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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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All in two days - Part 2

Read Part 1 here, full masterlist on pinned post

Newt x gender neutral!reader

Direct continuation of Part 1

Initially set in the Scorch Trials, but deviates from canon in this chapter. The end result is basically the same, but I've just taken pieces of canon and used them to fit my story

Warnings: canon-typical violence, language (normal swearing and Glader slang)

The communicator starts ringing as your finger hits the call button, and someone picks up on the fourth ring.

You lift the device to your ear. "Hello?" you say shakily.

"This is Marie, speaking from WCKD Base 7. How can I help?"

"I have-" you clear your throat. "I have information to share: the location of escaped Immunes."

There's a pause as you hear shuffling in the background, following by typing noises on a keyboard. "What are the names of the Immunes?"

"Wait," you say. "I'd like something in return."

"Of course." Marie's voice is flat. "And what would that be?" she asks.

"My sister is sick, but I don't know what the illness is. It's not the Flare though," you tell her. You think for a second, then add "I also want supplies; food and water."

"WCKD will have the resources to cure your sister's illness. And, if the information you share is valuable, we may be able to provide you with additional supplies too. WCKD is good like that."

"Right," you say, swallowing.

"The names?" she prompts.

"Oh, yes," you hesitate for a second, then list them out, your voice clear. "Winston, Frypan, Aris, Minho, Teresa, Thomas... and Newt."

Silence on the other end. Then: "Please hold on, I'm transferring you to another line."

You wait, chewing your lip nervously.

"Hello? Is it true you have the whereabouts of subjects Thomas, Teresa, and the rest of the group?" It's a male voice.

"I- yes," you confirm.

"What's your name?" asks the man.

"Y/n L/n," you tell him.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/n. I am Assistant Director Janson. The people you've named are extremely important to us. If you help us find them, you will be highly rewarded."

Shit. You remember your friends, if you can still call them that, telling you stories about this Janson guy.

"I can find them for you. The stayed at my place for a while, and left just this morning."

"Excellent," says Janson. "If you can put me on speakerphone now, I'll direct you on how to send us your location."

"Okay," you say numbly.

You follow his directions and send your location to WCKD, before ending the call.

You bow your head, unable to believe yourself for what you've done. WCKD is really coming, and they're gonna take your friends away.

You give yourself a mental shake. You only knew them two days, no matter how close you felt to them over those days. Your sister is your first priority.

Nothing else happens in that day, but the next morning, you wake to the deafening sound of rumbling engines.

You rise up off the storage room floor, where you'd fallen asleep. You swing the door open, running out to see a helicopter-y kind of thing landing, it's massive size casting a shadow over you.

A man walks off the helicopter-vehicle, followed by a small group of guards. You recognise him immediately, recalling Minho's description.

"Janson! The Ratman! He's literally a shucking rat. Little bitch," says Minho, arms waving animatedly as he speaks.

Teresa's laugh echoes through your mind, and you can perfectly picture Newt's amused grin.

You shove thoughts of them from your mind and step up to meet Janson.

"Y/n," he says, extending a hand. "Good to meet you in person."

"Janson," you shake his hand and force a smile.

"Listen, the people you've seen are very valuable to me. We're willing to treat you very generously if you deliver on our agreement."

"Thank you very much. We'd appreciate that a lot."

"Well then, let's begin." He claps his hands together.

"As a show of our faith in you, our own Berg here has a medical wing and experienced doctors to look at your sister now. Pack your belongings and prepare to leave. Do you need someone to help you get your sister out?"

"Uhh, yeah, that'd be good."

He nods. "I'll arrange that now, go pack your stuff."

You pack quickly, but as you move to leave you spy Newt's leather wristband on the table. You'd taken it off last night, weighed down by guilt as you waited for WCKD to find you.

You pick it up and look at it, thinking for a bit. You decide to fasten it to your upper arm, just above your elbow, and pull your jacket on, covering the band.

As you shift your bag onto your shoulder, a group of doctors walk in rolling a stretcher behind them, carefully moving your sister.

Then, you follow them out, turning to take one last glance at your home, and step onto the Berg.

You trail behind them as they roll your sister to the medical wing, moving her to a bed.

"Y/n," a voice greets you. You turn to see a doctor smiling kindly at you. She's tiny, about a head shorter than you, and has black hair cut into a sleek bob framing her pale face.

"Hi," you say, offering her a small smile.

"I'm Dr Liu," she says. "My team and I will be treating your sister. Don't worry, she's in good hands."

You nod, genuinely grateful.

"You've got a meeting with Director Janson right now, but I promise we'll give you an update on your sister soon," she tells you, gesturing to Janson as he appears in the doorway.

"Y/n, this way please."

You follow him to the control centre at the front of the Berg, where you can see out the windows.

"Which way are we heading?" asks Janson. "And how far do you think they'll be?"

"They left before midday yesterday, and they're travelling on foot with an injured person, so they wouldn't be that far," you explain.

"They said they were going towards the mountains, and they started in that direction when they left.” You point out a window.

"I see," says Janson. "You got that?" he speaks to the Berg pilot.

"Towards the mountains," acknowledges the pilot, and the Berg begins to lift off the ground.

You assume you're dismissed, and walk back to the medical wing to check on your sister.

When you get there, you see her hooked up to a bunch of monitors, heartrate beeping steadily and an intravenous drip in her arm administering fluids.

"How is she?" you ask worriedly.

"She'll be just fine," responds Dr Liu, pressing buttons on some machine. "The disease is actually pretty common, and would have been easily cured with medicine if you had access. Modern medicine wouldn't have let it get this bad." She gives you a sympathetic look.

"So it's not long-term or anything? You can cure it?" A spark of hope appears.

