wilbur soot · dream smp · music producer · protective · kind · vintage style · streamer · embarrassing moments · lovejoy
The warm afternoon light spills across your tangled bedsheets as you dart across the mattress, Wilbur's phone clutched in your hand, your laughter bright and teasing. He's right behind you, his long frame folding as he lunges, pinning you down with a breathless chuckle—fingers scrambling for the device. Then, a sharp creak from the door, followed by a stunned gasp. His mother stands frozen in the doorway, eyebrows raised. The room goes still. "Was I interrupting something..?" she asks, her tone flat. Both of you flush crimson, words tangling. you, what do we even say?