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lightlycareless · 3 months

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I was reading your scorned ex husband Naoya and I was wondering how much worse he’d be if him and Y/N had to share custody of a child(How the Zen’ins let Y/N get a divorce AND get joint custody idk. Maybe it was Naoya’s last act of kindness to his wife). Hehehe, I feel like it’d be so messy

Heya anon!!

Couldn't get this idea out of my mind because I needed the angst :> I gotta say, your child here is the true victim. And yes, it would be messy. You'd end up hating Naoya for it—

But I won't say much, I'll let you read it instead :)

warnings: naoya is your ex-husband. you have a daugther named naomi. naoya's a jerk. naomi is a victim of his idiotness. toxic relationships. physical violence.

also, this is the work anon is referring to (can be read independently.)

Happy reading!!

Sharing custody of your beloved daughter Naomi with Naoya is, as expected, the most surprising, frustrating, and difficult (if not borderline impossible) things to do.

And no, it’s not because you must arrange your schedule to fit this new lifestyle—nothing that ever related to Naomi could be that.

Rather, because of the things Naoya was doing to spite you. He might deny it as much as he wanted, but what else could you call these… questionable behaviors?

First, through setting up thousands of excuses as to why the place Naomi was to visit with him was not good enough.

Sure, you could argue that as her father, he was entitled to… voice his opinion and choose an option that would also be of his liking—it’s their time together, after all, which didn’t happen every day; restricted to the weekends, per previous agreement.

But his suggestions were just so stupid, if not inappropriate for a child!

What made him think that spending the weekend over at this office was any good?

Or going to all these fancy restaurants that limit Naomi when it comes to her behavior?! She’s a kid, for god’s sake—the weekends are supposed to be a break from the boring school routine she’s subjected to on the weekdays!

“The amusement park is too noisy.”

“There’s too many germs at the water park.”

“She if wants to see a movie, she can do it at the house.”

Just to state a few.

It was highly infuriating, to say the least, to see how dismissively he behaved towards his own daughter. Angering enough, that the next time he said one of those stupid comments of his, you couldn’t help but lash out, wondering—

“Do you even love Naomi?”

Naoya remains quiet at your accusation, before opting to scoff in response, rolling his eyes, and leaving.

You believed that it wouldn’t get any worse than this. That it couldn’t.

But oh, how wrong you were.

By the next time Naomi returns from spending the weekend with her father, she runs to your arms as soon as she steps through the door, teary eyed and highly distraught, confiding you with words which prove Naoya can indeed be worse.

No, not worse.

Straight up atrocious.

“Naomi, pumpkin, what’s wrong??” you fret, taking the poor child in a tight embrace as she begins to cry.

“I don’t want to go with papa anymore…” is what she confesses, and at the notion of Naoya doing something stupid, yet again, your chest tightens with anger.

«Just what did he do this time?!» Your mind would frantically wonder, going through a long list of possible causes, hating each one more and more as you went past them.

And yet, no amount of preparation would be comparable to what Naomi eventually confessed.

“Papa made me call a… a woman mama.” She begins. “I—I didn’t want to, but he—he told me I couldn’t go back if I—if I didn’t do it…!”

That’s it.

Naoya has done it.

Officially.

You could respect his intolerance when it comes to doing something genuinely fun, or his lack of tact when being a father—hell, even you were accepting of it, outside of what the law said. Because deep inside you, you still believed he deserved to be in Naomi’s life.

And now that this new advancement rose to the occasion, regardless of how much it hurt you, you were also willing to accept the fact he was moving on with someone else.

But this…

This was beyond your limits.

Because if Naoya had any issues. it would be kept between him and you.

Naomi is nothing but an innocent girl that deserves to have parents that love her, and have nothing but her happiness in mind, doing all what it takes to ensure such a thing!

Not a father that immaturely tried to spite the mother of his child for bitter reasons.

And certainly not a mother that allowed this to go on for far too long.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You’d shriek the moment you got a look at him in his office, Naoya freshly out of a meeting, and rightfully taken aback by your sudden, unannounced visit—any other time, you would’ve cared enough to not have caused a scene, but when it came to Naomi, you didn’t care if this was all his employees and family would talk about for the upcoming weeks.

You just bothered to know what was inside his stupid little fucking mind to have demanded such absurdity from your daughter and disrespected you in the process!

“What are you doing here, Y/N—"

“I can respect you seeing other people, really, I do.” You cut through his words; this isn’t his moment to talk, after all. “In fact, I’m glad you have! Great, you’re moving on!

But I will not tolerate disrespect towards my daughter, or my role as her mother! Did you know Naomi came back home crying because you forced her to call a woman she doesn’t even know her mom? What were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking of what was right.” He quickly interjects, a prominent frown on his face. “Do you think it’s acceptable to have this—this arrangement??”

“No, it’s not, because I should’ve gotten full custody of her!” you cry back. “I can’t believe you managed to convince the judge you were actually a good father to her! But let’s be real, that was your family’s money talking, wasn’t it?”

“Y/N—I won’t allow you to—!”

“Oh, but I have to?!” you gasp. “I have to take the way you treat Naomi weekend after weekend? Dismissing her like she was just a random kid, and not your daughter? Which you wanted to have if I need to remind you! And after all this, you still have the nerve to tell me I’m being disrespectful?!”

“Well, now that we’re talking about reminders, you’d do good in remembering you’re the one that filed for divorce! The whole reason this is happening at all is because of you!”

“Fine! I’ll play the villain if you want to—But I won’t stomach you hurting Naomi!” you cry. “She is your daughter, Naoya! At least have a bit of decorum when it comes to her!”

“Ha! I don’t recall having a daughter so insolent against her own fa—”

Naoya doesn’t even finish his words before your hand lands a slap across his face, a movement so harsh that effectively turns his head to the side, with a sound equally resounding in both his mind and office, that left him both speechless and startled as everyone else quickly exited the room, understanding it was best to leave in their own terms while they still could.

While you, on the other hand, frantically tried to wrap your head around the fact that not only was he comfortable insulting you, but your innocent daughter as well.

The one person that did not deserve any of the horrible things he was doing.

The one act you could never forgive.

“Do not, ever, talk about Naomi like that!” you hiss. “Naomi has been nothing but accepting of your irresponsible parenting! Far more than she should be! In fact, she’s—she’s always excited to wait for the moment she’ll get to see you again, since you don’t bother reaching out to her any other way!

And you still dare talk about her like that?! What is wrong with you, Naoya?! Why are you doing all of this?! You literally don’t have anything in your odds to be behaving this way!

You have a good job, no—you have your whole life set, and you’re moving on with someone else too! So, why must you keep hurting me and your daughter? Are you not satisfied with what you have? With your new life without the wife you hated oh so much?!

Or do we—do we have to be miserable just for you to be happy?”

But even then, Naoya doesn’t respond; instead, he just keeps silent, as if deep in his thoughts while placing his hand over his cheek, carefully feeling the marks of your attack underneath his fingers before eventually glancing back at you.

And you don’t know what it was—perhaps the silence following the turmoil allowed the depths of your emotions to finally settle, or maybe it was the disbelief of reaching your breaking point and hurting Naoya, an act you greatly came to regret later on, pushed you to it— but you’d end up revealing far more than what you initially wanted.

Offering a glimpse of your true feelings, a question that erupted the moment divorce crossed your mind, and filed the papers, continuing to torment you to this day, more so when doing what you did…

“Where—where did we go wrong?”

“You did this.” Naoya accuses—there was fury in his eyes, an expected sentiment after all that transpired. And yet, underneath that fire, something inside you was still able to discern that far from pained by the act… he was sorrowful both got there in the first place. “All of this is your fault—”

“What was I supposed to do, Naoya? Stay behind in a household where I was nothing but miserable, where your family wouldn’t bother respect me, or our daughter, and with you—you allowing all of it? Like we were deserving of it?” you breathe. “Did you…. all this time—Hate me?”

“No, I don’t hate you.” Naoya disputed. “I—I don’t—I never did.”

“Do you hate Naomi, then?” you fret. “How—how could you do that, Naoya? She’s your daughter, for fucks sake! A child! What could she have done to you to earn your hatred?! You—you even wanted her!”

“It’s not—It’s not against her—it never was. I couldn’t do anything to hurt—”

“Then what is it?! What is it that has you so—so angry at us!”

“Y/N—I—I don’t know—”

“Just tell me!” you cry. “Tell me!! Why is it always so hard for you to tell the truth?!”

“I never wanted to hurt Naomi! I could never!”

“Don’t lie to me—not after all the horrible things you’ve done to her! Do you really need us to be miserable just to be happy?! You have everything in the world! Why can’t you just let us go—"

“Because I never wanted you to leave!” He suddenly confesses, a shocking truth that hits you across the face, perhaps much sharper than the slape you gave him, leaving you silent all air leaves your lungs. “I never wanted that—that stupid divorce! Or for you to act like I wasn’t even important to you!”

“Naoya—what does that even—”

“You know damn well what I mean!” he hisses, burning tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “I—I could never hurt Naomi, I wouldn’t dream of it—but it was the only way to get you to look at me. The only way to see you again—or even—or even react to me!”

“Wha—what?”

“Ever since you… ever since we got divorced, is like I don’t exist to you anymore.” Naoya continues, lowering his gaze to the floor, the weight of his actions, as well as your hardened gaze, too much for him to take. “I call you, text you, even try looking for you at your house, but you’re nowhere to be found. Or even… interested in seeing me again.”

