Ipliers x reader x Septics Oneshot book

Blooming friendship (Wilford x reader)

Another morning, another boring day in your sweet little flower shop. Most of the time, no one comes inside. Unless they want flowers for their garden or to give to someone they love with all their heart. Your store was most popular on Valentines day though. So you had that going for you.

You gently dust off a glass container. What was it holding? A rare white rose that you've grown naturally. It was your most prized possession and you wouldn't even sell it for millions of dollars. It was that important to you.

Hearing the familiar bell jingling sound made you turn toward the front of the store to see a man dressed in all pink looking at the display of your flowers. Humming a gentle tune to himself, it seems he was just window shopping so you turned back to water your rose.

"Hey there." The man tapped on the front desk you were behind gently. "Uh, if you were asking a girl out. What would be the right flower?" He said, rubbing his neck nervously. You can tell this was the first time asking a girl out.

"Well, I would choose Tulips. But do you have any idea what her favorite flower might be?" You ask him, putting down your watering can and turning to him with a small smile. You were glad he came in, it does get boring here alone.

"Uh...no clue. Sorry." The man laughed awkwardly. "My name is Wilford, by the way." He chuckled. Looking around the shop as his eyes land on the white rose in the container. "Oh! Can I get that one? I'm sure she would love it!"

You smile bashfully. "Uh, sadly that one isnt for sale. It's just for show. I wouldn't sell it even if you offered me a million for it. It's too special for me. Sorry."

Wilford seemed a bit disappointed you said that. "Oh, sorry for asking." He glanced around, his eyes spotting some Gardenia's. "Oh, what about these? Can I have at least a full bokay? She'll love this." He smiles.

You step out from behind the counter. "Of course, I'm sure she'll love these!" You grab some and walk back to the counter, clipping the ends off and gently wrapping them in a plastic covering and wrapping it in a pink bow for show.

"Thanks." Wilford pulled out his wallet as you ringed him up, he pays you and gives you a smile. "Wish me luck!" He walks off and out the door before you could even wish him any luck.

You shrug this off as you turn back to your rose and gently clipped its thorns. Careful not to cut into its steam or it will surely die. You slowly pull away the clippers. Placing it next to the glass container.

Hours passed by and only a few people came in, only one person bought flowers. And it was one of your most popular customers. A nice old man who would buy his wife flowers every week.

You were about to clean up and close up for the day until the pick wearing man named Wilford came back, his clothes slightly ruffled and he looked utterly depressed. You notice the bokay of flowers completely torn.

"Oh my god Wilford you looked like someone ran you over! Are you okay?" You ask him, helping him lean on the front counter as he sighs.

"She threw the flowers at me and called me insane..." He mumbled sadly. "And got her brother to beat me up..." He throws the flowers on the ground and looked away from you. You finally noticed his cheek having a large red fist mark.

"Oh my god, Wilford." You mumble, gently pushing a wet rag on his face and wiping away the dirt. He flinched at first, but relaxed into your touch.

"Thanks..." Wilford mumbled. "But I probably look like a huge pussy, don't I?" He laughed dryly. "The huge pussy that can't even get a girl to go on a single date with him."

"No, Wilford I don't think that!" You frown. "At least you have the guts to do what most men don't!" You pat his shoulder, and you could see the end of his lips twitch into a smile. But it only lasted for a second and then it was gone.

"Thanks...uh. What's your name?" He asked you, taking the wet rag from you and cleaning the blood from his bottom lip.

"(Y/n)." You flash him a grin. "Nice to see you again Wilford..." You step away and pack the rest of your things. "I was just about to leave. Come on." You lead him outside the shop.

You wave him goodbye and leave for the direction to your home. Leaving Wilford alone in front of the flower shop.

Wilford watched you leave, a small smile on his lips. His chest twisting and turning. But he only turned away and ran home. His heart beating faster.