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rabbitcruiser · 7 months

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National Frappe Day

Enjoy a delicious, frozen frappe, share with others, see what businesses are offering free frappes, and pay it forward for someone else to enjoy.

Frappes offer a great opportunity to get that coffeehouse feeling without having to leave home or spend a lot of money. Here’s an easy way to make a delicious drink at home in honor of Frappe Day:

Start with a cup of brewed coffee that has been allowed to cool. To that, add a cup of cold milk and two cups of ice. Blend together and then flavor in whatever way is preferred, whether using caramel sauce, mint syrup, chocolate sauce, or another delicious type of flavoring. Honey and maple syrup are two perfectly natural ways to add sweetness and flavor without a bunch of preservatives.

Making a Frappe is a fun way to enjoy a delicious treat!

History of Frappe Day

A hallmark of Greek coffee culture from the 1950s onwards, the humbly delicious frappe has earned a yearly celebration. The frappe is distinguished by being one of the few beverages improved by the use of instant coffee! (Yes, it’s shocking, but keep reading.)

Supposedly, the frappe was created by a tired Nestle sales representative at the Thessaloniki Trade Fair in 1957 who was beset by caffeine cravings. It’s often said that creativity flourishes in the face of restraint, and so it was when this beleaguered man couldn’t find access to any hot water to make his instant coffee. So he took some of his instant coffee, put it with cold water and ice, and shook his way to what would eventually become an internationally enjoyed drink.

Of course, from there, versions of the drink were modified to include cream, sugar, flavorings, or sometimes even ice cream. Nowadays, they are also often blended in a blender, but the idea is the same. No matter how it is made, Frappes are delicious!

Although it started out as an accident because the inventor couldn’t access hot water, the Frappe froth actually has a surprising amount of science behind it. Spray-dried instant coffee and its lower oil content are the key to creating long-lasting bubbles. Freeze-dried instant coffee won’t cut it. The next time someone wants to complain that they can’t get a good coffee anywhere in the country, they might just be right. Perhaps they’ll need to head over to Greece, where the Frappe is the official national coffee drink!

How to Celebrate Frappe Day

Celebrating this Frappe Day contains loads of fun and enjoyment that includes delicious coffee, ice, and sometimes even a bit of creamy sweetness. Try out these ideas for the celebration of Frappe Day:

Enjoy a Frappe Today

Hop over to a local cafe and grab an amazing and delicious Frappe. Whether in the morning to start the day, or in the afternoon as an energetic pick-me-up, an iced frappe can be appreciated just about any time of the day.

Starbucks has its signature Frappuccino on offer, which is a blended or iced version of the frappe drink, but taken to the extreme. One of these drinks is hardly like drinking a coffee at all and, instead, is more like drinking a dessert with a straw! In fact, some of them don’t even include coffee in them.

The options for flavors are virtually endless, including fun names like Caramel Ribbon Crunch, Mocha Cookie Crumble, Strawberry Funnel Cake or Matcha Green Tea Creme. No matter which flavor is chosen, it’s most likely going to be delicious.

Share a Frappe

Find someone you love (or just generally like) and gift them with an iced coffee drink on Frappe Day! Whether it’s picking one up for the person in the next cubicle at work or bringing one home to your significant other, Frappe Day is a great way to tell someone else that they are appreciated and thought of.

Get a Free (or Discounted) Coffee Drink

As with many other foodie days, Frappe Day is a time when some companies choose to celebrate by giving away free stuff! And on this day, many people can score themselves a free cup of coffee. It changes every year, but here’s a list of some of the restaurants that have offered free coffee drinks on Frappe Days (or just regular days) in the past. Check them out to see what kind of promos they have going:

McDonald’s. At one point, this most famous of fast food restaurants had a deal “buy one, get one for $.01” for those who downloaded the McCafe app around Frappe Day. At other times, they have been known to offer a free coffee after the purchase of five.

Dunkin’ Donuts. Known the world around for their coffee, Dunkin’ has a perks program that offers a free coffee for those who register with them.

Starbucks. In some locations of this coffee chain, customers can get a discount during the week of Frappe Day, especially if it falls on a Thursday! That’s because Thursday is Happy Hour Day, which means between 2pm and 7pm, coffee drinks are BOGO (buy one get one free) on select Thursday. Check the Starbucks app or local store for details.

Choose to “Pay It Forward”

Get generous on Frappe Day and cover the cost of the coffee order of the person who is just behind in line at the drive-through coffee shop. It will make them have a much better day, reminding them that the world isn’t such a bad place after all!

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kidysbakery · 4 months

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Best Pastries In Noida By Kidys Bakery

In the heart of the bustling city, there exists a quaint little bakery that has been weaving magic with flour, sugar, and a whole lot of love. Kidys Bakery, a charming corner of culinary bliss, has become synonymous with delectable pastries that tantalize taste buds and leave customers craving for more. Let's embark on a delightful journey through their star creations, each pastry a testament to the skill and passion of the young bakers at Kidys.

Pineapple Pastry:

Kidys Bakery's Pineapple Pastry is a tropical delight that transports you to sun-kissed beaches and swaying palm trees. The light and fluffy sponge cake are generously layered with velvety pineapple cream, creating a perfect balance of sweetness and tanginess. Topped with delicate pineapple chunks, this pastry is a refreshing treat that captures the essence of summer in every bite.

Butterscotch Pastry:

For those with a sweet tooth and a penchant for indulgence, the Butterscotch Pastry at Kidys Bakery is a must-try. The golden-brown butterscotch bits embedded in the luscious cream add a delightful crunch to the soft layers of cake. The caramel undertones and rich butterscotch flavor make this pastry a comforting and decadent choice for any occasion.

Red Velvet Pastry:

Elegance meets indulgence in Kidys Bakery's Red Velvet Pastry. The vibrant red hue of the velvety cake is a feast for the eyes, and the cream cheese frosting lends a creamy, slightly tangy finish. This classic favorite is not only a visual delight but also a taste sensation that effortlessly combines the sweetness of the cake with the subtle tang of the cream cheese.

Choco Truffle Pastry:

For the ardent chocolate lovers, Kidys Bakery presents the Choco Truffle Pastry. A symphony of chocolatey goodness, this pastry features layers of moist chocolate cake generously coated with velvety chocolate ganache. Each bite is a luxurious experience that satisfies the most intense cocoa cravings, making it a heavenly indulgence for any chocolate connoisseur.

Black Forest Pastry:

A timeless classic that never goes out of style, the Black Forest Pastry at Kidys Bakery is a masterpiece of flavors and textures. Layers of chocolate sponge cake are interspersed with luscious whipped cream and tart cherry compote. Garnished with chocolate shavings, this pastry is a celebration of the perfect marriage between chocolate and cherries.

Choco Chip Pastry:

Kidys Bakery adds a playful twist to the pastry lineup with the Choco Chip Pastry. Soft and moist, this pastry is studded with generous amounts of chocolate chips that melt in your mouth with each bite. The combination of the buttery cake and the gooey chocolate chips creates a delightful contrast in textures, making it an irresistible treat for all ages.

Conclusion:

Kidys Bakery has mastered the art of pastry-making, creating a symphony of flavors that cater to every palate. From the tropical zing of the Pineapple Pastry to the rich indulgence of the Choco Truffle Pastry, each creation is a testament to the craftsmanship and passion of the young bakers at Kidys. So, the next time you find yourself yearning for a sweet escape, indulge in the divine pastries of Kidys Bakery – where every bite tells a story of joy, love, and unparalleled culinary expertise.

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bokksu-vs-sakuraco · 8 months

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Bokksu Boutique: Original Sweets Gift Basket Review

My first purchase from Bokksu Boutique! Despite being the Sakuraco subscriber, June keeps an admirably sharp eye on Bokksu's deals and offerings, which is how she spotted that the Bokksu Original Sweets Gifts Basket was on sale for 50%, an incredible deal by Japanese sale standards. June really wanted that basket (like. really badly.) so with my Bokksu Gold discount, I bought two of them. Because I had to. (More on the Boutique experience below)

Purchase and Bokksu Boutique Experience: It turns out, you can only checkout orders from the Boutique once your order passes $40 in value, which makes sense given all the snacks on there that cost $1-2 each. At a 50% discount, the sweets box was only $20 each so I had to buy two. (Not a big problem in this case, but for future purchases of smaller snacks, I do wonder if I have to strategize to pass that $40 barrier. Guess we'll see around Black Friday!)

With shipping, this came to around $65.

Shipping: Ordered August 14 + shipped same day → Arrived August 18 (due to the easily meltable chocolate, these had to be signed for at delivery, which the order page warned me about).

This was shockingly fast delivery. The tracking said it came from Japan so maybe I just caught them at a great time and they got it exactly on the perfect plane over to my house. It arrived in a box so the baskets wouldn't get damaged.

Contents of one box: Chocolate Crunch Bars (2x orange flavor, 2x grape flavor, 2x strawberry flavor), Amaou Strawberry Kirara Sandwich Cookie (3x), Milk Pudding Baumkuchen Cake with Caramel Sauce (2x), White Chocolate Langue de Chat (6x)

I ate half the contents before taking these photos but you can see still the packaging and basket. The basket was more like a wicker box with the roundish rectangular shape you see in the photo and a non-latching lid. It's not weak but doesn't feel terribly sturdy either, definitely more of a decorative piece. Unlike the snack boxes, this order didn't come with any extra guide, labeling, or sheet of paper with nutritional information about the snacks, so you only have the description from the website to go off of.

I'm trying to step up my photo game. It's not working too well.

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Snack Review

I split the last set of snacks with my parents and we agreed on these thoughts collectively.

Chocolate Crunch Bars (3 flavors)

Site description: "Fruity and refreshing [INSERT FRUIT HERE] flavor in an addictive crunchy chocolate bar that’s finished with an elegant white chocolate coating."

My description: Like a rice krispie only instead of the rice puffs being held together by sweet marshmallow fluff, it's held together by white chocolate touched by a hint of fruit flavoring. About three bites long and a 1.5 fingers wide. Any mention of "chocolate crunch" will obviously bring to mind Nestle's Crunch bar but this was nothing like the stiff American chocolate bar. It was more rice puff than chocolate and quite soft on the tongue.