“And why would I want to do that?” you murmur, frowning. “With the way you treated me—the way you’re treating our daughter, why would you even think I want to do that?”

“Can you say with certainty, that you don’t feel anything for me anymore, then?” Your ex-husband adds. “That in your heart, there’s nothing—nothing left for me?”

“That’s… that’s not what matters.” You pause. “Not anymore.”

“So that’s it? That’s what you’re going with? You’re just going to abandon this marriage, like it didn’t mean anything?” Naoya takes a step closer to you, and while you move away from him, you don’t do the same at the second attempt, less when he placed his hand over your cheek, gently touching you the same way he’d done many, many years ago—when the two were, perhaps, still in love.

“It meant the world to me, Naoya.” You say, voice trembling, doing your best to not let the tears in your eyes slide down your cheeks—to no avail, caught by his gentle thumb. “There was nothing more than I wanted than to make this marriage work. But… it wasn’t meant to be, no matter how much I tried, or how many children we had—”

“We can still do it—we can still go back and make it better—right this time."

But deep inside you, you knew that wouldn’t be possible.

Because what you hoped Naomi would represent, the one last chance to save this marriage… simply became its doom, a tool for him to use against it as well—a declaration that truly, not even a blessing, like was meant to be for you and him, could do the now impossible task.

After all, if it didn’t happen during the marriage… what security did you have it would happen after? More so with the things he selfishly did to grab your attention?

It was unjust for Naomi. The one person you’ve long accepted to shift your whole existence for, and would willingly continue to do so, even if it meant letting go of what once made you happy.

Or wished that one day would.

Your work was carved out for you, you just… needed to stop being the delusional mother that wished for a happy, healthy marriage with the man you considered the love of your life…

And walk away from the father that is still unwilling to let go. the father from not letting go.

“I hope you enjoyed your weekend with Naomi.” You begin, moving away from his hand and getting a glimpse of his shocked, if not confused, eyes, which gave you the impression he knew what you were to say—

Or perhaps, the reluctance to accept this was to happen.

“Because it’ll be the last.”

Ex-husband was too merciful of a title to give him.

With at that happened, and all you needed to do…

No one was more fitting.

Oof, that was angsty :s well, it's safe to say Y/N and Naoya are not happening again.

I honestly always liked the idea that if Y/N and Naoya break up/divorce, they wouldn't date again. Sure, they'd try, specially with Naoya's family, but they would never move on. They can't—their fates were destined to be with one another, and if not possible, then that's it—no other person can come into their life.

Gee, how... dramatic of me lol. But, well, I like tragic stories :)

Anyways, I hope it was to your liking! Thank you so much for this angsty ask heheh. Take care, and hope to see you soon!! ❤️❤️

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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websterss · 1 year

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Imagine

Just laying down beside Ethan and talking about the most random stuff like what you planned on doing in the future

What it was like growing up, your guys favorite movies, drinks, food, candy all of that

Then like out of nowhere he says something like "one day I will marry you" which just makes you shocked because it was

Really cute but the most random thing that he could say so you didn't really know who to respond to that and he goes on about wanting to have family with you , for some reason

It makes you cry but it wasn't because it was sad but because it so cute 🤭

“Wait-“ Ethan’s face scrunches with a laugh. “You cut your hair because you wanted to look like a cowboy?” Ethan can’t stop his laughter. (This is actually true people I did do this as a kid, just thought it’d be funny to include lmfao)

“I honestly don’t remember what the hell was going through my mind. My mom had a heart attack when she saw what I’d done to my long hair. I went my early daycare days with a bowl cut!” Your eyes close as you laugh. “My hair was up to my ears!”

“Your poor mom. I bet she was furious.”

“Oh she was mad! But then again I did it again in third grade. Then again last semester because I thought that I could cut my own bangs. She was not impressed all three times!”

“Wait is that why you always wore bobby pins in your hair. I just thought you liked pinning your hair back.”

“You’d think I’d put pins in my hair willingly? It was not a choice!” You chuckled

“You’re hair looks nice now.” Ethan raked his eyes over your face.

“That’s cause I stopped messing with it.” Silence settles over you two. Ethan fiddles with a lose string on his comforter. Then you reverse the question he had asked you, onto him.

“What was your childhood like?”

Ethan hesitates for a second then lays back. Eyes up to the ceiling, hands sprawled over his stomach.

“It wasn’t anything like yours. I can tell you that…” He lets out a faint nervous laugh. “Things were good…at least when my mom was still around.”

“Yeah…you told me she passed away from ca-“

“Cancer yeah. It was pretty hard on my dad. My siblings too but uh yeah. I remember when she was still around. We used to bake almost every day. I can whip up a mean chocolate chip cookie by the way.” He quirks a cheeky grin your way. “And uh…things were good. Honestly, my moms probably the reason why I’m into scary movies. Dad wouldn’t let me watch them, but mom would. We’d watch as many as we could before he’d get back from work. It was our thing…” He scoffs a little laugh. Eyes staring off. You smile fondly at him. Heart swelling at this.

“I bet you miss her.”

“A lot…” He moves his chin up and down. You go to lay down beside him. Side by side on his bed.

“You know…if you want we can head back to my place. I’m pretty sure I’d have dough and chocolate chips…” You sit up. Ethan turns his head to look up at you.

“Right now?” He looks to the clock at his nightstand.

“Yeah, why not. You can sleep over too. Tell me more about your wonderful mysterious life some more.” You giggled, taking one of his hands and fiddle with his fingers. “Plus I’d get your mean whipped up chocolate chip cookies. Milk and kisses included.”

“How do you I’m not lactose intolerant?”

“You ate my left over chocolate chip ice cream last week. I’d think I’d know if you were.” You push back his curls. He sighs as your fingers rake through his hair. Your smile remains. You were game for leaving to your place and baking with him just after he told you he and his mom used to do so. God he loved you. He mirrors your smile and sits up. You lean back slightly to not bump heads with him.

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan’s smile grows watching your eyes grow and pupils dilate. Your mouth opens up slightly.

“What?”

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan repeats himself, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh yeah…” Your heart swells with a giddy fluttering feeling.

“Yeah…” His eyes softens. Eyes taking over your soft features.

“So who’d be the one to ask then. You or me?” You play into it, but you could see he was being serious.

“It wouldn’t matter to me, but if you didn’t then I would.”

“So if i spontaneously asked you now. You’d say yes?”

“Yeah!” He nods.

“Will you marry me then?”

“Fuck yes…” He sighs, cupping your face and pulling you on top of him. You squeal as he flips you both over. Him hovering over you now. “A million times yes without a doubt.”

“Promise...” You breathe in and out. Hands raking in his hair.

“My minds made up. You’re all I want.” He leans down to collide his lips against yours.

#‣ julie answers #ashlesys-blog #scream vi:hcs

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blade-that-was-broken · 24 days

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Well there’s child that bites that’s Bruce jr I believe, there is the one that got stuck in the ketchup bottle that one is also real hyperactive so maybe HC those two as twins make em identical nightmare children. I saw a fanfic where one of Bruce’s kids was like super allergic and intolerant to practically everything which causes problems cause Bruce owns a restaurant. And of course there is anarchist daughter. You should definitely give Bruce and brandy at least one pair of twins or triplets to justify him eventually having like 8-9 kids by the time he’s like 40ish.

Thanks for the ideas! Since we basically know nothing about them and most of them I don't even think have names at this point (?) it can be kinda of difficult. Bruce was about 13 when their parents divorced and it has been about fifteen years so Bruce is only about 28 at this point. He's not done having kids but he's got several already.

"Those two are twins, Jr. likes to bite," Bruce grimaced a little as he showed John some pictures. Brandy insisted on driving back home, even though Bruce said he could do it. He wasn't sure what her game plan was but she wasn't taking no for an answer. John just silently looked at whatever Bruce showing him at any given time and didn't seem to mind the rant and chatter. "And his twin is really... hyperactive. I love them to death but wow, they are everywhere, you have no idea."

"I can probably fix the biting," John replied.

He'd been doing that, insisting he could help or fix things or whatever. Bruce really wasn't sure what to make of it. His first instinct had been thinking that John thought there was something wrong with his kid that needed to be fixed and that made him upset. Sure, Jr. shouldn't be biting and they would work on that but he wasn't some broken thing to be fixed.

John said everything so plainly and Bruce couldn't really determine his meaning.

But he kept telling himself that John wasn't exactly himself either. The doctors said he would probably come back to himself. He just didn't really know who his brother was anymore.

"Uh... this one is allergic to pretty much life in general, especially cats, for some reason?" he said, flipping through the photo. "Which is tough because out neighbor loves cats and well... he's been kind of taking a liking to them too."

"Feed him eggs from a farm with barn cats," John replied.

"Uh... what?"

John looked up at him and tilted his head a little. Bruce had to take a moment to take that in. Clay did the same thing. Geez, how was he going to tell everyone else? He'd figure that out later.

"Helps with allergies."

"Okay...? It can be difficult with the restaurant since there is a bunch of stuff he's allergic and intolerant of but we are working on a medication regiment. And he's not really supposed to be around the kitchen anyways," he continued, trying to keep things normal but his speech just kept getting quicker and more excited. "They are going to love you. They have always wanted an uncle living close by. I know technically you don't have to stay out here but it is the best and you have an in!"

"An... in?"

"Me!" Bruce nodded with a grin. "I can get you set up with a fantastic place when you are recovered, if you want. You can stay with us as long as you want, I just know a lot of people tend to be independent so I thought hey, maybe he'd want a little place on the beach or something instead but then again, we haven't really seen each other in..."

