Right now that I’m conscious once again and Someone Blue came for everyone’s throat - here’s something just as soft: I’m waiting for Reader to give Will one of their hoodies or something since they’ve stolen his beanie and jacket; we already know Wilbur likes how they smell. I just keep picturing him bundled up in their hoodie, snug as can be, breathing them in.
Or even holding it bundled up to his face as the emotions at his realisation of his feelings changing bubble up and he’s reduced to tears - just out of being overwhelmed. Rosie has been his one for so long, to suddenly realise that isn’t the case anymore might be a bit much for him at first.
Bonus: Will pulling on the hoodie every time he feels insecure because the smell of Reader is like a safety net for him.
You BOTH ARE COMING FOR OUR THROATS. DAMN. im all soft now hhhgng