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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

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najia-cooks · 22 days

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[ID: Two plates of cookies, one oval and topped with powdered sugar, and the others shaped in rings; one cookie is broken in half to show a date filling; two glasses of coffee on a silver tray are in the background. End ID]

معمول فلسطيني / Ma’moul falastini (Palestinian semolina cookies)

Ma’moul (also transliterated “ma’amoul,” “maamoul” and “mamoul”) are sweet pastries made with semolina flour and stuffed with a date, walnut, or pistachio filling. The cookies are made tender and crumbly with the addition of fat in the form of olive oil, butter, or clarified butter (سمن, “samn”); delicate aromatics are added by some combination of fennel, aniseed, mahlab (محلب: ground cherry pits), mastic gum (مستكه, “mistīka”), and cinnamon.

“مَعْمُول” means “made,” “done,” “worked by hand,” or “excellently made” (it is the passive participle of the verb “عَمِلَ” “‘amila,” "to do, make, perform"). Presumably this is because each cookie is individually filled, sealed, and shaped by hand. Though patterned molds known as طوابع (“ṭawābi’,” “stamps”; singular طابع, “ṭābi’”) are sometimes used, the decorations on the surface of the cookies may also be applied by hand with the aid of a pair of small, specialized tongs (ملقط, “milqaṭ”).

Because of their laborious nature, ma’moul are usually made for feast days: they are served and shared for Eid, Easter, and Purim, a welcome reward after the Ramadan or Lenten fasts. For this reason, ma’moul are sometimes called “كَعْك العيد” (“ka’k al-’īd,” “holiday cakes”). Plates of the cookies, whether homemade or store-bought, are passed out and traded between neighbors in a practice that is part community-maintenance, part continuity of tradition, and part friendly competition. This indispensable symbol of celebration will be prepared by the women of a family even if a holiday falls around the time of a death, disaster, or war: Palestinian food writer Laila El-Haddad explains that "For years, we endured our situation by immersing ourselves in cooking, in our routines and the things we could control."

Other names for these cakes exist as well. Date ma’moul–the most common variety in Palestine–may be called كَعْك بعَجْوَة (“ka'k b'ajwa”), “cakes with date paste.” And one particular Palestinian variety of ma’moul, studded with sesame and nigella seeds and formed into a ring, are known as كَعْك أَسَاوِر‎ (“ka'k 'asāwir”), “bracelet cakes.” The thinner dough leads to a cookie that is crisp and brown on the outside, but gives way to a soft, chewy, sweet filling.

[ID: An extreme close-up on one ka'k al-aswar, broken open to show the date filling; ma'moul and a silver teapot are very out-of-focus in the background. End ID]

History

Various sources claim that ma’moul originated in Egypt, with their ancestor, كحك (kaḥk), appearing in illustrations on Pharaonic-era tombs and temples. The more specific of these claims usually refer to “temples in ancient Thebes and Memphis,” or more particularly to the vizier Rekhmire’s tomb in Thebes, as evidencing the creation of a pastry that is related to modern kahk. One writer attests that this tomb depicts “the servants mix[ing] pure honey with butter on the fire,” then “adding the flour by mixing until obtaining a dough easy to transform into forms” before the shaped cookies were “stuffed with raisins or dried dates and honey.” Another does not mention Rekhmire, but asserts that “18th-dynasty tombs” show “how honey is mixed with butter on fire, after which flour is added, turning the substance into an easily-molded dough. These pieces are then put on slate sheets and put in the oven; others are fried in oil and butter.”

Most of these details seem to be unfounded. Hilary Wilson, summarizing the state of current research on Rekhmire’s tomb, writes that the depicted pastries were delivered as an offering to the Treasury of the Temple of Amun; that they certainly contained ground tiger nuts; that they presumably contained wheat or durum flour, since ground tiger nuts alone would not produce the moldable dough illustrated; that the liquid added to this mixture to form the dough cannot be determined, since the inscription is damaged; that the cakes produced “are clearly triangular and, when cooked are flat enough to be stacked” (any appearance that they are pyramidal or conical being a quirk of ancient Egyptian drawing); that they were shallow-fried, not cooked in an oven; and that honey and dates are depicted at the far left of the scene, but their relationship to the pastries is unclear. There is no evidence of the honey being included in the dough, or the cookies being stuffed with dates; instead, Wilson speculates that “It appears that the cooks are preparing a syrup or puree of dates and honey. It is tempting to think that the cakes or pastries were served [...] with a generous portion of syrup poured over them.” Whether there is any direct lineage between these flat, fried pastries and the stuffed, molded, and baked kahk must also be a matter of speculation. [1]

Another origin claim points to ancient Mesopotamia. James David Audlin speculates that ma’moul are "possibly" the cousins of hamantaschen, both being descended from the molded "kamānu cakes that bore the image of [YHWH’s] goddess wife Inanna [also known as Ishtar or Astarte]" that were made in modern-day Syria. Other claims for Mesopotamia cite qullupu as the inspiration: these cakes are described in the contemporary record as wheat pastries filled with dates or raisins and baked. (Food historian Nawal Nasrallah writes that these cookies, which were offered to Ishtar for the new year festival in spring, may also be an origin point for modern Iraqi كليچة, "kleicha.")

The word "määmoul" had entered the English language as a type of Syrian farina cake by 1896.

In Palestine

From its earliest instantiations, Zionist settlement in Palestine was focused on building farming infrastructure from which Palestinians could be excluded: settlers, incentivized by foreign capital, aimed at creating a separate economy based around farms, agricultural schools, communal settlements, and research institutions that did not employ Arabs (though Arab labor and goods were never entirely cut out in practice).

Zionist agricultural institutes in Palestine had targeted the date as a desirable crop to be self-sufficient in, and a potentially profitable fruit for export, by the 1930s. Ben-Zion Israeli (בנציון ישראלי), Zionist settler and founder of the Kinneret training farm, spoke at a 1939 meeting of the Organization of Fruit Growers (ארגון מגדלי פירות) in the Nahalel (נהלל) agricultural settlement to discuss the future of date palms in the “land of Israel.” He discussed the different climate requirements of Egyptian, Iraqi, and Tunisian cultivars—and which among them seemed “destined” (נועדים) for the Jordan Valley and coastal plains—and laid out his plan to collect saplings from surrounding countries for planting despite their prohibitions against such exports.

In the typical mode of Zionist agriculture discourse, this speech dealt in concepts of cultivation as a means of coming into a predestined ownership over the land; eating food suited for the climate as a means of belonging in the land; and a return to Biblical history as a triumphant reclamation of the land from its supposed neglect and/or over-cultivation by Palestinian Arabs over the past 2,000 years. Israeli opened:

נסתכל לעברה של הארץ, אשר אנו רוצים להחיותה ולחדשה. היא השתבחה ב"שבעה מינים" ואלה עשוה אינטנסיבית וצפופת אוכלוסין. לא רק חיטה ושעורה, כי אם גם עצים הנותנים יבול גדול בעל ערך מזוני רב. בין העצים -- הזית [...] הגפן, התאנה והתמר. לשלושה מהם, לזית, לתאנה ולתמר חטאה התישבותנו שאין היא נאחזת בהם אחיזה ציםכר של ממש ואינה מפתחת אותם דים.

We will look to the past of the land [of Israel], which we want to revive and renew. It excelled in "seven species," and these flourished and became densely populated. Not only wheat and barley, but also trees that give a large and nutritious crop. Among the trees: the olive, [...] the vine, the fig and the date. For three of them, the olive, the fig and the date, it is the sin of our settlement that it does not hold on to them with a strong grip and does not develop them.

He continued to discuss the benefits of adopting the date—not then part of the diet of Jewish settlers—to “health and economy” (בריאות וכלכלה). Not only should the “land of Israel” become self-sufficient (no longer importing dates from Egypt and Iraq), but dates should be grown for export to Europe.

A beginning had already been made in the importation of about 8,000 date palm saplings over the past two decades, of which ¾ (according to Israeli) had been brought by Kibbutz Kinneret, and the remaining ¼ by the settlement department of the Zionist Commission for Palestine (ועד הצירים), by the Mandate government's agriculture department, and by people from Degania Bet kibbutz ('דגניה ב). The majority of these imports did not survive. More recently, 1000 smuggled saplings had been planted in Rachel’s Park (גן רחל), in a nearby government plot, and in various places in the Jordan Valley. Farms and agricultural institutions would need to collaborate in finding farmers to plant dates more widely in the Beit-Sha’an Valley (בקעת בית שאן), and work to make dates take their proper place in the settlements’ economies.

These initial cuttings and their descendents survive in large plantations across “Israel” and the occupied Palestinian territories. Taher Herzallah and Tarek Khaill write that “Palm groves were planted from the Red Sea in the south along the Dead Sea, and as far as the Sea of Galilee up north, which has given the Israeli date industry its nickname ‘the industry of the three seas’” Since Israel occupied the Palestinian West Bank in 1967, it has also established date plantations in its illegal settlements in that portion of the Jordan Valley.” Today, these settlements produce between 40 and 60% of all Israeli dates.

In 2022, Israel exported 67,042 tons of dates worth $330.1 million USD; these numbers have been on a steady rise from 4,909 tons worth $1.2m. in 1993. Palestinian farmers and their children, disappropriated from their land and desperate for income, are brought in to date plantations to work for long hours in hazardous conditions for low pay. Workers are lifted into the date palms by cranes where they work, with no means of descending, until the crane comes to lower them down again at the end of the day. Injuries from falls, pesticides, heat stroke, and date-sorting machinery are common.

