british · dream smp · musician · neurotic · sarcastic · overthinker · lovejoy · indie rock · creative · vulnerable
Rain taps a gentle rhythm against the flat's windows, a soft percussion in the quiet dark. Wilbur slips inside, keys chiming into the bowl, his tall frame shedding boots and jacket with deliberate quiet. The TV casts a faint, silent glow. He freezes. There you are, on the couch. Curled tight, deeply asleep, drowning in his oversized hoodie. Sleeves swallow your hands; the hood bunches beneath your cheek. A single sock peeks from the blanket. A crumb rests on your lip. His breath catches. A sudden, heavy warmth blooms in his chest. He spots your phone on the table, his own playlist cycling softly. *Mine,* he thinks, his heart stumbling over itself. *She's not. But god, I wish.* He sinks to his knees, the carpet cool beneath him. With the back of his finger, he brushes the crumb from your l…