hii hello i have a winter prompt from the list!! i’m so curious what you’d write for number 16 with willie - i can totally picture them being on either side of that scenario lol. hope you’re having a good winter/holiday season✨
Hehe, great choice!!
Here is 16. You caught me building a snowman over a fire hydrant because some jerk keeps plowing them down with his car and you decided to help with Willie, and also Alex for you <33 (but like, from the other perspective)
The prompt is from this list by @innytoes! Thank you @legolasghosty for beta reading
Willex. 1.7k words. rated T (for swearing). Warning: cop mention (but in a humorous context).
As soon as Willie steps onto the part of the sidewalk that is no longer frozen over and slippery, he breaks out into a run. Beanie next to him quickly realizes what’s happening and joins him, leaning forward as she speeds up next to him on all four legs, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
“Yes, let’s go!” Willie almost shouts, her leash gripped tightly in his hand. Their steps are careful, even though the walkway has enough grip for them to run, but he still feels his chest start to glow with carefreeness at running through the cold like this, their dog at their side.
Beanie barks excitedly.
“I agree!” Willie giggles before slowing down when he sees the end of the path, sadly leading into a snowed over part of the sidewalk. He’s breathing heavily and so is Beanie as she bounces around them, still full of energy. They wish they could’ve taken her to the meadow, but he was scared of anything sharp hiding under the snow. So a long walk around the neighborhood had to be enough.
Once he’s caught his breath, he finally takes in the surroundings a bit better, and their eyes fall on a figure not too far away, crouched on the ground, building a snowman at the edge of the sidewalk—right where Willie knows there is supposed to be a fire hydrant.
They can’t help but let out a short laugh. The action is so vile, hiding a fire hydrant inside a snowman, but the guy building it looks to be around Willie’s age and like he’s on a mission, so it seems unlikely he’s just doing it for an ill prank. Curiosity gets the better of him.
Their shoes crunch satisfyingly in the snow when Willie and Beanie approach the guy, and it’s loud enough to announce their presence. The guy looks up, eyes landing on Beanie first, then traveling higher until they catch Willie’s. Willie is momentarily distracted by how adorable he looks, cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold, blond hair sticking out underneath a light blue knitted hat, matching the light blue scarf around his neck. They half expect him to be wearing matching mittens as well, but his hands, currently glued to the snowman, are bare, equally, if not more pink than his face.
“Hi,” Willie says lamely when he comes to a stop in front of him.
“Hello,” the guy responds, but he sounds a bit unsure. It’s fair, Willie thinks, they just approached him out of nowhere. He has to say though, the confusion looks cute too.
Willie nods at the snowman. “What are you doing?”
The guy blinks at him. He looks at the snowman, then back at Willie. “Building—a snowman?”
That—yeah, fine, Willie walked into that. “Around a fire hydrant?”
The guy’s eyes widen, realizing he’s been caught, and he squares his shoulders. Then he narrows his eyes just the tiniest bit. “Are you a cop?”
A surprised laugh bubbles out of Willie. “No,” he says, shaking his head with a grin, “not a cop, just walking my dog.” They lift the leash still in their hand and Beanie perks up at the movement. “I’m on my way back and saw you and got curious, that’s all.”
The guy’s eyes fall back onto Beanie, obediently sitting at Willie’s side with her eyes round and patient, and his gaze softens. Willie shifts, drawing his attention away from the dog and back on them.
“Any reason you’re building your snowman around a fire hydrant? Or—just felt like up for some mayhem?” Willie asks, amusement still clear in his voice.
The guy sighs. He brushes his hands dry on his thighs and then finally gets up, standing opposite Willie. He’s taller than them, shoulders broad in his wool-lined denim jacket, but stands hunched in on himself enough for the height difference to be barely noticeable. Willie finds himself wondering if it comes from insecurities or from having shorter friends.
“There’s this guy who keeps plowing over snowmen the kids in the neighborhood are building,” he explains.
Willie pulls a face. “What a jerk.”
The guy—Willie’s guy—nods firmly. “Right? What a jerk.” He huffs. “Me and my friend’s little brother wanted to put a stop to it by, yeah, doing this, but he bailed on me last minute.”
“Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman,” Willie comments, “stopping the bad guys one snowman at a time.”
It causes a chuckle to fall from the guy’s lips and his chin drops to his chest. When he looks up again, his eyes meet Willie’s, and Willie can’t help but feel a little bit of giddy excitement bubble up in his chest.
“If you want to call it that, I guess, yeah.” He lifts a hand to run it through his hair, Willie assumes, but stops short when he remembers he’s wearing a hat. He pats it a little awkwardly.
“Want some help?” Willie asks. So far the snowman is not more than a big lump of snow. Recognizable as a work-in-progress, but probably not attractive enough to plow it over with a car.
The guy looks a little unsure, Willie almost wants to take his offer back, but then he nods. “Yeah, why not. Then we might get it done before he comes back and notices the plan. Thank you.”
Willie smiles at him. “Of course. Can’t have him getting away with being a jerk.” This time they share a quick chuckle.
Willie secures Beanie’s leash around a street lamp. He doubts she’d make a run for it, but he doesn’t want to risk it, and he also doesn’t want her to accidentally ruin their work by being excited. She whines sadly at being so far away from them, even though it’s only a few yards really, but Willie kisses her head and promises to be back soon.
“What’s your dog’s name?” the guy asks once they start to get to work. He plops the head on top of the snow lump and Willie begins to connect the two elements with more snow.
“Green Bean,” He responds. He notices her perking up again at the mention of her name.