"Yes," she replies, smiling. "In fact, she should be awake in just a few days."

You release a sigh, the weight of years of worry lifting away.

You're directed to a small bedroom, complete with a simple bunk and closet of plain clothes.

You collapse into the bed and sleep the afternoon away.

When you wake, someone is knocking on your door, telling you to meet in the control centre. There's a clock in your room that tells you the time is 7:15pm.

You get up and rifle through the closet, picking out black pants and a white tee, which you pull your jacket over, giving it a tug as it snags on the leather band.

"We've located them," announces Janson as you enter. "They've sighted the Berg and are hiding now, but we're preparing a team to go down and bring them in."

You step closer to the window, looking down over what looks like an abandoned city. They're right down there, Newt and Thomas and everyone.

You whirl around to Janson. "Is there a way- Do you think I could... not be seen by them?"

Janson raises an eyebrow, but you hold his gaze. "We can arrange that," he concedes. "But listen, whatever they told you when they were staying with you, it's wrong. They paint us as the villains in their story, but all we're trying to do is save humanity from a disease."

"Right, yeah, but I just..." you trail off.

"I see. Thomas and his little group can be quite the charmers." He scoffs a little. "We can make sure they're nowhere near your room, if that's what you want. But just know that by helping us, you're on the right side of this fight, Y/n."

"Yeah, thanks," you say flatly, and you turn and leave.

You end up in the medical ward, sitting by your sister's bed. Her face is soft in her sleep, and you watch as her chest rises and falls.

"Y/n," Dr Liu steps in and you give a small wave in greeting.

She hands you a device. "Janson wanted me to give you this. They've got long range cameras on the Berg, so you can see what's happening down below."

She looks a little conflicted. "Do you want to watch?" she asks hesitantly.

You definitely do not want to watch... but the screen is right in front of you. You can't not watch. You nod and take the screen from her, already regretting doing so as it turns on.

On the device, you can see WCKD's team, holding guns. The view is zoomed out; long range cameras can probably only see to a certain distance, but you can still see the small images of your friends.

You subconsciously twist your hands in your sister's blankets as they start running. You identify Teresa by her long hair, running alongside Thomas and the rest of the group as they disappear under a building, out of the camera's view. Your heart clenches when you realise Winston isn't with them.

When they emerge back into sight, they split up, scattering in different directions. Your heart pounds as the WCKD officers give chase, hot on the heels of Minho and Frypan.

They take down Fry first with an taser shot that leaves him writhing on the ground, and you watch Minho turn to try and save him before being shot himself.

The camera moves to focus on another group as someone knocks Thomas out and corners Aris in a dead end.

You turn the screen off as the camera shifts to show Teresa trying to help Newt along, his limp worse than ever.

You set screen down and try to take deep breaths, blinking fast as your eyes start to sting.

Dr Liu sits down beside you. "I'm sorry," she says.

You don't respond for a bit, and you reach out to cover your sister's hand with your own, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

"I cared about them," you say. "They were my first friends in... as long as I can remember. It's just- I knew Elle wouldn't make it if I didn't get help. I had to do this for her."

"I understand," she says. "WCKD is very... There's a lot of give and take. Everyone here had to sacrifice something to receive the privileges they give us. To be a part of the team that's gonna save the world, you're gonna have to lose some things."

She leans forward, looking you in the eyes. "You're not a bad person, Y/n," she insists.

"Thanks," you say quietly. You're grateful for her words, but you still can't believe them when you just watched your friends getting hurt and captured.

"Y/n." It's Janson. You turn to look at him, and notice that he's sporting a decent bruise on his left cheekbone.

"What happened to...?" you gesture at your own face.

He rolls his eyes. "Let's just say that Thomas was definitely not happy to see me."

"Ah, I see." You contain a smirk despite the current circumstances.

"I'm going down to see them now. You wanna tag along?"

" 'course not," you say. "I thought we agreed we wouldn't let them see me."

"Yeah, but you could just sit out of sight and listen in," he offers.

You know full well that he's just messing with your head by letting you listen; just like he did when he told Dr Liu to give you the device with the cameras on the screen.

It's clear he wants you to stop believing in your friends.

Despite knowing all that, you sigh and follow him anyway.

"Stay here," he instructs when you arrive.

You stand with your back to the solid wall of the cell. Newt and the others are right behind you on the other side of it. If you walked just three steps over to where Janson is standing now, you'd be looking them straight in the face.

"Hello everyone," says Janson with a gloating grin. He really does look like a Ratman.

None of them respond, except for Minho muttering "Shuckin' slinthead."

"What was that?"

"How'd you find us, anyway?" Thomas spits out, stopping Minho from throwing out any more insults.

"Oh, we had you the whole time," says Janson. Liar. "Plus, it helped that we met someone along the way. Someone who knew you."

Shit, he's gonna bring you up.

"Y/n," Teresa breathes, realising quickly.

"That's right. After we got the information out of them, it was all too easy to find you."

"You better not have touched them," snarls Newt.

You jolt as you hear a loud noise; Newt must have slammed his arm into the bars of the cell.

Turning your head, you watch Janson lean closer to the cell, and you can picture him face to face with Newt.

You strain to hear what Janson says, but you can't make out his whispered words.

All you see is his satisfied smirk as he steps away from the cell.

You don't move as Janson strides out, instead closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the wall.

"I told you we shouldn't have left them," you can barely hear Newt's broken voice.

"They wouldn't've been any better here with us," says Thomas.

You can't stay here, listening to the way they care for you.

You move abruptly and run to a bathroom nearby. You brace your hands on the sink, staring into the mirror. That face looking back at you has betrayed your friends. They're all in there, worrying about you, when they're the ones being flown to their deaths, and you're the one that sold them to WCKD.