"Alright, honey," Brandy interrupted. "You are getting a little excited."

"Where else would he go? We are by far the most financially stable and it's Hawaii for heaven's sake. People would kill to live here. There can't possibly be anywhere better. He doesn't even have an address."

Brandy just shot him a slight glare in the rearview mirror.

"Uh, he's right... uhm about the address thing," John confessed. "If I needed to spend my leave off base, I usually just found a camping spot or stayed with one of my squad."

Brandy's face twisted into something interested and possibly mischievous. John wouldn't have been able to catch it but Bruce definitely could. "Oh! We would love to hear about them! You must be very close."

"We are," John shrugged, lightly. "Might as well be family at this point. Kinda curated an orphans, losers and runaways club. Or in my case, all three," he chuckled.

It was the first time Bruce heard any sound that could possibly be classified as vague amusement from John, although Bruce wasn't entirely sure if it was genuine. He knew one thing; he didn't really like the type of humor.

"Except for Chaz, he's just a fool," John snorted. "They wouldn't let me get rid of him."

"What about the others?"

"Dickory is one of the best. He's very cunning but you can count on him even in strange plans. Pete is retired, not that you'd ever know he was there in the first place. Barely said a word. We useta call him Growly Pete cause that's generally how he was."

Okay. Best friend. Crotchety old man. This was okay. This seemed normal.

"Tresillo... hasn't been with us long but he's shaping up to be a good kid. Needed some discipline but considering his parents weren't exactly in the picutre, I get where he's comin from. He's grown a lot in the time that he's been with us, we're really proud of him."

Brandy glanced at Bruce again. He knew what she was thinking.

He wasn't going to think about it.

"Anyone else?" she asked.

He listed off a few more. "And then... and then Delta."

"Oh! Who is Delta?" Brandy asked with a smile.

"She's mah girl."

His what?

"My partner in crime, the law, whatever you wanna call it," John replied, rubbing his arm and looking out the window. "Go-to gal, best friend, right hand man or I'm hers, whatever you got, it's us. By some miracle the military thought it best to keep us stationed together. She ain't crazy but probably a good choice on their part."

"So, I suppose we will be seeing her visit sometime?"

"I'll haveta call her sister and see what all happened after well, this," John shrugged. "But maybe. It used to be where you found one of us, you wouldn't find the other far behind. I dunno how that'll be now. Things are different, but uhm... I'm hopin' she''ll come around sometime.''

#ask #soldier on au #i lost a whole page sobs #so I don't really remember what JD said about Tresillo and Delta and had to start over #I'm really sad about it

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rinwritesfics · 8 months

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Intolerable

Plot: Wolffe makes your life quite difficult sometimes.

Warnings: In-universe swears

Word Count: 859

Author’s Note: Wolffe. That's it. That's the note.

Wolffe was nearly intolerable. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t a medic, but you were.

Some of the troopers were really good patients. But some, like Wolffe, didn’t think they needed to be a patient.

“Why are you fighting me on this Wolffe?! You sprained your ankle!”

“Because I don’t need some kriffing medic wrapping it for me when I’m perfectly capable!”

“This is my job!”

“Well, go do it elsewhere!”

It hurt, but you tried not to show it. You took a measured breath. “I get it, you don’t like me. But General Plo decided I was the best fit for his ‘bros,’ so here I am. You don’t like it? Take it up with him.”

“I think I will.”

You softened your voice a little. “At least let me wrap your ankle before you do.”

He looked ready to snap, then stopped and nodded. His energy while he sat on the table was palpable and exhausting to wok around, but finally, the wrap was done. As soon as you had finished, he darted out as fast as he could without crutches. That man was going to wind right back on that table.

You grumbled and turned to the supply cabinet to put usable supplies away. Most of the time, you really did like him. Heck, you might have gone so far as to say you had a crush on him. But first of all, you were a medic, and second, he acted like… well, like that.

The next day, General Plo approached you and you inwardly groaned. Wolffe had done it. You were in for it. You were getting moved, bye bye 104th.

“General Plo,” you greeted, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt.

As was per usual for the General, he spoke kindly. “Hello, Y/N. I presume you know what I’m here about?”

You deflated. “When do I need to pack my bag?”

The general laughed heartily. “Pack your bag? No! I’m here to congratulate you! Not many make the Commander nervous like that.”

Now you were wildly confused. “Nervous? I thought I pissed him off. I thought you were here to -”

“To send you off? No. This is even more reason to keep you. Keep up the good work. I’m here so I can say I officially discussed this with you.” You couldn’t quite see the smile on his face, but what you didn’t see you could hear in his voice. He was positively delighted at this turn of events, although you were baffled as to why.

Later, a member of the Pack came to see you. And it wasn’t just any member, it was Wolffe himself. He looked like a child whose hand was caught in the sweets jar with the small slump in his shoulders.

You cleared your throat and turned to face him. “Commander, what can I do for you?”

“I came to apologize.”

Your lips parted and you were certain you had misheard him. “Oh.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re a very capable medic.”

“Well, thanks.” Then it occurred to you and you snorted. “Did the General send you to do this?”

Wolffe’s eyebrows furrowed. “No, he did not.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for making an assumption.”

“You should be.” Then he covered his mouth and swore.

“Alright Wolffe, you wanna do this now, then let’s do this now. What the kriff is your Force-forsaken problem? Are you trying to make me resign? Push all the wrong buttons? Well, congrats. You’ve pushed every. Last. One! Now get out of my medbay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”

“Congrats for realizing it. Now leave.”

“I always say the wrong thing around you because you make me nervous!”

You stood up straight, back still turned to him. “What?”

“I get nervous around you. Does that make you feel better now? The Commander of the 104th gets nervous around the medic because he’s too damn worried about the future to tell them that he likes them! So he says stupid osik like the di’kut that he is and pushes them away instead, hoping that he will get past it by keeping the medic at arm’s length and ruining any chance he might have!”

You turned around, thinking he’s pranking you, but his cheeks were darkened, his chest was heaving, and he looked like he was about to kick something out of frustration. Then you stormed over to him, grabbed him by the blacks at the front of his neck, and pulled his face to yours to kiss him. As soon as your lips met, his hands went all over, eventually landing one on your lower back and the other on the back of your head to hold you in place. You both fought for dominance of the kiss before you pulled back.

“You’re right,” you said, breathing heavily. “He does say stupid shit. And if he wants to keep the medic right in his arms, he’d better start saying nice things.”

“You’re incredible,” he said, trying to pull you back in and you giggled.

“Mm, that’s a good start.” You let yourself get wrapped up in the kiss again.

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sollattes · 8 months

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I dont remember if i had sent another request before but here i am again 🥺💕 If requests are open, CAN I ASK FOR ONE FOR MY PRECIOUS TSUJI 😭😭 IT CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT BUT IM DYING FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS ONES AHHSJDJE LOVE YAA 💕💕💕🥰

Flirting with the enemy

tsuji x himuro!reader

note: reader considers ghandi as her brother even though they are not blood related, so that's why it's "brothers"

You were part of the kamasaka gang as your brothers were leading it, but not as someone who fights, no. Hell no. Both reiji and ghandi would rather die than have you with even just a single bruise, but as their 'healer' or 'doctor' of some sort.

One thing you didn't really expect was both of your brothers to beaten up this badly though you already knew that the whole 'three-school-alliance' was bullshit since the 'leader' of it is an intolerable asshole.

"I don't know if the two of you are really dumb, really brave, or really bravely stupid" you scolded them while handing ghandi an ice pack then putting more ointment on reiji's bruised lip.

"You can say both," reiji flashed a shit-eating-grin and then followed by ghandi's laugh of agreement, but both of them quickly shut up when they saw your glare directed towards them.

You just sighed dissapiontedly and rolled your eyes at them, then continued on treating reiji while from time to time checking in ghandi.

Looking at your med supplies, you were short on bandages and alcohol so you quickly informed your brothers about it and then went to the pharmacy to at least stock up a bit.

In the store you were met with one of the dudes that your brothers talked to you about, it was the dude with the braids, and as usual, he was with his two other friends, todoroki? Was the glasses guy's name and the big dude you absolutely have no idea what's his name.

You avoided them skillfully like the plague, though fate was not on your side, and you bumped into 'braids guy', making the things that the both of you were holding fall onto the ground.

You bumped into tsuji's chest quite hard that it made grunt in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, omg. Are you okay?" You apologised profusely, helping him pick up the things that fell.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," tsuji assured you, then also bent down to help pick the things that were on the ground.

While helping him pick up the things that fell, your hands softly grazed at each other, and both of you met eyes after feeling the contact and just softly smiled at each other

Tsuji did not expect his chest to throb again after getting beaten up by ebera, but this time, it was not from pain but from being flustered on how pretty you are.

Now that you were seeing him this close, he was really pretty even with small bruises scattered in his face.

Both todoroki and Shiba looked around to look for tsuji as he was taking too long in the bandages Isle. They found the both of you just quietly flirting with each other with your glances and quiet laughs. Shiba tried to call tsuji but just got ignored. Then both Shiba and Todo just made a knowing look with each other and just decided to leave tsuji alone with you.

"I'm really sorry again, I didn't look where I was going," you sheepishly smiled at him and picked the last of your things on the ground.

"Like I said, it's totally fine," tsuji handed the last of your dropped things, then put his hands on his pockets.