Meanwhile, settlers work to curtail and control Palestinian production of dates. The Palestinian population in the West Bank and Gaza is used as a pool of cheap labor and a captive market to purchase Israeli imports, absorb excesses in Israeli goods, stabilize Israeli wages, and make up for market deficits. Thus Palestinian date farmers may be targeted with repressive measures such as water contamination and diversion, destruction of wells, crop destruction, land theft, military orders forbidding the planting of trees, settler attacks, closing of checkpoints and forbidding of exports, and the denial of necessary equipment or the means to make it, in part to ensure that their goods do not compete with those of Israeli farmers in domestic or foreign markets. Leah Temper writes that these repressive measures are part of a pattern whereby Israel tries to “stop [Palestinian] growth in high value crops such as strawberries, avocados and dates, which are considered to be ‘Israeli Specialties’.”

At other times, Palestinian farmers may be ordered to grow certain crops (such as strawberries and dates), and forbidden to grow anything else, when Israeli officials fear falling short of market demand for a certain good. These crops will be exported by Israeli firms, ensuring that the majority of profits do not accrue to Palestinians, and that Palestinians will not have the ability to negotiate or fulfill export contracts themselves. Nevertheless, Palestinian farmers continue to defy these oppressive conditions and produce dates for local consumption and for export. Zuhair al-Manasreh founded date company Nakheel Palestine in 2011, which continues production despite being surrounded by Israeli settlements.

Boycotts of Israeli dates have arisen in response to the conditions imposed on Palestinian farmers and workers. Herzallah and Khaill cite USDA data on the effectiveness of boycott, pressure, and flyering campaigns initiated by groups including American Muslims for Palestine:

Israel’s exports of dates to the US have dropped significantly since 2015. Whereas 10.7 million kilogrammes (23.6 million pounds) of Israeli dates entered the US market in 2015-2016, only 3.1 million kilogrammes (seven million pounds) entered the US market in 2017-2018. The boycott is working and it is having a detrimental effect on the Israeli date industry.

Date products may not be BDS-compliant even if they are not labeled as a product of Israel. Stores may repackage dates under their own label, and exporters may avoid declaring their dates to be a product of Israel, or even falsely label them as a product of Palestine, to avoid boycotts. Purchase California dates, or dates from a known Palestinian exporter such as Zaytoun or Yaffa (not “Jaffa”) dates.

[ID: Close-up of the top of ma'moul, decorated with geometric patterns and covered in powdered sugar, in strong light and shadow. End ID]

Elsewhere

Other efforts to foreground the provenance and political-economic context of dates in a culinary setting have been made by Iraqi Jew Michael Rakowitz, whose store sold ma’moul and date syrup and informed patrons about individual people behind the hazardous transport of date imports from Iraq. Rakowitz says that his project “utilizes food as a point of entry and creates a different platform by which people can enter into conversation.”

[1] Plates from the tomb can be seen in N. de G. Davies, The tomb of Rekh-mi-Rē at Thebes, Vol. II, plates XLVII ff.

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Ingredients:

Makes 16 large ma'moul and 32 ka'k al-aswar; or 32 ma'moul; or 64 ka'k al-aswar.

For the dough:

360g (2 1/4 cup) fine semolina flour (سميد ناعم / طحين فرخة)

140g (1 cup + 2 Tbsp) white flour (طحين ابيض)

200g (14 Tbsp) margarine or vegetarian ghee (سمن), or olive oil

2 Tbsp (15g) powdered sugar

1 1/2 Tbsp (10g) dugga ka'k (دقة كعك)

1/2 tsp (2g) instant yeast

About 2/3 cup (190mL) water, divided (use milk if you prefer)

1 tsp toasted sesame seeds (سمسم)

1 tsp toasted nigella seeds (قزحه / حبة البركة)

Using olive oil and water for the fat and liquid in the dough is more of a rural approach to this recipe; ghee and milk (or milk powder) make for a richer cookie.

To make the bracelets easy to shape, I call for the inclusion of 1 part white flour for every 2 parts semolina (by volume). If you are only making molded cookies and like the texture of semolina flour, you can use all semolina flour; or vary the ratio as you like. Semolina flour will require more added liquid than white flour does.

For the filling:

500g pitted Madjoul dates (تمر المجهول), preferably Palestinian; or date paste

2 Tbsp oil or softened margarine

3/4 tsp dugga ka'k (دقة كعك)

3/4 tsp ground cinnamon

5 green cardamom pods, toasted, skins removed and ground; or 1/4 tsp ground cardamom

Small chunk nutmeg, toasted and ground, or 1/4 tsp ground nutmeg

10 whole cloves, toasted and ground, or 1/4 tsp ground cloves

The filling may be spiced any way you wish. Some recipes call for solely dugga ka'k (or fennel and aniseed, its main components); some for a mixture of cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, and/or cloves; and some for both. This recipe gives an even balance between the pungency of fennel and aniseed and the sweet spiciness of cinnamon and cloves.

Palestinian date brands include Ziyad, Zaytoun, Hasan, and Jawadir. Palestinian dates can also be purchased from Equal Exchange. You can find them online or at a local halal market. Note that an origin listed as "West Bank" does not indicate that a date company is not Israeli, as it may be based in a settlement. Avoid King Solomon, Jordan River, Mehadrin, MTex, Edom, Carmel Agrexco, Arava, and anything marked “exported by Hadiklaim”. Also avoid supermarket brands, as the origin of the dates may not be clearly marked or may be falsified to avoid boycots.

Instructions:

For the dough:

1. Melt margarine in a microwave or saucepan. Measure flours into a large mixing bowl and pour in margarine; mix thoroughly to combine. Rub flours between your hands for a few minutes to coat the grains in margarine. The texture should resemble that of coarse sad. Refrigerate the mixture overnight, or for up to 3 days.

2. Add dry ingredients to dough. If making both molded ma'moul and ka'k al-aswar, split the dough in half and add sesame and nigella seeds to one bowl.

3. Add water to each dough until you get a smooth dough that does not crack apart when formed into a ball and pressed. Press until combined and smooth, but do not over-knead—we don't want a bready texture. Set aside to rest while you make the filling.

For the filling:

1. Pit dates and check the interiors for mold. Grind all ingredients to a paste in a food processor. You may need to add a teaspoon of water, depending on the consistency of your dates.

To shape the cookies:

Divide the filling in half. One half will be used for the ma'moul, and the other half for the bracelets.

For the ma'moul:

1. With wet hands, pinch off date filling into small chunks about the size of a walnut (13-16g each, depending on the size of your mold)—or roll filling into a long log and divide into 16-20 even pieces with a dough scraper. Roll each piece of filling into a ball between your palms.

2. Divide the dough (the half without seeds) into the same number of balls as you have balls of filling, either using a kitchen scale or rolling into a log and cutting.

3. Form the dough into a cup shape. Place a ball of filling in the center, and fold the edges over to seal. Press the dough into a floured ma'moul mold to shape, then firmly tap the tip of the mold on your work surface to release; or, use a pair of spiked tweezers or a fork to add decorative designs by hand.

4. Repeat until all the the dough and filling has been used, covering the dough you're not working with to keep it from drying out. Place each cookie on a prepared baking sheet.

For the ka'k al-aswar:

1. With wet hands, divide the date filling into about 32 pieces (of about 8g each); they should each roll into a small log about the size of your pinkie finger.

2. Divide the dough (the half with the seeds) into as many pieces as you have date logs.

3. Take a ball of dough and flatten it into a thin rectangle a tiny bit longer than your date log, and about 3 times as wide. Place the date log in the center, then pull the top and bottom edges over the log and press to seal. Seal the ends.

4. Roll the dough log out again to produce a thin, long rope a little bit thinner at the very ends than at the center. Press one side of the rope over the other to form a circle and press to seal.

5. Repeat until all the the dough and filling has been used, covering the dough you're not working with to keep it from drying out. Place each cookie on a prepared baking sheet.

To bake:

1. Bake ma'moul at 350 °F (175 °C) in the center of the oven for about 20 minutes, until very lightly golden brown. They will continue to firm up as they cool.

2. Increase oven heat to 400 °F (205 °C) and bake ka'k al-aswar in the top third of the oven for about 20 minutes, until golden brown.

Sprinkle cookies with powdered sugar, if desired. Store in an airtight container and serve with tea or coffee, or give to friends and neighbors.

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What Ukrainians ate to survive Holodomor

(translated excerpts from an Історична Правда article): + images source

The villagers would dig up the holes of the polecats to find at least a handful of grain hidden by these animals. They pounded it in a mortar, added a handful of oilcake (from hemp seed), beetroot, potato peelings, and baked something from this mixture.

Those who managed to hide at least a little grain would grind it in iron mills made from wheel axles and cook "zatyrukha" (a concoction made from a small amount of flour ground from ears of grain).

Acacia flowers were boiled and eaten raw, and green quinoa was mixed with crushed corn cobs. Those who could - and this was considered lucky - added a handful of bran. This food made their feet swell and their skin crack.

The peasants dried the husked ears of corn and millet husks, pounded them, ground them with weeds, and cooked soups and baked pancakes. Such dishes were impossible to chew, the body could not digest them, so people had stomach aches. Pancakes, the so-called "matorzhenyky", were made from oilcake and nettle or plantain.

It went so far that peasants would crumble straw into small chips and pound it in a mortar together with millet and buckwheat chaff, and tree bark. All this was mixed with potato peelings, which were very poisonous, and this mixture was used to bake "bread", the consumption of which caused severe stomach diseases.

There were cases when village activists took away and broke millstones, mortars, poured water on the heat in their ovens. After all, anything found or saved from the food had to be cooked on fire, and matches could only be purchased by bartering for their own belongings or by buying them in the city, which was impossible from villagers that were on "black lists".

Chestnuts, aspen and birch bark, buds, reed roots, hawthorn and rose hips, which were the most delicious, were used as food substitutes; various berries, even poisonous ones, were picked; grass seeds were ground into flour; "honey" from sugar beets was cooked, and water brewed with cherry branches was drunk. They also ate the kernels of sunflower seeds.

Newborns had the worst of it, because their mothers had no breast milk. According to testimonies, a mother would let her child suck the drink from the top of the poppy head, and the child would fall asleep for three days.

