Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 9,643
Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity
The Bullet Farmer giving a young Furiosa shooting lessons! I don’t know how this lines up with any official timeline but I imagine this taking place not long after she lost her arm and would have to re-learn how to balance a rifle.
Hi~ me again haha! Thanks for last time :) I had fun reading that AU! This time can I request different occupation AUs? Like the Florist and Wedding planner one. Thank you very very much! <33
Thanks for this request! I absolutely adore this AU! It’s so cute!
Florist and Wedding Planner AU series by ingthing, Gen, 26k (WIP) An Alternate Universe in which Victor Nikiforov is a renown wedding planner, and Yuuri Katsuki is a florist running his family’s little flower shop. THIS IS SO CUTE OMG
Botanical Gardens and Deathbeds by heinoukola, Not Rated, 4.9k The short story where Yuuri’s family alternatively owns a flower shop with a small botanical garden instead of an onsen, set in a world of soulmates; and oh God, how romantic is it to meet your destined partner by sneezing into the bouquet he ordered and choking over every word that isn’t a prayer begging for help from above?
For I’m Seeking Romance and You by KUROKOSEXUAL, Explicit, 8k “Do you have a flower that means ‘You’re sexy and beautiful, but you also look pure and cute? You’re absolutely adorable and I love the big gap, so I want to ask you out on a date tonight’?” LOVE!
Can You Hear My Heartbeat?by W84U, Mature, 6.8k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki is a florist in Japan, he’s never heard a voice before. Viktor Nikiforov is a famous skater with a prodigy little brother. Yuri is Viktors adoptive little brother he’s never been in love. Minami Kenjiro is Yuuri’s best friend with a heart of gold. What happens when they all meet?
Hard to Say, but Clearly Felt by Elise_the_Writing_Desk, Gen, 30k A slow-paced growing romance between a lonely florist and a young farmer who are trying to find fulfillment in life. It’s a sweet story that will make you feel good, and despite the slowly growing romance, I hope it will bring a smile to your face! Such a sweet fic with farmer!Yuuri and florist!Victor! Must read!
Inosculation by lazrbrain, Teen, 4.2k (WIP) Viktor is motionless, life consisting of his shop and his dog. Yuuri is running, trapped by mistakes he cannot change. Both of them are desperate for more. They find it in each other. I NEED MORE THIS IS SO GOOD
pretty in pink by wbtrashking (fan_nerd), Explicit, 901 words Yuuri enters the bedroom with a dry cough. “What is this, exactly?” Victor props himself on one elbow with a dazzling smile. “I had it custom made. Do you like it?” There is a magenta flower resting on Victor’s backside and honestly, Yuuri is getting a little concerned about the wedding planner’s sanity. OMG HAHAHA I LOVE THIS FIC! Inspired by @ingthing’s florist/wedding planner AU!
Hi mom, today is my 18th birthday, and i was wondering if you would write literally ANY fantasy based au for Mingyu?? I know how much you like to write them and i get sad that no one asks for them... So here i am !!! Love u
ahhh happy birthday!!!! i can’t believe my first thought with mingyu was to write a lost wolfboy au,,,,,,,it’s p playful so i hope u like it!!!
you first start noticing the vegetables in your garden go missing when you go out to check on your cabbages and all of them have bite marks in them,,,,,,
half the carrots have been uprooted from the ground, and your poor pumpkin patch is a mess
nothing hurts a young farmer more than knowing there’s a night thief up to work in their town so instead of sitting around in the dirt pouting, you hatch a plan for a stake-out
and tbh,,,,you thought it would be easier
sitting on your porch overlooking your garden, a good book at your side as well as a pair of old binoculars you found rummaging through your attic
whatever neighborhood troublemaker thought they would get away with trespassing one more time wasn’t going to have it coming - even though you weren’t so sure what you would do if you actually caught them
but the thought was pushed out of your mind, you just wanted to know who was doing this!
at half past 2 am, with the crescent moon sparkling in the sky and your eyes threatening to give up on you - you hear a nose that spooked you from your sleep
quickly, you groped around for the binoculars and once you had them you looked toward the side of your garden where the urgent rustling was coming from
there he was - a body hunched over your patch of cabbages
for a moment you thought there was something else with them,,,some kind of animal??? it kept swishing back and forth,,,,,a dogs tail???
either way, you crept around the side of the patch until jumping up from your position with a “THIEF!” loudly echoing through the night
the person stopped digging, looking up at you with widened eyes and you almost choked on your surprise,,,,,
gazing curiously back at you was most definitely a boy,,,,,,a human boy
with a human face, hands, and bare chest,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yet two dog like ears were high at alert in his mess of hair
and that swishing wasn’t a small animal,,,,it was this boys,,,,tail?!?!?!?!