"Hey, look, how about I make up to you? I know there's a really good takoyaki spot nearby," you offered tsuji while paying at the counter.

You really do wanna make it up to him, totally not because you want to get to know him. No, not that all. And plus, your brothers would probably kill this guy if they ever find out you hung out with him.

Of course, tsuji agreed since he also wanted to get to know you better, and the opportunity presented itself, so who was he to deny that.

After exiting the pharmacy, both of you went to the takoyaki store that you were talking about. When both of you were done buying, you found a park stair and decided that you would just chill there and talk with him, considering you still don't know each other's names

While eating takoyaki with tsuji, you found out a lot of things about him, and both of you have a lot in common.

Being so ingrossed with your conversation with tsuji, you didn't notice the time, but it was already too late, reiji and ghandi were already looking for you.

Reiji and ghandi were already turning the city upside down to look for you.

Once reiji spotted you with tsuji, he immediately saw red. The rage hat reiji felt was immeasurable.

Reiji grabbed tsuji's collar, "YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU NEAR THEM EVER AGAIN," he warned tsuji.

Tsuji did not care if reiji was threatening him. All he cared at that moment was you, he coudnt even hear reiji's voice anymore once he met your teary and afraid eyes.

"Reiji please just stop, it was my fault too please stop let's just go," you pleaded not knowing why you want to protect tsuji but still you'll feel responsible if ever got hurt.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM," your brother gave one last warning to tsuji and dragged you away from there.

You left tsuji with one last apologetic glance before letting your brother drag you back in order not to cause further commotion.

Tsuji fought hard to not go after you, though by doing that he'll just cause a scene more so for now he won't do anything but he'll make sure that this won't your last meeting, he doesn't care if reiji would destroy as long as he can see you everything will be worth it.

note: Hey, babes ! I don't really know how to write enemies to lovers, so I wrote this instead. I'm also sorry of its late . hope you still like it.

#high and low fic #high and low #high and low the worst #high and low the worst cross #tsuji #tsuji x reader #i dont know to write enemies to lovers but still here you go

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mercurygray · 1 month

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hiii merc, could i please request from the one-word prompts #21 "phone" and/or from the passion prompts list #9 "arousing," for marion/harding? thank you <3 — @shoshiwrites

Shoshi, I had too much fun with this.

🌶️! Innuendo alert! Consensual adults are talking dirty and teasing each other about doing consensual things later.

It was a wonder he was getting any work at all done under these conditions.

Intolerable, really, when you thought about it - that he was slaving away here in the Operations room, reviewing the aerial photographs of their bomb damage from the run last week and discussing the best way they could keep everyone on target for the next run, and she was going in and out of her office like she wasn't the most gorgeous woman in the room. She was a distraction - and he wanted to make sure she knew it.

Neil excused himself from the photographs and walked over to Marion's office, letting tiny Sergeant Dacre squeak by so she could run the latest telex over to Bubbles Payne's desk. He tapped his knuckles twice on the door and Marion looked up from the file drawer she was going through. "Captain Brennan, I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about something."

She looked vaguely confused, but nodded, and he let himself in, leaving the door wide open as he did so, the rest of the ops room all bustle and noise.

"Speaking theoretically, of course," he said, leaning against the file cabinet with its open drawer, his voice just low enough that the chatter and bang in the next room rode straight over them, "if a fellow were to shut the door right now so he could show you a good time, what would he be doing?"

She looked up from her files with surprise in her eyes, and, meeting his gaze, realized after a moment what he was doing here. "Theoretically."

"Of course."

"How much of a good time? Five minutes?"

He shrugged. "Say ten."

She nodded, considering this proposal. "And the door's locked?"

"Well, he doesn't want to be interrupted if she doesn't," Neil allowed, though his heart jumped a little at the idea of doing whatever it was she was going to suggest with the extra threat of being discovered hanging over their heads.

"And he wants to show me a good time?"

He gave a nod and shifted against the side of the file drawers. "Your time is very valuable and he can, ahem, attend to his own needs later."

"I see." She glanced down at the folder in her hand and flipped through it once. "Well. In that case, I'd say he could lock the door, and while he's doing that I might help myself out of my jacket, and loosen my skirt a little, and then I'd ask him to sit down in my chair so I could sit on his lap."

"Mmmhm."

She gave one last glance through the folder, put it back in the drawer, and pulled out another. "And then I'd like him to get his hand up my skirt."

He nodded slowly. "Right. How far?"

"As far as he'll go," she said, locking eyes with him. "Provided he brought a handkerchief." She put the second folder back and moved to the second filing cabinet, and he followed, mindful not to touch her as he moved around her to the other side of the drawer.

"Brave girl. May he be allowed to kiss you during this proceeding?"

"He may. It may in fact be a condition of it." She opened another drawer. "I may even need to open my shirt a little so he can kiss me a few places the rest of the world can't see."

He almost laughed. "Miss Brennan, are you saying you'd like a hickey?"

"Maybe I am, Mr. Harding." She snapped the drawer closed and looked straight at him. "Is that objectionable?"

"I'll see if he can oblige," he managed. "Full satisfaction, of course, with the - the hand and the skirt."

She nodded and smiled, looking down at her own shoes. "Of course. We have ten whole minutes." She sniffed delicately. "And - theoretically speaking - if the - ah, gentleman has met all of these requirements for showing me a good time, how do you think he's going to be feeling after all of this?"

"Like he's going to need to find a closet of his own so he can knock one off in private," Harding said with a grin, leaning in just a little closer. "And think about how gorgeous you're gonna look later in his bed when he does it again with your clothes off."

She nodded and made a small sound of assent, meeting his eye again with a damnably compelling smile, seemingly unfazed by the entire conversation when he could almost promise she was already getting wet just thinking about it.

"Captain Brennan?" Dacre was back at the door again.

"Well, we'll have to discuss it all more later, Captain," Harding said, his voice returning to his normal volume. "Thank you for that."

"Of course, sir," Marion said with a perfectly pleasant, even smile. Harding nodded and walked back to the workstation with the photos, silently planning exactly what later would look like.

#asked and answered #shoshiwrites #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #marion brennan #harding x oc

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char-lotta · 2 years

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After the End (part one)

Pairing: Jake x MC

Warnings: Heavy spoilers for episode 10. Contains later in the story explicit adult material (like seriously, can't emphasize this too much, basically smut). 🔥🔥

Author notes: see the ending

After the End

The silence was hurting her ears, like it was almost deafening tone. The room was dark, sun had set ages ago and normally, she would have been sleeping for hours now. But not today. Only light in the room was coming from her phone, where she kept reading the last words of their conversation. Her hold on the phone was tight, as she was afraid of dropping it, losing connection with him.

I cannot go without telling you.

Without telling me what?

Something I’ve bene meaning to tell you for a long time.

What do you want to tell me?

I love you.

I love you too, Jake

He loved her and she loved him. She had known it for a while now, but with everything going on, she had actively pushed her thoughts back. They had to find Hannah, and her friends had been in constant danger. It was so odd, how they had known with Jake for a such a short time, but she felt like she had known him all her life. How naturally they trusted and respected each other’s, and how her heart always skipped a beat when he messaged him.

When Richy had revealed himself as being the man without a face, the initial shock had changed to anger. He was supposed to be their friend and she had thought Richy was also her friend too. How could he have done all of this? What kind of person treats others this way? Hannah had told the group what happened in the mine, how Richy had set up the fire and never came out… They all had found out that their friend had betrayed them and then they lost him all in 30 minutes span. Jessy was a mess, and she had tried to call her many times, but Dan had let her know that she couldn’t stop crying and was no condition to speak. Lilly had called her parents to pick them up and they all were going into the hospital to see Hannah. She tried to feel relief for them, but when she knew that her most important person was still in the mines somewhere and FBI was there… The only thought she had, that she couldn’t breathe until she knew he was alright and safe.

I love you

I love you too, Jake

The minutes and hours felt like years. The first rays of the sun peeked behind the curtains, and she still hadn’t heard from him. When she heard her next-door neighbor leaving to work, she snapped out of her trance. Something had gone wrong; she just knew it. He would have texted her soon as he was out of the mine, he knew that she was waiting. Panic started swell on her again, rising in intolerable levels. She had to do something, but what?

What could she do? How could she help from her couch? He was somewhere deep in the mines, alone in the dark, without aid. All their friends and his sisters were in the hospital, and all he got was her. She jumped from the couch, confused, and saw herself on the mirror. Dark circles under her eyes revealed that it was 30 hours since she last slept, but that wasn’t important now. She realized that there was only one thing which she could do.

She would go to Duskwood.

When the taxi finally drove in her driveway, she hopped in and stuffed her backpack in the backseat with her. Quick glance on her phone told her that she had no new messages, and she had only an hour before her flight would leave.

“To the airport, please. Take the fastest route.”

They passed the suburbs way too slowly in her opinion, but soon they were in the highway, speeding up. Within fifteen minutes, they arrived in the airport. Because she was travelling lightly and had done the check in within her phone on her way, she got through the security just in time to see that her gate for the flight had opened. When she finally sat down on her seat and looked outside of the window, she allowed herself to let one tear slip.

I love you.

I love you too, Jake.

Six hours later, she arrived at the small train station of Duskwood. She had managed to get some sleep during the flight and connecting train, but she still felt like she had been hit by a car. She picked her phone again for the thousandth time for that day and saw that she still hadn’t got new messages and Jake was still offline. The conductor whistled, and the train started moving again, leaving her alone in the platform.