In early spring, the villagers began to dig up old potato fields. They would bake dumplings from frozen potatoes, grind rotten potatoes in a mash and make pancakes, greasing the frying pan with wheel grease. They also baked "blyuvaly" (transl. "vomities") from such potatoes and oatmeal mixed with water, which was so called because they were very smelly.

They ate mice, rats, frogs, hedgehogs, snakes, beetles, ants, worms, i.e. things that weren't a part of food bans and had never been eaten by people before. The horror of the famine is also evidenced by the consumption of spiders, which are forbidden to kill in Ukrainian society for ritual reasons.

In some areas, slugs were boiled into a soup, and the cartilaginous meat was chopped and mixed with leaves. This prevented swelling of the body and contributed to survival. People caught tadpoles, frogs, lizards, turtles, and mollusks. They boiled them, adding a little salt if there was salt. The starving people caught cranes, storks, and herons, which have been protected in Ukraine for centuries, and their nests were never destroyed. According to folk beliefs, eating stork meat was equated with cannibalism.

The consumption of horse meat began in 1931, before the mass famine. People used to take dead horsemeat from the cemeteries at night, make jelly out of it and salt it for future use.

Dead horses were poured with carbolic acid to prevent people from taking their meat, but it hardly stopped anybody. Dead collective farm pigs were also doused with kerosene to prevent people from dismantling them for food, but this did not help either.

After long periods of starvatiom, the process of digestion is very costing for the human body, and many people who would eat anything would drop dead immediately out of exhaustion.

If a family had a cow hidden somewhere in the forest, they had a chance to survive. People living near forests could hunt/seek out berries and mushrooms, but during winter this wouldn't save them. People living near rivers could fish in secret, but it was banned and punishable by imprisonment/death.

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rookthorne · 3 months

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𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Wafts from Bucky and Steve’s coffees woke you slowly — earthy tones from Steve’s black brew to the sweetness of Bucky’s sugar overladen cup intermingled, dancing over your palette to entice you into the kitchen.

That, however, didn’t mean you would hurry to leave the cocoon of blankets you were wrapped in. Not even when you heard quiet footsteps down the hall, or when the bedroom door creaked open to admit one of the two culprits.

Their footsteps neared the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t discern just who it was, until, “Cherry, doll,” Steve cooed. “Time to get up, darlin’, Buck’s gettin’ restless. Took all a’me to keep him on the damned couch so he wouldn’t barrel in here and just pick you up—blankets an’ all.”

“No,” you grumbled, furrowing deeper into said blankets. “Not gettin’ up, Stevie.”

The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge, right next to your hip. His warm hand rubbed up and down your back, and with a chuckle, he said, “I think you are, honey—we have a present for you.”

You blinked and peered over the mound of blankets to look into Steve’s bright eyes. “Present?”

“Present,” he repeated. The fabric of the covers rustled under his palm, and he cupped your ass over the plush material. “Get that cute butt up and you can see.”

“Ugh.”

The quiet atmosphere of the house was the first thing you noticed — not even a peep from Cap or Cleo, or even the hushed whispers of an excited Bucky to fill the air while you padded down the hallway.

A steaming mug of your favourite, warm drink was waiting for you on the kitchen counter, and you picked it up with a grateful hum; the warmth of the colourful mug made your palms prickle from the heat while your fingers regained feeling.

Bucky’s voice suddenly called from the living room, “Is that our Cherry?”

“Yeah,” you said around a yawn, and you made your way over to the pair of them who were relaxed on the couch. “Morning, boys.”

Steve smiled; Bucky positively beamed with enthusiasm, like you were the best sight he could have witnessed that chilled, festive morning. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, confirming your thoughts and gesturing you over. “C’mere—wanna hold our girl.”

You carefully placed your drink down onto the coffee table and sat on Bucky’s lap. As soon as the back of your thighs touched the top of his, his hands shot straight to your waist and hip, guiding you to sit comfortably. The quietness of his hushed voice while he hummed along to the Christmas carol playing from the movie on the TV soothed you.

“Hi,” you mumbled, curling into his chest. The faded fabric of his red henley was soft under your palm as you rested your hand over his heart. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead. The three of you settled into a comfortable silence.

A low huff came from the direction of the room’s heater. You looked over and found Cap and Cleo cuddled under the endless soft, fluffy blankets that lined their bed.

“How did you sleep, baby?” Bucky asked quietly. Under your hand, his chest rumbled from his gravelly voice.

“Good—could still fall asleep now,” you replied, and a yawn snuck up on you. “But someone insisted I get out of bed this morning.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Steve said with a light laugh.

Bucky’s hand squeezed your waist and his other arm moved to rest higher up, over your thighs. “It is, Cherry—don’t go givin’ Stevie a hard time.”

“Mm, I’ll be the judge of that,” you huffed. “Now shush, you’re warm and ‘m sleepy.”

“Don’t go to sleep again,” Bucky warned, shaking you a little. “Stevie,” he said, and you felt his jaw move from the top of your head — he must have looked toward his husband. “Let’s do it, yeah? That way Cherry can get what she wants.”

“Yes,” you agreed, closing your eyes for effect. “What I want is to sleep against the warm, strong chest of my–”

“Ah, ah,” Steve interrupted, raising a brow at you, as though he knew you were going to say something that would set Bucky off — the bastard always knew, you cursed. “Alright,” he continued, twisting in his seat to reach for something that rested on the bottom shelf of the coffee table, and you watched keenly. “Now this is an early Christmas present—since we agreed neither of us could keep our mouths shut about it.”

A simple, small, black box rested in his offered palm. It was nondescript and plain; no way to decipher what may lie inside or where it came from.

With only an ounce of hesitation, you leaned out of Bucky’s grip and took the offered mysterious present. It had little weight to it, but that truly meant nothing when it came to their cunning, crafty ideas — the possibilities were endless–

“You wanna open it up to see what it is,” Bucky said, his tone light and amused, “or are you gona keep bitin’ your lip and keep me thinkin’ of what I could do to make them even more–”

“For fuck’s sake,” Steve cut in, holding a finger up in reminisce of a scolding parent. “This is a soft, gentle moment—don’t ruin it by bein’ a horndog.”

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbled. Not one to be dissuaded, his face inched closer to your ear, and you giggled sweetly when his lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind and below your ear. “Don’t listen to him, kitten.”

“Enough!”

All three of you burst into laughter, and it was only when Cleo ventured from her bed to investigate the interesting package you held in your lap, did the three of you settle into occasional snorts of mirth. “Hey, baby girl,” you whispered, offering the puppy your hand to sniff, and scratch between her ears. “What d’you say? Should I open it?”

She yipped and wagged her tail — a universal sign of ‘yes’.

“Okay, here we go.” The lid of the box slid from the base smoothly to reveal red tissue paper. Tones of umber, ruby red, and fire beneath your fingertips. “You boys spend big, did you?”

“Jus’ open it, Cherry,” Bucky insisted, a boyish grin on his lips. If you were not in his lap and he had room to move, you would have sworn that he would vibrate in place from sheer excitement. “C’mon—this is worse than watchin’ Clint try to cook at the station.”

“Alright, alright,” you soothed him, unable to help the pull of a wide smile. “But I’m telling him you said that.”

“Don’t care, jus’ open it.”

you sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.”

The tissue paper came away with a quiet crinkle, and what lay beneath it made you gasp so harshly that it caught in your throat, making you cough.

A thin, twinkling bracelet was nestled into the white, velvet padding. Red jewels and flashes of white diamonds glinted in the low light of the living room, and you could not for the life of you speak up, or vocalise behind small gasps and whimpers.

Its beauty was unmatched in anything you had seen before. A larger red stone was set on the domed shell of a firefighter’s helmet, and along the brimmed edge around the helmet was inscribed a single word — Cherry.

“Oh, my,” you managed, a barely audible exclamation that seemed to piteously show your shock and awe.

The love and affection in both Bucky and Steve’s stares made your eyes well with tears, and Bucky spoke first. “They’re garnets—the gemstone of fire. We found this shop that made things with all kinds, and– Well, we had to get our Cherry somethin’ of us.”

“You’re our fire, our passion, Cherry,” Steve said quietly. “You’ve given us everythin’, all of what we have now is thanks to you.”

“Oh, hell,” you gasped wetly, choking on a sob. “Boys–” There was no way to speak before the torrential flood took over, and you mouthed wordlessly while clutching the box.

Bucky pulled you impossibly closer, and Steve shuffled down the couch to sit so close he may as well have been in Bucky’s lap, as well — he lifted your legs and settled, then placed them over his before he leaned in close.

“Here,” Steve said, gently grabbing the box from your hand. His fingertips were soft over the delicate skin of your wrist, and the bracelet rested comfortably in place. “There you go, honey.”

You held them close after that, unwilling and unable to let either of them go — not even when you had a part of them already in your heart.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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diasomnia ice-cream parlor au doodles

[Referencing this post!]

Hello, yes, I’ve been thinking about the Diasomnia ice-cream parlor AU again 🍨🍦 I guess I must have been really hungry lately www

I see them as offering not just ice-cream, bur also variants like gelato, shaved ice, milkshakes, etc. (They can afford it with support from the Draconia royal family’s funds 😂) The focus here will be ice-cream though, just because that’s Malleus’s favorite.

Imagine walking in and not knowing what to order (there’s so much to choose from!), so you ask the staff to pick something for you… (Yes, I’ve thought about this way too much and now I’m going to shovel this at you—)

Malleus strikes me as a very traditional and old-fashioned guy, so I’d see him falling back on ol’ reliable. You can’t go wrong with a classic sugar cone and a healthy scoop on top!

He recommends mint chocolate chip because it adds an additional pleasant cooling sensation to the actual coldness of ice-cream. Malleus is fond of the flavor himself; it’s great for cooling down a mouth that’s hot from breathing flames!

