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#farmer's market au
familyvideostevie · 2 years
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𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Hawkins Farmer's Market 9am-2pm every Saturday from May to November
When you arrive in Hawkins coasting on the favor of a family friend, you hope you'll be able to figure your life out. As you spend fall in Hawkins, you work the Farmer's Market every Saturday, learn how to make beeswax soap and candles, and befriend the locals. Except for one: Steve Harrington. He proves to be a pain in your ass. So why can't you stop thinking about him?
a farmer's market au feat. fem!reader, enemies to friends to lovers, angst about being in your twenties, nonsense about farming and bees, kissing, fighting, cursing, sex, angst, and a happy ending [33.5k total]
𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿
𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿
𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 18+
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𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀/𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀
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A little Automaton au thing! Y/N and Sun coming back from the market
Once every two weeks the closest four villages to where Y/N lives have a market at the roads crossing. Usually one could just go to the farms directly to buy or barter for things but its just most convinient to go to the market and buy everything at once. Y/N is present most times selling little spells, remedies and medicine (especally things against insect bites, pest repellant, painkillers and protective charms)
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outtoshatter · 1 year
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I got the Urge to make another List! Here’s some spring and autumn fics for all your reading needs! As before @missanniewhimsy helped me make this list, and I truly appreciate the help!
Autumn
fire & smoke by raisesomehale (2k, T)
It’s not like Stiles had meant to offend Derek when they first met two days ago, he had just been surprised! Caught off guard! Unprepared.
If anything, it’s his dad’s fault.
He had been the one to suggest they hire some extra help after his accident back in May put him strictly out of commission until the new year. But back-injury or not, the cattle cabin must be rebuilt before the herd moves back into the pastures after winter, and there was no way Stiles would be able to do the work all by himself.
And so it was decided. His dad had hired Derek. And when the time finally came, sent Stiles off to fetch him from the train station, neglecting entirely to mention the small matter of the man being a fucking werewolf.
we’re still writing pages by elisela (3k, G)
Autumn is Stiles’ favorite time of the year—leaves are falling, the air is getting crisp, the whole of Market Street smells like cinnamon, and he gets to spend Saturday mornings watching his daughter tear around a football field like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
The Curse of the Love Sweater by HisBeloved (56k, E)
The "sweater curse" or "curse of the love sweater" is a term used by knitters to describe the belief that if a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, it will lead to the recipient breaking up with the knitter.
When Stiles and Derek were children, a misunderstanding created a rift between Claudia Stilinski, owner of The Hale Yarn Company, and Talia Hale, the best knitter and spinner in the county, leading to the opening of Lucky Ewe, Claudia Stilinski's yarn store.
Stiles and Derek have been lifelong competitors at the Beacon County Fair and after their mothers died, became owners of competing yarn shops.   Derek is a budding knitwear designer on the eve of the release of his first book of patterns.  Stiles wants him on his popular knitting YouTube show despite the decade-long feud between the Stilinski's and Hales.  Hijinks, fluff, and ridiculousness ensue, and the boys get their happy ending.
Love Cake by kellerific (4k, T)
Stiles, newly home from college, shares an important family tradition with Derek.
Fallen leaves can be picked up by the shovelful by dearericbittle (3k, T)
Stiles has been working so hard to keep his magic a secret from his roommate, and it’s worked pretty well for the first month or so. And then he can’t resist playing around in the leaves and well… Apparently he’s been sharing a room with a werewolf? Suddenly this Emissary thing he’s heard about makes a lot more sense.
Like Leaves by lanalua (2k, G)
When Stiles moved to Vermont to train as an emissary, he didn't expect to fall quite so hard. 
Spring
among your heart-shaped leaves by dappledawndrawn (12k, T)
After rebuilding the Hale house, Derek enlists Stiles' help in planting a garden. 
It’s a Date by JoMouse (1k, G)
Roscoe breaks down in the rain on his way to surprise Derek. 
Promise of Spring by Still_beating_heart (1k, T)
Spring showers bring ruined picnics and an opportunity to dance in puddles. 