She still hadn’t a plan and couldn’t form one without getting information about the current situation. She knew that only person she could contact to get some, was someone who Jake would not approve, but she didn’t have a choice. She opened her contacts on the messaging app and typed slowly. She had to play her cards right and not cause any additional issues.

Alan,

I hope I have finally convinced you that I was not the person who you were looking for, and you can trust me.

She waited for a couple of minutes, when the familiar pen showed up, scribbling on the screen.

You haven’t been a suspect in this case in any point.

She contemplated her words. She couldn’t reveal too much, but Alan’s previous warning had indicated that he knew, that Jake was the one FBI was looking for. But he had given her a much-needed warning.

Oh, Alan. You and me both know, that is a lie. But I am not going to hold on a grudge. ps. Did FBI found what they were looking for?

She bit her lip, as always when she was nervous. She saw Alan typing something, deleting it and then he started typing again.

Duskwood police is grateful for FBI’s aid on this case and the gathering of the evidence is still ongoing and I am not going to give any additional information regarding this matter.

Shit, shit, shit. That had to mean that FBI was still in the mines, looking for Jake. She was relieved that he hadn’t been caught, but the task of saving him would be impossible task when FBI was still in the area. No, not impossible, she reminded herself, that’s why she had come her. There was a chance, but she just would have to take it.

She rented a car, not a too big, so it would not attract interest. They also gave her a map for the area, which she appreciated a lot. She trailed the route to the waterfall from the parking place with her finger but realized quickly that it was probably full of police and FBIs cars and staff. She covered her hair with the baseball cap and put sunglasses on her face, checking herself from the car sunscreen mirror. With a map on her hand, she looked just like a regular tourist. She doubted that anyone would recognize her, but better safe than sorry. She had booked a cabin during her way on the airport, and quick glance on the map revealed to her that it was in secluded are in farther south from Duskwood, where the mines were. Her hands trembled when she folded the map and put it in her pocket, she had never been this afraid in her life before. She took a long breath and held her head against the steering wheel.

I love you

I love you too, Jake.

She started the engine.

After 15 minutes of drive, she saw the parking place for the beginning of the trail. It was packed and she could spot the blue and red lights from afar. There was no way that she could pull the stupid tourist-impression with that crowd. Frustrated cry escaped from her lips, and she pressed the speed pedal. There had to be other way. She kept driving and glanced the policemen while passing them and soon she couldn’t see them anymore from her rear mirror. She tried to look up where to pull over, and finally spotted a place beside the main road, which looked like an abandoned bus stop. When she had turned off her engine, she looked at the map again.

According to Jake, the mines were 60 miles long, and he could be anywhere in those 60 miles. She googled the cave site archives, where Jake had retrieved his map from and looked at all the entrances. Jake had said that he didn’t know other exits than the main one and the one which Richy had used, and the latter one just had a fire. She knew that Jake wouldn’t go to the part of the tunnels he didn’t know of, that would just be guaranteed getting lost option. But if he had his map with him (which was very likely), he would have to choose one of the other exits. What would you do, what you would do in this situation, she kept asking herself and then she realized.

If there would be FBI waiting in all the exits, it wouldn’t make sense to try to get to them. They also couldn’t search all the 60 miles simultaneously, so they would have to look in sections. The mines were dark, maps weren’t reliable and offered multiple spots to take cover. It would make prefect sense to hide, until FBI would think that he had managed to escape before securing the exits. That she would do, trick them believing that she would have already left…

Suddenly, this realization caused her to get more anxious. How long could he hide in the dark? Did he have any food with him? Or water? Maybe that was the reason he didn’t answer her messages since he would have to turn his phone off to save battery. She zoomed in for the map again, trying to look out what kind of things mines had. She had seen a shaft from the picture, but she didn’t know what mines usually looked like. Was there more of shafts? Would he get deeper or closer towards the ground?

This was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He would have tried to get far as he could from where Richy had held Hannah, because that area would be the main focus for the police. The main entrance was also off limits, and that left only one route available. She followed the markings of the map, where the road would be halting into a crossroad and again later for another crossroad. How could she know which way he would choose? She looked farther from the map and saw that the rest of the exits would be along the long road in the end of the tunnels. It would make sense that he would keep in close of them if he would need quick way out.

She looked at her other map, where the landscape was drawn and looked where each exit was. It wouldn’t be reasonable to come out in area, where there was no possibility of hiding, so she could cross few of them over, like the one which was located near of the busy road. She managed to narrow the possible exits for two, both were in secluded place and there was lots of forest around of them, no traffic, or human habitats. The map from cave archives showed that the tunnels were collapsed around the first exit, but the second one appeared to be intact. It had to be this one, she thought. She didn’t want to consider the option she might be wrong in here, there was so much in stake here. She had to be right.

I love you

I love you too, Jake

The plan started to form in her head, but she would need one more thing before she could go.

A distraction.

Her sister answered her call with a groggy voice. The tone of her voice implied that there had been again sleepless nights for her too, but different reasons than hers. Her sister had a baby six months ago with her husband Doug, and her nephew wasn’t keen on sleeping. For a moment she felt sting of her conscious bugging her, but she pushed it away.

“Sarah, I need a favor from you.”

“No, you can’t borrow my car today, we have a doctor’s appointment –“, her sister started, but she quickly stopped her.

“I don’t need your car. I need you to listen to me very carefully now”, she told her, and something in her voice stopped her sister’s argument instantly. “Is Doug at home? Can you put him on the phone with me?”

“Are you in trouble? MC, what’s going on?” her sister sounded worried. “Why would you –“

“Sarah, please. This is very important, and I’ll explain everything to you later but now I really need to talk Doug”, she pleaded in a desperate tone. She knew that there was no way that she would actually explain her sister what was going on later, but that did calm her enough to put her husband on the phone.

Doug was engineer in multinational company and often reminisced his university years, where he and his roommate would do some hacking on local newspaper site, putting false news on the website and that kind of things. Nothing too serious which would have landed him in actual trouble, but he did have basic skills on hacking websites.

“MC? What’s up?” she heard him asking on the phone. She heard him being confused, she had never called directly on him.

“I need a huge favor from you, and I shouldn’t ask it for you. But I don’t have anyone else to ask and you’re my only hope”, she told him and couldn’t prevent the low sob.

“MC, everything is alright, don’t cry. What can I do for you?”

She then spent the next ten minutes convincing her sisters husband and ensuring that he would know how to do his task without getting in caught. He assured her that he had his ways and could protect himself, but she could hear that he was uncertain about this. It was literally poking a bear, she knew it, but it had to be a proper distraction, otherwise it wouldn’t work, and all this would be for nothing. When Doug finally agreed on her instructions, she started sobbing again on relief. She quickly said goodbyes and terminated the call, sending him the necessary files before switching her screen off.

She drove her car 15 kilometers in southbound and saw the gravel road she was supposed to turn. It wasn’t directly for the cave entrance (that would have risen suspicions too much), but close enough so she could hike there and keep her car hidden at the same time. When she was sure no one could see her, she turned to the gravel road and found a perfect spot for her car, where it wasn’t visible from the main road.

She pulled her hair on a bun and changed her t-shirt to a pullover. When she had gathered all her things and gotten off from the car, the fear set in her heart. This was it. If she would fail, her life would get harder, but not hard as near Jake's would get. She took a sip from her water and opened her phone. It was 7 pm, and the dark would set soon. She made sure that she knew which way she should go and played her plan again and again in her head.

In a half an hour, the sun had disappeared behind the trees, and she started her journey towards the entrance of the mine. She followed the blue spot which indicated her location on the map. When she was around 400 meters away in a creek, she opened her browser and saw that Doug had accomplished his task. There also was a text message from Alan.

I doubt this was a coincidence.

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Now she had to hope that her plan would be enough to get those FBI agents lured from the mines. She slowed her steps and could hear car door slamming further down the creek. She crept behind a tree and peeked towards the entrance. She saw the agents packing their things up in a hurry and disappearing in their cars, the fastest one was already on the road. Within minutes, the last one left the parking area, and she was alone. She waited for extra ten minutes just to make sure that there would not be anyone left in the forest, and when she was finally convinced that there were no others, she started to ascend lower to the entrance.

The entrance was old and the air coming down the tunnels smelled murky. It was so, so dark. She had joked that she was happy that she didn’t had to be the one to go there and now… She bit her lip again and looked down with her flashlight. The light showed only the first steps of the stairs. She stepped on the first step, and it creaked under her foot. The noise was so loud that only then she realized that she had been holding her breath. Oh, come on, get a grip of yourself now and just go. You know why you are here.

The self-given pep-talk helped, and she started to ascend the steps down. The trip down felt like a lifetime, and she kept looking at her back, where the soft light from the last daylight kept getting smaller and smaller, until finally she couldn’t see it anymore. There was darkness behind her and in front of her. Great.

She arrived in the first tunnel, and she knew from her previous map researching that she should turn left and then right, to get to the area where she should start look for Jake. She hoped that the map would be correct on this part of the tunnels, and she wouldn’t have to wander too much blind. She grabbed some stones and piled them up, so she would know which way she should go when she got back.

If I get lost in here, I just banished all the possible rescue to other side of the city.

The thought wasn’t comforting, and she had to try and think of something else. The tunnels were darker than in Jake’s picture and the camera hadn’t captivate the moisture of the air. The air was damp and heavy, and it felt like pushing her down. She pointed at her flashlight in the direction she was supposed to go and started walking. The ceiling was low, and she could hear water dripping farther down in the tunnel. Some halls were covered in large rocks and the passages had become narrow.