Thoughts: The theme of this sweets box seemed to be "sweet but not too sweet" and that mildness really rang true with these crunch bars. For me, it was just the right level of low sweetness. There were different fruit flavorings (orange, grape, and strawberry) but they were all quite light. Grape was the strongest which made for nicer treat, and until I reread the site description I totally thought orange was a lemon flavor.

Texture-wise... You know the way white chocolate is always sort of fresh-out-the-fridge buttery soft no matter the temperature? Yeah, that was this bar. Easy to break with your hands on account of it being 60% some kind of rice pop crunch, and fun to eat overall. We wouldn't call it addictive so much as a pleasant snack we wouldn't mind having again (because you're sort of underwhelmed after finishing just one).

Amaou Strawberry Kirara Sandwich Cookie

Site description: "Luxurious and gentle taste of Amaou strawberries and smooth chocolate. Corn flakes kneaded into the whipped chocolate and the crunchy cookie dough give it a savory and satisfying texture."

My description: Pink! Very interesting sandwich cream cookie with a distinct texture and memorable strawberry taste.

Thoughts: I really enjoyed the corn flakes incorporated in the chocolate filling. It made for a pretty... special texture? Like if eating pop rocks wasn't painful and also sort of smooth? There's no way for me to explain how it was both crunchy and gentle at the same time, but that's how it was.

It had a similar flavor profile as the chocolate crunch bars i.e. soft sweetness and smooth flavors. This one was slightly richer with the thick chocolate filling, but the cookie parts had a delicate touch that still kept the whole thing light. The strawberry flavor was also much stronger, making this easily the sweetest thing in the box (not a hard competition). It was also the ideal snacking size, leaving me satisfied after completing it.

Milk Pudding Baumkuchen Cake with Caramel Sauce

Site description: "Made from non-homogenized "Ito Monogatari" milk from Itoshima, Fukuoka, each layer of this Baumkuchen cake is carefully baked layer by layer for a luxuriously moist and flakey texture. It’s then dipped in caramel sauce and caramelized in the oven, creating a mild sweetness that is perfectly balanced with the aroma of burnt caramel."

My description: Pretty much the same as Chinese chiffon cake (槽子糕) only with even less nuanced flavor somehow?

Thoughts: A sweet has to have some other dimension other than sweet in order for the flavor to count as having flavor to me. That's where this cake fell short. Despite having an enticing honey caramel milk "aroma" that promised some sort of honey, caramel, and/or milk dimension to the flavor, there was none of that at all, just an airy sweetness behind each bite. If I had to describe the flavor, it would be a little bit of white sugar in skim milk. No richness to it at all. So that was disappointing.

I will give this to the site description though, it did have a nice texture. Dense but not dry, but also not quite moist. I wouldn't call it "flaky" in any sense of the word but if you let a bite sit on your tongue, it would dissolve into a pleasant buttery feel. (This review is entirely based on notes I took while eating this yesterday btw. I have no recollection of this cake a day later.)

White Chocolate Langue de Chat

Site description: "Two crispy cookies made with “Ito Monogatari" milk from Itoshima, Fukuoka sandwich a fantastically smooth white chocolate spread. The sweet milky flavor of this Langue de Chat is a real treat!"

My description: Wow that site description was dead on the money. I was thrown off by the name at first—"Langue de Chat" are cat tongue cookies, referring to how the traditional French cookies resemble the shape of cat tongues, while as you can see, these are squares. But it turns out, Japan has their own specific version of the langue de chat which are specifically "a square sandwich cookie, made of a layer of white chocolate between two square cookies."

Thoughts: These were the favorites of the basket. They truly lived up to the hype! The milk flavor really shone through and filled out that white chocolate richness in exactly the way you would want. It almost felt like we were eating a layer of sweet cream cheese but without much cheese flavor. That soft filling served as a nice contrast to the crisp buttery cookies on the outside. Such a light, perfect flavor.

I would totally buy these again except (A) the Boutique doesn't offer these separate from the sweets box and (B) the individual packaging is so limiting for such a thin cookie whereas I need to consume a sleeve of these like Oreos.

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Final Thoughts

I would recommend the Bokksu Original Sweets Gift Basket for the following people:

Anyone who needs to gift someone a fancy food-based gift basket for a special occasion

Anyone who really likes white chocolate

Anyone who wants to try the essence of how Japanese sweets manage to be sweet without caving in your teeth, in contrast to American sweets (I fell into this latter category, so I would recommend others in this category to wait for a sale)

That's all for this review! Have a good one, folks

—Glissando

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alamocitypopcorncompany · 11 months

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Sweet Corn Popcorn Sale in San Antonio, Texas

Don't miss out on our irresistible Sweet Popcorn Sale at Alamo City Popcorn Company in San Antonio! Indulge in the perfect balance of sweetness and crunch with our delectable range of sweet popcorn flavors. Whether you're a fan of classic caramel or crave the delightful combination of chocolate and caramel, we have the flavors that will satisfy your sweet tooth. Our skilled artisans handcraft each batch using the finest ingredients, ensuring every kernel is coated with mouthwatering goodness. From our creamy Cookies and Cream to the heavenly flavors of Strawberry Cheesecake, our sweet popcorn selection will transport your taste buds to dessert paradise. Visit Alamo City Popcorn Company today and take advantage of our Sweet Popcorn Sale. Treat yourself or surprise your loved ones with the ultimate sweet indulgence. Hurry, this sale won't last forever!

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brelione · 4 years

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First Date With Pope Headcanons

You and Pope’s first date was at Walmart

Well, kind of.You guys were planning on just stopping in really quickly to grab snacks to watch a movie but it ended up as a full on journey across the store.

He was trying so hard not to act too weird but you laughing because you found a vibrator in an abandoned cart wasnt helping

“We should make tacos.”He suggested, noticing a sale on tortillas.You shrugged, tossing some into the cart. “We should make cup cakes but make them look like flowers.”You replied, already on your way to the baking isle.

“Can we get this?”He asked, holding up a bag of sour skittles.You nodded,sitting in the cart on your phone as he pushed it through the isles, secretly taking a video of him. “Can we get this?”He asked, holding up a bag of caramel m and ms.You nodded again, trying your best not to laugh at him as he pushed the cart with a grin that resembled that of a child at a toys r us. “Can we get this?”He asked, holding up a bag of cool ranch doritos. “Yep.”You replied.

Eventually you decided to switch places, you pushing the cart while POpe sat inside, grabbing anything he wanted off the shelves as you passed.

Playing pass with a bouncy ball only to throw it across the store wheen you hear a worker on their way to kick you guys out

“Go,go,go!”You exclaimed, running down the isles to hide in the toy section.

“Wait- can we get this?”Pope asked, pointing to a nerf gun.You laughed, trying to figure out what he could possibly want with it. “Yeah, sure.Grab me one too.”You told him.

Somehow you guys ended up in the book section

“Trash!they literally dont have any classics all they have is-oh wait.Wait, they have Percy Jackson.Can I please get this?”He asked, holding up one of the books.

You assumed he had never been able to get whatever he wanted at a store before so you just let him go wild

“What is this?”He asked, looking at a case of La Croix.You shrugged, telling him to just put it in the cart.

“Thay have birthday cake oreos!”He exclaimed, tossing them into the cart.

“Do you need any clothes?”You asked, approaching the mens section.He shrugged, not really expecting you to buy him clothes.

“We’re getting this.”You didnt even show him the shirt before it ended up in the cart.When he tried to turn it over to see why you liked it som much you simply smacked his hand away and told him it was a surprise.

Him buying like eight different DVD’s because “THERE WAS A SALE!”

“Do you think its weird that you’re lik...you know, a kook in a walmart.”He muttered, trying not to sound rude.You raised an eyebrow, not really getting his point. “No, like, i mean because other kooks dont go to-nevermind.”He trailed off, kissing your forehead.

He was literally shaking when the cashier was ringing in all the items because you guys bought so much

He held your hand while he drove, rolling his eyes when you started playing LIttle Einsteins

“Why is this happening?”He asked, clearly referring to the song.You just laughed, knowing how annoyed he was.

Once you guys got back to your house you just sat in the driveway for a good twenty minutes when the realization hit you that you’d have to bring all the bags inside

Baking cake was a mess

“It says to get two round eight inch-”You paused to laugh, finding it really funny. “Shush the hell your mouth.”He replied,finding the baking pans.

“How many eggs did you put in there?”He asked, noticing that the mixture was kind of dry. “I didnt put in the eggs yet, dumb dumb.”You replied,digging deep in your fridge to find the carton of eggs only to drop one on the floor. “Yeah, okay, fair enough.”You stared at the egg.He frowned,grabbing a paper towel. “Youre a murderer.”He mumbled,scooping the shells and the yol onto the towel. “You’re the one who smashed a moth to death last week.”You retaliated, earning a dramatic gasp from him. “It was trying to attack you!”He defended himself.

So you guys didnt even end up watching a movie because you guys were too busy baking and eating

“So whats the shirt?”He asked, noticing that you were holding the bag that contained the black cloth.You grinned,pulling it out and throwing it to him.

“OH MY GOD!IS THE GOLDEN GIRLS!”he exclaimed, peeling off the shirt he was currently wearing and into his new one.

“Oh shit- we forgot to get frosting!”You exclaimed, realizing that you had only bought cake mix.

“Its fine, you have peanut butter somewhere in here.”He raided your kitchen cabinets,hoping for the best.

The night ended with the two of you on the couch with a batch of cupcakes covered in peanut butter and powdered sugar, falling asleep in eachothers arms before you could even put a movie on.

When you woke up he was still asleep with his head resting on your thighs, trapping you on the couch.

“Pope….Pope wake up.”You whispered, shaking him back and forth. “No….”He grumbled, half asleep as his arms tightened around you. “Pope!Up, now.”You repeated,trying to get him off of you before your legs would go numb.He yawned, saying something under his breath before rolling onto the floor, not even caring.He grabbed a pillow from off the couch and held it to his chest, going back to sleep.

You laughed, getting up and going into your kitchen to make two cups of coffee, feeling his arms around you.

“Morning.”You grinned, kissing his cheek lightly. “Afternoon.”He corrected after glancing over at the clock in your kitchen.You shrugged, deciding that it was basically the same thing.