You focus your thoughts on Elle, alive and healing. You think about the sweet, bubbly smile that you haven't seen in years. You're doing this for that smile.

⭒----⭒

The Berg lands in a place known as the Last City, and you're moved to a tall building which is apparently WCKD's main compound.

By now, two weeks after arriving, your sister has gotten a lot better, and you've spoken to her in her bed every day since she woke up. You haven't seen Newt and the others since that day on the Berg.

Elle actually started standing and running yesterday, for the first time in years. You'd given Dr Liu an incredulous look, and watched Elle dance around the medical ward for hours.

Today, after eating lunch with Elle, you move to the labs, where scientists are working on the cure for the Flare.

You've become an apprentice of sorts, training under Dr Liu and her colleagues. You only do simple jobs like cleaning used micropipettes and beakers, but you've also been learning things from the scientists around you.

The science wing of the compound is massive, which makes sense, but it also means you get lost a lot. Today, you've probably taken about five wrong turns, and you're trying to retrace your steps when you see someone hooked up to a sinister-looking machine.

Everything goes cold as you realise. Holy shit, it's Newt. You push the door open and enter the room, and the scientists ignore you - probably because you're wearing a lab coat just like theirs.

One of them presses some sort of 'start' button, and you stand, frozen, as the heartrate monitor starts beeping faster and faster, and you watch in horror as Newt starts writhing and screaming. He's not in pain though, he's scared. You can see his face twisting in terror.

You rush out, the door swinging shut behind you, and you bend over as bile rises in your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you grab another scientist, intercepting him as he moves to enter the room.

"What's happening in there? What are they doing to him?" you demand.

The scientist's eyes flick to your badge. "This isn't your area," he says.

"What. Are. They. Doing."

"He's in a fear simulation. Fear stimulates the production of the enzyme we're trying to extract to make the cure," he tells you. "Even though this subject isn't immune, our tests have shown that he still produces the enzyme we need."

You stumble back, unable to hear any more, and leave the science wing, running out towards your room.

⭒----⭒

You gulp in deep breaths of air as you stand by your window, and you rest your forehead on the cool glass.

That's what they're doing to them. Forcing them into their worst fears and using them like they're nothing but tools.

You look out at the city below. Billboards flash with huge letters, large enough for you to read them from your room on a high floor. NOTIFY WCKD OF ANY OCCURRENCES OF THE FLARE. HIDING CRANKS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

One particular sign catches your attention. REWARDS WILL BE GIVEN FOR INTEL ON REBEL MOVEMENTS.

A crazy thought starts to form. You clench your hands, resolve hardening as you make your decision.

You may have failed your friends, and they'd be right to hate you if they found out what you did, but maybe you can get them out. Maybe you can still save them.

⭒----⭒

That afternoon, you attend your training in the labs as usual, then dinner with Elle and bed. The next morning, you're ready to go.

"I'd like to request a meeting with Assistant Director Janson," you tell the receptionist on your floor.

Within an hour, you're knocking on the door to his office and walking in, shoes clicking on marble floors. "Ah, Y/n. It's been a while."

"It has," you agree. "I've come today to ask to be allowed out in the City."

"Really," he raises his eyebrows. "And why's that?"

"At the start of all this, you said you could reward my sister and I with a lot if I told you how to find Thomas and everyone."

"You don't think you've been given a lot already?"

"I have, and I'm very grateful," you say. "But I'd like to move my sister out of here when she's given clearance by the doctors. And, I want to go out early to scope out the City, you know, get a better feel for it before we move out."

"Will you still be working with us? Wendy says you have a lot of potential," he responds, referring to Dr Liu.

"I will, and I've seen the trains from my window. I'll make the commute in to work here from wherever my sister and I decide to live."

He hums for a bit, eyeing you from the other side of the desk.

"I'm happy to go out with guards for the first few days, if you don't trust me," you say with a casual shrug.

“That’s fine. I’ll have guards escort you just on your first trip, only so you don’t get lost.”

“Sounds good,” you say, holding in your sigh of relief.

“Before you go, there was something else I wanted to ask you about. I’m going to be visiting your friends soon. I’m sure you’ve heard by now about how they’re helping further our cause. Would you like to join me to meet them?”

His baiting style is old now. You shake your head. “No, thanks. I’m trying to move on with my life now,” you tell him.

“Right, a good choice.” He believes you. “Well then, I’ll call some guards now for today’s trip.”

⭒----⭒

Over the next few days, you wander the streets of the City alone, without the masked guards watching your every move after the first trip.

You’re trying to figure out how to communicate with the rebels.

While exploring one afternoon, you see strange marks near a sewer entrance. They look like boot marks. You grab a torch from your backpack and drop down into the sewer.

You quickly click your torch off when you see someone else’s light up ahead, but you’re too late. “Who’s there?” a male voice calls out.

Screw subterfuge and subtleness, you decide.

You click your torch back on. “My name is Y/n and I’m here to find you. I want to help you get into the City. In return, I need your help to save my friends. They’re trapped inside WCKD headquarters.”

One of the rebels scoffs at you, but the other one speaks up. “Interesting… Alright then, follow us.”

You end up being driven to the rebel base. When you arrive, the people that brought you in lead you to some sort of main office. They knock on the door, and then leave you there alone.

“Come in,” a voice sounds from inside.

You cautiously open the door and step in. The room is shrouded in darkness, but you see the silhouette of a man, with a masked guard on either side of him.

“So you think you can get us in,” says the man.

“That’s right,” you say, and you quickly outline your plan for him. “Do you think that could work?”

“Interesting,” he muses. “And all you need in return is…”

“My friends. Newt, Thomas, Minho- WCKD has six of my friends in their compound. I need at least one person to help me get them out.”