You’re brave if you accept anything Lilia hands you… You ask him what this is (the ice-cream looks… discolored in some places, and there’s all this weird stuff jutting out from it; is that a piece of lettuce???). He just winks at you and calls it “Lilia-chan’s Super Cute ⭐️ Special”, featuring a bunch of “unique” flavors he created himself.

It comes served in a cup because it’s easier to eat it while walking that way. For Lilia, who is a well-seasoned traveler, foods that are able to be eaten on the go are a plus!

Silver picks out a waffle bowl (it resembles a sturdy bird’s nest) and encourages you to try a lot of different things. It’ll help you to gain an appreciation for the new and unfamiliar! With how wide the waffle bowl is and how many flavors and toppings are in there, this can be good for sharing with friends from all over.

The particular version featured in the doodle has three kinds of ice-cream, each one representing one of the three Good Fairies. A pink flavor, a blue flavor, and a green flavor—maybe rose or strawberry, blueberry or cotton candy, and pistachio? It’s a very naturey palate.

His animal friends have helped with the ingredients; there’s honey drizzled on top, as well as crushed nuts. Freshly picked berries and edible flowers garnish the bowl too—oh, and we can’t forget a generous chunk of honeycomb!

… I don’t know much about Kingdom Hearts, but I’ve heard that Silver resembles Riku from KH?? So maybe Silver can offer some sea salt ice-cream too as a throwback 😂

… Was anyone surprised by this? No? No.

Sebek chose a tall parfait glass for serving so that the dessert can be as tall as possible. It’s a matcha and ube soft serve, swirled high. The green is Diasomnia’s color, and the purple is meant to be the color of the underside of Malleus’s cape. (Sebek wanted to include black ice-cream to for the Draconia royal color, but couldn’t find a good flavor.)

Art isn’t his forte, but Sebek did his best to “recreate the imposing, elegant image of wakasama” in his dessert. The cherry on top, flanked by two conical chocolate pieces, are meant to be Malleus and his horns. The wafer poking out is supposed to “enhance the young master’s presence”. All the other things are extra details in an effort to make the ice-cream larger than life: candied fruit peels arranged in a line (to resemble the spines on a dragon’s tail), mochi balls (“magestones”) piled to one side, and a chocolate biscuit stick + wafer that, together, look like Malleus’s staff.

Sebek tried really hard! … He will aggressively try to sell you on this item.

If you’re really hungry or with a large group, why not go for the Diasomnia Family Fundae? It’s their take on a sundae, served in a glass boat. There’s a whole banana, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and three maraschino cherries! The bramble is made of dark chocolate.

Each student is represented by one scoop and a little candy or chocolate that helps to characterize the boy (horns, bat wings, lightning bolt, or sword). Sebek is a lemon-like sherbet, befitting of his loud, in-your-face personality. Lilia is a bright red berry flavor (strawberries, cherries, cranberries, etc.), like his favorite red juices, deep and complex. Silver is vanilla bean, pure, simple, and earnest. (He could also be a subtle lavender flavor, since that's a flower known to ease you into sleep.) And Malleus… well, that scoop is a pitch black, but the flavor is something you can’t quite place your tongue on. It’s a mystery, just like he is! (Maybe the shop changes the flavor every now and again. They can run a promo where if you guess the right flavor combo for that particular week’s Malleus scoop, they give you a discount or a free cone.)

A lot of chocolate sauce is dripping down from the Malleus scoop; this is because the sauce is supposed to be his “blot”. The bottom three scoops—Lilia, Sebek, and Silver—are blanketed by the chocolate thorns as a reference to how those three were sentenced to sleep.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Diasomnia #twst AU #twisted wonderland AU #AU #notes from the writing raven #my art #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #spoilers #Kingdom Hearts #KH Riku #Kingdom Hearts Riku #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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flowerxbunnie · 5 months

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Hola! Soy Dora! —

okay wait no for real tho.. can you pretty please write a nasty lil big bad b bernard matty boy fic? like where he’s big daddy dom and he’s got an unspoken relationship with y/n? like they’ve not spoken the words, but they belong togetherrr 🎶 okay but for real.. that, and they have a night together where they’re just drinking and vibing with one another (just them) and it takes a turn 😈 and he’s being like all controlling and makes her ride his thigh while he touches himself to the sight, and then and then and then just rails her into oblivion? loooadddds of filthy speak because i am a slut for that right there! pretty please with a cherry on top? 🍒

Carnal

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: pure FILTHY smut. Dom!Matt, daddy kink, deg/praise, thigh riding etc :)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

I throw back the last sip of my drink and hand my cup to Matt, the alcohol tasting like candy but burning just the same going down. I take the gummy worm off the rim and suck the sugar off, Matt’s eyes watching my every move closely. My skin is warm and my veins are filled with a buzzing feeling. He stacks the plastic cup on top of the others we’ve collected on the coffee table throughout the night, a chuckle escaping his lips as he counts them in his head.

“Damn, we gotta slow down soon.” He shakes his head slightly. “I’d like to not have a migraine tomorrow.”

“I’m feeling good, don’t know about you Matty boyyy..” I draw out, sitting back on the couch.

He sits back along with me and throws his arm over the back of the couch, turning his body slightly to face me. He has a half full cup in his other hand, his finger circling the rim slowly.

“Oh, I’m feeling good.” he smirks, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping as his eyes stay locked onto mine.

I can feel the slow and steady beat of the bass in my chest, his playlist playing quietly on the speaker on the table. We spend a while scrolling through my liked TikToks, cuddling and laughing together.

I find myself spending most of my Saturdays here in his living room, drinking and talking all night while Nick and Chris are away. My relationship with him is complicated. We’re definitely more than friends, but also less than lovers. I think we both have a problem with labels, feeling far more comfortable leaving things unspoken. I can’t help the thoughts that live in the back of my mind, like an itch I can’t scratch. A worry that maybe I’m not the only one he spends nights like this with. I know he’s my one and only, I can’t even fathom another man making me feel the way Matt does. Whether I’m in his car cracking up at his road rage or in his bed with the headboard thumping against the wall, I’m always filled with insane butterflies for this man.

But even though I’m sure of my feelings, he’s never outright spoken his. We’ve never had the conversation of if we want to date around or keep this situationship we have going on between us two. I feel selfish for wanting him all to myself, but he makes it hard not to.

“You good, baby?” He asks in his raspy voice, the nickname flowing off his tongue like honey and making my heart flutter. “You seem a little zoned out tonight.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, sitting up to grab another prefilled cup off the coffee table. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asks and brings his hand to the small of my back, his warm fingertips brushing beneath the hem of my shirt and sending shivers up my spine.

I just shake my head and give him a smile before throwing back a big gulp of my drink, melting against his touch as his hand inches higher up my spine. His rough fingertips run up and down slowly, my tense muscles going soft as he adds pressure.

“You know that’s not an answer, Y/n. Come on, talk to me.” He speaks sweetly as he sits his cup down.

His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back down next to him on the couch, hooking his hand around my legs and bringing them up onto his lap. The look in his eyes is serious, even through the glaze the alcohol has brought on.

“I don’t know Matt,” I play with my fingers like I always do when I’m nervous. “I’m just having weird feelings tonight.”

His eyes soften like he already knows what I’m going to say. “Tell me, love.”

I sigh and let my back fall into the soft cushions. “I’m just scared.” I start, watching as the look on his face stays the same, unwavering. “I’m scared for the day you find someone else who you’re ready to make things official with. I’m scared that I’m not the only one you fix gummy worm drinks for.”

He chuckles and my heart drops, my suspicions feeling all the more real as he breaks out into a fit of laughter. His hand leaves my legs and comes up to rub his eyes, his head shaking from side to side. “That’s what you’re all worked up about?” He asks through giggles.

I nod and feel the tears threatening to spill over, my drunk emotions amplified insanely. He doesn’t even notice, he just keeps laughing and brings his hand to his chest as it heaves.

“I don’t see how it’s funny..” I speak softly, my voice cracking at the end, my cheeks heating up as my weakness becomes obvious.

He immediately stops laughing, his head snapping back to me and his eyes softening. He brings a hand to my cheek and moves his thumb back and forth, his eyes flicking back and forth between both of mine.

“Baby, I thought it was obvious.” He tilts his head slightly, his eyes scanning my face slowly.

“Do I need to call an Uber?” I croak, still sure that he’s about to tell me I’m dumb for thinking too deeply about the way he felt for me.

“What?” He says shocked, his eyes wide and his hand halting its movements on my face.

It’s like the realization flashes in his brain, he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. He doesn’t say anything, just brings his hand back to my leg and traces it up to my thigh and gives it a squeeze. My body is reacting in a way I don’t know if I like, blood rushing to my heat between my legs despite the hurt I’m feeling.

But like Matt always does, he makes it all better. “You’re all I need, Y/n. All I want.” His hand trails higher, gripping and squeezing my skin along the way. “You know I’m not good at speaking my mind.”

My breath hitches as his fingers trace around the bottom of my shorts leaving a burning trail in their wake.

“But trust me,” he starts, his fingers dipping ever so slightly beneath the fabric, “I know that you’re it for me. Now stop worrying so much.”

His hand trails back down my leg, my thighs instinctively pressing together wishing for the friction I never got. He leans over and grabs my cup, handing it to me and sipping on his own. “Let’s finish these, hm?”

I grab the cup and down it quickly, squeezing my eyes shut at the burn. He chuckles and tilts his head back, his jawline sharp and defined in the ambient light of the lamps and candles. He sucks his teeth as he grabs my cup and stacks it into his, discarding them along with the rest.

“Take your shorts off.”

I’m taken aback, the conversation feels so unfinished but my head is swimming with thoughts of how his body would feel against my own. I still oblige, hooking my fingers into my waistband and slipping them down my legs, tossing them onto the coffee table. He gives me a slight smirk and grips onto my left ankle, lowering my foot onto the floor. He turns his body to fully face me and brings my right leg to the other side of him. My thighs open and my clothed core is exposed to him.