A peony for your thoughts by changez (2k, T)
“Don’t you dare,” Stiles hissed at the thief, waving the floral tape in as threatening of a manner as he could muster. (It was the closest object. Don’t judge.) The thief looked at Stiles as if to say: “oh yeah? Try me,” stuck his nose up in the air, and sauntered out of the shop, a rose clenched in his maw.
The Bright Side of Disaster by Gia279 (5k, T) *this is me
Tucked between fresh harvested vegetables and fruits, homemade skincare products and lovingly knit scarves and sewn shawls, were booths and tables selling potions, amulets, crystals, and herbs, athames and wands, scrying glasses and hand-embroidered altar cloths. Beacon Hills was a hotbed for magical activity, and it drew the supernatural community like moths to a flame. There were rumors that magical tools crafted in town were more powerful, potions more effective, even herbs more potent. 
Barefoot in the Sand by wulfnerd (100, T)
The Stilinski-Hale goes to the beach, the water is too cold, and Stiles feels possessive.
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itsmaddienotmaddy · 10 months
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Between watching World Cup games and being on my Taylor Swift bullshit 24-7, would you believe I’m still fully in deep with Supercorp?
Chapter 10 out NOW.
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sheisraging · 10 months
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Sunday Six, August 20
Think I finally found some kind of direction last night, so hoping the momentum will follow:
Before Henry has time to react, Alex is swiping into his messages app, where his text thread with Bea is still open to a zoomed in photo she’d sent him of Alex three days ago, followed by Henry’s response of Definitely not thinking PG-13 thoughts about him. The corner of Alex’s mouth ticks up just as Henry reaches out to grab his phone and hastily shove it back into his pocket. “I don’t actually have the app,” he mutters. If he set himself on fire, he’d be less hot than he is right now. “That’s okay.” Alex licks his lips and bites his smirk away. “We can use mine.”
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fauvester · 1 year
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young elim says NO HORNY ZONE
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Stale, self-critical, and needlessly bitchy take BUT AUs are no good unless they preserve the aspects of the characters that made the pairing so compelling in the first place. Otherwise literally go and write a piece of original fiction and spare me having to scroll past it. It's not even a case of "he would not fucking say that" at that point and more of a "who the fuck even is that?" and it's annoying
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happy-hokkyokugitsune · 11 months
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Went plant shopping yesterday and-
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😂💛☀️
Instant thought: Farmer's market AU
Goshiki's a florist and has a little plant stall. He sells lots of plants, hydrangeas, japanese maple, and bamboo. Primarily focuses on flowers. Most people come for his flowering bonsai trees. He also has tea leaves available, matcha, gyokuro, sencha, and others.
Tendou still makes chocolate but also several other sweets. He always has a new flavor every two weeks. Some people travel far for his goodies, like that cute blonde teacher who always comes and buys out all his spicy chocolates.
Ushijima runs a farm, are you surprised? He has a bunch of animals but at the market, he sells fruits, vegetables, herbs, spices, and jerky. Sometimes he brings fish and fermented foods. His kimchi and pickled daikons are amazing.
Kawanishi has a saké stall, he's known for his plethora of different flavors, yuzu, apple, peach, raspberry, and pear. He actually makes the best plum saké in Miyagi and has been slowly introducing mead to his customers.
Semi is that musician always playing close to the market, he's a staple at this point and it's a great way for him to get his music out there and make connections. The guys all help by talking about Semi's music and encouraging people to book Semi for events.
Shirabu is a papermaker, it's a family business, but he adds his own twist by folding origami animals and boxes. He also makes interesting paper color combinations and personalized stamps. He is known for his custom bookbinding.
Hayato is the local woodworker, it's also his family's business and has been for years, but something about his furniture is just beyond beautiful. He specializes in making intricate carvings and secret compartments.
Reon has a bakery, donuts and hand pies are his focus, but he makes several other baked goodies and even jam. His goods are always made with ingredients from local folks. He collaborates with Tendou to make chocolate bread, it's a huge hit. I need this. Let me have this.
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lots-o-doodles · 2 years
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Fall Trigun vibes
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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i've made logos for the four central stands at the hawkins farmer's market. blame @upsidedownwithsteve :) feel free to ask me questions about any of them!! i have many things to say <3
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bugeyedfreaks · 7 months
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So I know you hate rrb and that's so valid but i think the funniest implication of the clip show is that teen them just like, stopped doing villainous things? Like the girls stopped fighting crime that's so lame but why did those three idiots stop being bad guys? Did Mtn Dew calm them down?