You ate what was left of the cupcakes with your coffee before realizing you guys hadnt made tacos last night, deciding to make some for lunch

“We couldve just got taco bell.”He realized,stirring the meat in the pan.You sighed, opening a soda. “It was your idea to make tacos.”You reminded him, taking a sip of the soda before grabbing cheese, lettuce,guacamole,salsa and sour cream from the fridge.

Sitting down on the couch you guys decided to do a redo, putting on a movie as you ate the tacos

“shhh-stop crunching so loud!”You exclaimed, turning up the volume so you could hear the dialogue over the chewing of taco shells. “sorry.” he whispered.

“That bitch just shot her husband!If you ever do that to me im gonna be so mad.”He shook his head, leaning back against the pillow.You raised an eyebrow, a small grin forming on your face. “Are you saying that we’re gonna get married?”You teased,watching his eyes widen. “Maybe.”He replied.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Cooking with Kyōjurō: Caramel Popcorn (Kyōjurō x F!S/O, Modern AU, SFW Scenario):

Summary: For once, Kyōjurō doesn’t fail at making something sweet— mostly because he didn’t want to disappoint his daughter. However, things didn’t turn out the way he expected; all because he managed to make the most perfect caramel popcorn ever. But then pandemonium happens all because of cat whiskers and permanent marker. Note: I don’t even know where I was going with this. 😂 But hope you bbys like this. Think of it as a premise to the food play smut we’ll have soon. 🍉🍉🍉 Word Count: 2,222

Warning: Mild Sexual Insinuation

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“Papa, can I have some ice cream?”

Kyōjurō looked up from where he was setting up the popcorn machine on the kitchen counter, taping the last bit of cling film to the side of the hot air popper so that the popcorn wouldn’t spill every which way when he turned it on. “Did your mama make some ice cream?”

Ran nodded at that, not once looking up from where she was coloring a picture of a cartoon tanuki on her coloring book. She was so engrossed in getting the colors inside the lines that it took her a few seconds to answer her father. “Yes. She said that I should ask you to put it in the fancy ice cream machine.”

“Fancy ice cream machine?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at that, as he looked around the kitchen to find nothing remotely close to an ice cream machine on the counters.

He looked back at his daughter— whom looked even busier than she was a few seconds before— and looked down at his watch to check the time. And when he saw that it was close to four in the afternoon, he quickly got his phone from his back pocket and called his wife.

After all, it was time for family meal at the restaurant— so he was sure that she was going to answer; unless something urgent came up.

Not even three rings later, (Y/n) immediately picked up. “Hello?”

His wife’s voice sounded so soft and skeptic, as if she was expecting to hear some kind of horrible news from him— which he didn’t fault her for, since he hadn’t exactly been the most perfect of husbands.

The last time he called her during his day off, he had accidentally knocked over the entire bookshelf in his and (Y/n)’s home office. So, he guessed that she had the right to be nervous about his calls.

“Hey baby, how was pre-shift?” He asked, talking about the everyday meeting at three that touched upon the restaurant’s daily dynamics: namely sales, the menu, what parties are happening, and a few other things that had to do with running the business.

(Y/n) paused for a moment at his question, clearly gauging the level of panic in his tone— and answering calmly when she found no hint of fear or panic in his voice. “It was okay. We have a last-minute twenty-top tonight, but it’s nothing too bad. A hundred-thirty on the books for dinner service, and then four parties: a twenty-top at five, fifty-top canapé party at seven, another twenty-top at seven too, and then a thirty-top VIP party at eight.”

It seemed like a lot of people and things going on to the common person, but it was just another day in the life for Kyōjurō and his team. In fact, it was one of the lighter days of the week, which was why he decided to take the day off. Yesterday had been (Y/n)’s day off, since the babysitter called in at the last-minute to tell them that she was sick.

“But that’s not why you called, is it, Kyō?” The young woman asked with a tiny hint of teasing coloring her tone. She was still a bit tense, preparing herself to dash out of the restaurant and drive home at any second, but forced herself to calm down as she got some food from the family meal setup.

“How’d you know?”

“I’m not your wife for nothing, chef.” She answered with a snort, while sitting down next to one of the sous chefs and grinning at everyone at the table. “Why’d you call, though?”

Kyōjurō chuckled at that, mentally taking note to stop asking her how she always knew things before he said them; since there really was no way to explain how his wife knew him so well. “Ran was asking for ice cream and told me to put it in the fancy ice cream machine. Baby, we don’t have an ice cream machine.”

A peal of laughter bubbled free from (Y/n)’s lips at that, as she shook her head. “Oh, Ran-chan, so adorable. She was talking about the Pacojet. I left four quarts of vanilla ice cream in the freezer— the ones in the stainless-steel containers for the Pacojet. You just have to pop those onto the machine and give her two scoops.”

“Just two?” He asked, clearly affronted at the meagre amount that his wife wanted him to feed their little girl. “She deserves at least five.”

“Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) answered with a roll of her eyes. “You’re already making caramel popcorn for her. I don’t want Ran to get cavities because— knowing you— you also made her one of those sugar rush sandwiches of yours.”

She wasn’t wrong in that assumption, so all Kyōjurō could do was look down at his popcorn setup with a sheepishly pouty expression on his face.

“You’re making a pouty expression now, aren’t you? Because I’m right.”

“Well, you’re not wrong…”

“So, just two scoops of ice cream. Ran likes it when I rocher them; she thinks they look fancy.” (Y/n) giggled at that, remembering the time when she tried to teach her husband how to do a one-handed quenelle. It had been hellish on both of them, but had ended with her getting crème fraîche eaten out from between her legs.

The mere memory of it had her closing her legs together, as her toes curled within her Birkenstock clogs. Maybe it really was time for another baby, if that night was making her hotter than usual— after all, it was the night when Ran was made.

And it seemed that Kyōjurō was having the same thoughts too, since he had gone silent, before realizing that he hadn’t even said anything. Mentally, he made a note to discuss second baby plans with his wife. “A rocher, huh? That seems easy enough.”

It really wasn’t. He just didn’t want her to find out that he had gotten rusty over the years; as it had been five years since that night at his apartment.

“Riiiight,” (Y/n) answered with a quiet chuckle, not believing her husband’s too flippant answer one bit. “The kitchen better be spotless when I come back, Kyōjurō. And Ran should be spotless too.”

The young man scoffed at that, casting a furtive glance over at his daughter whom still had cat whiskers on her cheeks from when she’d asked him to draw on her face.

Unfortunately, he had used permanent marker to draw her cat features on; so, it really would be a pain to wash off before (Y/n) got home.

“Right, okay, baby. I love you, bye.” With that, he dropped the call and rubbed the back of his neck— trying to think of any possible solutions to get it off. “Ran, sugar plum, it’s time for a bath.”

“But papa, you said we were making caramel popcorn,” His daughter pouted up at him, seeming even more adorable when she made caramel sound like ‘cow-mall’ with her vocabulary.

“We are, but you have to wash off your whiskers first… before mama gets home.”

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“No, no, papa. Mama doesn’t do it like this,” were the first words that (Y/n) heard when she entered she house. It was then followed by the silent crunches of something being chewed on, before muffled shuffling echoed within the otherwise silent home.

Kyōjurō was so confused, since he had made the caramel popcorn as how he knew his wife made it in the restaurant. It was perfect, if he could say so himself; more so because of the glucose syrup he’d added than anything else, but he had to give himself a pat on the back for not making a crystallized mess of sugar in the pot.

“But, Ran, this is caramel,” He protested softly, as he stirred the remainder of the caramel in his sauce pot. It was starting to get clumpy, so he turned to burner to the lowest heat setting, before turning back to his daughter.

Ran kept snacking on the warm popcorn that her father had set out to cool on the counter, licking her sticky fingers in the same manner that she’d seen Kyōjurō do one too many times. “Mama makes it different, papa.”

At that, (Y/n) stepped into the kitchen and had to muffle a scream when she saw the remains of marker on her daughter’s cheeks. Immediately, her gaze shot over to her husband, whom had blatantly looked away from her— and out the window— as he pretended to have seen something flit by in the night.

“What did you do?” She breathed out— struggling so hard to keep her voice even, as she cupped Ran’s cheeks in her hands and brushed her thumbs over the mildly faint whiskers on her cheeks.

“Papa made caramel popcorn!” The little girl declared happily, as if the pressing issue of her father having drawn on her face with permanent marker wasn’t a harebrained idea in the first place.

“I… can see that, sweetheart,” She answered as calmly as she could, and mouthed ‘we’ll talk about this later’ when she managed to catch her husband’s gaze.

Kyōjurō could only nod and sigh in defeat as he moved to stir his bubbling caramel. There went his chances of romancing his wife enough to get started on baby number two.

With a kiss to the top of Ran’s head, she walked over to her husband and had to stifle a smile when he turned to her— so he could press a kiss against her temple. When she looked down at the pot, however, she couldn’t help but let out a surprised ‘ooh’ when she saw the perfectly browned, and perfectly smooth caramel that Kyōjurō had made.

She looked at him then, quirking an eyebrow and saying, “This is perfect, baby. Did you really make this?”

The appalled expression that made its way onto the blond’s face was enough to make his distaste at her comment, but it immediately morphed into a pout when his wife wrapped an arm around his waist and laughed as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“It really is perfect, baby.”

“Ran keeps saying that it’s not how you make it, but it’s how you make it at work,” Kyōjurō stirred the caramel once more, and let it drip down from the spoon in one smooth waterfall, which had (Y/n) suppressing a laugh at how he was mildly showing off to her.

However, she let him have his fun, since it was the first time that he’d managed to perfect something that even most pastry chefs had a hard time making. “Well, it is one of the best caramels I’ve ever seen…”

Kyōjurō noticeably puffed his chest up at that; making both (Y/n) and Ran share a look as well as slight grins.

“But I crystallize the caramel I make for Ran’s popcorn at home.”

“How do you even do that? I already put glucose syrup in it so it won’t do that.”

“Oh, you just have to pour more sugar in it now, and stir it really fast before it crystalizes into a huge clump.” With that, (Y/n) got some leftover sugar in a bowl and dumped it in the pot— motioning her husband to do as she’d told him, and watching the painfilled expression he sported, as his perfect caramel clumped together.

