requested by honey_vcomb <3
going back to 505
you and wilbur had been on and off for a while now, and it was just stressing you both.
lack of communication, jealousy, stupid arguments.
you had tried to deny your feelings for him, but they were strong and obviously still there.
you already knew it wouldn't work out.
or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.
he wanted you too.
he craved your touch, your love, and pretty much everything.
he was willing to drop everything for you.
he didn't care if it was a seven hour flight, or a forty five minute drive.
he was going to chase for what he wanted and nothing was in his way.
in his imagination, you're waiting for him,
lying on your side, hands between your thighs.
you were lonely without him.
he gave you adrenaline and excitement.
you never knew what was coming next with him.
you were bored without him.
and you hated to admit you loved him even more.
he loved you just as much,
even if your hands were around his neck.
he knew it was ridiculous to admit it, but it was true.
you would lay in bed all day, recounting the day he had broken your heart.
he held you as you cried, knowing it was best for you.
he felt like a burden to you.
he crumbled every time you cried.
it seemed like every time he came to see you, he had to greet you with a goodbye.
you missed him like crazy, the rain hitting your window had reminded you of him.
the random times he would sing you a song, while holding you close to his chest.
or when he would let you talk about anything and giving you random pieces of advice that were useful.
you had this urge to go visit him, but you didn't know if he felt the same about that either.
you would replay his stupid voice messages he sent you when it was late at night, or voice memos of him singing.
you really couldn't let this man go away.
fuck it
you put a hoodie over yourself and grabbed your shoes.
the urge to visit him was bugging you, and you had to do something about it.
you were heading out, and you started to get nervous.
you wanted this, but you were scared of his reaction.
you had finally made it.
nervously walking up to his doorstep, you brought your fist and knocked on it.
three times with rhythm.
just how wilbur told you to knock so he would know it was you
you heard footsteps from the other end, and the locks twisting.
the door had swung open, and there he was.
eye bags, the aroma of masculine cologne on his clothes, his messy curls, and his tall figure.
somehow, it made him look so much more attractive.
"wilbur i wanted to make things right between us. i've been carrying this weight on since we broke up. i still love you. i love you so much-" you said being cut off.
wilbur had wrapped his arms on your waist, pulling you close to him.
both your noses barely touching
his warm presence, making your body shiver.
the cold night air sending a breeze.
he hasn't said a word, and he's already making you feel this way.
"ive been feeling fucking terrible for leaving you like that. i could barely think. you were driving me fucking insane in the best way possible. i would go through all of that just to be with you in the end. you're worth everything." wilbur whispered.