“You wore my favorite pair.” He coos, his thumb coming up to ghost over the fabric.

The smallest whimper leaves my mouth, my pussy aching for his touch. He moves up slowly, almost as if he’s memorizing the pattern in the lace, his thumb running up to the hemline and resting against my lower abdomen.

“Did you do that on purpose?” He questions, hooking his index finger into the elastic and pulling. “Did you know it would make daddy get all worked up?” He lets go and it snaps against me, a pulsing sting etched into my skin.

“N-no, not on purpose,” I lie, my heart speeding up at the dirty name. I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I grabbed them out of my drawer.

“I don’t like when you lie, baby.” He moves his hand to my hip and gives it a squeeze. “Tell daddy the truth.” He begins slowly pulling my panties down, stopping when I don’t speak right away.

“I’m s-sorry daddy. I like the way you get so turned on when you see them.” I breathe out, a satisfied hum coming from my throat as he resumes pulling them down.

“That’s better.” He helps me maneuver out of them, bringing them to his face and placing a kiss against the fabric. “I think I’ll keep em’.” He smiles smugly as he slips them into his pocket.

He runs his hands up both of my thighs, his eyes raking up along with his movements. He brings his thumbs against my folds and spreads them open, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my arousal.

“So wet already, baby.” His thumb rubs against my swollen clit once, my pussy clenching in response and a whine falling past my lips.

He bites his lip as he does it again, watching intently almost as if experimenting and seeing if he’ll get the same reaction. He does- my pussy clenches and tightens around nothing and my tender bud begins throbbing. He looks up at me with lust filled eyes.

“I love seeing your pussy beg for me. I’m barely doing anything and you’re already clenching up.”

He presses his thumb down suddenly with increased pressure but holds it still. I arch up and whine out, my heat aching for anything more than what he’s giving me. His free hand roams up my stomach and underneath my shirt, finding my bare breast and toying with my nipple. His thumb remains stagnant and still on my aching clit.

“P-please daddy. Please… more.” I whimper and rock my hips against his touch, moaning as I finally feel relief.

He pulls both hands away quickly, a disappointment filling his expression as he narrows his eyes.

“W-why? I need more.” I pout and reach out for his hands, only for them to be pulled away roughly.

“You wanna get off so bad, huh?” He sits back against the couch. “Do it yourself.”

I suck in a breath, taken aback at his harsh tone. I swallow thickly and bring my own hand down slowly to my heat, shaking slightly as he watches me intently. I begin rubbing slow circles onto my clit, speeding up because my body doesn’t react the same underneath my own touch. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s Matt’s fingers instead of mine, speeding up and bucking my hips up, desperate for any sort of relief. I keep going and even add a finger, curling it up inside my walls and hoping I’ll feel the euphoria soon.

But I don’t. I let my head fall back in frustration, removing my hands and giving up. I hear him laughing, taking enjoyment out of my struggle.

“Can’t get off without daddy, can you?” I look up as he begins unbuttoning his jeans, a visible bulge straining against the denim.

He pulls them down and keeps his boxers on, his erection still confined beneath the black fabric. He adjusts in his seat, leaning back and opening his legs wider.

“Come on baby. Use my thigh.” He pats his leg and motions his head for me to come over.

I sit up and try to control my shaky breath. Matt’s always been the dominant one, but it’s like something else has taken over, an almost devilish look in his eyes. I position myself onto him, my legs straddled around his right thigh and my pussy hovering above his skin. His hands run up to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over my head. His eyes become half lidded as he drinks in the sight of my exposed chest.

“What are you waiting for, princess? You were so eager a minute ago.” He rasps, his hands settling on my hips and lowering me down to make contact with his leg.

I suck in a breath at the sensation. My mind is buzzing from the alcohol and the arousal, I feel like I’m floating until I focus on the throbbing between my legs. I slowly rock back and forth once, my clit rubbing against his thigh with no resistance, my own arousal lubricating it perfectly. I swear I can see his cock jump beneath his boxers.

I let down all of the weight I’ve been subconsciously holding up off of him, the pressure sending a shockwave through my body as I begin grinding against him. I let out whimpers and moans as I circle my hips, crying out when he lifts his leg higher up to press against me.

“Such a naughty girl getting yourself off on my leg. So desperate that you’ll grind on anything I give you, hm?” He speaks lowly, bringing his arms up behind his head and watching my every move.

I bring my hands down to his chest and run them down until they settle on his abdomen to give myself some stability. My muscles are starting to tire but I keep going, rubbing and grinding against his thigh as my stomach begins to twist into knots. It’s like he knows I’m close to giving up, close to stalling. He begins to bounce his leg over and over, vibrations shooting through my body as his heel comes into contact with the floor roughly.

“F-feels so good, daddy..” I whine out, digging my nails into his shirt and twisting it, needing to do anything to release some of the pleasure flowing through my veins.

His eyes are glossy and dark as his hand comes into contact with his erection, palming it and tightening his grip repeatedly. I watch in awe as his veiny, slender hands work against himself. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, groaning as he pumps himself. His tip is dripping with precum, swollen and pink with need. He swipes his thumb over his slit to gather it and brings it up to my mouth, rubbing the juice onto my tongue as he presses it into my mouth.

I gain a sudden burst of energy and arousal and begin grinding down against him with everything I can, inching myself closer and closer to release as I watch him jerk his cock underneath me. His free hand reaches up and grasps onto my breast, his large hand encompassing the tissue completely as he kneads the skin. His palm rubs against my taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“Come on baby, make a mess on daddy’s thigh,” he encourages, “I won’t get mad as long as you help me clean it up.”

I cry out in pleasure as the knots in my abdomen wind so tightly they snap, the pressure releasing and my thighs shaking as I come apart on his leg. I grind down and my pussy clenches and throbs as my juices leak out onto his skin, his thigh now slick with my release.

“Good girl, that’s it. Such a good job.” He coos and praises, bringing his hand up and stroking my hair as I catch my breath. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ve got a big mess to clean up.” He motions to the spot where we connect, a sheen of liquid across his skin.

He pushes my shoulders down to encourage me to my knees, and I oblige. I look up at him through my lashes, hesitantly licking a stripe across his leg and tasting myself on him. His hand grips around his cock again, pumping slowly as I kitten lick his thigh.

“Doing such a good job.” he croaks, a moan sneaking it way out.

I continue cleaning up my mess, lapping up all the evidence I had left behind. His motions around his dick become quicker as I pull back for a moment, a string of my arousal shining in the light between my tongue and the skin of his thigh.

His hand stops pumping and comes to lace into my hair, pulling me upwards. I lick up his leg, sitting higher on my knees and trace my tongue up to his base, flattening it all the way to his tip. I take it into my mouth just enough to wrap around his head, sucking lightly and batting my eyes.

“Hmm, don’t even have to be told what to do. Daddy’s precious girl.” He says sweetly while caressing my cheek.

I hum around him and feel my cheeks heat up at the praise. I slowly take more and more of him into my mouth, his droopy eyes watching as I gag at the feeling of his head touching the back of my throat. He smiles in satisfaction, bucking his hips up to elicit the same response once more. My mouth fills with saliva and it drips out and down his length, providing the perfect lubrication for my hand to grip around what I can’t fit into my mouth. I twist my hand around him and his head falls back in pleasure. I bob my head up and down, taking his cock in and out of my mouth as groans fill the room around us.

His cheeks are rosy and his forehead slick with sweat, half from the alcohol warming his body and half from his arousal. He grabs onto his shirt and pulls it over his head, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing deliciously. He wipes the fabric against his forehead before he tosses it to the side, his eyes fixing back onto me with blown pupils.

Both of his hands come down to grip onto my jaw before he disconnects my mouth from his cock, pulling me up with a popping sound. “You’re gonna have to bend over for daddy. Need to feel that tight pussy around me.” His voice is low and commanding, almost rumbling through my chest.

He pulls his boxers the rest of the way down before he grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet as he stands up himself. He turns me around and guides me towards the arm of the couch, pushing me down until my chest is pressed into it.

“Arch up for me,” he instructs, his hands grasping my hips as he helps me get into position for him. “So good at listening to instructions.”

He keeps one hand on my hip to keep me in place as he lines himself up with my entrance, dipping in and out teasingly.

“P-please daddy, I need it.” I speak up, wiggling my ass back and forth in hopes he’ll be convinced.

“Need what, baby?” He taunts, running his tip through my dripping folds until he brushes against my throbbing clit.

“Need… n-need your cock inside of me.”

“Those are such naughty words to be coming out of your sweet little lips..” he chastises and pushes only his head into me. “Tell me more.”

My breath hitches as he gives me another inch, slowly pulling out once again. “F-fuck I… I wanna feel your hands all over me while you fuck me, daddy.”

His hands rub from my ass up to my back leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps. “Like this? You like when daddy grabs all over you?” He questions, bringing his hands to my hair and making a makeshift ponytail.

I nod and bite my lip to contain my noises as he pulls my head back roughly, bringing his other hand down to smack my ass and rub out the sting. He pushes halfway in and stalls, but I can feel his cock throbbing between my walls.

“You want daddy all you yourself, hm?” He whispers as he releases his grip on my hair and moves his hands down my sides, tracing along my curves before settling on my ass.

“YES! … Y-yes, daddy, please. Wanna be all yours.” I squeal as he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot.

He starts pumping in and out, his hips slamming against my ass with the depth of his strokes. I reach around desperately, looking for anything I can grip onto. His hands reach down and grab mine, crossing them behind my back and gripping my wrists together with one hand. His other hand squeezes and massages my ass, smacking every now and again to give me small stings of delicious pain.