“I know, baby. It only hurts at first, you’ll get used to it the more you do it.” (Y/n) laughed, wrapping an arm around her husband’s waist once more… before letting her hand drift down and squeeze his right butt cheek.

Wide-eyed and clearly surprised, the blond turned to look at his wife to see her reaching over to eat a piece of popcorn from the batch he’d made earlier.

And when she looked up at him, she subtly licked her lips and winked at him; which had him thinking that maybe, just maybe, his attempts for baby number two weren’t put on hold yet.

That was, until Ran spoke up, “Mama, my face feels itchy.”

Both of them looked at their daughter at that, and he frantically raced over to lift her up into his arms— while (Y/n) turned the stove off and grabbed her car key from her pocket. “Kyōjurō, what did you wash her face with?”

“I… uh… the facial wash you use everyday.”

“That has witch hazel in it!”

He had no idea what witch hazel was, and what it did, but that was the last thing on his mind as he boarded the car that (Y/n) had just unlocked. In no more than a minute, (Y/n) had already locked the door to the house and had gotten in the driver’s seat— peeling out of the driveway in a move that would have had her cast as a good stunt double for the Fast and Furious movie franchise.

“Ran’s allergic to witch hazel!”

#rengoku kyoujurou x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku imagines #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer rengoku #kny rengoku #kny fanfiction #kny fanfic #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyōjurō #kimetsu rengoku #jen writes

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quercussp · 4 years

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Sunshine and daisies

Rating: G

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Phil goes for a walk.

Authors note: This is a fic written for @velvetnautilus as part of the blm fundraiser, hope you like it!

Thank you to @det395, @alittledizzy and @insectbah for the help!

Warnings: mention of covid

[read on ao3]

Walking down the street felt very weird after weeks and weeks of being at home. And sure, it was weird to see people in masks and signs to keep your distance in every shop, but at least he was out on the sunny street with people around. It felt like the weather was celebrating the end of the lockdown with everyone. The clear blue sky made the world feel happy and big. There was a pleasant cool breeze rustling the leaves on the trees, there were colorful flowers planted along the sidewalk, and the air felt fresh and rejuvenating.

As Phil turned the corner, he saw the familiar logo of a Starbucks. When he left for a walk this morning, leaving Dan to brainstorm on the next chapter, he didn’t have a real goal in mind, but getting a fancy ice coffee felt like a really good idea.

He adjusted his face mask (with a corgi pattern, of course) and took his place in line (6 feet behind the previous person, of course). Taking out his phone, he considered texting Dan and asking if he wanted something but then decided against it. Dan was working and pulling him out of his focus for coffee didn’t seem worth it, especially since Phil was fairly confident he could guess what Dan would prefer. Instead, he opened twitter and scrolled through his feed.

The line looked long, but it took only 10 minutes for Phil to get to the register and order his Caramel Ribbon Crunch frappuccino (the name itself made Phil’s teeth ache in anticipation of all the sugar) and an Iced Matcha for Dan. He also ordered a cake pop for himself (he was an adult, no one could tell him what to do) and an almond croissant for Dan.

Phil left the coffee shop and slowly walked down the street towards the apartment, drinks in both hands and the pastries under his arm. A woman with a baby stroller walked past him, talking on the phone with someone. A young man in a mask jogged past him and Phil had to actively stop himself from doing a double-take (he had quite nice shoulders). Phil felt as though his breaths were deeper and almost sweeter than usual. It felt good. Life felt good.

He was passing the little flower shop that Dan liked to frequent and suddenly felt the urge to go in. Dan was the one who loved to buy flowers. Every now and then he would come home from a walk with a large bouquet. Sometimes he would say that they were for Phil and blush a little. Sometimes he would just put them on his desk and not mention it. And sometimes Phil would kiss him on the cheek and say “Such pretty flowers, Danny.”

Phil walked inside the store and breathed in the smell of the flowers. He walked around the different displays, looking at the different plants, trying to decide what to get for Dan.

“Sir, can I help you?” A voice interrupted Phil’s thoughts. He was so startled that he almost dropped one of the coffees to the floor, but caught it just in time. The bag with the pastries, however, fell down.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” The young sales assistant rushed to pick up the slightly beaten bag and handed it to Phil.

“No, no, it’s all fine! I just didn’t see you there!” Phil put down the cups on the counter, adjusted his facemask, and shoved the bag back under his armpit.

“Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” the girl asked again, in a quieter voice.

“Um…yeah, I wanted to buy some flowers…” Phil trailed off. There was an awkward pause.

“Well, this is the place for it! What kind of flowers are you looking for?”

“They’re for…a friend. A boyfriend.” It was still weird to be able to say it out loud.

It’s been a year since I could first say it on the street, Phil thought to himself. How has the time flown by?

“Oh, ok! What kind of flowers are you thinking? What does he like?” She started walking around the shop pointing at different flowers. “Lilies? Or maybe some roses, is he a roses guy?”

“What about these?” Phil pointed at a bucket. “They’re daisies, right?”

“Yes, those are a great choice! Did you know that in the language of flowers daisies mean ‘I love you truly’? How many do you want?”

“All of them,” said Phil before he could stop himself.

If the sales assistant was surprised, she didn’t show it. “Ok, great!” she said and started wrapping the giant bunch up into fancy paper. Phil felt a little silly watching her wrap up what must have been several dozen of the white flowers, but said nothing and just awkwardly stepped from foot to foot.

“There you go, that will be 94.60!”

After paying, Phil tried to arrange all the packages in his arms without dropping the coffee, but nearly tumbled over.

“Here! Let me help!” exclaimed the flower girl and carefully handed Phil the cups after placing the bouquet under his free arm. “I’m sure your boyfriend is gonna love them! Have a nice day, stay safe!” She opened the door for him.

The walk home, while still quite pleasant, was definitely a little tricky. As was opening the door and pressing the buttons in the lift. And he didn’t even attempt to unlock the front door, and just banged on it with his foot until Dan opened.

“What’s all this?!” Dan looked rumpled and a tiny bit annoyed, although his face quickly turned to surprise and his ‘Phil what are you doing but also you’re so cute’ expression.

Phil handed Dan the (very much melted) matcha and the pastry bag. “For you,” he said, walking into the apartment and placing his cup on the table. After tearing off his mask, he gave Dan a quick peck on the lips and stepped out of his trainers.

“Daisies?” Dan asked, looking at the giant bouquet.

“Also for you.” For some reason, Phil felt a little hesitant now. They were a little ridiculous. They probably wouldn’t fit into any vase they had.

Dan looked into Phil’s eyes for a bit and then proceeded to give him a slow kiss. “Thank you. I love them,” he said and took the flowers out of Phil’s arms. “Now go wash your hands, mister, don’t want any of that virus on my furniture.”

When Phil came back after washing up and changing into his pajamas, Dan had assembled the daisies into smaller bouquets, placing them in 5 separate vases, and was now arranging them all across the flat.

“They’re a bit ridiculous, I know.”

“Hey, don’t say shit about my flowers!” Dan countered. “But what did you do, buy the whole stock?”

When Phil didn’t answer, Dan started laughing and kissed Phil on the side of the head. “They’re beautiful, Phil, and now I have enough to put into every room.”

They ended up finishing up their drinks and pastries while sitting on the sofa, legs tangled together. Dan told Phil about his progress (or lack of it) on his book, and Phil told him about what specials were at Starbucks. They watched a couple of YouTube videos and at some point, Dan stood up to continue working.

“They mean I love you,” Phil blurted out before Dan had a chance to leave the room. “The daisies. The store woman said that they mean ‘I love you deeply’ or something like that.” He trailed off, a little embarrassed.

Dan turned around and walked back up to Phil. He pulled him up from the sofa and wrapped himself around Phil and squeezed. “Oh, Phil, you spork,” he whispered into Phil’s hair and kissed him on the temple. They stood wrapped up together for a minute or two, until Dan untangled himself, gave Phil a last kiss on the lips, and went up to his office. He took the biggest vase with him.

#phan #phanfiction #my fic #charity fic

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mordenheim · 4 years

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Fictober 2020 15: “Not interested, thank you”

(Mention of Caramel Treat’s restaurant is a location cameo from the universe of the talented @ask-de-writer ! Give them a read sometime! :) ) Fullerton let out a groan as another door slammed in his face. The gray unicorn levitated his heavy sales case down off of the porch and slumped his way down the street towards the next house. Pony after pony, mare and stallion alike, they all had the same answer for him.

“Not interested, thank you.”

Thinking back to when he first started selling, he reminisced about mares happily inviting him in, listening to all he had to say. They would offer coffee or cookies sometimes and even if there wasn't a sale that day they would remember and invite him back in when he had new wares to sell. Always a friendly, smiling face.

“Not interested, thank you.”

A dark cloud seemed to hang over him in spite of the idyllic fall weather. The crunching of leaves underhoof and the sharp smell of ripe apples from the nearby orchard did little to lift his spirits. He hadn't had a sale all day. Hell, he hadn't gotten more than a few words out before he heard that hateful, hurtful phrase again.

“Not interested, thank you.”

As the day wore on, his depression grew. His head hung lower and in spite of being carried by magic, his sales case dragged through the fallen leaves on the ground. Calling it quits for the day, he stopped in at Caramel Treat's restaurant, using his last few bits to buy a clovertop scramble, a mug of tea, and to give the waitress a nice tip. The sweet mare had been nice to him, after all, she deserved it.

They had talked for a while about their respective jobs, him smiling grimly as she regaled him with tales of some of her more troublesome customers while he explained his job to her, even showing off some of his wares. She had looked at his beautiful magic trinkets in awe, but sadly couldn't afford them right now. At least she had shown some interest in them and didn't use those awful words.

By the time he left the restaurant it was well dark outside. Luna's moon sat fat and heavy on the horizon as the stars shimmered in the night sky. A damp chill crept into the air as the stallion stifled a cough. Just his luck, to some down with a cold while he was flat broke he thought to himself.

He was almost halfway home when he saw a light click on in somepony's front room. Shrugging his shoulders, he dragged his case towards their front door. Taking a mirror from his pocket, he used what little light remained to clean up his appearance a bit when the door suddenly opened inward.