you dropped the binoculars you were holding and his eyes darted from them back up to you
even in the dark, you could see his mouth was open, hairy hands clamped tight around a cabbage head
his teeth were glittering white with two sharp fangs, longer than the rest of his teeth, shone
he gave a shrug of his shoulder in an attempt to copy the noise of a household dog
but you just stared at him because,,,, woof??????? woof wasn’t going to cut it no no not when whatever he was,,,,,,,,,,had just been caught red handed with YOUR food
“w,,,why are you st-stealing my vegetables?!??!?”
you finally managed to push out, even though the real question you wanted to ask was “are you,,,,half dog? wolf? what are you?”
the boy’s nose twitched
“because yours are the best ones?”
“YOUVE BEEN STEALING FROM OTHERS?!??!”
wincing, the boy dropped the cabbage in his hand and stood
while he was crouched down you couldn’t tell, but at his full stance he was now much taller ,,,,,,,,,,, and much scarier than before
his bare chest was tan and toned, arms muscular and intimidating. his eyes briefly flashed yellow within the turns of brown and you could see the long nails of his fingers
“im hungry, the forest is far.”
his voice is flat, but you can see that there is a stress on ‘forest’,,,,,,,,,,that’s where he must be from
but then again,,,,,what was he - wasn’t the forest full of actual wolves not,,,,half-wolf people,,,,,
you didn’t dare question it, rather just furrow your eyebrows and realize one) you should have thought this through two) let’s not get mauled by those nails three) he’s got a cute face for a vegetable-robber-wolf-boy ,,,,,,,,,,,,wait what
instead you chose to strike up peace, “i can give you some food from inside, you know, instead of you pulling up my half-ripe cabbages.”
his ears perked up immediately, a smile forming on his face that further more showed off his impressive fangs
he took a step forward and leaned his head down, pressing it to yours
in fear - you jumped back and a look of confusion coated his momentarily happy expression
“im,,, not the food,,,” you said in a shaky voice and his expression turned back into laughter
“i know!! i don’t eat humans. i like vegetables and ,,,, chicken?”
he smiled again and this time that thought about him being cute drifted back into your head
“ok, i have both of that c–c–come inside,,,”
happily trailing behind you like a wanderlust puppy, the boy came into your home and immediately dropped back to all fours
it startled you but he just looked eagerly around
“do i have to catch the chicken?” he pondered, on high alert for any animals inside your kitchen
“n-no, i have some already just ,,, just stay there.”
quickly, you made a mess of a plate of left over chicken legs and tossed salad you had from your dinner
you set it onto a plate, but realized that might not be the viable option
so without further ado you threw it all together into a cooking pot and carefully, oh so carefully, set it in front of the boy
in your life, you had never ever seen someone eat so fast
it was actually rather impressive to watch, and when he was done he licked at his face with his tongue, much in the way dogs do
you stiffed a giggle and reached for a napkin from the table
“here” you put it out and curiously, he sniffed it
“i can’t eat that.” he stated and you rolled your eyes at yourself,,,,,,,,werewolves don’t know what napkins are
“you use it to clean see?” you rubbed the napkin against your cheek but the boy only tilted his head, ears flopping a bit to the side
“ok ok come here”
you were only half surprised when the command worked and he made his way over, gently you rubbed at the spot beside his lip till the reminisce of chicken was gone
you asked and he nodded
“listen, ill leave some food out for you at night from now on. please stop uprooting my hard-work ok?”
you asked,,,,seeing the slightly dejected look overcome the boy but then he perked up once again
“im mingyu, who are you?”
you were surprised to hear his name, but told him your own
repeating it aloud, mingyu looked into your eyes - the yellow swimming through his iris
“you’re,,,, a good human”
“i am?” you asked almost dryly, but mingyu’s vigorous nod made you smile too
“ok, this good human needs to sleep now - so go back to,,,,,,the forest? and if you want some food feel free to knock on the back porch door”
you pointed to it and mingyu turned to look over his shoulder before looking at you and , more slowly this time, pushing his head to yours
this time you didn’t jerk back,,,perhaps this was a wolf boys way of saying thanks?
you stayed like that for a minute or so, your cheeks getting hot under the intense gaze
till mingyu pulled back, getting up off your floor and heading to the door
you were about to indulge in the image of your rugged, wolf boy leaving you for the forest when you realized he couldn’t get the back door open
with a laugh, you got up and helped him and before running off into the night mingyu leaned in again
and this time gave what you assumed was a small lick to the side of your lips
he said your name and then ran off, at some point you thought his entire body had shifted into that of a wolves, but you touched the wet spot on your cheek and gave out a sigh
a lick on the cheek was definitely grosser than a kiss, but who could blame a poor garden-robbing-cute-wolfboy for not knowing the difference LOL
The story of a forbidden and secretive relationship between two cowboys, and their lives over the years.
