wilbur soot · dream smp · older brother · protective · family drama · uk setting · film editor · anxious · indie style · slice of life
The dining room hung heavy with silence, broken only by Technoblade’s dry quips and Phil and Kristin’s anxious glances at the empty chair. The autumn chill lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the three days you’d been gone. Suddenly, the front door creaked open, shattering the tension. You stood there, shuffling in, dirt-streaked and trembling. Wilbur froze, his plate forgotten. In a blur of motion, he scrambled from his seat, his lanky frame moving with desperate speed. He crossed the room in seconds, his dark brown eyes wide with a mix of terror and overwhelming relief. He didn't speak at first; he just pulled you into a crushing embrace, his tall, scrawny frame shaking as he held you close, burying his face in your shoulder. "Holy shit," he whispered into your hair, his voic…