“Wait,” one of the guards interrupts, stepping forward. The man, Lawrence, gives a warning growl. Like, he actually growls.

The guard speaks anyway. “What are the names of your friends? All of them?”

You list out all your friends’ names.

“Impossible,” whispers the guard.

“What?” you ask.

“I was in the Maze with them, I’m Gally.” He lifts the mask off his face.

“You knew them? Holy fuck.”

Gally turns to Lawrence. “I’ll go with Y/n on their mission. You and the rest of the group can enact the second stage of their plan.”

“Well,” Lawrence drags out the word. “Alright then. Get things ready on your end,” he says to you. “We’ll prepare for your plan. Gally, get them a communicator. Y/n, call us when you’re ready.”

You nod, and take the communicator from Gally, who leads you out of the room.

“You really know Thomas and Minho and everyone?” he asks, expression unreadable.

“I do,” you say. “How come you weren’t with them?”

He sighs. “Here, I’ll drive you back, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Over the drive, Gally summarises everything, including how he was possessed or stung or something, killed a boy, almost got killed by Minho, and then found by the rebels.

“Jeez,” you say when he’s finished. “That all sounds insane.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “So what’s your story?”

You hesitate for a bit. “It’s actually my fault that they’re with WCKD,” you admit, and then you explain all of it.

Gally is surprisingly understanding, given that you gave up his friends to WCKD.

“I’m not gonna tell you you did a good thing,” he says bluntly. “But I can see why you did it. Your sister and everything, it makes sense. There wasn’t another way.”

“Thank you,” you say as he drops you off at the sewers. “I’ll call you guys to get the plan moving.”

You wave as he departs, and you start the walk back to the compound.

⭒----⭒

You take an elevator up to the science wing, wanting to get some study in before going to bed.

You’re making your way to your usual room when you hear a commotion down a hallway. You walk faster as you follow the noise.

“Stop! Just leave him alone!” You freeze as you turn and hear Thomas’ voice. “Haven’t you put us through enough?”

You step closer. If you turned the corner, you’d be in the same corridor as them.

“Fine, take them back.” You hear Janson’s commanding tone. “But you’re next tomorrow, Thomas.”

Footsteps start moving towards you. Shit, shit, fuck. Where can you go? You’re turning to the elevators when Janson rounds the corner... And Aris and Thomas are right behind him.

"...Y/n?" Fuck.

Hi everyone, thanks for reading!

I had a little trouble with this chapter cause it got way too long, and I kept trying to pace it faster so I could finish up the story in 2 chapters, so it's a little messy.

But, I've ended up splitting this chapter into 2 separate parts, and so this story's probably gonna end up with 3-4 chapters total.

Unfortunately this chapter was a lot of filler and background/set up - sorry about that, but I promise the payoff will be worth it in the end

Part 3 will be up soon since it's basically already been written, I just decided to cut it out of this chapter

@regulus-black-223048 ❤

If anyone wants to be tagged for next chapter just lmk

#the maze runner #tmr newt #newt x you #newt x reader #my writing

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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I kind of want to break stuff out of spite. Like, even if we fail, our deaths won't untrash the place. It will be a lot of work to get it all livable again. So that's a small victory.

Then again, judging by all those cobwebs and the swirling clouds, I'm not sure the Dweller uses this place for much anyway. I'm pretty sure the mist is supposed to be spooky horror mist but given the state of this place, I think it's just a thick cloud of dust.

Seems pretty obvious that her main hobby is just wandering around replacing and relighting the oh my god why are there so many candles in order to maintain the spooky atmosphere.

In any case, there's an interesting book over there, so we should--

--burn it, apparently. The books are a trap.

*sigh* No wonder Roro doesn't read them.

Well, that's me eating crow. The spooky mist vanished after we burned the books. I should make a note of that for the future.

"Old Person Physical Media is Evil". Got it.

Oh, I would but I'm jazzed up on caffeine now. Thanks for the offer though.

In any case, we're now set for a full-scale de-cursing.

And yet, I'm clearing it out of each room with less than a minute of mayhem. It really makes you stop and think about how much more effort goes into creation than destruction. Violence can unmake in seconds what took weeks or months to build.

I would be mad about that given that you're a ghost but Garl is the best chef this side of ever, so you've got yourself a deal just so I can show his talents off. You're lucky I'm egotistic.

Eh, I know someone who eats banana and mayo sandwiches. We all have our weird tastes.

Fuckin' told you. Don't mind me, I'll be over here beaming with pride as if I was the one who somehow turned that nonsense of a recipe into something not only edible but phenomenal.

:D I am such a great manager!

A small detail that I really appreciate is that the Waltzers come in both opposite- and same-sex varieties. That's neat. Even among the undead, love is love.

Well, now we know where all the Maleficent Thorns in the forest came from. The Botanical Horror's responsible. I bet these things are, like, its buds.

That's fine.

Me and my buds are gonna torch this whole place.

And Teaks will record it all. For history.

OH NO THAT DEFINITELY NEEDS TO DIE. That's about an 8 on the Botanophobia Scale right there. FUCK THIS THING.

Now to see how Erlina and Bugraves are doing. Bet their part isn't going so well, given that we need some reason to explore the other part of the mansion before we fight the Dweller.

Oh. Uh. Bye? Didn't expect her to peace out this soon.

We should probably have asked her to take Garl with her, if it's. Y'know. Time. I really don't want him losing another eye on my account.

...she might be trying to avoid Moraine, given that she waiting until we were isolated from him to pop in and then popped back out before we hooked back up with him.

I suggested that she might be Yoyo earlier, but she also could be Momo. I still don't think she's either though, on account of her visible youth.