God’s Own Country (2017)
Spring. Yorkshire. Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path.
Lee shot his sensational debut God’s Own Country down the road from the
farm where he grew up in West Yorkshire. A love story between two young
male farm workers, it’s been described as “a Yorkshire Brokeback Mountain”
and has been picking up awards left and right, including a best
director prize at Sundance and the prestigious Michael Powell award at
the Edinburgh film festival. Unexpectedly, it has been a Hollywood
calling card and Lee’s phone has been ringing off the hook.
At least, it would be ringing off the hook if anyone could get
through. Lee, 48, lives in a wooden hut on the side of a hill near
Haworth in the Pennines – Brontë country. “The mobile phone reception is
nonexistent and I don’t have internet,” he says. So where does he go to
pick up emails from big-shot Hollywood agents? Lee chuckles. “Keighley
library. I’m a big fan of libraries. Or I go round to my dad’s. He’s 10
We meet in a cafe in central London during a “smash’n’grab”, as Lee
calls his visits south. “I come on the latest possible train I can for
meetings and leave on the earliest, so I don’t spend any time here.”
Does he hate London that much? “No, I’m just a bit of a homebody.”
My mum says I’d have one hand up a pig’s vagina pulling out the piglets and the other on a bacon butty
God’s Own Country stars Josh O’Connor
as Johnny, a young farmer whose life on the family’s failing sheep farm
is a monotonous grind of work, getting blotto down the local, waking up
in a pile of sick, then back to work. One day, a handsome Romanian
labourer called Gheorghe (Alec Secareanu) arrives to help with the
lambing. Cue the “Dales Brokeback” tag – although a better one might be
“Pot Noodle Brokeback”, since the pair carry a giant bucket of the stuff
to the remote field where they camp out with the flock.
Lee must be sick of talking about Brokeback Mountain,
but he good-humouredly tells me that he’s only watched Ang Lee’s Oscar
winner once – when it came out at the cinema in 2005. He has been
surprised by the comparison. “I’m not shying away from it; it’s
flattering. Ang Lee is an incredible film-maker. But it’s one of those
things that gets written in headlines, but when people see the film they
go, ‘Well, it’s actually not like Brokeback.’ It feels like such a
different story and such a different world. The films are like chalk and
cheese in that sense.”
He’s right: the two films inhabit different worlds. Where Brokeback
Mountain was set in 1963, when a relationship between two men in Wyoming
would have been illegal, Johnny has come to terms with his sexuality.
It’s no biggie. His problem is that he can’t open up; inside he’s a knot
of repressed emotions. “I was thinking very much about the hardest
thing I’ve ever done, probably, which was falling in love,” Lee says.
“How vulnerable you have to make yourself, open to love and be loved.”
He smiles gently behind a big, bushy Ned Kelly-ish beard.
The film isn’t political, but it does feature a handful of sex scenes
that would go unnoticed in a film about heterosexual love. Johnny and
Gheorghe’s first roll in the hay – roll in the mud, more like – is
frantic and breathless, fuelled on young lust. “It’s the funniest thing
that we’re still talking about sex scenes in gay films,” says
Lee. For him, the sex is integral to Johnny’s emotional journey. “I’m
not a big fan of dialogue. So he wasn’t going to have a conversation
where he goes: ‘I’m feeling a bit like this now.’ I had to tell it
visually. That’s where the sex really played in.”
Did Lee come under any pressure to tone it down? “There was a debate.
I could have made a film that might have taken away some of the threat.
Not threat, the …” – he reaches for another word – “the challenge that a
wide audience might have. But I didn’t want to do that. You only get
one opportunity to make your first film, and it’s the time that you can
risk the most.”
In Q&As after screenings a few audience members have challenged
him about the absence of homophobia in his portrait of rural Britain.
Isn’t it a bit rose-tinted, they ask? “I tell them: ‘What are you saying
about people who live there? Are they intrinsically homophobic?’ That
isn’t the case. They might not have a liberal middle-class attitude,
where they sit around navel gazing about it. But that doesn’t mean
they’re homophobic. I haven’t experienced that.”
