wilbur soot imagine1

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wassuh bby ahahaa damn ur ass fat what ur pronouns 

btw in this thing u have a breakdown

Gosh I feel like shit.. I don't even know what happened.

5 missing assignments for college. Due next week. They're all essays. I am so dead. I'm just laying there with a blanket covering my entire body. My sheets damp from all the tears. I think I have just given up. My eyes hurt so badly. I check my phone to see the time and I see 44+ messages from my friend Wilbur. 

"y/n?? is something wrong??"

"y/n??? where are you??"

"that's it i'm coming over"

The last message surprised you a bit, "He's gonna come over??? It's fucking pouring rain, no way he's gonna" you think to yourself. 

But then you jump at the sudden sound of a doorbell ringing throughout your home. You take a couple of minutes to get up from the bed. You rub your eyes and open the door to an extremely soaked Wilbur, holding something wrapped in a towel. 

"W-what're you doing here Wil?? You're soaked" You say in a concerned tone as you get him a towel. "I was worried about you, you always reply so I knew something was up. I also brought this" Wilbur replies. 

"You know, you don't have to do th-" You begin but get cut off by Wilbur embracing you in a kind of cold and wet hug. "Yes I do, you know I care about you.. I love you" Wilbur mumbled the last part. "Did.. did you mean that last part..?" you respond as you look up at him. 


k yeah whatevah u can imagine the rest now



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