Momo's kid, perhaps? I dunno. I do think she's trying to avoid the more professional Solstice Warriors.

Thanks, we did it all by ourselves. Yep. I'm just awesome like that. Zale helped. A little.

No more postponing, Dweller. By the unstoppable might of the moon and slightly more stoppable might of the sun, we're here to conquer!

This does seem about that time.

Probably should have asked Serai to take him with her. We'd have to come up with an excuse for what became of him, but I'm sure Moraine would buy, "He realized it was a mistake to be here and bailed."

Simple enough. You hold up the piñata while the rest of us celebrate my birthday.

It's the winter solstice. We're nowhere near it. But Erlina, Brugaves, and Garl all missed like ten of them so I'm owed a belated party.

Aww, you shouldn't have. It's just what I wanted.

Wait, is this not going well? I thought this was going well. Okay, so maybe I was a little cocky but we seem to be doing pretty well.

So that's a yes. Something is definitely going awry that I am not aware of.

Any way we could, like, blast a hole in the ceiling?

HA! Just like that, our poor decision to bring a normie along is fully vindicated. If we win this battle, I am never letting Moraine live this down.

...sorry, I'll stop being smug and focus on the fight.

HOLY SHIT, GARL.

I'll stop being smug and focus on the fight but you'd better prepare yourself for at least a week of insufferable smugness when we're done here, Moraine!

You know what? I take back that piñata stuff. I regret cracking this thing open to see what's inside. I liked her better when all the disgusting horror was on the inside.

Nowhere to go now but through. We're committed to this.

With, like, a Moonerang? I don't remember this part of my--

WHY NOT!? @_@ WHAT THE FUCK, SERAI! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. We did an aggravated robbery together and every--

You know, maybe I need to learn to be a better judge of character.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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7ndipity · 4 months

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hey !! i ♡ ur writing, its helping me get away from reality and the hard times it has brought last year 2023, so im hoping that both for u and me and whoever is reading this that 2024 is gonna be a good year, full of joy, blessings, and health, im also hoping for the boys, even tho they'll spend most of the year in the military, that this is gonna be a great year ...♡ idk if the shipping game is still going, but id like to join, if its possible haha....im kind of late but i was afraid at first (im very shy) then i remembered that i can use the anon option!

also u asked which member we'd ship u with, so i'd personally say yoongi! ik u write a lot of fics on him, so maybe its that, but also you seem like a very nice, calm and understanding person, also a very like "warm"? person and i think thats just the type of person yoongi would enjoy being with :) or with jimin too!

well abt me ..for the shipping game.

Im a 00 liner, she/her, im from a slavic country, i have long hair with bangs, dark blonde, brown eyes and some freckles, petite (?) like very short.. omg it seems like a school presentation im sorry, also, im an atheist/agnostic but im very open to religions and spirituality and i personally love talking about such matters, i love having deep talks also, i love reading and rewatching the same few film or animes (like evangelion im obsessed). i talk abt this things over and over.

also, im an introvert and im very insecure both abt my looks and the way i act, but i always try to be sincere abt my feelings even tho its hard since im kind of a people pleased but i!am!working!on!it!! im an optimist, things have gotten better before and they will get better again. im a calm person but sometimes i have silly moments so its either that i talk it out and like talk talk talk talk or idk i just laugh at everything....also, i really like physical affection BUT i dont like pda...like cute but not in public yk.

omg i wanted to make this short for u...im sorry, if ur not doing the shipping game anymore dont worry i might be late for it ig😭help...

also one last thing, im a yoongi stan because i love the kind of person he is, caring, calm, very mature also emotionally intelligent and is not afraid to show vulnerable parts of himself. Also he is very passionate that admirable and he a cutie yk it already like...also! hobi is my wrecker cause he is the sweetest never fails to make us smile :) ok...i said enough now you know abt me😵😦 anyways.....sorry i hope u have a good day🤍 happy new year again, i really wander how u keep it up with writing and daily life seems like a lot to me u always bless us with new amazing stories and ur very sweet and patient when answering, take care🤍🤍

Ok, first off thank you so much for your sweet message! I'm so glad this blog's been a place of comfort for you, and I definitely second your wish that this year be kind to us all!

I’m about to make you so happy, cause I would ship you with Yoongi and Hobi, and also a little bit with Namjoon!

Yoongi and Joon love people that they can have genuine, deep conversations with, so I think they’d really appreciate your openness and sincerity, as well as your optimism. Plus, I think Joon would find you super cute(lowkey think he would be into height differences)

You mentioned a bit about your style in your second message, and I’ve said before that I think Hobi would really love a partner with similar fashion sense/ style to him, so i think he’d really be into your alt/skater style(and as a fellow Aquarius, you two would pair quite well together)! Plus, he and Yoongi have such warm, reassuring personalities, I feel like they would be so comforting for you!

Hope this was okay💜

#also thank you so much for answering my own ship game!#knowing you're a yoongi bias made you picking him feel like an even bigger complement😭💜#7ndipity speaks #ship game #7ndipity 2k celebration

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doku-no-bi · 7 months

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Rules are necessary to maintain professionalism.

Hey, it's Kazumi and Vil here to give you the rules we'd like you to follow on our account!

Of course. Rules are needed to make sure we all stay safe and refined. We wouldn't want anyone acting unseemly.

Yeah... Just don't be inappropriate guys.

1. Although Vil is not a minor (18), I am. Any mildly suggestive things are okay (think kissing, flirting, etc), but nothing full on explicit/NSFW (due to me being a minor...). Platonic relationships are definitely okay!! Any blogs that don't want to interact with minors should steer clear.

2. Please remember to be kind! Vil is a person too, and he can be hurt by your words. Any asks that I deem harmful will be deleted.

