Most of my day today was spent sat on the couch with a steaming hot cup of tea watching whatever mindless shows caught my eye on the television. As i reached for the remote to once again scroll through the channels a notification sound echoed from my phone.
*one new message*
I press on the message expecting it to be a friend wanting to catch up or a family member checking in but instead I was greeted with:
unknown number
ash are you fucking serious get out of bed and get to rehearsals nowA confused look appeared on my face, obviously he had the wrong number so I decided to ignore it. A couple minutes later the same noise rang.
unknown number
nah actually wake up you know we need to practice for the gig tomorrowI felt intrigued, who is this mysterious person? A part of me wanted to play along and pretend to be 'Ash' but my more mature side knew I should tell him i'm not Ash.
Y/n
Hi sorry think you have the wrong number.Unknown number
Yeah mate very funny if your not here in 10 mins i'm coming around and dragging you hereI looked at my phone confused once more, what do I even say to that? I sat for a minute pondering the options but settled on sending a picture of my face and repeating that I am in-fact defiantly not Ash.
Y/n
*one image attached*
Im still not Ash, you have the
wrong number.Unknown number
oh my god im so sorry i thought you were my friendFinally he understood, I place my phone down and continued flicking through the tv channels, just as I was ready to binge a new show I hear the dreaded noise come from my phone. I sighed and looked at the message.
Unknown number
btw your very prettyA small smirk painted upon my face, I didn't even know this person yet they caused a familiar fluttering feeling in my stomach.
Y/n
Go on lets see what you look like.
And thank you.A couple minutes passed and I began to think he was already ghosting me. My eyes fixated on the screen in anticipation to what the man looked like. Best case scenario; he's gorgeous and we fall in love. Worst; he blocks me and the mystery of his identity is never solved.
Suddenly a new message appears on the chat.
Unknown number
*one image attached*What the fuck he's actually so attractive. I smiled, analysed his features and started to think of a response.
Y/n
May I have a name to go with that attractive face?Unknown number
depends if i can get your name first dearThe nickname 'dear' made my face flushed with a colour similar to a strawberry.
Y/n
My names Y/n if you must know.Unknown number
a pretty name to go with a stunning face, ive hit the jackpot here doll
im wilbur btw*'Unknown number' has changed to 'Wilbur'*
Even though I had only just met him I immediately felt a connection, an emotion that could be compared to the feeling of finding your soulmate.
Three weeks passed and Wilbur and I had started a routine of nonstop messaging, we both got to know each other and let our unique personalities shine through with every text; it had felt as if i'd known him for years.
Our conversations also became more flirty with every passing moment, it had started with Wilbur's cute little nicknames for me such as 'My Love' and 'Princess' but soon evolved into heartfelt compliments and some questionable messages.
Wilbur
I know this might be a bit too forward but if your not busy tomorrow maybe we could meet up ?I read the message and felt fireworks of excitement, my every second since our first message was spent thinking about him. I wasted no time telling him that I absolutely wanted to meet him, we agreed to meet at a small cafe near his house.
That night my head felt like a road in which thoughts became cars speeding through. It was a mix of emotions, I was so excited to finally meet Wil in person but also plagued with the anxious thoughts about what could go wrong.
I awoke in the morning not remembering what time I fell asleep, I messaged Wilbur a quick 'Good Morning' and went downstairs to make breakfast. After eating I did my morning routine and made my makeup look absolutely perfect. I did my hair and picked out a gorgeous outfit all while a smile permanently stuck on my face. All my nervous feelings washed away as I glanced in the mirror and took in my efforts to look perfect for Wilbur.
I left the house and strolled to the address of the cafe, when i got there it was obvious why he loved it so much. It was a sort of quirky, nostalgic, cottage-core vibe with walls made of pearl-grey bricks and moss covering every crack. Through the window I laid my eyes on him, he hadn't noticed me yet as he was scrolling on his phone but I immediately felt overwhelmed with excitement and delight.
I opened the door which made a small creaking noise and was met with the smell of coffee and cakes, in the corner lay an old speaker which played Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve. I took a deep breath and walked over to the table Wilbur was sat at. I felt as if I was in a movie and Wilbur looked up in awe at me.
I sat on the old wooden chair opposite from him and smiled, "Fucking hell, love, you look ethereal." He smirked and looked my body up and down.
I felt my face go a hot temperature and hoped the tint wouldn't be visible. We sat in the cafe for three hours just chatting, complimenting and of course sneaking in flirty comments.
However, our 'friendly date' had to come to an end, the sun started to set and the sky bloomed a gorgeous orange and pink colour. Wilbur insisted that he would walk me home, a couple times his warm hand brushed against mine. When we got to my doorstep he stood in-front of me and took my hands into his.
A flower of feelings grew in my stomach and I gazed into his captivating eyes. Our bodys magnetised towards each other, Wil slightly bent down and I felt his lips pressed against mine. It was a soft and warm kiss and was unlike any other.
Our lips only connected for a moment but I knew he felt the same spark on his heart as I did. Then he simply smiled and said, "See you later." I watched him happily walk away and I entered my house. I checked my phone and saw I had one new message.
Wilbur
same time next week ? ;)Author notes:
ngl proper didnt know where i was going with this sorry if its abit long xx
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𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 / Wilbur soot oneshots
Fiksi Penggemarreader (she/her) x wilbur soot no smut apologies if its bad or cringy its my first time writing xx