And then that got me thinking can you imagine like, if they did age up the girls we see retired villains who could rob a bank sure but it's bingo night
My only problem is I can't imagine any villain just retire from villainy as much as I can't imagine the girls older
From what I understand, that whole sequence was all kind of a lighthearted jab at the ridiculous idea that the girls would ever just be interested in boys and shopping if they got older… so clearly it would be just as OOC and ridiculous if the RRB quit being awful. But yeah, whatever could have mellowed them out? 😆 maybe they discovered weed and that calmed them down or maybe something was in their axe body spray lol idk
…to be fair, given how we’ve seen the other villains of Townsville, I’m sure they’re already doing things like that in their downtime. 😆
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26 for any VM couple? - ghost
"I'm so scared" @ghostofwhitestone (farmer's market au)
Korrin pulls Vex aside as she steps into the house, knocking the snow off of her boots. "Can you go sit with Percy for a bit?" Korrin asks softly, his voice low just in case. "He's not looking too good."
Vex nods, "Of course. Keyleth wanted some help in the barn, something about the new horse."
Korrin sighs, "Yeah, I expected that. I'm headed that way now." And as if he's been doing it for years, Korrin squeezes her shoulder and kisses the side of her head. Though both Keyleth and her father are free with their affection, it still surprises her every time she's on the receiving end of it.
She shakes the thought off and quickly sheds her coat and hat and gloves before padding up the carpeted staircase. She knocks gently on the door to Percy's room before pushing it open.
He still doesn't talk much, but as she walks in he simply says, "Vex."
She smiles a little, "Hey. Korrin asked me to sit with you for a while, is that okay?"
Percy nods. He's curled up on his side in bed, looking small and frail. Vex sits down on the floor, leaning against the bed. "It's going to get warmer soon, snow is already starting to melt. Hopefully that will make things easier for you."
Percy's hand creeps over and settles on her shoulder, one of his favorite gestures when words are too much. She gently rests her fingers against his.
"But in the spring, Keyleth is going to drag you right out of this bed and make you help her plant the gardens."
Percy smiles and Vex knows that he doesn't find that idea awful at all. But as she falls silent, so does Percy's face.
Vex frowns, "Percy? What's wrong?"
He shakes his head and in a ragged voice tells her, "I'm so scared."
Vex doesn't have to ask of what. Of them finding me. Of no one believing me. Of everyone leaving me.
Vex swallows thickly and squeezes his hand, "I know. But we're going to keep you safe. They're not going to find you, and none of us are going to let anyone take you from us."
Percy's fingers dig into her shoulder.
"And I'm not going anywhere either," Vex promises. "Okay?"
Percy swallows and nods, loosening his grip.
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jack-kellys · 11 months
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I used the AU generator and got the absolutely ridiculous combination of grocery store AU and ancient Greece AU so uh...have fun I guess?
send me theeeese
well i think the only answer is making a god for each aisle. right. or if we’re really into it we align 7 “food groups”/usual supermarket aisle contents with each of the seven deadly sins or something like…. envy might be organic/protein powders like that stuff. but idk i’m not doing that
local street market au. jack works at a small produce farm outside NYC and brings the farm’s goods to the city for the market each weekend. (i think each of the older newsies own a little stand or small business). but not only does jack sell produce, he kind of embodies it?
the freshness, the way he shines in the sun, he’s fruitful and juicy with stories and personality and he is also… a deity. of produce.
racer is a deity of nostalgia and owns a small vintage and thrift store. crutchie is a deity of solar energy since all his homemade trinkets are powered via sunlight. katherine is a deity of ink and specializes in antique pens and writing utensils. etcetera.
but jack, as davey would discover if i wrote this for real, tastes like juice dribbling down his chin in the summertime, and he can’t get enough of the man who can make any fruit ripe and conjure carrots from the dirt.
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sheisraging · 10 months
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Sunday Six, August 13
What are sentences.