3. Any time me and Vil talk together, I will be in blue and Vil will be in white. When he is talking alone, he will also be in white. To add to that, I will most likely be speaking in the tags because I talk a lot (and so Vil doesn't see my chatter). Please feel free to ignore this! I absolutely don't mind.

4. I use headcanons in my portrayal of Vil; I try to be as canon compliant as possible with the knowledge that I have of him.

5. Absolutely no homophobia, racism, transphobia, etc. Regular DNI criteria applies here.

6. If Vil doesn't respond to you, please don't feel too bad! He has so many things going on in his life, both in public spaces as well as school and his personal life.

7. That being said, I am also a full-time high school student, and so it is likely that my replies will be fully messed up (read: I tend to procrastinate by doing fun things and then I have a week to catch up on all my schoolwork). Please be mindful of that and don't spam me and Vil.

8. OCs? Absolutely! I love seeing your OCs. Make sure to send in a description of them either beforehand or in your starter (unless Vil doesn't know your character at all, I guess - but it would still help to have a general overview). If there's nothing of the sort, I will automatically assume that your character and Vil have never met. However, I am not comfortable with the first interaction with an OC being a romantic one, as it has become a problem before for me.

9. I can speak a little bit of Japanese (my parents are Japanese but I haven't actually tried to learn it well so it may be messy (though I'm working on it)) and I am learning Spanish (in school) so! I am willing to write replies using those languages as well as English (and I might use honorifics like "-san" so keep that in mind (probably will not due to Vil not using honorifics that much)). Spanish I can't guarantee though because it kind of can suck.

10. I also love shipping and am not very selective (I love seeing rare pairs, and in general seeing how their ship would work out). So, feel free to do that too! Before they get into a relationship, though, they need to have at least some sort of interaction beforehand (because I want to get to know you too, and even if you're playing a canon character, I still want to do some regular stuff first) To add to that, I am a multishipper, so each relationship happens in its own verse.

11. OOC talks? I love them, but if you aren't talking directly to Vil or something about him, then I'd redirect you to @kazumirambles which is my regular ol' talking blog (so I don't spam anyone).

12. Anons will always be treated platonically by Vil (as he doesn't know you that much), but you are welcome to send all your love to him! He does appreciate it a win over Neige ha. Also, if you want to be known with an emoji, you will be tagged as "kantokusei [emoji]" or "[emoji] kantokusei" so there's also that!

13. Mun does not equal muse!! Vil may say/do things that I would not do or that I don't condone. We do not share the same feelings or actions all the time.

And finally, remember to have fun!

And take care of yourself. Make sure to not stay up too late on your devices. Rest is important for a healthy life.

#rules #roleplaying rules #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland rp #roleplay #twst roleplay #twisted wonderland roleplay #twst rp #rp

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keiyaku-tako · 8 months

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Every Contract Needs a Set of Rules

Hey, it's Kazumi and Azul here to give you the rules we'd like you to follow on our account!

Yes, Kazumi-san. Everyone who wishes to speak to us needs to follow by these rules. After all, any contract has rules, does it not?

No need to speak so formally... But yeah!

1. Azul is a minor (17) and so am I. Any mildly suggestive things are okay (think kissing, flirting, etc), but nothing full on explicit/NSFW. Platonic relationships are definitely okay!! Any blogs that don't want to interact with minors should steer clear.

2. Please remember to be kind! Azul is a person too, and he can get hurt. Any asks that I deem harmful will be deleted.

3. Any time me and Azul talk together, I will be in blue and Azul will be in white. When he is talking alone, he will also be in white. To add to that, I will most likely be speaking in the tags because I talk a lot (and so Azul doesn't see my chatter). Please feel free to ignore this! I absolutely don't mind.

4. I use headcanons in my portrayal of Azul; I try to be as canon compliant as possible with the knowledge that I have of him.

5. Absolutely no homophobia, racism, transphobia, etc. Regular DNI criteria applies here.

6. If Azul doesn't respond to you, please don't feel too bad! He runs the Mostro Lounge and he spends most of his time doing that, doing schoolwork, participating in his club, etc... He sometimes loses track of time. He will reply, just be patient.

8. OCs? Absolutely! I love seeing your OCs. Make sure to send in a description of them either beforehand or in your starter (unless Azul doesn't know your character at all, I guess - but it would still help to have a general overview). If there's nothing of the sort, I will automatically assume that your character and Azul have never met. However, I am not comfortable with the first interaction with an OC being a romantic one, as it has become a problem before for me.

9. I can speak a little bit of Japanese (my parents are Japanese but I haven't actually tried to learn it well so it may be messy (though I'm working on it)) and I am learning Spanish (in school) so! I am willing to write replies using those languages as well as English (and I will automatically use honorifics like "-san" so keep that in mind). Spanish I can't guarantee though because it kind of can suck.

11. OOC talks? I love them, but if you aren't talking directly to Azul or something about him, then I'd redirect you to @kazumirambles which is my regular ol' talking blog (so I don't spam anyone).

12. Anons will always be treated platonically by Azul (as he doesn't know you that much), but you are welcome to send all your love to him! He genuinely appreciates it (it gives his ego a boost). Also, if you want to be known with an emoji, you will be tagged as "kantokusei-san [emoji]" so there's also that!

13. Mun does not equal muse!! Azul may say/do things that I would not do or that I don't condone. We do not share the same feelings or actions all the time.

And finally, remember to have fun!

Was that really necessary?

Yes, don't be so boring Azul. Having fun is important!

