𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 // wilbur soot x reader [DISCONTINUED]

serendipity // five

serendipity
/ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/
noun
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
"a fortunate stroke of serendipity"

we pulled up at my house's front porch, to see oliver's car gone

he's probably out with his girlfriend

i took my key out of my wallet and pushed it into the keyhole. just when i wanted to pull the door open for wilbur, he beat me to it, and held the door open for me.

"why thank you, sir wilbur"

"my pleasure, milady"

i giggled and entered the house, leading wilbur up to my room. i twisted the doorknob, and swung my bedroom door open. my room was rather spacious. it was big enough to fit a queen sized bed and extra space for other things at the other side of the room like a 40 inch television and an L-shaped table which I barely used.

"your house is so big," wilbur said, amazed. "are you sure you're not rich?"

"yes, i'm not rich. this is all oliver's money. i only chipped in when it came to renovation. and for that, i am indebted to oliver for life." i chuckled.

"oh, so oliver's the one that's rich? he paid for all these?

"mhm!"

wilbur sat on the edge of my bed and bounced up and down like a child. he looked around my room, and seemed as if he was trying to take in all the contents of my room.

"your room is nice. your decorations are super pretty, it really sets the mood." he says, pointing at the vines that hung over my study table.

"thanks, i decorated it by myself." i said, yanking a suitcase out of my cupboard. i opened my drawers and started packing my stuff for a week with wilbur. he helped me pick out what to bring, and we chatted while at it.

i had a change of clothes and took a shower before zipping up my luggage and placing it by the front door.

"wilbur, you're free today, right?" i asked him.

"yeah. im free everyday" he chuckled.

"sooo do you have time to stay here and wait for me to do some chores in the house?" i batted my eyes.

"yeah! of course! i'd even help you with the chores and cleaning up!"

"really?"

"duh"

"yay! thank you wilby!"

"you really have to stop with that name, y/nnie" wilbur said with a mocking tone

"yeah, yeah."

"you really don't learn, don't you."

"nope"

then, wilbur lost it. he tackled me, head first onto the kitchen counter, and started tickling me.

what's with the tickles

i was wheezing

"OH MY GOD WILBUR STOP!!"

"NO. I'M NOT UNTIL YOU SAY SORRY"

"WILBUR SOOT!"

"SAY IT"

"BUT I LIKE THAT NAME, WILB- WIL- WILBY" i was still gasping for air.

"I LIKE Y/NNIE TOO!"

"OKAY"

"JUST SAY SORRY"

by that time, the both of us were on the floor, wilbur still on top of me. 

"OKAY OKAY IM SORRY, WILBY"

he gradually stopped, and got up on his feet, brushing his shirt.

"so are you gonna stay mad or help me with the chores like you said?" i said with a pouting face, standing up.

"stay mad, DUH" he said, trying so hard to sound mad.

i faked a sigh. "okay then..."

wilbur eyed me. "ok so what am i supposed to do?"

"SIMP" i laughed

"SHUT UP BITCH" wilbur said, joining into my laughter.

[author's pov]

y/n and wilbur got started with the chores. y/n knew that she actually didn't have to do any of these chores, because it was all up to oliver. she just wanted to return oliver the favor. they started off by sweeping and vacuuming the floor, followed by mopping it, and wiping all the countertops and tables clean. they cleaned the toilets, and tidied up the rooms. they cleared the rubbish bins in each room, and neatened oliver's sheets and folded his clothes. they did the laundry, and hung the wet clothes up.

but of course, they had their fun.

they chased each other down the hallways and up the stairs, splashed each other with sink water, and covered each other with sheets.

wilbur thought that she was the one. his soulmate, his forever partner.

he could go on and on about every single aspect of y/n. but he knew, that his standard wasn't to y/n's. he knew that y/n would definitely say no to other weird nerdy minecraft-playing soft boys who played the guitar. but what made wilbur special to her? what made y/n fall madly in love with wilbur in such a short span of time? and what made wilbur believe that he and her would be perfect together? what made wilbur so lucky to find someone so perfect?

meows so sorry for the cringe