sad that the tlos fandom is not that known like other fandoms, cause wdym we don´t have any character under the trend "twins at the carousel"? or under any kind of trend? i curse you, my lack of drawing skills, i would make you justice
Lando looks like everything the concept of a frat boy and the concept of a twink might theoretically have in common but his taste in women is definitely his frat boy's side of dna
I’m modding stardew valley and I feel like there has to be a less tedious way to do texture replacers, but I haven’t found it yet so I’m just taking a break like this is hard work
Autumn Prompts 9 for Willex, please and thank you!
Incredible prompt, thank you so much for requesting it!! I also added 1. in here too, because I loved it so much and no one requested it, as a treat. (also I originally had no clue what gourds were, I thought they were like ghouls or something)
So, here's 9. I work at the pumpkin patch and that is an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy and 1. IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS for you
Thanks @legolasghosty for beta reading <33
Willex. 1.1k words. Rated T (for language).
“Okay, have a lovely day,” Willie told the old lady as he sent her off with her pumpkin and a smile. She smiled back at him before toddling off to her car. Willie looked after her for a moment before he turned to the next customer that just arrived at his register.
It was a guy around his age, strikingly handsome with his swoopy blond hair, and he looked entirely too stressed for someone visiting a pumpkin patch. One look down at his basket answered Willie’s unasked question, yet sparked about a dozen more—it was filled to the brim with small gourds.
“That’s an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy,” he pointed out with a chuckle as he raised his eyebrows at them. He looked up at the guy’s unimpressed yet still struggling face. He held out his hand to take the basket from him. “What do you need them for?”
The guy closed his eyes for a second. “It’s decorative gourd season, motherfucker,” he said tiredly. It sounded incredibly strange coming from his mouth.
Willie stared at him.
“What?” he asked, followed by a big, surprised laugh.
The guy sighed. “My friend is throwing this Halloween Party on the 31st and I’ve been tasked with getting the decoration. When I asked him what exactly he was looking for he said, well, that.”
Willie snorted. He began counting the gourds. It turned out to be even more than he thought, ranging in sizes from golf ball to small watermelon.
“I mean, he’s right. I think my boss agrees.” Willie showed off his surroundings with a flourish of his hand and it made the guy laugh. He was even more handsome like that, head dropped low which made his hair fall into his face as he shook with laughter.
“Yeah, they’d be great friends,” he agreed, looking back up and swiping the hair away from his forehead.
“Is it gonna be a big party?” Willie asked to keep the conversation going.
“I—think so?” Willie lifted his eyebrows at that again. “Like all our friends are coming, obviously, but he’s mentioned a couple names that I’ve never heard before, so I guess it will be, yeah.”
Willie nodded. “What are you gonna go as?”
“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” He pushed his hands in his pocket and began rocking back and forth on his feet while thinking. It was incredibly endearing. “At first I was thinking of going as that essay I failed horribly. I wrote it after being awake for two days straight and off my anxiety meds.”
“Oh my god, that’s horrible, truly terrifying,” Willie responded through a laugh.
“Right? Thank you!” The guy smiled brightly at that. “Yeah, but my friend said, “Alex, no one’s gonna get it, you’d have to explain it to everyone,” as if that wasn’t my entire plan to get through awkward conversations.”
“Clever,” Willie piped in.
“Anyways, he now wants us and our other friend to go as the Powerpuff Girls.”
Willie gasped. “Oh wow, that’s incredible too. Who would you be?”
“Bubbles probably, I’m the blond one,” the guy—Alex, he had a name now Willie realized—explained.
Willie nodded. “Hm, yeah I can see that, in a little blue dress…”
Alex choked out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”
Willie crossed his arms. “Why, not a fan of men in dresses?” He tried to make it sound less accusatory than it probably did.
“Oh, no, absolutely, they’re great,” Alex was quick to explain, a blush rising to his cheeks, “just not on myself.”
Willie nodded again and dropped his arms. “Okay, that makes sense.”
Alex cleared his throat. “What about you?”
“What are my opinions on men in dresses?” Willie asked teasingly.
Alex blushed even deeper.
“I mean—” he stuttered.
“I’m just messing with you.” Willie assured him, adding his I’m a nice person, I swear, smile. “Although I have to say, I’m a fan, not just on others.”
“You are?” Alex asked in return, voice rising a bit.
“Yep,” Willie confirmed.
Alex cleared his throat again, seemingly shaking off his embarrassment.
“Well, are you gonna wear a little blue dress for Halloween then?” he asked, now more confidently flirting. Willie really enjoyed it.
But he shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere yet, so I’ll likely just be in my PJs.”
“Are they a little blue dress?”
“Maybe.” Willie winked.
Alex dropped his head toward his chest again, biting down a smile. When he looked up again, he directly met Willie’s eyes.
“I’m Alex, by the way.”
“Willie,” Willie responded, a little confused by the sudden introduction, but certainly not opposed.
“Well, Willie, can I invite you to a Halloween party? Assuming you’re not doing anything important?”
“Depends. Are you gonna be the prettiest boy at the party?” he quoted. Willie shifted his weight, purposefully taking his time to check Alex out, looking him up and down.
Alex blushed furiously under Willie’s gaze but held his stance. He chuckled. “Probably not.”
Willie smiled and leaned forward on his counter. “I doubt that. But then I think I have to see that for myself.”
Alex smiled too, all embarrassment forgotten. “So you’re coming?”
Willie nodded. “But I’m not spoiling my costume.”
“No, no. I’m—looking forward to seeing it. You. At the party.”
“Me too,” Willie agreed easily.
“Okay,” Alex said, then took a step back to leave.
“Hey, your gourds,” Willie was quick to say, holding the basket out to him again.
“Oh! Right, oh god, thanks,” Alex spluttered and stepped closer again, taking the basket. “How much do I owe you?”
Willie quickly calculated the price, having totally forgotten what they were doing in the process of their conversation, and Alex paid. Willie took one of the leaflets for the patch he kept on his counter and a pen and scribbled some digits, along with his name and a little heart.
“This is my number, text me the details,” he told Alex as he handed the leaflet over. Alex took it, careful not to smudge the ink. “Or just—whatever else comes to mind.”
“I will,” Alex said. “I’ll—see you then?”
Willie nodded. “See you then. Looking forward to it.”
Now he really had to figure out what to go as. Maybe he could find a little blue dress somewhere.