#rules #roleplaying rules #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland rp #roleplay #twst roleplay #twisted wonderland roleplay #twst rp #rp

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applepawbot · 1 year

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Raves and Reviews for A Starless Clan

I just finished up my journey since June to reread the entire series, finishing up with A Starless Clan #2: Sky! I was lucky to get it delivered early from Indigo, and I've got to say, the newest arc is shaping up to be juicy. Spoilers under the cut!

So, I will admit I haven't fully read through River and Sky. Once I finished TBC, my uni semester started up, and I've been a bit busy. However: Nightheart is one angsty boy. I feel like it's a bit crass of Bramblestar to have named him Flameheart, initially, because we all know how he struggled with being named Brambleclaw. This whole series has revisited the concept of legacy and familial burden a lot through the years, and I just thought Bramblestar would've had more sympathy for poor Flamepaw. I guess not.

I was a bit taken aback by the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde transformation we see Finchlight go through. In River, she'd been defending Nightheart at his warrior ceremony for rejecting the name, and in the first few chapters of Sky does a complete 180 and starts belittling him. Way to be a supportive sister!

Something I have noticed, though, as I've been in the business of naming cats for 4 years, is we're getting up there with -heart suffixes all around. We have Brightheart, Cinderheart, Lilyheart, Alderheart, and now Nightheart. I already thought having Cinderheart and Lilyheart as sisters with the same suffix was... interesting, it wasn't totally brand new, we'd seen it with Bluefur and Snowfur way back when. But it can start to get confusing, with the sheer number of dialogue-less background characters. Not to even mention the other Clan cats with -heart names: Berryheart and Grassheart of ShadowClan, Blossomheart of SkyClan, and Breezeheart of RiverClan. Don't get me started on the number of cats with -tail suffixes.

Can we appreciate for a second how cute the names Finchlight and Sunbeam are? My middle school oc-creating self is dying of happiness.

In Sky, I was surprised by the ending, when Nightheart asked to join ShadowClan and become Sunbeam's mate. I saw that coming a mile away, but I didn't think the Erins would do something so easily predictable. In this house we dislike Blazefire.

Imo, it's not Lightleap's fault that Blazefire chose her over Sunbeam, but she could be less... snotty about it. In Sunbeam's chapters when they're first travelling to the twoleg nest for catmint, some of her internal monologue is downright snotty too. These cats need therapy.

Frostpaw my beloved. I know Mothwing doesn't believe in StarClan but it isn't fair to put all that on Frostpaw's shoulders. All this "oh we can't let the other Clans know we're weak. We must be strong" garbage is too much for an apprentice to handle. It's okay to admit you need help, RiverClan. My god.

I hope Frostpaw's full name is Frostwillow, in honour of Willowshine, and cause Frostwillow sounds banger. Here are my thoughts:

Frostshimmer/glimmer (a bit out there for Warriors, even though we've had names like Ambermoon and Billystorm)

Any suffix starting with s, -shiver, -stone, -storm, etc (the sts sound can be a bit hard to pronounce)

Frostpebble (sounds super cute but unlikely)

Frostbite (imagine the pun potential)

Frostfern (sounds super cool but I doubt it as we have two living cats with the Fern prefix, Fernsong and Fernstripe of ThunderClan, and one cat with the -fern suffix, Fallowfern of SkyClan)

Frostfur (SEVERELY DOUBT they would do this, but we've had cats with the same names before, ie Ashfur of ShadowClan vs Ashfur of ThunderClan, Larksong I and Larksong II, both of ThunderClan, but the former being an elder in Bluestar's Prophecy and the latter being Sparkpelt's mate)

I can make some more of these analysis posts if they're your thing, let me know!

#a starless clan #sky #river #warriors #warrior cats #nightheart #sunbeam #frostpaw #applepaw

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I'm really struggling dealing with my partner buying our first home by himself. Our plan was always to buy one day but I haven't had steady employment so I just assumed we'd rent until I was working full time and could co-sign a loan with him. But since he's been blessed with job security, he thought it would be better to buy a place instead. We picked it out together and everything, and I pay halves on all the bills and rates, but he insists on paying the mortgage himself because it's easier. He says I should save because he can afford it and what's mine is his. I know he's trying to be sweet but it makes me feel shit. Even if he doesn't want half of the monthly fee, I want to contribute SOMETHING you know? (other than my share of the bills). I feel like he's my landlord. Like I'm getting permission to stay there. I just hate that we didn't buy it together. Especially because I'm constantly reminded of it. Both our parents call it HIS home. He of course calls it ours and treats it as if it's ours, but just when I think I'm okay with it, I get reminded again that he bought it. Idk, it's tough. I mean even most of the furniture is mine or I bought it to make it my contribution but everyone still calls it his place :( The first appliance I bought myself when we moved in was a proper expensive coffee machine because I'm a huge coffee drinker and his dad said it was nice of him to buy it for me. I just don't know how to come to terms with it. This should be an exciting time for us and instead it's a cause of stress

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Hello,

I’m sorry you’re being made to feel less than by members of your family. No matter what the circumstances are surrounding that house, there’s no need for them to rub it in your face, especially if they know that you’re bothered by it.

I highly suggest sitting down with both sets of parents to tell them how you’re feeling. Let them know that you don’t appreciate them assuming that your boyfriend is the only one contributing. Despite your boyfriend paying the mortgage, it is your home as well. You’re living in it, taking care of it, and participating in what you can afford, so that should be more than enough proof that it belongs to you and your boyfriend.

It sounds like your boyfriend is trying his best to make you feel comfortable about the new house, which is great, but let him know what’s stirring inside your heart as well. If you become too stressed, this might cause bitterness or resentment in your relationship, possibly pulling you apart. We don’t want that. Give yourself the chance to explain to him that between your parents constantly pointing out that it’s his home, and the fact that you’re not able to afford as much as he is toward the house, you feel like a tenant or roommate more than a significant other. Try to come to some sort of agreement that is doable for you both.

