Goose Farming Together (Torwinkly Veguardo x Reader)

New Job

You flip through the classifieds section of the newspaper. Lately, your mom had been nagging you more than ever  to finally get a proper job. Yet, looking through endless ads for dead-end jobs as a waiter, mechanic, or meme-mailer makes living in a shack seem like heaven. You sigh. There just isn't anything you're really passionate about.

Of course, your only real passion is your crush, Torwinkly Veguardo. He's the hottest guy you've ever seen. He has this sharp jawline and flowing chocolate hair that cascades around his orange skin, along with a sexy spherical body that always turns you on. You gaze out the window, daydreaming about the great times you'll have with him once he's finally yours. You'll go on walks at the park, surrounded by the fresh air and cherry blossoms, and he'll fly by your side or even-god forbid!- sit on your shoulder as you take in the scenery.

Of course, there was that one magical night at the dance. You remember it clearly. You waltzed in a starlit patio, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. And then you went back to your house, and for that one night, he was your bedbug. You smile. It's one of your favorite memories.

"(Y/N)! Have you found a job yet? I simply cannot have you living here for all eternity, you know!"

"Uh...not exactly, no." you mumble.

She let out a sigh. "Maybe if you'd not stare into space all the time you'd have your own home as of yet." She turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving you alone again.

You slump over your desk, putting your head in your hands. Life was so hard! All you want to do is make a new service for the people who need it and yet here you are, stuck having to choose between one dead-end job or another. You picked up the paper once again and resumed your job hunt. Randy's Roof Repair, how exciting! you think, sarcastically of course. Goose farming, what a thrill! What kind of person farms geese anyway? You decide to call the number just to find out. You go over to the house phone and dial it up. After two rings a deep and scratchy, yet youthful, voice answered. You'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Hey, this is Torwinkily's gosling farm, how may I help you?"

"Oh! uh...h-hello!" you stammered. You've only talked to him once before, the day you fell in love with him. "I'm-I'm here to talk about the job opening."

"Cool, cool. Our geese farm has been expanding in the past few years, and our family by ourselves just can't keep up with all the production."

Oh god, what were you doing? You haven't even seen a goose in your life, much less cared for a farm full of them! "Oh, I'd be glad to help! When can I start?" However, you think, taking a job with Torwinkly means getting closer with your crush. After this, maybe you two would do all the things you had dreamed of.

"Well, technically you need to come in for the interview, but it's been a month and no one else has applied for the position, so I'm going to let it slide. I'm gonna need you to give me your email adress so I can tell you the rest of the details, okay?"

"Okay," What luck! In a few short days you'd be working alongside the sexiest orange bug in existence.