Call me what you like | Wilbur Soot x Reader ✔️

First Impression

Wilbur was grateful for the womans help. She had exchanged a few kind words with him on the way to his potential new boss. It had really helped to calm his nerves. "Good luck", she said with a soft smile. He found her presence somewhat soothing. If he was gonna work here, he sure was hoping, that they would get along with each other well. The other people he had seen when he entered were significantly older than both of them and he wouldn't stand to be surrounded with noone near his age. It would be difficult to get used to, since he's usually, even when streaming, with people of his generations, some a little younger. With a last deep breath he knocked on the office door, shortly before he entered the room.
He walked up to the desk where Chekhov had stood up from his chair, raising his hand signaling Wil to shake it. He made sure to do so much firmly. "Take a seat, Mr. Gold"

*an approximately nerve-wracking amount of time later*

For all he knows, he's made a good impression. He told him about his prior jobs and writing experience, his interests, a little but about his streaming history, mostly excluding the Dreamsmp. Bringing up minecraft role play would have sounded nothing but childish. Besides, it was a part of his life, as much as it did for him, that he wanted to abandon.
Any question Chekhov asked him, he answered confidently.

"That will be it for now. We will call you this week to let you know about our decision. " In best spirit, Chekhov stoop up once again and so did Wil. "I'm very grateful for this chance. I'm looking forwards to the answer. " He did. Everything had gone smoothly so far. Now all he could hope for, was to be accepted into the company. He liked Chekhov. He appeared to be highly professional yet sympathetic.

Wilbur left the room feeling relieved and content.

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"I'm guessing from your expression your lil talk with him went well, didn't it Mr. Gold?" He stood in front of the closed office door and grinned from ear to ear to himself. His smile radiated a warmness, that made the word happy feel like an understatement. And I genuinely wanted to know how it went. Besides, he looked really nice, so why not talk to him. He turned to you in surprise.
"Eh, yeah. Pretty good, I think. You can call me Wil." He looked at me for a moment as if he was trying to figure something out. "How long have you been here? Compared to the other people here, you seem a little..." He tried to think of a word, that would be the least insulting of the others. "Young? No worries, I won't hold a grudge on you for telling the truth. I've been here for about two years now. Before the others will tell on me, I kinda got the job because of connections. I've know Mr. Chekhov for a while. Most of the workers here are bitter about me, excluding him of course. Not that I've done anything wrong really. At least I wouldn't know of it."
"Ahhh that explains the weird looks they gave me. 'bitter' fits them really well."
For a moment neither of said anything. We just looked at each other and for some reason I didn't mind. I got to notice all his facial features. His straight nose, round red lips and bushy brows, his dark and friendly eyes.
He was tall with wide shoulders. No slouching in the slightest, but standing straight. Wil wore a plain white button up, which stood in great contrast to his black jeans. It really suited him.
He was generally very handsome, I thought.
"So, uhm. I better get going. With a bit of luck, I'll see you around too. Bye, Wil" You broke the eye contact, giving him a quick smile before hurrying past him.

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