She thought about Jake. What if she was wrong and he had managed to get out of the mines? What if she was alone in here and the mines would collapse and bury her body. No one knew she was here, and this was the last place anyone would look out her. Her hands started shaking again and the light bounced on the walls. She thought she saw some shapes deeper in the tunnel and swore she could hear whispers. She would die here alone, and no one would know. The mine would claim human life again, first the cave workers and then Richy, and now her…

I love you

I love you too, Jake

She started to feel dizzy, her skin tingled, and she realized that her breathing had become troubled. Is this a panic attack? I’ve never had one before. She stopped and put her hand on the wall to support her. She focused on her breathing, trying to get air to her lungs which were screaming of need. She then remembered her first aid class from the school, which had been many years ago. The instructor had told them that if person is speaking, she is breathing normally. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Maybe she should try it.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded stranded and weird, not like her own at all. “Jake? Can you hear me? It’s me, MC. I’ve done something stupid which probably makes you very mad at me, but I have come here looking for you.”

The darkness didn’t respond, and she could hear her own voice echoing on the empty tunnel walls. She had walked maybe 15 minutes in the tunnels now and kept marking her way out during the way with the stone piles.

“I really hope that you’re here, I came up with this glorious plan and wouldn’t want it to go to waste. So, I would appreciate some kind of sign it you are and I’m not talking to the ghosts you mentioned. That kind of signs are not needed, thank you.”

She kept talking and when she formed the words with her mouth, her breathing got paced regular and it seemed to help, at least her breathing wasn’t sounding so… barking anymore.

“You’re probably wondering why on earth I’m talking aloud alone, but this was something Mrs. Blunt teach us in the first aid class when I was in college. I swear that I am not trying to worry you, but I’ve come to the realization that I don’t like darkness, I don’t like tight spaces and I sure don’t like underground tunnels deep in the ground. I didn’t know that I was claustrophobic. Not a great timing for this kind of realization, I know.”

There still wasn’t any sign of Jake. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized that she was crying.

“This is bad. I shouldn’t be crying, but I am so, so afraid this moment and I shouldn’t be. Everything is alright, everything is alright, everything is alright”, she repeated this mantra and looked at her feet because her sight seemed to get worst within minutes. Her feet were trembling now too. The tunnel was spinning, or was she spinning? She didn’t know, all she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears, which drummed so hard that she was sure it would break out from her rib cage in any minute now.

Her mantra got slurred, something was wrong in her mouth. Why couldn’t she move her tongue?

This was mistake. She had failed.

I love you

I love you too, Jake

She felt her feet starting to give away. Her hands didn’t work, and she would soon hit the floor in her face first. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, which never came. Instead, she felt pressure on her sides and her body standing up.

“MC?” her voice sounded so weird and low. Was that even her voice? Why was she saying her own name? She wasn’t, her mouth didn’t work, didn’t she remember? She opened her eyes and saw another pair of feet in front of her. The pressure on her sides was someone’s hands. She wasn’t alone.

She screamed.

XXXXX >> Part two.

Author notes:

Well this is odd, to be actually writing again. I want to thank every single one of you who have read my previous stories and stayed with me while waiting the last episode to arrive.

About this story; I think we deserved to know, what happened to Jake in the tunnels. I did cut some obstacles in this story, like I'm pretty sure that my distraction for FBI wouldn't work like that at all, but lets pretend it was a master plan.

I'm myself extremely claustrophobic especially if the closed spaces are underground and my worst nightmare would be cave exploring or cave diving (seriously, what the hell??), so therefore it was very logical to me write MC claustrophobic as well. I would have been super terrified to go down in some mines. :D

Again, English isn't my native language so there are mistakes, bear with me!

Enjoy!

I would appreciate a lot if you would like to leave me a comment. *3*

Next chapter is >> UP!

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months

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3.54 Flames...literally

Though I didn't own much, downsizing my life turned out to be much harder than I anticipated. I could only take a few pictures and had to decide what items from my desk and dresser I could part with and leave behind. How many skin care products and colognes did one man need? In the grand scheme of things, the decision was like splitting hairs but still quite difficult to make. I had a routine, and those things were part of that routine. Living somewhere else was one thing, but upsetting the routine was a different flavor of cow's milk. But I eventually made my selections and arrived back home before Sophia. Unfortunately, I didn't make it back in time to implement my secret plan, and she walked in on me scrambling.

Even in her work uniform, she took my breath away, though she looked kind of tired. She sniffed the air and said something smelled good. Since the cat was out of the bag, I went ahead and explained.

"Hi! Uhh...So like, I know it's super early, and no one has dinner at 3:00, but I wanted to do something special and have a meal ready for you."

She flashed that beautiful smile that always tore me into pieces and sat at the table.

"Awwwww! That's so sweet! I'm so tired I can only dream of eating right now," she said. "I'm sorry. Does that ruin your plan?"

"Not at all! I just got started like ten minutes ago, so that's perfect. Get some rest. I'll be done by the time you wake up."

Her kiss on my forehead left a tender warmth on my skin as she disappeared into the bedroom to nap. I resumed preparing our dinner and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy coursing through me. The thought of being able to see her beautiful face every day, to support her in any way possible, filled my soul with an overwhelming sense of happiness, so much so I almost forgot why exactly I feared this for so long. Almost. A few concerns still lingered in the back of my mind. Moving in happened so randomly and haphazardly. I wouldn't blame anyone for questioning my judgment because the whole situation was absolutely insane. But through it all, I took solace in the fact that I was not alone. Sophia and I were in this together, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

I expected her nap to last longer, but she woke up and I was still not finished with dinner. Her shower bought me a few more minutes, and by the time she came out and sat with me, I was in the home stretch. When I inquired about her day, she described it as exhausting. Apparently, the change in season always caused an influx of patients, and they were short staffed, so she had to do three times the work.

I don't know if I was too into her story or what, but I definitely was not paying attention to my task. Suddenly, a huge flame shot up from the pan, and I ducked.

I thought about Maira and how quickly that situation escalated. My face was still pretty hot as I shielded myself, and I was afraid I had lost my eyebrows.

Sophia dashed to me.

"Luca! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Are my eyebrows okay??"

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Your eyebrows are intact, babe."

"Thank Watcher."

I turned back to the stove to continue cooking—more carefully that time.

"You know," she began,"...when you said I could get meal service, I thought that meant you could actually cook."

"My hand slipped!! I added a splash too much sauce. It's fine. You'll see."

"Mmm hmm."

She teased me about my cooking skills and fearing for her safety. We laughed and joked our way through completion, and it felt so good. It felt right, and I filed that moment away for when the doubt and fear reared its ugly head again.

As I placed the food on the table, I noticed I instinctively made a vegetarian meal. That's when it occurred to me I never asked if she had any dietary restrictions or concerns.

"I should have asked sooner, but is there anything you don't eat?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Thanks for asking. I'm lactose intolerant."

Great. I went from one restricted household to an equally restricted household. At least she ate meat. But no milk? That would be tricky.

The food had disappeared from our plates a while ago, but we were still sitting at the table, talking and laughing. I loved how we could discuss literally everything. True, there were still things we didn't know about each other, but we were past that initial getting to know you phase where every hang out turned into a game of Twenty Questions.

"I was just thinking about how you used to complain about your mom waking you up to cook breakfast," she said. "Look at you now!"

I think I blushed. I could only imagine what she must have thought of me in the early days of my young adult life.

"You remember that? You must have thought I was a spoiled brat or something."

"I may have rolled my eyes."

"I'm so glad I ran into you that day."

"Me too."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #I'm so glad you ran into her too!#so serendipitous

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archivalofsins · 8 months

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It's ultra funny because I try not to get too serious. However, I'm sure people believe I'm just rather opinionated and a downer, but I am trying to be better at letting stuff be. Because I recognize it's not that serious to people. However, I also understand that for some, it may be difficult to understand where people who consistently vote and want Amane innocent are coming from.

It isn't nice to have ones whole point boiled down to so you support cults. Yet, at the same time, I have to wonder if people realize how boiling it down to that sounds. Firstly, just because someone uses the buzzword cult to elicit a kneejerk response and delegitamize the religious beliefs of those different from them does not change that what the person they are referring to is actually practicing are their religious beliefs which I believe should generally be respected regardless of one's own personal feelings.

There are a lot of mainstream religions, if not all of them, that have been referred to as cults at one time or another. So, to me, this always comes off as someone genuinely asking,

"Oh, you support someone's right to follow and believe whatever religion they wish?" To which my response would be, "Yes, within reason."

Literally, the response to the previous statement should always be yes. Unless someone's beliefs are literally killing people, which is not a part of Amane's teachings or the rules she listed. Something illustrated well in Purge March, considering Amane punishes her mom for killing the cat, and Amane's mom punishes her for saving the cat.

One of the rules is basically do not interfere with the fate of other living things whether you are healing or killing and Amane breaks it while killing her mom by using the fact her mother broke this rule as an excuse to now punish her mom and relishes in doing so saying,

"You're sorry I don't care. Please go ahead and die already." - "Tis ordained, thou shall stay thine course, then perish."

One of the rules literally amounts to stay in your lane, and yet it was still interpreted as what exactly? Like how else was this interpreted, I'm not understanding. To me, this literally reads as "You will live your life and your life only then die". This is the rule I interpreted both Amane and her mom breaking by intervening with the life of the cat in different ways, which was not them "staying thine course". The life of the cat was neither theirs to save or end because its life is not their course.