His thrusts are calculated and controlled as he pounds into me. Our pants fill the air as we inch closer to our climax together, his free hand roaming my body. It’s all slippery and sloppy and animalistic. Lewd, wet sounds echoing into the room and low grumbles escaping his throat.

I feel his dick stiffen to get impossibly hard, twitching and jerking inside of my heat. “F-fuck. Help me out baby.” He croaks as his strokes start to become sloppy.

He releases his grip on my wrist and grabs my hips as I begin meeting his thrusts halfway, throwing my body back against him. My name falls out of his lips over and over in a whisper as his fingers dig into my skin.

“S-so close..” I whine, my head swimming and my stomach clenched.

“Shh.. it’s okay baby. Give it to daddy.” He encourages.

That’s all it takes for me to unravel, my pussy throbbing around him as cries of pleasure sound into the room. He releases alongside me, his warm load spurting into me and filling me up as he continues fucking into me. We continue until we can’t anymore, and he pulls out with a wince.

He pulls my aching body up and spins me around, wrapping his arms around me and placing my head against him. His heart pounds against his chest, so hard I can almost feel it thumping against my ear. Our bodies are sticky and exhausted, but nothing is uncomfortable.

He places a kiss onto my hair, his hot breath fanning down over my shoulders. “Did that tell you what you needed to know?”

I only nod, unable to form words. He pulls back and hooks a finger under my chin to bring my gaze to meet his own. He looks at me intently and comes in to place a lingering, passionate kiss against my lips. When we disconnect he places his forehead against mine and whispers sweet nothings, his soft skin brushing against my still-swollen lips.

He gives me one more kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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2. say you feel the way that i feel

summary: jake finally gets a moment alone with you.

pairing: best friend’s brother!jake seresin x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, smut (oral), allusions to smut at the end, jake being down bad tbh

previous part • drive me wild

Jake Seresin didn’t believe in luck. He never had to. It was hard work and skill that got him to the top of his Top Gun class. It was even more hard work and skill that made him stay on top.

Right now however, he was thanking his lucky stars.

Both his sisters are back at their respective houses for the day, his dad is out golfing, his mom is at book club, and Addy is at lunch with her high school friends.

That’s leaves him and you in the house. Alone.

Jake notices you from where he’s stood near the kitchen window. It’s hot out today, and you’re sat on one of the recliners near the pool reading a book in what could probably be described as the worlds tiniest bikini. It’s white and has little cherries on it. Jake thinks he might spontaneously combust. Before he can do so, you turn in your seat to catch sight of Jake in the window, wiggling your fingers at him in a greeting.

Jake takes this as a sign to actually make a move, when had he even been the guy to pass up on something he wanted? He starts towards the patio doors, but not before shedding himself of his shirt and checking himself out in the reflection.

“Hey sugar,” he drawls, slipping into the seat next to you, “don’t you just look extra sweet today?”

You can feel Jake’s eyes rake over your frame, paying specific attention to the flimsy ties of your bikini. You place your bookmark in and put the book down beside you.

“Hey, Jakey,” your voice comes out in a teasing lilt.

Usually he hates when people call him that, but he decides in that moment it’s probably the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Whatcha reading?”

Your smirk slightly and Jake realises whatever you’re bound to say is about to be amusing.

“Lolita.”

Jake scoffs playfully, “you’re funny sugar.”

“I’d like to think so,” you shrug with a smile.

Jake rolls his eyes and settles back into the recliner, the sun feels so good beating down onto his tense muscles. He thinks he could probably drift off until your voice rings through the air.

“Jake?” you question.

“Mhm?”

“Could you do me a favour?” you ask, voice dripping with honey, “pretty please?”

Jake opens his eyes and looks over to your pouting lips.

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

You hand Jake the bottle of sun lotion that had been resting on the small table between the recliners and roll over onto your stomach.

“Do my back?”

You let out a giggle as Jake audibly groans, unashamed of how you affect him. He watches with hooded eyes as you let the ties at the back of your bikini top loose, your modesty only being saved now by your position.

“I hate tan lines,” you offer.

Jake nods his head vigorously, “‘me too, can’t stand ‘em, great idea.”

His enthusiasm skyrockets your ego, you jut your hips up lightly and look to where he’s standing above you.

“You gonna sit?”

“Oh yeah, right.” Jake mumbles, disoriented.

He hovers over you awkwardly, a leg on either side of your waist. You look back to him again and giggle.

“It’s okay, y’know?”

Jake shakes his head as if to clear it and sits down finally. He tries not to think about how you feel beneath him and instead gets to work squirting the lotion onto his hands.

His strong hands are cool on your back, massaging into your skin. You cant help but whimper slightly as his hands massage lower.

“Feels good, Jakey,” you moan out.

Jake can’t wipe the smirk off of his face as he continues his movements until he’s satiated, grabbing languidly at the soft flesh of your back. After he’s decided he’s finished, Jake moves back to sit at the edge of your chair,

“All done, sugar?” He taps at your ass lightly.

You hum and push yourself upwards, turning to face Jake. His mouth goes dry as he catches sight of your bikini top laying lonely on the chair.

“Help me with the front?” You pout, something glimmering in your eye that Jake can’t quite decipher.

You reach over and take Jake’s hands in your own, they’re soft and still sticky with residue from the sun lotion, and guide them up towards your breasts. He can’t get enough of the way you feel beneath him, soft skin arching up towards his touch. When he swipes the pads of his thumbs over your nipples you gasp quietly and Jake chuckles.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he mumbles more to himself than you.

You whine, “I need you to touch me Jake.”

“I am touching you sugar,” Jake teases.

He knows what you want, but he just wants to hear you say it. You whine once again, it’s music to his ears.

“Touch me properly,” you huff.

Jake sighs and removes his hands from your breasts. His hands go to your thighs as he lies down on his front of the chair and pulls you abruptly towards his face. You squeal at the unexpected movement, widening your legs to accommodate Jake.

He reaches a hand up to the ties of your bikini, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before speaking.

“As cute as this is sugar, I think I’d prefer what’s underneath even more.”

Jake’s words bring a further flush to your cheeks rather than the hot sun in the sky, you nod down at him to give confirmation for what he was about to do.

He pulls slowly at the string on your right hip, watching as it comes undone, the side already falling to expose more of your skin. Moving to the next one, Jake pulls just as tantalisingly slowly. Once it’s undone, he pulls the glorified scrap of fabric away from you and drops it to the floor.

“Fuck.” Jake breathes out.

He’s so close to your center that you can feel his breath on you, making you squirm.

“If that ain’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” he smirks.

You make a sound that mixes between a whine and a whimper and jut your hips up towards Jake’s face. He gets the hint, tongue darting out to lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Shit, Jake,” you breathe out, hands coming down to grab at his blonde locks.

Jake takes this as encouragement and immediately gets to work, tongue lapping at your clit languidly. Your hips jerk slightly at every flick, prompting Jake to place an arm over you as an attempt at stilling your movements.

The wet noises coming from where Jake’s mouth meets your center should be embarrassing, but it just serves as fuel for him to carry on. His tongue dips down to your hole for a moment as he laps at the wetness, groaning into you at the taste. Jake’s free hand wanders up your thigh to to play with your clit, middle and ring fingers drawing circles into the bundle of nerves.

You’re wary of your surroundings, but it’d be pointless to try and hold in your moans. They come out in squeaks and guttural sounds that please Jake to no end. He’s almost as vocal as you are, mumbles and groans sending delicious vibrations through you.

“I’m close, Jake,” you whimper out after a particularly salacious swirl of his tongue.

He looks up at you from his position between your legs and continues his motions, sending you over the edge with a high pitched whine. Jake coaches you through your high, legs spasming around his head from the pleasure.

He pulls back after a few moment to allow you to catch your breath, legs still shaking. You can see some of your arousal glistening on his chin, bringing heat to your cheeks.

“That good, sugar?” Jake drawls.

You roll your eyes. He knows it was. Instead, you wrap a small hand around the back of his neck and guide his lips towards yours. They’re soft, and you can still taste yourself on him which makes your shiver in excitement. Jake’s lips move in tandem with yours perfectly as you allow his tongue entrance, and something foreign twinges within him that he’s not felt before. Your hand is still at the back of his neck, fingers fussing with his slightly longer hair than usual.

You’re the one to break the kiss first, pulling back just to peck at his lips a few more times. Before Jake can speak, your phone is pinging on the table beside the two of you, stealing your attention from him.

“It’s Addy,” you smile apologetically, “she’s gonna be back soon.”

At the mention of his sister’s name, Jake is reminded of his somewhat unfortunate predicament; sat with her naked best friend in his lap.

“Yeah, of course,” Jake shrugs.

You move to stand from him, not before pecking at his lips once again, and bending down to pick up your discarded bikini. Jake smirks at the sight, alleviating his dulling mood by reaching a hand out to smack lightly at your behind. You snap back up with a gasp and point an accusatory finger. Jake raises his hands in mock surrender and defends,

“you’re the one flaunting that thing sugar!”

You scoff, trying to mask your smile, “creep.”

Jake laughs and goes to reach for you again as you slip away with a giggle. He watches your retreating form with a sigh falling from his lips. He should probably take care of his raging boner before his mom got back from book club.

Jake can’t sleep again. This time, his internal debate has been on whether or not he should try and sneak into your room. The noises you make, the way you taste, and the way you look when you’re so consumed with pleasure is all Jake can think about. You’re infuriating in the best way possible.

Once everyone had returned shortly after your garden escapade, you had descended the stairs in a little ditsy sundress that had Jake reeling. His older sisters and family had joined for dinner as well, Jake was blatantly ignoring every look that Josie was trying to send his way. She was the little moral compass angel on his shoulder, trying to steer him clear from anymore damage he could make. It was annoying because he knew she was right, she always was, and the way she eyeing him down after his gaze often lingered too long on you meant that she was well aware that something had already happened.

