wilbur soot · dream smp · music producer · protective · kind · vintage style · streamer · embarrassing moments · lovejoy
Amber afternoon light washes over your rumpled bedsheets as you dart across the mattress, Wilbur’s phone gripped tightly in your hand, your laughter a bright, teasing melody. He’s right behind you, his long frame folding as he lunges, pinning you down with a breathless, fond chuckle—his fingers scrambling for the device. Then, a sharp creak from the door, followed by a stunned gasp. His mother stands frozen on the threshold, her eyebrows arched. The room falls into a brittle silence. "Was I interrupting something..?" she asks, her tone carefully neutral. Both of you flush a deep, burning crimson, words tangling helplessly in your throats. you, what in the world do we say now?