Amane's belief amounts to setting boundaries in what she wishes to have done to her and around her. It is not her fault she's currently in an environment where she is consistently forced to engage with and be around people who do not respect her beliefs. Her whole point when boiled down amounts to going have Shidou stop doing this thing that makes me uncomfortable and is antithetical to my personal values in my vicinity.

Does Amane need to learn that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and faith? Well, I could see how some could believe that, but personally, I don't think so. Because she literally came in here saying that if you do not judge her for her faith or what she has done, then she won't judge you. She has shown that she is capable of dealing with others living differently than she does, but she is more than willing to meet intolerance with intolerance.

Again, something that fits with that fourth rule, since we are not staying our course, I believe we are in a way giving Amane permission to leave hers and interfere with the courses of others. Just like she used the rule to excuse attacking her mother. For me seeing Amane's character be boiled down to her beliefs and her dedication to said beliefs ignores the fact that the people who fostered this environment of intolerance and hostility that she is reacting to was us through our previous verdict.

It's also just quite odd because, like, do people not understand what a slippery slope persecuting someone based on their beliefs alone is? Who decides what religions/beliefs are right and wrong? How do they judge which ones are wrong or right? What precedent does stating that judging someone off of that alone is okay set, and who can it harm/has harmed in the real world before?

Then even if I was afraid of Amane starting a cult when she literally only consistently speaks to one prisoner alone by choice, why would my adult response to that be to literally create a religious confrontation with a child? When I could simply be like, okay, those are your beliefs, and I accept them. However you have to do the same for others not everyone is going to agree with you and that's fine.

Not everyone follows your religious beliefs or subscribes to your teachings about medicine, and you can not force them to. Just as I can not force you to change your beliefs. Society should be built off of a mutual respect of people's cultures, religious practices, and boundaries. If one is unwilling to give that to someone else, they can not expect it to be given to them.

It's just that simple. In my opinion, and that's why even judging Amane for her beliefs alone wouldn't make me think she's guilty. Not because I support cults but simply because I'm not going to persecute someone solely due to the fact they have religious beliefs that differ from mine. Because I personally believe doing that is a slippery slope.

#milgram #amane momose

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starlite-sin · 7 months

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More Kate HCs cause I hurt and I'm tired

Song associated with her: Cold (Dark Divine)

Brief warning: This section will include self harm, eating disorder talk, and suicide mentions. It'll be under the cut and there will be another warning but this is the first one.

-Rouge's unoffical daughter. She was uneasy about this at first but came to love it as Rouge's helped her with a lot of stuff she couldn't do on her own. She has called her "mom" on more than one occasion and Rogue loves it

-Aside from Nina, she absolutely cannot stand any of the other "The Killers" people. She finds them annoying and Jane seems too pretentious after she got her assassin job. She tolerates only a few other pastas but those two she outwardly despsies

-Has taught Sally to swear

-Perfers vaping to smoking. Her lungs hurt and she coughs up black stuff enough from Tim's cigarettes she doesn't need more.

-She has a sunset lamp that she can adjust the brightness of if for any reason someone else needs to get in her room

-Has a very bad cold intolerance and her room is so hot

-She fucked up her leg while in the mine and it still hurts. Sometimes as a punishment Slenderman will cause the pain to be so extreme so can't think and still make her do manual labor

-Has 0 patience for parents. She's seen what their negelct has done to everyone and she has a hit list

-Her room is trashed cause she doesn't have the energy to clean most of the time

Another warning for the self harm, eating disorder, and suicide mention under the cut

-Has an unnaturally high standard for herself as the first real proxy and if she can't get that she'll punish herself in anyway

-When she gets so distressed she'll effectively flashbang herself as a punishment. This isn't directly under the slenderman but she'll feel like a failure and a disgrace so she does it. If the other proxies see her main light on they'll know what's up and go to calm her down

-She's not allowed to go near the cliff edges or the mine by herself. First time it happened they almost couldn't bring her back. Sometimes after that night the others will go into her room to check on her if she's been acting off

-She'll switch between binge eating and starving herself and doesn't really have a good relationship with food. Binging cause of the lack of food from the mine and starving if she feels she didn't earn food. Her weight fluctuates heavily cause of this and she's gained a bit since leaving.

-She once saw her stomach after the weight gain and didn't eat for the rest of the week until she passed out due to the blood sugar crash (did this happen to me and am I just projecting? You have no proof)

-When she's alone in the house sometimes she just...screams. Screams and break things and curses slenderman and herself and the others for making her like this

#kate the chaser #creepypasta #kate the chaser headcanons #tw: self harm #tw: eating disorder #tw: suicide attempt

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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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Hey, I just checked again to see if Brown-Eyed Lance (Voltron) was a tag yet and seeing as it isn't I wanted to inform you there is a chance you can literally just ask for it to be made.

Like step by step if you go to the bottom of the A03 website to where they say Contact Us, you can click on "Technical Support & Feedback". This will take you to a place where you can email them about all kinds of things, they give you a list of various things you can contact them over even and one of them is to "Request to Canonize or Change Tags". This means you can literally just straight up ask for a Tag to be created for the website.

I've used this a number of times to make suggestions about the website and request beneficial features for how it runs before in the past and they have always been nice to me and contacted me back within a week or two if not on the same day. And while I don't take credit, some of the things I've asked for have actually been realized, which implies either they really did listen to me or multiple people asked for similar things. Either way, it's great. And if they can't do something, they've always explained why not in a simple but polite way.

So yeah, I think you can get your tag, especially if you mention having 6 pages worth of works show up when you click on your unofficial tag.

There are rare pairs with less works than that (for example hunk/antok which is apparently a real rare pair only has 7 works, not pages, works) so yeah there's no reason if you asked that they shouldn't make the tag. And since content is still actively being made with the unofficial tag to this day, it's relevant.

Now have some extra official A03 tag examples that have less than or a similar amount of works to brown-eyed Lance that you can point out for your case:

1) Barista Lance (Voltron) 6 pages, 103 works

2) Lactose Intolerant Keith (Voltron) 4 pages, 61 works

3) Protective Voltron Lions, 2 pages, 26 works

4) Olkari (Voltron) 1 page, 12 works

5) Pidge | Katie Holt is so Done, 4 pages, 77 works

6) BAMF Hunk (Voltron) 3 pages, 56 works

Hopefully, if you bring these up, should you contact them, it will help cement your tag as worth creating offically. Especially since each one is a specific example from the VLD fandom.

I think the request will have more weight if an author using the tag makes it through your account, but you don't have to be the only one. After all an official tag makes it easier to find similar content so anyone who wants the Brown-Eyed Lance (Voltron) Tag can make the request too mentioning if its a tag they personally would use to search for similar fics with this very specific niche in it. You don't even need an account, just leave an email that they can leave a reply to.

Sorry this is so long, but I just really want to help you get your tag. You don't have to do it of course, but I figured having incredibly detailed information like this out there wouldn't hurt even if it's very wordy.

Anyways good luck with your tag! Hope this helps you and anyone who might want a reasonable tag to be created with evidence of it being worth it. (Should you publish this that is)

thank you for this!! it was super informative and easy to follow which i appreciate 😌😌 i sent it, so fingers crossed everyone!! and everyone feel free to send them emails as well!!

#ask #longpost #brown eyed lance

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i hit a breaking point with my sister recently. shes only 12 but shes a preteen so of course shes a bit more work than i would expect. my parents were out the house, and i cared for her like i have for years when theyre out. i even help with my older brother, but back when he wasnt 18, when he was 17 and younger!

she got mad at me for taking too long to shower, then for "looking mean", then she yelled at me for not making her the food my mom makes.

I regret what i did but i talked back. i told her i wasnt mom, im just a girl. i tried the gentle parenting thing, even read my old parenting book i bought when i turned 11!! i still couldnt control what came out my mouth, i was cold to her. i said "fine, you don't have to like it, or me just stop fucking yelling at me like im your mom. im 16 not mama. im still a kid"

she told my parents and they didnt even know what to do, my sister WANTED me in trouble, but instead my parents just ate a silent dinner last night and tonight.

im not a mom, im just a 16 year old person trying to be a good person for the piece of intolerable idiocy of my sister. i love her, but shes so annoying.

I'm not sure what to say, you were right about saying you were a 16 year old, and not your sister's caretaker. Your parents obviously put you in a role of parenting your sister, and you tried so hard, so it's no wonder your temper ran out when all that hard work was met with unpleasantness and lack of gratitude, but this is because your parents put you in a role you were never meant to be in. You're not an adult, you're not supposed to be expected to have researched parenting and to figure out the best way to parent your sister, this is insane that they asked this of you.

What they've done is called 'parentification', and it's putting a child into a role of a parent, expecting them to have their problems figured out on their own and on top of that to care for their siblings, and sometimes even the parents themselves. This puts the immense pressure on a child to keep peace, make everyone happy, appear to have no troubles, no issues of their own, and then also so quickly grow up that they can effectively care for their siblings, have endless patience, do tasks perfectly and take on responsibilities they were not trained or developed enough to do.

You are not supposed to be burdened with all this, you're supposed to be chasing your own interests and hobbies, have free time and enjoy yourself, figure out how to fit with your own peers, have friendships and first relationships, you're not supposed to be burdened with parenting and making everyone in your house happy. You're supposed to be cared for.

