#wilbur stream

wilbur was streaming, as he usually does at this time. normally you would be watching the stream from the comfort of your bed - but now, you were watching his stream in person. sitting out of frame on a spiny office chair as he talked to his chat about something random.

it wasn’t until wilbur had put his hand on the spot above your knee that you snapped back into reality. the tall lad was looking at you lovingly with his big brown eyes before speaking.

“y/n, love. could you get me a water bottle from the fridge please?” 

you nodded your head, getting up to head into the kicthen, but not before pressing a short but sweet kiss to his forehead. as you headed towards the fridge, you heard wilbur speaking to his chat about how much he loves you. it made your heart melt to the max.

on the way back to his stream room, you grabbed a blanket off the couch cause his house was cold as hell. you pushed open the door to the room and walked in, setting the bottle of cold, freezing water on his desk. going to get comfy on the spiny chair once again was cut short as wilbur softly grabbed your wrist.

“come sit on my lap.”

“you’re streaming.”

“so?” with that, wilbur pulled you closer to him by the hand that was still attached to your wrist. you landed with a ‘humph’ on his lap - his hands wrapping your waist to keep you grounded against his thighs. you sighed as you leaned back so you were resting on his chest. there really was no point in fighting with a clingy wilbur. clingbur.