The guy frowns. “Your dog is called Green Bean?”
Willie chuckles. While that’s the usual reaction they get, they hadn’t expected the guy to ask so outright, seeming too anxious for that, but it’s almost like he couldn’t help it.
“Yep, Green Bean. Beanie for short.”
“…why?”
Willie smiles. “Cause she’s the cutest bean out there.” The guy stares at him blankly at the joke. “Also goes with my cat’s name, ‘Zucchini’.”
Now the guy sputters out a laugh. “Sure, a dog called Green Bean and a cat called Zucchini.” He looks over at Beanie, grin still bright on his face. “That’s actually really cute.”
“Thanks,” Willie says proudly.
The guy seems to hesitate, then opens his mouth again. “My parents have a cat called ‘Balthazar’ but he hates me, has tried to bite me too many times.”
Willie sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Ouch, that sucks.”
The guy shrugs, adding another wad of snow to the top of their snowman’s head. “I just avoided him as best as I could.”
“Valid.” Willie nods. “Are you from around the neighborhood?” Willie asks. He pokes a hole into the head to push in the carrot the guy has brought as a nose. “I’ve never seen you around.”
The guy swallows awkwardly. “I only recently moved here.”
“Oh, nice!” Willie is quick to say, not allowing anyone to feel awkward. “Where do you live?” He quickly wonders if that is a weird question to ask a stranger, but they’re clearly the same age, and if he only just moved here, the guy could probably use a friend.
The guy straightens up and turns into a different direction. “Over there, the house with the garage,” he says.
Willie frowns. “Huh? Did the Molina’s move away? I swear I saw them just yesterday.” He can’t have moved here yesterday, right?
“No, uh,” the guy continues, “they still live there.” He pauses, looking back over at Willie. “I live with them now.”
Willie allows the statement to settle for a moment. The guy doesn’t look Latino in the slightest, so unless he’s very white passing, Willie does not assume him to be a cousin. And although they’re still curious—people are never not curious, it’s only human—they just nod.
“That’s cool, they’re so nice,” he says in response. “I used to go to school with Julie actually, but I graduated in summer. Now I’m just working at the cinema,” they just continue, hoping it’ll show him that Willie is not going to pry more information out of him.
It works. “They’re really great,” he says, now smiling softly. “I go to school with Julie now, but I only transferred there this year.”
Willie smiles back. “We just missed each other then.”
The guy blushes a little. “We did, yeah.”
There’s a small silence between them where their eyes scurry over each other, both too anxious to meet the other’s gaze. Eventually, Willie decides to take the initiative.
“I’m Willie, by the way,” he says.
The corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up. “Alex,” he responds.
“Welcome to the neighborhood, Alex,” Willie says. He hesitates for a second, then decides to fuck it, and go for it. “If you ever need someone to show you around, let me know.” He mentally reels back as quickly as that offer left his lips. “Uh, I mean, if you’re with Julie, then she can probably—you probably already know your way around.” He pauses, now flustered, staring at Alex. “Sorry.”
Alex stares back for a second, then his mouth twists into a small smile and he looks to the ground again. If his cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, Willie would think he is blushing.
“I do, kinda,” he agrees with Willie’s last statement, and Willie feels his stomach sink. “But, uh, if you want, when we’re done with the jerk-trap, we could go and get a hot chocolate at the café. Warm our fingers and stuff.” Now Willie definitely thinks he’s blushing. But so are they.
“I’d enjoy that,” they respond easily. The warm flutter in his chest is back and it’s making him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling so wide his cheeks would hurt.
“Cool,” Alex says. He jerks a thumb towards the snowman. “We should, uh…”
“Yep,” Willie agrees.
They both crouch down to get back to work, finishing the last touches of their—
“What did you call our snowman?”
Alex snorts. “Jerk-trap.”
Willie laughs. “Perfect name.”
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hii this is really random but i saw you reblogged that post about it being okay to put random stuff in your inbox and for some reason the first thing i thought of was ‘oh i should ask your favourite ice cream flavour’ lol. i’m actually curious now though so what’s your favourite flavour? mine’s white chocolate. hope you’re having a good week!
HELL YEAH!!
hello I love ice cream and have opinions about it
so my favourite is strawberry, because when i was younger and feeling sick (not like a cold, like stomach sick) i would eat strawberry ice cream and i would feel better (now that i think about it was probably anxiety lol) so now it's a comfort thing added to the beautiful flavour that is strawberry. also i think it's just really hard to mess up so you'll always have a good time getting strawberry (also it's pink, bonus point)
generally i think i prefer fruity ice cream, when i was younger my favourite flavour was lemon and raspberry, but as i get older i do appreciate a good chocolate
as for ice cream sundaes i do love stuff with chocolate syrup, but then the ice cream can't be chocolate as well, otherwise it'll be too much, so i'd go for stracciatella (like cream flavour with lil chocolate bits, i don't think it's that popular outside of germany, also beloved) or just simple vanilla, also nice.
also Spaghetti Eis, which is vanilla ice cream through like a spaghetti press over whipped cream, topped with strawberry syrup and white chocolate shavings so that it looks like a plate of spaghetti, it's the best invention out there i swear
but then it is also my ongoing mission to try every watermelon ice cream out there to see if it can hold up to that one watermelon gelato i once ate in italy in a gelato shop that has since closed down sadly. so far, nothing got close unfortunately
white chocolate sounds incredible too tho! sadly most shops don't sell it here, i really gotta try it again!
thank you so much for this ask, i love ice cream, this was amazing!
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