Lee grew up on the family pig farm in the village of Soyland, in
Calderdale, with the hills as his playground. As the youngest child,
with the smallest hands, it was his job to deliver the piglets. He
grins. “My mum used to tell a story that I’d have one hand up a pig’s
vagina pulling out the piglets and the other on a bacon butty. So there
was a complete circle of life.” Not exactly The Lion King is it? “No,
but I’ve always been pragmatic about life on a farm.”
At 12 or 13, Lee says he decided he wanted to be an actor, and
knuckled down at school to get the grades for drama college. Coming out
was not particularly important, he says. “It was a kind of non-event. I
think it is for lots of people. Which can be disappointing in a sense.”
He left home at 20 for the Rose Bruford College of Theatre and
Performance in Sidcup. As an actor, Lee was never a household name, but
he worked steadily in film and TV, hitting a career high when his
film-making hero Mike Leigh cast him in 1999’s Topsy-Turvy.
Then, seven years ago, after a stint on Heartbeat, he jacked it in.
“I’d fallen out of love with acting, and I’d just get into arguments
with directors.” About what? “Because really I wanted to tell my own
stories. It got to a point where I turned 40 and thought, I’d better do
this or it’s never going to happen.”
Growing up, the landscape didn’t have the feeling of freedom or the pastoral. At times it felt oppressive and brutal
Taking a job at a scrapyard to make ends meet, he directed two short
films. He wrote half of the script for God’s Own Country in a static
caravan on his dad’s farm and the other half in London. “I type with
only one finger, and it’s quite loud.” While the story is not
autobiographical, Lee admits there might be a little what-if fantasising
about what would have happened if he’d stayed in Yorkshire.
While working at the scrapyard Lee made friends with a Romanian guy –
“the most beautiful, lovely man” – who had been on the receiving end of
xenophobic abuse in London. His experiences fed into the character of
Gheorghe. Lee doesn’t want to go into details of what his friend went
through. “That’s his story. But I was shocked and ashamed of the
reaction that he got in my country.” Is the film a comment on Brexit
Britain? Lee shakes his head. “When I wrote it, it was pre- even the
notion of a referendum. I think I was tapping the migrant
worker/immigration experience, but I wasn’t thinking about it in a
political way at all.” The morning the referendum result came through
last June, he was sitting with his editor to view the first cut: “We
watched in silence, thinking we might have made a period piece.” He
smiles. “We didn’t actually change the edit at all in the end.”
Lee paints on a cinematic canvas. But don’t expect gorgeous vistas of
rolling Yorkshire dales. He keeps the camera vice-tight, so close you
can almost hear his characters breathe. Growing up, he says, he never
looked around thinking: Isn’t this beautiful? “I really wanted to show
the landscape in the way that I had experienced it. It didn’t have the
feeling of freedom or the pastoral. At times it felt oppressive and
brutal. I wanted to see the landscape’s effect on the characters, rather
than the landscape.”
Lee spent three months working intensively with his two leads
sketching every detail of their characters. What level of detail are we
talking about? “Everything. Where they bought their socks. Which socks
they preferred and why. Whether they took sugar in their tea. I won’t
tell you the rude stuff.” He sent O’Connor and Secareanu out to work on
farms, putting in 12-hour shifts for two weeks, learning to birth lambs,
muck out and drive a tractor. “I don’t like fakery. I wanted everything
to be real.”
Right now, Lee is working on three projects he can’t tell me about.
Has he been tempted by the offers dropping into his inbox? “The money is
tempting, because I don’t have any. But this experience has taught me
that a film is going to take at least three years of your life to make.
And to be able to care enough about all those tiny little details, you
have to love it. It needs to feel like a compulsion.”
I ask Lee how life has changed since God’s Own Country premiered to
ecstatic reviews at Sundance last January? “I don’t sit at home
polishing my awards or anything like that. I’m a quiet person. I’m not a
big fan of parties, razzmatazz or red carpets. When I get up on that
hill, everybody knows I have no internet and no phone. And I go round my
dad’s and he’s like, ‘Ooh. It’s all right for you, int’ it, with your
life of riley.’ It’s a lovely leveller. Very normal.”
I met this guy today who was like 20 and unironically said “aw shucks” he brought the whole house Klondike bars because my grandpa likes them and he offered to go out and warm my car for me when I was leaving my grandparent’s house and he handed me my shoes and opened the door for me and was just so sweet??? To everyone??? Angels are real and he’s a young adult dairy farmer in rural Michigan