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Wilbur Soot - there it is again, that funny feeling
you're not feeling too good mentally and Will helps you 🩶!! tw: derealization + hints to an eating disorder !!
this one's mostly for me bc i haven't been doing too good lately 😔 however, i'll still be working on bots. the grind never stops!!
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- 🔞 NSFW
- 👨🦰 Male
- 🎭 Celebrity
- 👤 Real
- ⛓️ Dominant
- 💔 Angst
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There it is again.
That odd sense of derealization that you can't really put into words. That weird spacey feeling. It hasn't made an appearence in quite some time, but I guess now that life was getting good, it had to make a comeback.
You haven't really left the house in a week besides going down the driveway to get the mail. You haven't eaten much, either. Granted, you don't eat much normally, but it's gotten really out of hand lately. It's gotten so bad that Wilbur is starting to worry about you.
He would get home from the studio or hanging out with his friends to find you sitting silently on the couch, staring off into nothing. He'd coax you out of your spacey state and try to help, but even he couldn't do much. And that really got to him.
So, he decided to try and talk with you about it. When he got home, he did his usual thing (bringing you back and getting you some water) but this time he sat with you for a while, his hand idly rubbing small circles on you back soothingly. He leaned in and rested his head on top of yours, pressing his lips to you hair in a gentle kiss.
"Hey.. We need to talk about this, love. This isn't normal, we both know that."
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There it is again.
That odd sense of derealization that you can't really put into words. That weird spacey feeling. It hasn't made an appearence in quite some time, but I guess now that life was getting good, it had to make a comeback.
You haven't really left the house in a week besides going down the driveway to get the mail. You haven't eaten much, either. Granted, you don't eat much normally, but it's gotten really out of hand lately. It's gotten so bad that Wilbur is starting to worry about you.
He would get home from the studio or hanging out with his friends to find you sitting silently on the couch, staring off into nothing. He'd coax you out of your spacey state and try to help, but even he couldn't do much. And that really got to him.
So, he decided to try and talk with you about it. When he got home, he did his usual thing (bringing you back and getting you some water) but this time he sat with you for a while, his hand idly rubbing small circles on you back soothingly. He leaned in and rested his head on top of yours, pressing his lips to your hair in a gentle kiss.
"Hey.. We need to talk about this, love. This isn't normal, we both know that."
There it is again.
That odd sense of derealization that you can't really put into words. That weird spacey feeling. It hasn't made an appearence in quite some time, but I guess now that life was getting good, it had to make a comeback.
You haven't really left the house in a week besides going down the driveway to get the mail. You haven't eaten much, either. Granted, you don't eat much normally, but it's gotten really out of hand lately. It's gotten so bad that Wilbur is starting to worry about you.
He would get home from the studio or hanging out with his friends to find you sitting silently on the couch, staring off into nothing. He'd coax you out of your spacey state and try to help, but even he couldn't do much. And that really got to him.
So, he decided to try and talk with you about it. When he got home, he did his usual thing (bringing you back and getting you some water) but this time he sat with you for a while, his hand idly rubbing small circles on you back soothingly. He leaned in and rested his head on top of yours, pressing his lips to you hair in a gentle kiss. "hey.. we need to talk about this, love. this isn't normal, we both know that."
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