You were worth it he had decided at dinner, and he reiterated that as finally removed himself from his bed in lieu of finding you. He opened his door quickly and jumped a little in surprise when he looked down and saw you already there, looking up at him with the same amount of shock. He wonders how long you’d been out here, debating whether to knock on his door or not. Jake figures it’s best not to think about it too much in fear of falling any deeper into what was already becoming much too complicated feelings for you.

Instead, he takes in your attire, you’re clad in a large sleep t-shirt which ends at around your mid thigh and what Jake hopes is nothing else.

“I was just-” you begin.

“God, come here.” Jake sighs, scooping you into his arms.

You oblige happily, jumping into his embrace.

“Gonna make it worth my while, cowboy?” You tease.

Jake plops you down onto his mattress and towers over you for a moment.

“Is that what you want sugar?” Jake questions.

You reach a hand out to palm at the already growing bulge in Jake’s boxers, and smirk,

“more than anything.”

next part

a/n: ahhhhh here’s ch2!! i hope it’s up to standard 😭

thinking perhaps jake is in a tad over his head atm hehehe

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diaboliklove · 4 months

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odd eye (completed)

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wingin’ it (completed)

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not my type (completed)

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when temporary becomes forever (completed)

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cruel summer (ongoing)

only you (completed)

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ang3lik · 10 months

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nEed more jamie flatters content! would you consider writing some fluff?

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jamie cheered as arsenal scored their second goal of the night. cheers echoed from the balcony, the warm comforting weather smoothing out the air, wafting his thin curtains that led out onto the balcony in his apartment. the smell of cigarettes and beer filled the air with a mix of jamie’s scent intertwined as you sat at the breakfast bar in his kitchen, perched upon a stool as you scrolled through your phone.

the game went to a quick ad as jamie sat up a little on his sofa, cracking his neck to loosen the discs as he turned his head over his shoulder to looks at you. “flick the kettle on for us, babe.” he called out. your fingers trailed over the marble top, flicking the switch on his kettle as he stood up, the latter of his feet entering the kitchen.

he moved behind you, his hands ghosting over your hips as he pressed a small kiss to the back of your shoulder. he pulled out a glass from the cupboard, decorated with small cherries as he opened the fridge, he took out a diet coke and milk, setting them on the counter as he opened the freezer too. you watched on as he pulled out a few ice cubes from the container, the glass clinking as he dropped them in before opening the can and pouring it in.

he looked over at you, honey eyes shining with love as he slid over the drink, it slowed on the counter infront of you as you flashed him a sweet smile in thanks. he padded back on over, you ducked your head as he opened the cuboard pulling out a teabag and the sugar, pouring some in his mug and dropping the tea bag in before replacing the items.

he moved fast, familiar in his own home and your presence as he lowered his head to yours, his lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss, both your eyes closing briefly as your lips moved in tandem, the flick of the kettle causing him to pull away. he lifted the heavy metal up, pouring the searing water inside along with some milk before stirring it.

you sighed lightly, stretching your back before standing, walking over to the sofa and sitting, jamie following behind as he sat beside you. his arm draped over your shoulder as he set the mug down on the coffee table and put his feet up. he pulled your legs up under your thighs, laying them over his as his thumb rubbed up and down over your skin.

the sun began to set over south london, the game ending as the town tired. your eyes began to close as the warmth took over, your eyelids heavy after a while of sitting beside your lover. he took notice as you slouched into a slumber, pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa, drawling it over you both and pressing the button on the side off his seat, laying back and bringing you with him before picking up the remote and lowering the volume as his own eyes began to weigh down.

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year

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Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 300 Warnings: None really, just kissing and birthday cuteness :) All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

I wrote this small bday drabble for my sweet friend @yuujilove Heyyy Jay, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! I wish you all the best, and I hope you have an amazing day filled with love and happiness! Thank you for being my friend and always being so sweet! I love to go crazy over Yuuji with you! I love youuu, babe! Have a fun day! And always remember: Yuuji loves you so much! 💗

"Heyyy, wake up, cutie!"

You slowly open your eyes and blink sleepily up at pink hair and honey-colored eyes. Yuuji is leaning over you, smiling his sunshine smile, already making your heart beat faster first thing in the morning.

A slow smile spreads over your face as you reach out to ruffle that soft pink hair.

"Hey, good morning, baby."

Your mind is still too tired to function properly, but getting woken up by your cute boyfriend is always the best way to start a new day. Yuuji laughs happily, probably thinking that your sleepy expression looks cute, and leans down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek.

"Happy birthday, princess! Today is your day! I have so much planned!"

Oh! Finally, your mind catches up, and you laugh too, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's tall, broad figure to hug him tightly.

"Aww, thank you, baby."

Your heart is racing, happiness flooding your chest as you feel Yuuji's heavy, muscular body snuggle against you, pressing you down on the bed as he hugs you back and his lips find yours in a slow and tender birthday kiss.

He feels so good on top of you, warm and strong, making you feel so safe and loved. His voice is like honey, warm and sweet.

"I love you so much, sweetheart. Do you want to get up now? I made birthday cupcakes for breakfast!"

"Yuuji! You are so sweet! I'm still tired, though…"

Yuuji laughs loudly, and when he lifts his head and looks at you, there is a cheeky sparkle in his eyes. Large, warm hands slowly trail down to your waist,

"Well, I will not let you miss your birthday, though! Know what? I will just carry you!"

And the next moment, those strong hands tighten around you and pull you up and into Yuuji's arms.

He laughs at the loud squeal coming from you as Yuuji gets up from the bed, holding you princess-style. Automatically your hands wrap around his neck, and you snuggle your face against Yuuji's broad chest, marveling at the feel of his firm pecs.

You sigh happily, breathing in his scent, cherry blossom shower gel and powdered sugar. You can already tell that this is going to be the best birthday!

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honeysuckleharringtons · 5 months

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Part One: "Double Shot" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) In the small town of Hawkins, Indiana lies the Byers family, a family of four who might just be gaining a fifth member of the family. — (Now) Brew and Me, known for its punny motto and delicious coffee, might soon be known for bringing people together in unexpected ways.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 1,808

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, small mention of abortion, vomit/morning sickness talk, mild swearing, mentions of food, mentions of medical-related things (not detailed, just mentioned), lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: thank you to @dungeons-are-too-cold and @heartshapedhargrove for constantly listening to me talk about this series, i love y'all sm

Originally Written: 10/16/2023

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[ Then, June of 1987 ]

Hawkins was a quaint little town, just about an hour and a half outside of Indianapolis. Hop on the interstate and drive northwest for a while, and soon enough, you'd be met with luscious sugar maples and winding back roads into a small town filled with big families. That's where you'd find the Byers', a family of four who lived near the outskirts. But for the four of them, things were about to change in a very big way.

"It's okay," you whispered to yourself, a gentle reminder that, quite frankly, you were having a hard time believing. "It's just a little pregnancy test. It can't hurt you."

The test itself might not have been capable of inflicting pain on you, but whatever results it bore to you a half hour later might. The visionary knife in your gut twisted at the thought of the test lighting up with a positive. You willed yourself not to think of it, afraid of somehow speaking it into existence despite the words not leaving your mouth.

A knock rapped against the bathroom door, startling you from your current train of thought. "Honey," Joyce called on the other side, "dinner's almost finished."

"Yeah, Mom," you managed to stutter out, attempting to mask the anxiety coursing through you. "I'm just gonna shower and then I'll be out."

You felt slightly bad that you'd be wasting all the available hot water for the next half hour, but you couldn't risk someone coming in and finding the test. The distraction a shower would bring you would be an added bonus.

As soon as your mother’s footsteps receded down the hardwood hallway, you got to work. After looking over the instructions at least five times and then managing to open the wrapper with trembling fingers, you finished the test. A couple nervous breaths exited your lips as you placed the stick on the counter, then promptly hopped in the shower. Attempting to wash away all the messiness of the day—but not the messiness of your thoughts—you let the water cascade down your body, the warmth of it lacking its usual sense of comfort.

As your fingers combed shampoo through your hair, thoughts ran rampant through your mind. Y/N Byers, a mother. Even if the title made you a bit hesitant, at least it would finally give your boyfriend a reason to grow the hell up, right? You loved him, truly, but that boy certainly needed a reality check.

You forced yourself to look at the upside of things. For one, you'd had plenty of training. Between your younger brother and babysitting throughout your teen years, you definitely knew enough to at least get by. Your current gig as a day-camp counselor at The Peony, the local country club, was just the cherry on top. For two… were there any more positives of this?

While you wanted to see a good side to the situation, you couldn't help but consider the possibilities of getting kicked out of the house, being forced to break up with your boyfriend, and the decision of even keeping the baby or not. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being homeless and your baby being fatherless. A wave of nausea hit you so hard you were nearly puking in the shower, a pain so horrid that morning sickness could surely never compare.

You rushed out of the shower, not even bothering to grab a towel before emptying what little was left in your stomach into the toilet. Your eyes glared up at the test on the counter as you wiped off your chin with a piece of toilet paper. It was almost funny, you thought, that a tiny white stick could be holding the answer to your future.

Forcing yourself up from the cold tiles under your knees, you managed to reach the shower and finish the rest of your nightly routine. Your hands shook as you gripped the nob, wondering if this would be the last shower you took before your final step into womanhood.

You had to remind yourself how to breathe as you reached for the test, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. Your skin was some shade of pale green, nausea coursing through you as naturally as the blood in your veins. Here goes nothing.

Blue. The test lit up the brightest shade of blue. It might as well have been screaming, "You're pregnant, dumbass!"

The test fell from your hands and into the sink, the device practically staring at you. Another wave of nausea hit you, forcing you to sit down on the cold and wet edge of the tub. As your exhausted hand ran through your hair, you sifted through the millions of thoughts fighting for your attention.