“Ah! A salespony!” The mare smiled brightly at Fullerton. She was dressed in a lovely red jacket to protect her from the chill. Her pale fur offset her dark eyes beautifully and her mane was done up in a smart bun, “Please, won't you come in and show me what you have for sale?”

His heart practically exploded with joy as a smile crept onto his face. He had finally found someone interested in his magical trinkets and baubles and he didn't even have to knock on their door!

His smile froze on his face when he glanced back at his mirror once more and saw the doorway as empty where the friendly seeming mare stood. A feeling like creeping frost enveloped his heart as he realized what he was dealing with immediately.

Turning back towards the mare, he bowed graciously, picking up his bag and giving her his best, winning smile before bolting out of there as fast as his hooves would carry him, shouting back over his shoulder as he ran. “NOT INTERESTED, THANK YOU!!!”

(story continues: https://mordenheim.tumblr.com/post/632511661856653312/did-i-ask )

#MLP #text #story #fictober20 #fanfiction #pony #vampire #halloween #nightmare night #mordenheim

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years

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fishdavidson · 4 years

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Dream Journal 2020-04-22: A Cool Shirt, Email Problems, And A Tour Of The Food Court

There isn’t an overarching plot in this dream, so it’s a perfect candidate for my good friend, THE BULLETED LIST!

First off, I’d like to apologize to Canadian artist Curtis Wilson, whose art I have snatched and altered for the header image of this post (for reasons that are about to become clear). I had acquired a t-shirt with a really cool design on it in this dream, and the shirt itself was a joyfully bright neon yellow-green. A black line drawing of an eagle in flight took up the front of the shirt, and it was drawn in the style of First Nations artwork found in the Pacific Northwest. Recoloring one of Curtis Wilson’s pieces was the closest I can get to showing you just how cool this shirt was. It was legit. I literally put that shirt on in the dream multiple times because of how proud and happy it made me feel.

In the next dream unit, I’m working in a cubicle at night. But the cubicle is set up in the grass outside the local university’s student union, and the cloudy purple sky is all I can see overhead. My job is to correct issues with email systems, and there’s one coworker who keeps typing her email address incorrectly. Her email address keeps showing up as [email protected] (which I hope is not actually someone’s really email address), and only the “@” sign is correct. Each time the wrong email address pops up, I have to send her an email in response asking her to correct the mistake.

The last dream unit takes place in some sort of food court, but everyone is practicing social distancing and the food kiosks have limited menu options that are carry out only. Despite to floor being completely even, I realized that I could do a sort of squatting motion and propel myself around the room like I was a champion slalom skier. The pseudo-skiing was the highlight of the dream for asleep Fish Davidson, but the food options offered for sale were probably the most interesting for an awake Fish Davidson. Here are two of the foods I remember being able to try:

Jalapeno Balls - a cheddar-stuffed jalapeno pepper sits at the center of a fist-sized ball of Spanish rice. The rice has bell peppers, onions, and bits of mushroom in it, and the whole ball is dipped in some sort of corn meal batter/coating and deep fried. I will probably try to make this at some point in real life.

Taco Hat - This was neither taco nor hat. It was instead a cylinder of caramel corn that had a little base made of peanut brittle that made it look sort of like a tiny top hat. So basically my dreams tried to reinvent Cracker Jacks or Crunch n’ Munch, but with some hipster flair. I’m 100% okay with this, though.

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Header image is Eagle Design/Logo by Curtis Wilson, whom you can find at http://curtiswilson.ca

#dream journal #eagle #curtis wilson #food court #email #computer #night #food #shirt #fragments #bulleted list #fishdavidson

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joonies-smile · 4 years

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BTS as autumn things

Namjoon: flannel shirts, a new set of fairy lights for your headboard, getting lost in a corn maze, miniature pumpkins on your bookshelf

Seokjin: baking pies for Thanksgiving, itchy hayrides that you look forward to every year, orange sweaters, beers at Oktoberfest

Yoongi: knit beanies, leather jackets draped over your shoulders, maple pecan lattes, handing out Halloween candy

Hoseok: well-loved jeans with fraying hems, Cyber Monday sales, tailgating at a football game, caramel apples covered in peanuts

Jimin: unabashed love for pumpkin spice everything, apple picking with friends, the thumping bass at a costume party, collecting pinecones

Taehyung: hot apple cider, unbuttoning your cardigan at midday, weekend cabin getaways, touring a winery with your partner

Jungkook: scuffed up Vans, the crunching of leaves under heavy boots, getting chased by fake zombies in a haunted forest, hot air balloon rides

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charlievveasley · 4 years

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Halloween | Severus Snape

Characters: Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter Ships: None Verse: Post War Word Count: 2189

written for @harrypotterbingo

Insufferable. In a word, Halloween was insufferable. Everyone pretending to be something they are not - and all the typical, overly large witch’s hats made him want to be sick. Not to mention the disgusting display of gluttony shown by kids and adults alike as they ate treat after treat - pies, candies, cookies, caramel apples, cakes - you name it, and he was certain they had stuffed it into their mouths. Just watching was going to give him a stomach ache, but he had no choice in the matter. The Headmistress had been clear - he was to be there, and he was to be there for the entire celebration. McGonagall had not been a fan, apparently, of his disappearing act last year for the blasted occasion, and had definitely not believed for an instant that he had suddenly fallen ill. So there he had sat, scowl firmly in place and his arms crossed as he waited for the food to appear before him. It had taken an inordinately long amount of time, and he wasn’t entirely uncertain that it hadn’t been some petty deed on the headmistress’ part. She had never liked him, he was sure of it.

So when they had finally cleared not only the dessert but the blasted plastic muggle pumpkin buckets filled with every sort of magical and non-magical candy imaginable (an apparently new and equally annoying tradition), he had been the first out of his seat. With a typical flurry of black robes, he was striding off the dias where the teachers sat and through the back door, taking a shortcut behind a tapestry to get to a spiral staircase that would take him up six floors to his rooms - which were not, as most believed, in the dungeons. A convenient rumour he sometimes helped to further along, if he were being honest.

Severus glanced down the hall just for good measure before placing his palm against the small snake curled around the doorknob, and the door melted away before him, only reappearing once he was inside. He breathed a sigh of relief, unfastening his outer cloak and tossing it over the back of his couch as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Retrieving his oldest bottle of scotch from the hidden cabinet in his bookshelf, he paired it with a back issue of Potions Monthly and sat, but he still felt wrong. It was like he could still hear the little gremlins laughing and causing trouble, even though his quarters were deathly silent. With a glower, he shook his head and readjusted himself on the couch, taking another healthy sip of his drink before going back to his reading. He reread the same sentence four times before closing the damn thing and throwing it across the room where it landed with a rather unsatisfying thump on the carpet in front of the fireplace. His eyes stayed on the back cover for a minute before flicking up to the fireplace, and then the mantle.

The thought wasn’t even fully formed before he was on his feet, and without a backward glance, he had taken quick strides across the room and stood before the fireplace. Grabbing the small mortar and pestle from the mantle, he tossed half back onto the shelf, favouring the small pot of floo powder. It was against the rules, but rules be damned. He had to get out of there. His fingers dropped the fine powder into the fire as if of their own accord, his lips formed the words, his feet brought himself forward and then he was suddenly, blissfully, alone.

Stepping gracefully from the fireplace at Spinner’s End, he breathed a sigh of relief. Surely, this would be the one place no one would look for him. He had even orchestrated a fake sale years ago to ensure he always had one place where he could entirely disappear. He hadn’t used it until now - he much preferred the small flat in the south of France, but Severus couldn’t deny the peace he felt being in his childhood home at this very moment, knowing he had made a much-needed escape - a feeling he wasn’t sure had ever come from the place before.

Grabbing another book - purely a guilty pleasure this time, and completely uneducational - he settled again in his favorite chair, the silence here seeming somehow more absolute. He was utterly at peace, already having read a full chapter when the doorbell rang. “The light is off.” He shouted, grumbling under his breath about muggles and their silly traditions. Growing up in this house, in this muggle neighbourhood, and particularly as Lily’s friend, he knew all about trick-or-treating and the unspoken rules that came with it. No lights - no candy, so no trick-or-treaters. So who was at his door - and more importantly, why? Severus ignored it, shaking himself with a light sigh and settling back in. They’d go away when he didn’t answer.

But then the bell rang again. This was why wizards didn’t even install the damn things. He ignored it.

He grumbled, readjusting yet again as he tried to shake off his annoyance. He wouldn’t let a few muggle imbeciles ruin his night. He would outwait them, they would leave, and he would have his peaceful night back.

But as the doorbell rang again, he realized he was wrong. He closed his book and slammed it down onto the small end table next to him, standing and making his way toward the front door with quick strides. But upon flinging it open, he could only simply stare in shock.

“Potter?” He questioned, the name falling off his lips before he’d even decided to say anything. It was uncharacteristically without venom, the pure surprise enough to render him near speechless. It only lasted a moment, though, before he was angry. Without a word, he slammed the door in his face and stood on the other side, fuming. He turned finally, shaking his head in disdain and returning to his chair.

But within a few moments, the bell rang again. He looked up sharply, in slight disbelief, even as it rang for a second time. He was across the room in an instant, nearly ripping the door off its hinges. "Potter!" He barked, fists clenching as he tried to fight the urge to reach out and wring the boy's neck. This time, he was carrying what looked to be an old pillowcase, holding it open before him in a silent question. How did he even know where he lived? It was impossible. "Stay away from me, you insolent brat."

He slammed the door closed again, but this time, he never even made it to his chair before there was a knock on the wood. He took a deep breath, teeth clenching, trying to remind himself that he was too old to weather a stint in Azkaban. But when he opened it, his insults died on his lips and his brow furrowed. It was still Potter, but this time he had one of those horrid plastic pumpkins - a green one, half full of candy. "Take your cute little tricks somewhere else, boy, before I blast you into next week." He growled, shaking his head and turning around.

But before the door even closed, the boy spoke. "Sir?"