Henry watches her briefly, then lets his gaze drift over toward June Bugs, where he’s caught off guard by Alex staring at him. His thought pattern, in order, is: 1) Bea has, contrary to everything he knows to be true, betrayed him and has decided to play matchmaker and also force him to end his life right here in the middle of a lovely Saturday Farmer’s Market, which is nonsense, since he’s just watched her get in line for the loo and she’s still standing there chatting with the person beside her, 2) Perhaps this is a nightmare and he’s suddenly naked in the middle of this lovely Saturday Farmer’s Market, which also seems unlikely — not that he’s full of himself or anything, but more people would be staring, 3) He should probably apologize to Bea for thought number one, and 4) He should stop staring back.
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cherryjuicegf · 2 years
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The woman behind the counter is smiling at her with a strange warmth, as though she knows her for years. Yennefer huffs at herself. People who know her for years don't smile at her like that.
Smiling, and her face is haloed by auburn curls pulled back with a green ribbon to reveal her round cheeks and shining eyes and the freckles that paint her face like tiny dark plums.
Plums.
Which are why Yennefer is standing in front of the counter. Right.
She clears her throat and lowers her look, distantly registering her mouth has gone dry. The paper bag in her hand is slightly shaking.
So many plums. Dark purple and red and round, in perfect condition, so that every one she catches in her hand she immediately wants to bite. The fruit is cool on her skin, dark red like the woman's lips and damn her, she won't stop smiling.
"I wouldn't choose these if I were you," she says suddenly and Yennefer almost flinches.
She raises her eyebrows, looks at the red round plum in her hand. "Oh?" she turns back at the woman, voice masked with stability. It's not like she watched what she was putting in the bag.
The woman's lips quirk at the edges and she tilts her head. "The red ones aren't as ripe." She takes a deep purple fruit in her hand, almost black, and offers it to Yennefer. Her voice is soft like velvety peaches. "Try this one."
Yennefer looks at it, then back at the woman, momentarily numb. "Should I..."
"Please," the woman laughs and oh, her laugh is beautiful, "I'm sure you can't refuse a small juicy bite in this heat."
Ignoring whatever route it is that her thoughts are taking as she stares into her kind brown eyes, Yennefer smiles faintly at her and takes the plum from her hand, which is indeed softer. And well, it is the farmers market, it's unbearably hot, the woman is smiling and she is only human.
So she takes a bite.
Brown eyes, warm still, staring as she rushes to hold the juices between her lips and savour the fruit in its sugary taste, her teeth deep into the red, soft flesh. Yennefer swallows, licks her lips. Her chin is probably sticky but she is too caught between red curls and long lashes to care.
The woman chuckles again, a deep blush now painting her cheeks. "You like it, don't you?" And then, as though Yennefer's knees are not ready to give in, she continues in a cheery voice. "They're santa rosa plums," she says and arbitrarily places four of them in the paper bag. "I prefer them from others because they're bigger and sweeter. And don't they have the most marvelous taste?"
Suddenly aware of the bag's weight, Yennefer blinks and looks away, nodding. "They do, but I didn't–" she looks at the bag, then the woman, then the bag "–how much...?"
The sun hits in a peculiar way, or it's just her eyes, because the woman shakes her head in protest, her big macrame earrings dangling with it, and Yennefer's heart almost jumps out of her chest. "No worries, it's free." There is a glint in her eyes. "A store offer, if you will."
Yennefer doesn't find it in herself to insist. The plum is still in her other hand, waiting to be eaten, and the woman is already turning to the next waiting in line.
Clutching the bag on her chest, she can only mutter a faint thank you, and take a few steps forward.
It's only when she looks back that she sees the woman watching at her with what resembles a smirk and her gaze forever warm that she curses herself for not learning more about her.
But it's too late. And it's not like she has been exactly lucky with her choices so far.
So she walks away, eating the rest of the plum and thinking how shapely the woman's fingers fit around it.
When she empties the bag at home, she barely holds back a gasp as she finds a phone number and a name written inside it.
Triss then. Thanks to the plums, it's Triss.
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trainofcommand · 1 year
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In the mood for some fluffy wooing Farmers' Market AU Lorne/McKay fic for Valentine's Day? Behold, the schmoopiest schmoop I've ever written (maybe don't read when really hungry).
And here is how I imagine Farmers' Market Evan Lorne, by the way. Just in case you were wondering. Yum!
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