Another soft knock sounded against the door, one of your brothers reminding you that dinner was finished. Maybe you answered, "I'll be out in a minute," or maybe you didn't manage to say anything at all. You really weren't sure because all the blood in your body rushed straight to your ears to the point where you couldn't even hear yourself breathing anymore. Maybe you'd passed out and this was all a strange fever dream. You really, truly, didn't know.

In fact, in the midst of your internal battle, there was really only one thing you were positive about: you had no idea what the hell you were going to do.

[ Now, November of 1991 ]

"Welcome to Brew and Me, where our motto is- Oh, it's you." You sighed heavily as you registered who was standing on the other side of the counter.

Steve just stared at you with his eyebrow raised. "I'm not sure I'm familiar with your motto. Can you remind me again, miss?"

Your eyes nearly rolled out onto the counter. "The usual?" you asked reluctantly, hands on your hips as you all but challenged his request.

He pushed his wire-frame glasses up the bridge of his nose, a hand landing on his hip in rebuttal. You'd never seen another human being as joyful as Steve was when he got the opportunity to mock you. "That's not the motto," he reminded you in a sing-song tone.

All interest in fighting left your body, finally giving in to his wish. "It's always a brew-tiful day for coffee," you forced out.

His lips turned downward into the cutest pout, and your heart swooned at the sight. "You should really work on how you express-o yourself. That was just sad."

Steve knew his slip of the tongue would make your blood boil, and his pout quickly turned to a smirk as he watched annoyance wash over your face. "The word is espresso, and I'll have you know that I have been considered one of the happiest coworkers here so take that."

He snickered at your sad attempt at a fight. "I find that incredibly hard to believe," he countered. "To answer your previous question, yes, I'd like my usual. Double shot tonight."

A flash of sympathy appeared on your face. You knew all too well what he was in for. "Long night?"

"Exam in the morning, clinical tonight."

You gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to your coworker to bark out his order. "Hazelnut Americano with double shots for John Lennon!"

"Someday," he said, his eyes narrowing in on you as you struggled to hold in your laugh, "you're gonna realize that these glasses are one of my best features. And then, you will finally agree to that date with me."

You just shook your head, waving him off toward his favorite table in the house. A small smile crept its way to your lips, but you did your best to hide it. Your heart went aflutter at even the simplest of actions from him.

Steve Harrington could be described as the most attractive man alive, but just as easily be described as the most stubborn one in the same breath. Sure, he had beautiful, tousled brown hair and hazel eyes that you could get lost in if he'd allow it. Add in the way he looked in his uniform slate-gray scrubs and you were done for. But on the opposite hand, Steve also didn't know how to take no for an answer. Still, you found it quite endearing that three months in, he was still very interested in that date he brought up every time he came into your little coffee shop.

The devil on your shoulder practically begged you to say yes—yes to Steve, yes to the whole nine yards that came along with dating him, all of it. But the idea of actually saying it? Well, to be frank, it scared you more than anything in the whole world. Still, you couldn't help but wonder what it might be like if you ever did accept. His hair fixed up the right way, scrubs traded in for slacks and a nice sweater… your heart flipped at the thought.

That was when that devil sitting on your shoulder decided to do the most devious thing. You didn't really believe in 'out of body' experiences, but it was the only logical explanation to why your feet had carried you over to his table all on their own.

You'd never have the courage to say what was coming out of your mouth, but your little demon friend surely did. "Tell you what, doc?" you started, leaning down and narrowing your eyes at him. "When you successfully guess my favorite thing on the whole menu—without help from any of my coworkers, classmates, or professors—then we'll talk."

Steve just stared at you, mouth agape, for the remainder of the time it took one of your fellow baristas to whip up his coffee. Some mix of shock and fear of disappointment sat on his face for so long that you headed back to the counter, grabbing his coffee and a sympathy cookie from the display while you waited for him to come back to life. When he still didn't respond, you did the only thing left—say the motto and continue on with your work.

"Have a brew-tiful day, friend," you said, much more enthusiastically than earlier. You glanced down at your watch, noticing it was almost time for your break. You were tempted to sit at his table just to see how long it would take him to form another coherent sentence.

Finally, he spoke again, slowly coming out of his dazed state. "You…" he hesitated, possibly trying to think up an intelligible string of words from that dictionary he always carried with him for no apparent reason. "You said yes…"

"I did," you confirmed. "And I hate to rush off, but I have to take my break."

"You said yes," he repeated, pure shock coming over him. "Huh. I guess it really is a brew-tiful day."

AAAHHH, MY BABY IS OUT INTO THE WORLD 🥹

I don't think anyone understands how happy I am for you guys to finally get this series. Like, I have been shaking in my boots, waiting to post this for you guys and now you have it!!! 🥹

Thank you so very much to Georgia (tagged in the extra notes at the top) for listening to me talk about this series sm and for helping me brainstorm so many lil things for this series. I love you so very much, my bestie 💞

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed and I can't wait to see you guys back here for part three next weekend! 🫶🏻

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! ft. heartslabyul

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

your dish is…

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ICEBOX CAKE !!

♫ MERCURY - BYE BYE BADMAN

- riddle doesn’t know what he’s doing to an extant. if your offering to feed him a strawberry while you work, he wouldn’t mind :D<3 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s definitely watched over treys shoulder while he made tarts so he knows how to do some things. he sticks to and follows your every word so he doesn’t mess up this delicious delicacy. ⠀⠀ - it definitely gets messy but hey, its the thought that counts. plus, he has such a determined twinkle in his eye as he mixes the ingredients together :(⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - this is a recipe that requires vanilla wafers and y’all definitely feed each other one before crushing the rest up with lovestruck smiles on your faces. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he makes them on his own to bring to the heartslabyul tea parties and they get better every time, he’s the sweetest

“do i add the strawberries on top of the cake like, this?”

“yeah! and if you reposition them, they’re little bunnies :)”

“gods, i love you😭”

ACE TRAPPOLA

your dish is…

CHERRY TURNOVERS !!

♫ ウマーベラス - MONKEY MAJIK

- for ace, you have to get him a second bowl of cherries so he doesn’t eat the ones for the recipe… but to make up for that, listens to the playlist you’ve made together while you make your treats ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he knows a couple things about cooking because he cooks with his brother once and a while. like to enhance the taste of tart cherries, add honey, cinnamon, or cloves, maybe all three if you really want it that way! shows off his amazing cooking magic tricks with you too ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - no doubt engulfs you in a hug from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder while you mix the glaze and adds some vanilla extract when you need it. ace lets you pin his hair up so it doesn’t get in his face as he focuses on drawing cute faces on the turnovers with the freshly made glaze. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - smooch the powdered sugar from his face please‼️

“how many cherries do you think i can fit in my mouth?”

“you’re not getting any more cherries >:[“

“aw…”

DEUCE SPADE

your dish is…

VANILLA CRÈME BRÛLÈE !!

♫ 就寝御礼 - PSYQUI

- deuce has quite a lot of cooking experience since he helps his mom around the house. he likes to keep his food simple and within his range so you helping him means a lot no matter the simplicity ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - 99% of the time he’s kissing you in a way of saying thanks when you do something for him. you get the ingredients out? kith. you preheat the oven? mwah. cooking with you is one of his favorite things now, he must say thank you, its only polite. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so neat when he cooks! if he were to spill something, he would pause to clean it up, got that from his momma. deuce dances with you as the brûlée bakes and watches movies with you while it cools down to pass the two hours. almost always has something smeared on his face. ⠀⠀⠀ - literally loves adding the sugar his brûlée with various things and addicted to making hearts on yours or, like, putting yours in a heart shaped bowl. and it would turn out SO GOOD, he likes to say that its because of all the kisses he gives you.

“here’s your brûlée by the way, i made sure i warmed it up so it might be hot”

“oh, thank you, bubba. but you didnt have to bring it to me, i would’ve came to get it..”

“you looked too comfortable :(“

CATER DIAMOND

your dish is…

SPICY LAYERED CHOCOLATE MOUSSE SQUARES !!

♫ OCEANE - RINI

- cater isn’t a fan of anything sweet but he doesn’t mind putting some sugar in yours in case you don’t like it. cooking with him really is aesthetically pleasing, music in the background, perfect lighting, and sweetness! he doesn’t have much experience in cooking so its up to you to lead him. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so energetic that it’s contagious, you both are bouncing balls of energy. also goes live from time to time while you cook together and his fans are living off of it. smears chocolate on your nose so he can kiss it off. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - you both take so many selfies, his favorite one is the both of you touching noses with unsweetened whipped cream on them, its now his lock screen. surprisingly the most messiest in the kitchen but has a great sense of balance when it comes to ingredients. cater also finds his cooking time with you down time, a little space away from social media some days. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ - the spicy dessert looks really pretty on a serving plate so getting pictures are a must. by far his favorite thing he’s made with you, its such a comfort food for him.

“#ihavethebestsignificantother.. #iliveformyloverscooking…”

“dont actually put those as your hashtags cater😭😭”

TREY CLOVER

your dish is…

CANDIED VIOLET CUPCAKES !!

♫ SLOWMOTION - SAKANACTION

- tray is the most skilled in cooking and is known to make desserts for his younger siblings and his dorm. adores cooking with someone because he loves quality time with you even if its as simple as baking cupcakes, his favorite no less ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he saves some extra candied violets for decoration and also just to eat in general. he’s the type to have matching aprons and tie yours for you :) he has one of those “kiss the chef” aprons in which you do give him little kisses. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - stands behind you and cups your hands in his as your mixing the batter or frosting, he’s a little romantic☺️. tray tells you about his day in immense detail which leads to talking for hours. (since he’s usually quiet in class and focuses on his studies without getting involved in anything, he always has the juiciest drama) ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - to get free kisses, you put frosting on your lips >:). tray also plays little jokes on you while you’re mixing the ingredients together because your reactions are the highlight of his day

“wait, don’t add the egg batter in yet, we gotta add oyster sauce.”

“we gotta add what?��”

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