Severus whirled, bearing down on his former student, but then stopped. The pumpkin was gone, now replaced with a ridiculous plastic skull hanging from a flimsy plastic strap. But that wasn't what had caught his attention - not really. Transfiguring from one to the other would be simple enough even for Potter, who, as much as Severus hated to admit, was a fairly adept wizard. But his glasses were wrong - they were plastic, not metal, and more than that, his eyes weren't quite the right shade. He swallowed, hating himself for noticing, and took a step back. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t sounded quite right, either. He was confused, a feeling he wasn't familiar or comfortable with. He closed the door, more gently this time, but still didn't move. He was certain this wasn't over, and within a few seconds, he was proven right. Opening it slowly, he took in the person on his doorstep. They looked like Harry Potter, but he was certain now that it wasn't, and as his eyes took in the all too familiar features, he realized this one's nose was far more narrow and had too many freckles.

So someone was toying with him - but who? He found he didn't much care, having figured it out, he was now over it, but before he could slam the door again, another Harry showed up - one with a slightly lopsided smile. And then there were numerous Potters, and his eyes bounced back and forth over all of them - one too tall, one with hair that was a touch too light, one had no glasses, and yet another with a crooked scar. "Whoever you are, I will hex all of you if you ring my bell again." He growled, slamming the door and marching back into his home, now too worked up to even attempt to get back to his book. Instead, he went to the kitchen to fix himself some chamomile tea. Severus could at least find joy in something tonight, surely. Wordlessly warming his kettle, he leaned against the counter as his tea steeped. He heaved a weary sigh, unsure what he had done to deserve a fate such as this. Was it really so much to ask to be left to his own solitary existence? The war was over, he wasn't bothering anyone, surely no one needed anything from him anymore. All he wanted to do was brew, read, and enjoy a good bottle of scotch now and again.

Bringing his cup to his lips, he closed his eyes as the steam washed over his features, the mere scent calming him already. One sip, however, was all he got to enjoy before the bell rang once more and the glass shattered beneath his grip. He didn’t bother to clean it up, broken pieces of ceramic crunching beneath his shoes as he marched back to the front door.

The hex was ready and off his lips as soon as he had pulled the door open, the shouted word hanging in the air as he stared at the new person on his doorstep. Minerva McGonagall, who had, thankfully, simply brushed the spell aside. They stood in silence for a moment before she finally broke it and cleared her throat. “Honestly, Severus.” He wasn’t a man who often felt shame, but right then, on his porch, looking his headmistress in the eye after trying to hex her off his stoop - he wanted to curl into his robes and never face another day on this earth.

“Minerva.” He answered coolly, as if his night had been just like any other. There was another - shorter - tense silence between them before she spoke again, although he was fairly certain he caught the ghost of a smile pulling at her lips.

“You will be back in the castle in ten minutes. You know the rules, and I expect you to follow them.” She stiffened her spine, straightening her outer robes as she prepared to leave once more. “I expect this sort of behaviour from my Gryffindors - not you.” And with that, she was gone. Merlin, she knew how to hit him where it hurt. But she was right. He should have known this would never have worked - not with McGonagall in charge of the school. Where Albus may have let it slide time and again, she ruled with an iron fist.

With his weariest sigh yet, he apparated in her wake, forgoing the Floo Powder and deciding to enjoy what little solitude he could garner from a walk back to the castle and up to his rooms - after all, it was after curfew. He was only likely to run into Professors, and that, he thought, he could handle.

The night was clear and brisk, and he actually felt rather hopeful as he made it from Hogsmeade to the gates, across the grounds and through the foyer without incident - not even running into an owl or a cat, let alone a person. Maybe the night really was on his side, finally. Maybe his hope for a quiet night with a book and a nightcap wasn’t so far out of his reach after all.

Severus took the steps two at a time, almost humming to himself as he drew nearer and nearer to his rooms, licking his lips in anticipation. But as he turned the corner to the small hallway that housed the door, his good mood evaporated at the sight of dark hair and bright eyes coming toward him. Potter. But he couldn’t yell, or take house points, or any of his usual tricks since the man was allowed to be here now. He was a Professor, despite Severus’ many vocal misgivings.

“Good evening, sir.” Harry greeted with a smile, tipping his head in the older man’s direction.

“Sod off, Potter.” Came the curt, malicious reply, leaving a somewhat shell-shocked defence professor in his wake as he stomped by, all the light-hearted spring in his step instantly gone. “Fucking Halloween.”

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team-science-mega-nerds · 5 years

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AgentReign Prompt: Ruby, lost in a mall, bumps into Alex who helps her find her mom. Meetcute ensues.

Alex’s favorite part of her days off usually revolve around either lounging at home or braving the unfortunate social interactions as she heads to her favorite place in the world: a tiny little popcorn stand in the mall. It’s almost embarrassing how much they know her at this place, but it’s so totally worth it. She’s in the middle of indulging in rich and perfect caramel popcorn when she quite literally runs into this little kid. “Shit, sorry…” Alex remembers getting lost in department stores as a kid, curiosity was a tough thing to deal with, and she distinctly remembers twirling around in circles trying to find her parents. Which is exactly what this little girl is doing. “You lost?”

“No!” The girl’s confidence starts to falter after a moment. Her shoulders slump. “Yes.”

“That sucks,” Alex tells her, tossing a few kernels into her mouth, and scanning the busy mall with her eyes. “Alright, who are we looking for?”

“My mom.” The girl studies Alex like she’s trying to figure out if she can be trusted or not. Alex isn’t certain that she can be trusted, but the giant popcorn bag that she’s holding between her forearm and side would probably make it difficult to kidnap her, so they go off to find this kid’s mom. “Can I have some?” The kid motions toward the tub of popcorn, Alex arches a brow.

“No way.” Alex doesn’t feel selfish about it until the girl starts pouting, so she racks her brain for a real excuse besides ‘I love popcorn’. “The last thing I need is for your mom to go apeshit about how you’re allergic.”

“I’m not, I swear.”

“You probably don’t even know. What are you? Three? Or six or something?” Alex asks as they enter Sears.

“I’m twelve!”

“Oh,” Alex looks at her again. “Wow, I have no clue what children are supposed to look like.” Alex holds out her non-sticky hand. “I’m Alex.”

“Ruby.” They shake and Alex passes Ruby the popcorn, which she takes happily. “She must be around here somewhere.” Alex sees the cashiers at the front of the store and, more importantly, she hears they announcing a sale over the P.A. system.

“We could do a good old fashioned P.A. announcement?”

“That’s so embarrassing.” Ruby’s right, so they continue walking up and down the aisles. “I don’t even know why my mom dragged me here. She doesn’t even know how to fix the lawn mower.”

“Bummer.” Alex leads them toward the grill and lawn care section of the store. “You guys should get one of these bad boys.” Alex points to a riding lawn mower. She notes the way Ruby’s eyes light up. “My mom got us one when I was like fourteen. That’s basically how I learned to drive.”

“Sweet.” Ruby climbs up on one. “These are so cool!”

“I know right.” Alex climbs into the one parallel to Ruby’s. “They can go pretty fast too. If we raced, I would kick your ass.”

“Yeah, right.” Ruby moves the steering wheel around and makes vroom noises. “I’ve got skills. You’re like eighty, you can barely even move your legs.”

“I’m not eighty, you little shit-.”

“Ruby!” They both turn to see a woman pushing a blue cart their way. Ruby practically falls over herself trying to climb down. Alex is so floored by how hot this lady is, that she full on freezes. “What are you doing?” The lady just now seems to notice Alex’s presence. “Where’d you get popcorn?”

“Alex.” Ruby points right at Alex’s face. “We were trying to find you.”

“Um…” Alex clears her throat. “I really was trying to find you. We just got distracted.”

“That’s…alright, Alex was it?” Alex nods. “Thank you.”

“Of course. We probably would’ve found you much sooner if Ruby told me to look for the hottest lady in the mall.” Alex’s face reddens, Ruby tries - and fails - not to laugh. “Wow, sorry, that was…so inappropriate.”

“No, it’s alright, I…I’m flattered.”

“Oh, good. Sorry…” Alex’s heart is racing and she doesn’t know what to do or say next.

“Ask her out, doofus,” Ruby stage whispers.

“Oh,” Alex laughs. “Would you like to go out sometime? Just, you know, a casual thing?”

“Sure,” Sam’s cheeks are flushed too. Alex can’t seem to stop staring until she hears the crunching of Ruby eating her popcorn. “We should get going, but let me give you my number.” Alex hands over her phone, trying her best to motion for Ruby to give her back her popcorn. Ruby just smiles and keeps eating.

Sam hands Alex her phone, “Call me.”

“I will.”

“Gag.” Sam rolls her eyes at Ruby playfully. The two start making their way toward the register. “Thanks for the popcorn!” Ruby yells over her shoulder.

“Hey!”

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hopicecream · 5 years

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years

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Harvest Days

Dean x Reader; Sam Winchester, Jody Mills

A/N: This was written for @ravenangel33 ‘s Autumn Challenge. I had Hayride for the prompt, though cider has trickled into the mix a bit. Thanks for hosting the challenge, hope you enjoy this!

Summary: Dean and Sam have been asked to help out one of Jody’s friends build her farm’s “Harvest Days” activities. After putting together the ‘haycorn’ maze, Dean ends up taking a test run of the new Haunted Hayride attraction with Y/N. When events take a slight turn, they find a different way to spend their time.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, language

Words: 4.7K

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Dean huffed as he launched the haybale onto the stack that was already on the verge of teetering over. He watched in a moment of panic as it rocked slightly but righted itself before it brought the rest toppling over. He smirked proudly, following up with a sigh of relief as he turned back towards the hundred other bales that needed to be masterfully laid in place.

The sun was warm, but there was a crispness to the air that only came around with the month of October. Though he had been standoffish, and was trying to maintain his surly demeanor about having to be on this farm doing manual labor for free, he couldn’t help but hide a smile as his boots crunched through the leaves and his nose picked up the scent of apple pie and cinnamon that was carried with the breeze.

Sam was waddling by with two stacks of hay atop the one he had gripped by the bale hooks. “Enjoying yourself, Dean?” he asked as he gently laid them on the ground near the end of the maze wall.

Dean gave him a deadpan expression. “Oh yeah, it's a real blast.”

“Come on man, it's not so bad,” Sam mused and inhaled a deep breath of air. “Being out in the fresh Autumn air… I’m sure there’s some of that loaded apple cider for you somewhere.”