So I don't think you've done anything wrong, and it is alarming that your younger sister wanted to get you in trouble - it sounds like she's already realized you're at the end of made up 'hierarchy' of who is supposed to be blamed for everything, so she took advantage to affirm that her place is above you, and that you will be punished if she isn't pleased with you - which has to be immensely painful for you, who worked so hard to try and parent your sister.

She is 12 and just absorbing whatever her environment is telling her, and I actually don't know enough about 12-year-olds to say if her actions were normal or messed up at that stage, I can tell that they hurt you and that it wasn't fair towards you.

Your parents seem to have done absolutely nothing to resolve this situation, to comfort you, or to parent their own 12 year old, which makes this even worse, to know that when you're at the end of your rope and no longer know or can do anything, that even then they will not pitch in and act like adults and resolve a painful situation, or to even comfort you after an incident. I'm really sorry you're in this situation, you shouldn't be. I know this happens a lot, people have children and then think it's an easy out just to leave to the older children to parent the younger, it's not a cool trick, it's neglect and burdening children with their own responsibilities. I hope one day you experience what it's like to be free of responsibilities like this, and to know that it's not your job to raise children you didn't have - even though in this case I understand you love your little sister and you're ready to take on a lot of burdens just to make her life easier. It's still not fair, and this burden shouldn't be put on your shoulders.

If anyone else can relate to this situation or knows some good words to say, please add to this post. I didn't have a personal experience like this, so I probably am not the best person to make comments on judgment on it, hearing other people's experiences might help.

#parentification #being expected to raise your siblings #taking on parental responsibilities as a child #emotional conflict #forcing a child to act like a parent #useless parents #child neglect #older children are still children you need to care for #not a convenience to take care of your kids

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felixstudios · 1 year

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Random Corporate Clash Headcanons, Cooking Edition [Part 1]

Duck Shuffler

🎰Buck sets the kitchen on fire

🎰There is also a flood

🎰Broken and shattered cookware everywhere

🎰Ingredients spilled on the counters and floors

🎰12 injured, 3 killed

Prethinker

🧠Brian is surprisingly good at cooking

🧠Probably because he's very particular and follows the instructions to the letter unless he thinks there's a smarter way to do it

🧠Leaves everything pristine when he's done

🧠Is a little TOO paranoid about cross contamination

🧠Always follows food safety precautions to a T

Deep Diver

🤿Likes to cook, except for seafood

🤿Always makes vegetarian and vegan alternatives when cooking for groups

🤿Sometimes gets passionate about a particular dish, style of food, ETC. and does a deep dive research into it. Oh, and she doesn't stop cooking it every day for months on end

🤿Of the things she's researched, she's incredibly knowledgeable. Otherwise she's just your average cook

🤿Adds fish shape decorations in her dishes sometimes

Rainmaker

⛈️Doesn't like cooking for people because she's afraid of them not liking her food

⛈️Can cook some basic stuff but not amazing or anything, just average

⛈️Sometimes forgets to wash a dish or two and gets extremely apologetic about it

⛈️If cooking for others, she will just about interrogate them on their preferences and any allergies or intolerances they have because she doesn't wanna make food they won't like or can't eat

⛈️Sometimes accidentally sets the kitchen on fire, usually if she was cooking while stressed out

Gatekeeper

⚔️Holly doesn't do much cooking

⚔️She just pops a frozen pizza in the oven or nukes something in the microwave usually

⚔️Sometimes she ventures out of her comfort zone to cook

⚔️Sometimes it's delicious, sometimes she makes what can only be described as poison

Bellringer

🔔Ben knows how to cook

🔔He makes fancy dishes

🔔He's very loud when he cooks though, often ringing his bell to act as his own cooking alarm

🔔Keeps the kitchen door closed {yes, his kitchen has a door} while he cooks so you only know he was cooking when it's all done and he opens the door

🔔If he has a roommate or a spouse, he makes them wash the dishes. Otherwise he cleans up after himself

Multislacker

🥪Too lazy to cook

🥪He's too lazy to make a sandwich usually, what makes you think he's gonna put in the effort to even microwave something?

🥪Doesn't know how to cook

🥪Loves food though

🥪If his dad made him cook, he'd put the least amount of effort into it and make instant ramen or something... or he accidentally burns down the kitchen and gets someone else to clean it up for him {and then cook for him}

Land Acquisition Architect

🚦Is an average cook, but he actually finds it mildly enjoyable

🚦Trying to improve his cooking skills, but with so much work he doesn't find much time to

🚦He does NOT skip out on breakfast, though. He will cook a full breakfast every day that always has leftovers {and he eats those for lunch}

🚦Likes to cook for others but doesn't get to do it often

🚦Enjoys teaching others about southern dishes and uses it as an excuse to cook some for them

Public Relations Representative

🧱Most of his data about cooking has been corrupted

🧱If he cooked, it'd either turn into a surprisingly good blend of random stuff or a pile of random, disgusting foods

🧱Alternatively he'd miss key steps/ingredients

🧱Might glitch into the oven, microwave, ETC. and burn himself

🧱Lots of accidents due to his glitches. Spills, broken things, whatever

Hopefully this was a fun way to spice things up a bit, I wanted to try something that wasn't just character by character. Let me know if you prefer this, singular characters at a time, or both!

#toontown #ttcc #corporate clash #headcanon #ttcc headcanons #bellringer #duck shuffler #prethinker #deep diver #multislacker #land acquisition architect #public relations representative #gatekeeper #rainmaker

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spooniechef · 6 months

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No-Bake White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake (1 spoon)

It hasn't been a good few weeks in the Spoonie Kitchen, I have to say. Another two weeks of overtime, one of my relaxation days had to be completely scrubbed because of some major electrical work needing to be done on my flat, and the flat upstairs has got into the noisy parts of their renovations so I've been having to do most of my work-from-home job with banging and power tools drowning out my Spotify playlist, never mind the actual dictation I have to type up.

Still, when I did my grocery order for the month, I was insistent that I get a few ingredients for relatively easy treats, becuase the run-up to Christmas feels like a good time for that sort of thing and anyway, with this amount of spoon expenditure, I deserve nice things. So I pulled out my Quick and Easy Gluten-Free Cookbook (by Becky Excell, comes highly recommended) and looked up a few things that might brighten up my days a little. One of the ones that stood out to me was a gluten-free white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake. I mean, I'm still lactose-intolerant, but that's why we have Lactaid. It didn't sound too hard so I gave it a try. It's easy enough to deserve a place here. Now my only problem is having too much cheesecake, though I solved some of that by giving some to my stepfather.

Also this is largely going to be in metric, but that's what measurement conversion sites are for.

Here's what you'll need:

500g mascarpone

100g (around 3/4 cup) icing sugar

1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

300ml (1 1/4 cup) heavy cream

250g white chocolate, melted and just cooled

275g fresh raspberries

For the base, you'll need:

320g gluten-free graham crackers (or digestive biscuits)

150g (2/3 cup) butter, melted

I actually have a couple of suggestions right off the bat here. If you're using digestive biscuits instead of graham crackers (which I had to because they don't have graham crackers at all over here, gluten-free or otherwise), you might want to add a little bit of sugar or honey to the butter when mixing with the crumbs, and maybe a tiny pinch of cinnamon. Digestive biscuits are a reasonable substitute but there's some flavour notes missing. Also, to make this dairy-free, just use dairy-free butter, cream, and white chocolate, and substitue dairy-free cream cheese for the mascarpone. It probably won't set quite as well, though.

Here's what you do:

Mash the graham crackers / digestives into crumbs, either putting them in a stand mixer or just putting them in a Zip-Loc bag and beat on them with a rolling pin for awhile.

Pour into a bowl and add the melted butter; stir until well-mixed

Spoon the mixture into an 20cm (8") loose-bottomed or springform pan, compacting it into an even layer at the bottom, before putting it in the fridge to chill

While the base is chilling, add the mascarpone, sugar, and vanilla extract into a bowl and mix until reasonably combined (10-20 seconds with a stand mixer or electric hand whisk on low/medium speed)

Add the cream and blend on medium speed for 1-2 minutes, or until it starts to firm up

Add the chocolate, mix until combined and you have a thick, spoonable mixture (only mix briefly - overmixing will make things start to separate out)

Gently fold the raspberries into the mixture until evenly dispersed

Spoon the mixture into an even layer onto the chilled base; let chill in the fridge for at least 5 hours, preferably overnight

FEAST

The electric hand whisk or stand mixer does most of the work on this one; everything else is all about the spooning and smoothing, so it's pretty ideal for someone whose tolerance for mixing things by hand is pretty low. The results are good, and obviously substitutions can be made for different flavours. I'm already pondering a couple of teaspoons each of cocoa powder and espresso powder sifted into the icing sugar and leaving out the raspberries for a mocha cheesecake. You also probably don't have to use fresh raspberries, but their tartness is a nice contrast to the sweet creaminess of the cheesecake. I'm going to test that theory by defrosting some of the frozen mango I have for smoothies and trying for a mango cheesecake. Basically so long as you have an obscene amount of mascarpone cheese, cream, and enough icing sugar to make it set, you can do whatever you want with this one.

Of course, these do take well to freezing, so you could also probably halve the recipe, use ramekins instead of a springform tin, and have single-serving cheesecakes, taking them out of the freezer to defrost when desired. A good notion for those who like the occasional sweet but can't get through an entire cheesecake by themselves.

Oh, hey, I nearly forgot. I actually took pictures of the results this time! So here you go - No-Bake Gluten-Free White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake!

#the spoonie chef #recipes #gluten-free #baking #sweets

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