“Now that I would be interested in pursuing.”

“Interested in what?” Jody asked, approaching from behind and tossing down a bale of her own. “If you’re interested in her—” Jody motioned with her head towards Y/N but was cut off before she could continue.

“Not a girl this time Sheriff,” Sam quipped, which earned him a dirty look from his brother. “The hard cider.”

“Oh, yeah, that stuff. It’s damn good too, boys. Just wait ‘til we’re done and Y/N will be dishing it out by the bucket full.”

“And this is something she does every year?” Dean asked, motioning to the acres of land around them that normally functioned as a working farm but was now cleared and being set up for what they called Harvest Days.

“Yup. Pumpkin patch, hay and corn maze, caramel apple dipping, all kinds of fun stuff. I think she’s even set up a haunted hayride this year.”

“Haunted hayride? Really?” Dean rolled his eyes. “’Cause we don’t deal with enough ghosts, right?”

Jody cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at Dean. “Why are you the way you are? Why do you insist on being a killjoy? It's Halloween! Kids like to be scared. For one-night, set aside your job, stop being a curmudgeon and just have some fun!”

Sam snickered, and Dean smacked him on the shoulder. “Hey! I have fun. I shoot pool, and… and I drive fast. I love loud music, and I’m all about candy for the kids. As for Y/N…” Dean paused and looked over his shoulder towards her one more time, “never said I wasn’t interested.”

“Oh, really…” Jody mused, turning and looking at him with exaggerated curiosity. “How interested?”

Dean glanced Y/N’s way again and just as he caught sight of her, a ray of sunlight came through the crack in the trees. It illuminated her profile, just as she was smiling their way. “Oh, you know,” he said, trying to remain casual and unaffected by her, “I wouldn’t say no to a roll in the hay.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at them, but they just rolled their eyes in return. “What? I’m kidding! She’s gorgeous, but she’s your friend, Jody. Come on, you know me.”

“Yeah, I think that’s her problem, Dean,” Sam teased and playfully hit Jody in the arm. “Come on, I got a few more bales to give this side a bit more height.”

“Just promise me that if you do make a move, you’re not going to use that line on her, okay?” Jody asked him as she walked backward alongside Sam, her hands clasped in a mock prayer. “Seriously, I beg you, rethink your strategy.” She flipped back around and continued with Sam to get the last few hay bales.

Dean scoffed and mumbled under his breath, “You should be rethinking your strategy. Calling us up here, makin’ us work for booze…” Dean paused considered his own grumblings. “Actually, that’s pretty smart…”

You were putting the finishing touches on the bottles of cider you planned on giving out to Jody and her friends when the work was done. Sheriff Mills had become a good friend over the last couple of years, and when you mentioned needing help for the farm’s annual harvest days, she didn’t hesitate to volunteer her extended family. Doling out bottles of your family’s popular hard cider was the best way you could think to say thank you.

Dean and Sam Winchester rolled into town the day before and you immediately got the feeling Jody had hijacked them into helping. They didn’t seem too gung-ho at first, but after a brief sidebar, she returned them with willing-to-help smiles and ready to get started. Since then, you’ve gotten to know them a little, though Sam seemed much more approachable than his brother; much happier to make conversation and get to work wherever you directed him too.

Carrying the apple crate of bottled cider from the house, you caught sight of Jody talking to the guys. You smiled at them all and noticed Dean’s eyes lingering for a moment longer than the other two, watching you carefully. Though after a moment of consideration you didn’t know if the longing look in his eyes was for you, or for the coveted cider you were carrying.

After placing the crate down where it belonged in the equipment barn, you went about adding the oil and gasoline to the tractor. You needed to get it primed for the haunted hayride; wouldn’t want it getting stuck out on the back end of the farm with no lights. Going about your work, you didn’t hear the doors slide all the way open until Dean’s voice filled the void.

“Need any help?” he asked peaking his head around the side of the hulking machine. “Old girl running’ alright?”

“Oh, hi. Um, I’m good thanks. She’s a bit cranky, but she’s just like most old broads, show her some TLC and she’ll start to purr like a kitten.”

Dean chuckled but didn’t turn to leave. Instead, he watched you move about, giving the tractor a final once-over before climbing up onto the seat.

“You sure know you’re way around one of those,” he said casually walking around the perimeter, bending down to peer in where he could.

“Been driving this one since I was ten,” you said and went about making the engine roar to life.

Dean stepped back in response but wore an impressed grin. “You takin’ her for a spin?”

“Soon. Just wanted to get the engine going. Gotta finish a few things, then was going to run her the length of the haunted hayride. Just want to be sure everything is in place.”

“Want some company?” he asked with a sly grin. He certainly had the look to him of a man that was trying to flirt, but unsure which route to take. “I’m a sucker for a good hayride.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied with a shrug, trying to hide your growing interest in the rugged stranger. “Might need your help reburying some of the scarier gags.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Just so happens I’m great at burying bodies…” Dean paused and chuckled nervously when he realized how he must have just sounded. “I’m not a psycho, I swear—”

“Don’t buy it Y/N, this guy is a crazy sonofabitch,” Jody chimed in, placing the last crate of cider down by the other. She laughed and elbowed an offended Dean in the ribs. “Oh, come on now puddin’, you know I’m teasing.” She shook her head and turned back to you. “Thought you’d want this in here for now. Saw some of your other volunteers eyeing it up, didn’t want it to go missing.”

“Thanks, Jody. Got two more in the house, but they are safely tucked away. These here are for you guys to take with you when you go.”

Dean’s face lit up. “I’ve been hearing a lot about this famous cider!” He grabbed one from the crate and cradled it carefully. “Can’t want to get into this.”

Jody plucked it from his arms. “After the maze is done, then you can get shitfaced.” She placed it back in its spot and turned to leave through the double sliding doors. “Come on, there’s work to be done!”

“Great. Looking forward to it!” Dean grumpily called after her then turned back to you. “I guess I should get back to the maze, but uh, if you end up takin’ her out…”

“I’ll come to find you.”

“You better,” he said, trying to be serious, but the grin hiding beneath his furrowed brow bled through. He turned and left, breaking into a slight jog to catch up with Jody. You watched him go, craning your neck out to get a better view and couldn’t deny that there was an attraction there.

Trying to shake it from your mind, you went about the tasks at hand and finished getting the tractor ready for its test run. Giving it some gas, you directed the hulking piece of machinery through the doors and out into the fading autumn sun.

An hour later, the day’s light had finally given way to true dusk. The colors in the sky were reminiscent of cotton candy, which created a dreamy backdrop against the line of red and yellow trees that dotted the horizon. Jody and Sam had finally finished building up the entrance of the maze, while Dean completed the side wall. Most of the time though, his eyes were drifting over to wherever you were.

You did your best to ignore him, but the more your gazes caught, the more you found yourself enjoying it and wondering what he was like. By the time all the other back-breaking labor was complete, the farm was shrouded in full darkness, except for the one lamp post and little ghost party lights strung across the grounds.

“Guys, this place looks amazing!” you exclaimed, clutching your hands to your chest. You were touched so many people had arrived to get the farm ready for its annual Harvest Days, and all solely for a bottle of cider. You didn’t make any money from this event, it was free to all the families who arrived; only having them pay for any pumpkins or pies that they wanted to bring home. It had simply been a tradition started years before by your grandfather to bring some autumn fun to the area and one that you wanted to continue with for as many years as you could.

It had been getting harder and harder each year pulling it off alone. But this year, you were surrounded by an amazing group of helpers and felt overwhelmed by their kindness.

“I honestly cannot even begin to say thank you to all of you. Some of whom have driven hundreds of miles to be here,” you looked at Sam and Dean specifically. “These guys here, all the way from Kansas, just to pitch in. Even our own Sheriff, taking time away from keeping the streets safe, just to build a haycorn maze. I love you all, and I really hope you guys come back tomorrow to enjoy the festivities! But for now, go home, get some rest! There are bottles of cider over there for everyone to take home. Enjoy it!!”

The crowd of volunteers hollered and clapped when you mentioned gran’s infamous hard cider and quickly dispersed to get their share. You noticed Dean talking to Sam and Jody, then tried to force the small smile off your face that appeared when you saw him walking towards you.

“So, no tractor?” he asked, mildly disappointed.

“Oh, I still have to take her for a spin, but everyone’s busted their ass the past few days, no need for them to stick around and wait for me to finish that.”

“You shouldn’t go alone. What if you get stuck?” he asked, leaning against the frame of the pie stand beside you. “I can’t in good conscience let you go alone.”

“If you insist…” you shrugged up one shoulder and when you caught his gaze again, there was no mistaking his intentions now, and that worked just fine for you.

You steered the tractor along the long stretch of dirt path and pointed out to Dean the different areas where volunteers would be hidden tomorrow in the vein of scaring the riders.

“Who’s driving this baby tomorrow?” he asked and shifted on the small bench in front of the steering wheel.

“Why, are you angling for the job?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience, but, uh, how hard could it be?”

“Not hard at all. I do have someone who can do it, but if you want the job… I could show you how.”

Dean’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip before curling into a frisky grin. “Really? Cause, yeah, I wanna drive the tractor.”

You shifted the gears and let off the gas, then moved over enough to offer him the steering wheel. “Have at it, cowboy.”

Gripping the steering wheel, he followed your instructions on getting the tractor going again. Dean bounced the ancient hunk of metal through the haunted route and listened to each one of your directions. He was doing great, until the sharp turn at the burnt-out cottage. He went into the turn a bit too fast and ended up getting the one rear tire stuck in a muddy rut.

“Sonofabitch!” he yelled and hopped down when he realized what had happened.

You turned off the engine and climbed down, using the flashlight from your cell phone to investigate.

“No getting this unstuck without help. Gonna have to walk back to the main shed, grab the new John Deere and come pull her out.”

Dean looked around and realized just how dark it was out on the hayride route. He turned and surveyed the burnt-out cottage and felt a shiver run down his spine.

“That’s… that’s a long walk, Y/N. Can you just call someone maybe?”

“Are you scared of a little walk through the fields?”

“No… No! Of course not, I just mean, it's muddy, the terrain is uneven. Don’t want you to fall and break your ankle or anything.”

He actually had a good point. Considering his suggestion, you quickly dialed Darren, one of the guys that lived up the road, hoping he could help. You paced around while explaining the situation and sighed with relief when you ended the call.

“He can be here in an hour or so.”

“An hour?” Dean snorted. “Doesn’t he live up the road?”

“Yeah, about forty-five minutes up the road. He’s my closest neighbor.”

You grabbed the blanket that was thrown over the driver’s bench on the tractor and climbed up in the trailer full of hay where the riders would soon sit.

“Might as well get comfy. We got time to kill,” you said and patted the spot beside you. Reaching under the seat, you pulled out a large thermos of warmed hard apple cider. “Thought this may come in handy.”

Dean’s face lit up and he happily took the spot next to you. “Well, this just turned into the best breakdown story, ever.”

Untwisting the top, you took a swig from the thermos and passed it to Dean. You watched as his perfectly shaped lips caressed the mouth of the container and found yourself starring just a little too long. When he released the bottle from his mouth, he finished with a refreshed sigh and licked the remains from his lips.

“Damn, I can see why people come from all over for this,” he passed the bottle back to you and leaned back against the haybale seat. “This place you got here, its pretty damn amazing.”

You looked out over the fields and felt a rush of love for your home. It was your favorite kind of night. A clear sky, a million stars, a half moon providing illumination that bounced off the rows of corn still in need of reaping. “I love it here,” you said wistfully. “Can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

You talked on for a while. Mostly about the farm and how it had been in your family for generations. Dean listened intently as you spoke about your grandparents, what they’d taught you, how they helped raised you and why the harvest days were an important marker for you, and for the community. Passing the bottle back and forth, Dean found a lull in your tale and asked what he had been wanting to know all night.

“You, uh, live here alone?” Dean asked pensively, gauging your reaction from the corner of his eye.

“Yes. Been here alone for years now,” you replied but hoped there wouldn’t be more questions about that. Your romantic history was not something you wanted to delve into, not when you were about to get drunk with Dean. He really was something quite spectacular to look at, and just from your conversations with Jody, you knew he was much more than just a pretty face.

“That’s a damn shame,” he said and took the bottle back from you when offered. “Girl like you shouldn’t be alone at night. Or anytime, really.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well for one, you make this,” he raised the bottle in salute, “and this is an elixir from the Gods. Second, look at you, you're gorgeous, you can bake, tend the farm, fix a tractor… what can’t you do?”

“Apparently get a boyfriend,” you snickered boldly, starting to feel effects of the cider, but didn’t care one bit.

Dean nearly spat the cider from his lips but was able to keep it in and swallow it down. “Sweetheart, anyone that doesn’t look at you and immediately want to fill that role is a God damn fool.”

“You’re a flirt,” you teased, taking a long pull from the cider.

“Well, you make it fun,” he mused softly and the warmth of his breath hit the cool air and swirled up into the darkness.

The way his eyes fell upon you as if scrutinizing your every curve, and the way the moonlight was laying across the fields behind him brought on a wave of confidence that you didn’t normally experience.

You turned to face him, and before you could stop yourself, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt; pulling his body closer, you leaned in and kissed him. There was no gentle brush of the lips, or hesitant hovering before you dared touch him. The dreamy night aesthetic of the hayride made you crave his kiss, the cider made you bold enough to go and get it.

Dean froze and for a moment you feared that maybe you’d been reading him all wrong. Maybe it had just been the speed in which you went for it because he quickly broke the spell he was under and kissed you back. His hand reached around and cradled your head, his fingers getting tangled in the mess of hair and hay that was intertwined. Without removing his face from yours, he gingerly took the thermos from your hand, placed it on the floor of the trailer and then lay you back against the hay.

His tongue parted your lips; his free hand exploring your body, hitching up your jacket and shirt enough for the cold night air to touch your skin. Dean’s weight on top of you was something you didn’t realize you needed to feel. It had been far too long since anyone was attending to you the way he desperately wanted to.

He was hard in the confine of his jeans already. Normally Dean would try to be much smoother, take his time in an effort to woo the girl, but with you, he didn’t care. He wanted you, and there was no denying that the longer your make-out session under the stars went on, you wanted him, too.

You gripped him tightly, letting your fingers run up along his skin under his heavy flannel. Dragging your nails lightly at first, you felt a low rumble in his chest when they dug in. He pulled his lips from yours, but not with the intention of stopping.

“If this is too fast—”

“Just shut up, Dean,” you whispered and pushed him back towards you. “I’m tired of moving slow. Sometimes, fast isn’t so bad.”

“Yes ma'am,” he cooed and buried his face in your neck.

Dean’s lips, the ones you’d been unable to take your eyes off of, trailed warm, biting kisses down the length of your neck to your collarbone. He sat up briefly and only to unbutton your shirt low enough to expose your bra to the night air. Immediately ripples of goosebumps marched across your flesh.

“You’re cold,” he whispered roughly and gingerly placed one of his large hands across your breasts, both to feel the voluptuous curve of them, and to warm your skin.

“Maybe a little,” you said with a giggle and propped yourself back to a sitting position.

The devious twinkle faded from his eyes, and you wanted to reassure him that what had just been started, wasn’t nearly over. You covered his hand that was still on your chest, with one of yours, and placed the other around his neck. “But I didn’t say to stop.”

Dean had a look of lust in his eyes that said he wanted to devour you, but in that moment, you just felt an insatiable need to have him. Right then, right there; no slow burning build up, no long, lavishing foreplay. Dean took your cue and ran his hand down the length of your body until he reached your thighs. There was no desire in waiting for Dean, either. He plunged his hand between your legs and rubbed up against your sex. Even with the fabric between you, it caused a rush of heat and you were more than ready. He worked at unbuckling your jeans, just as you quickly pawed at his.

As you worked on getting free of your clothes enough to feel flesh against flesh, his breathing was getting heavier with anticipation. Once your jeans were removed enough to not be a burden, Dean shimmed his jeans down enough to allow his cock to spring free. It was already slick with precum and despite the chilly air, erect and ready for you. He stopped for a moment and looked up at you, a devilish sort of grin tugging at his mouth, his eyes narrowed on you. In one quick motion, he grabbed your hips, pulled you on top of him and thrust up into you.

An explosion of sensation tore through you. You fought back the urge to scream out, then realized there was no one around for miles. Dean groaned beneath you and buried his face into your chest. His teeth pulling down your bra, his fingers digging into your hips as he bounced you on top of his dick.

You rocked back and forth, the swirling haze of the cider and euphoric sensation of him filling you up was what made you unable to open your eyes. You were afraid if you did, it would all end up being a dream.

Finally relenting, you opened them and gazed down at him. Dean’s eyes were blown back with lust, his body was warm and he smelled like a mixture of hay and cider. You wanted to talk, wanted him to talk, but the movement of your bodies was far too captivating for any sort of words to tumble out.

With each thrust, both of your breathing patterns grew rapidly, you knew that release would come soon and as much as you never wanted the moment to end, you relished in each moment as it got closer.

“Unff… Dean… fuck… me, I’m gonna—” you moaned, unable to keep quiet any longer.

“I’m trying baby,” Dean growled and hammered up into you with a new pace he never even realized he had. His mouth clamped down on your one exposed nipple, and it was just enough to send you over the edge.

The graze of his teeth against you there caused your climax to hit, your walls rippling around him, still buried deep inside you. Crying out his name only made him dig into your sides harder until he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.

“Fuck!” he growled again, both wanting to bury his face into you, but pull you off his lap before he came inside you.

You pushed his face between your breasts but lifted your hips enough that he spilled his release down the inner parts of your thighs. Holding onto each other tightly, you stayed that way for a moment, trying to find a regular rhythm for your breath.

“Jesus,” he mewed before looking up at you. “I wasn’t expecting all that.”

“Me either,” you said softly, caressing the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“A bottle of cider, maybe?” Dean teased and helped you up from the awkward position you found yourself in.

“Perhaps,” you mused and pulled up your clothes.

“Whatever it was, feel free to include me anytime. Sorry about the mess,” he apologized, looking away a bit sheepishly, “I’m normally more prepared.”

Dean stood up, fixing his own clothes then helping you to rebutton your shirt.

“Its fine, I have zero complaints,” you paused, suddenly nervous to ask, but you had to know, “… you?”

“Only one,” he said and momentarily looked far too serious.

“Which is?”

He smiled softly, a small bunch of crinkles taking shape around his eyes. “We don’t have time to do it again before Darren comes.”

Motioning with his chin to look behind you, you saw the headlights of Darren’s truck approaching from off in the distance. A huge swell of relief washed over and you rested your forehead against Dean’s chest. When you looked up at him, he took you by the shoulders and kissed you.

“I don’t think I am the right guy to drive the tractor tomorrow, though,” Dean said regretfully.

“Why’s that?”

“Cause every time I get to this turn, I’m gonna remember what just happened, and probably end up putting her in the ditch.”

“Well,” you started and grabbed the scruff of his shirt again, “that’s okay. I think I have few other ideas of how you can be helpful around here. If you’re planning to stick around for the harvest days, anyway.”

“Honey, I’m all yours. Use me, abuse me… do your worst,” he said with a sly smirk and a pout of his lips.

Darren’s truck was now less than a hundred yards away and closing in on the front of the tractor. You took a moment to relish what was remained of your impromptu moonlight hayride and knew you weren’t ready for it all to be over yet.

“So, if that means you’re sticking around for a couple days, you wanna, maybe, stay here?”

“Wouldn’t wanna go anywhere else,” he bent to kiss you, but as headlights from Darren’s truck shined on him from behind you, he started to chuckle at the sight of all the hay in your hair, which made him think back to what he’d said to Jody earlier in the day.

“Something funny?”

“No, no… you just… here…”

One by one he pulled the straws of hay from your hair and you quickly straightened up your clothes.

“I was thinking, we have the rest of this to check out anyway, right? And that seems like a job best left for the morning. Kinda late to drive anywhere now, and there’s still a whole bottle lot of cider back up at the house…” Dean trailed off, leaving it up to you to draw the conclusion he was trying to make.

“Get this hunk of junk free and take party this back to the house?”

“You read my mind,” he said and kissed you again. “Besides, I need me some of that pie you got up there. “Other than you, it has been the only thing on my mind all day.”

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