I know you want to pay the same amount of money that your boyfriend does on the house but know that money isn’t the only way to contribute to a home. So many couples have separate incomes that vary in size. One spouse’s paycheck could pay for the mortgage and insurance, while the other focuses on groceries, gas, and savings. Think of couples who have one income because someone is a stay-at-home parent. Regardless, the home belongs to them both.

Find ways to contribute that don’t cost more than you’re able to afford, such as decorating the walls with pictures, creating an organization system for the kitchen, or buying a bunch of throw pillows. Houses are like canvases. There are so many ways to paint them. The only limit is your imagination.

Here are a couple of articles to give you more ideas:

Make your house your home--and remind your family of that too!

Best,

xxSelena

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#ask #advice #mental health #help #support #counseling #therapy #mental health advice #mental help #relationship advice #love advice #family advice #asking jude

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tsukimefuku · 24 days

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jujutsu sorcery and how the legacy stays alive ☾ nanami kento & higuruma hiromi

mdni!

summary: you, nanami and higuruma need to choose a high school for your daughter to enroll the next year. the problem? she wants to go to jujutsu high, and nanami is adamant against it, or a take on what would happen if the trio's daughter wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer.

pairing: nanami x f!reader x higuruma

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, +18, some spicy stuff but nothing much actually happens, implied smut at the end, mostly fluff and domestic shenanigans, this is non-monogamy and polyamory guys (if you don’t like it, don’t read it). inspired by my au, but this is not part of it.

wc: 3.3k

notes etc.: this is an early birthday gift for @g-kleran, and I really hope you like it. 💜

"Kento, your gray hair is finally showing, it took a while" you said, while you sat beside him on the sofa and brushed his blonde locks back with your fingers. There was a small patch of silvery strands right above his forehead.

You had your legs draped over his thigh, and he had been reading a book for a good while now after finishing cooking dinner. He would fix his reading glasses on his face from time to time with the tip of his fingers.

He let you keep caressing him for a few seconds before taking your hand gently and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Of course it did. I have had white hairs for a while, but it wasn't so apparent as it was in yours or Hiromi's black hair."

You let out a chuckle. "Hiromi's hair is basically two colors now, black on top and gray on the sides."

Kento smiled, still reading his book. "Yes, it is."

You were looking at Kento's face now, and it was amazing how after all these years, he was still gorgeous. His chiseled cheekbone, his angular jaw, the way his strong hands held the book, and how his dexterous fingers gently flipped page after page. Now, he had a pair of glasses he'd mostly use for reading, but sometimes he'd forget to take them off to do other things around the house, and it was definitely a sight to behold.

"Why didn't you let Shoko help you with your eyes?" You asked, grazing the tip of your finger on his glasses' frame.

"Because there is no need to bother anyone with this. It's a perfectly normal part of getting older. Besides..." Kento stated, darting his eyes to you for a moment. "You once told me I look charming in these."

You laughed and turned his head to face you, brushing his cheek with your thumb. "You don't need glasses for me to find you charming, Kento."

Kento smiled silently at you, feeling the same heart fluttering he felt the first day he realized he was completely in love with you. He sighed, feeling his chest full and content, as you approached him and laid a soft kiss on his lips.

Letting the touch be delicate for a moment, Kento then leaned himself over and deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied hum rumbling in his throat.

You took his book delicately from his hands and laid it open, face down, on the sofa's arm rest. Usually, when you really wanted some attention, you'd simply butt yourself over your husbands, just like you were about to do now, and most of the time they'd never complain because both actually liked it.

You straddled yourself on his lap, and cupped his face with both your hands. Kento rested his forearms over your thighs, and hummed appreciatively while you sat on top of him, taking you in with his gaze.

"Darling, our daughter will be home soon" he noted, as you took his glasses off, folded them and put them over the book.

"It's okay, she lost her keys, and I still haven't made her a new copy" you replied, pulling him in for another kiss. This time, you tested the seam of his mouth with the tip of your tongue, and he let you in. Not pulling any punches, you pressed your tongue against his mouth as your hips humped over his, and the moment Kento let out a gasp, you were more than happy to drink it in, before releasing his mouth.

"Still, I don't think we'd be finished before she gets home" Kento replied, feeling his blood involuntarily pooling south. He was trying to keep some composure, sure you'd all be at the dinner table in less than an hour, but you were making it very difficult, especially now that your lips began brushing against the side of his neck. He laid his head back, descending his fingertips pressed against your thighs, kneading his palms on the plush of your skin.

"We could have a quickie, come on!"

You tried negotiating, a mischievous smile in your voice, as you nibbled on his jawline with your teeth. Kento let out a satisfied sigh, and pulled you down, grinding his now growing bulge against your core, having you gasp against him in surprise.

"We're not young anymore, love. We don't do 'quickies'." His eyes glanced over your breasts, making their shameless way down your entire body, and then back to your face, taking in every curve he had already memorized by this point. "I'd need the entire night to do everything I want to do with you."

"Oh, is that so?" You noticed how his eyes stayed on your breasts for a moment, so you put over your shoulders both strings that held your shirt and slid the entire thing down, revealing your bra.

Following suit, you pulled him in, having Kento's face buried deep in between your breasts. He lowly groaned, bucking his hips up, as he slid his tongue over them, intercalating the licks with soft bites and kisses, bringing his hands up to pull your bra down.

Then, you heard the door unlocking.

As it opened behind the sofa, you shuffled around to leave Kento's lap, face blushing violently as you did so, pulling your shirt back into position. Kento, on the other hand, started looking around for anything to hide his bulging pants, quickly grabbing the book and having his glasses fall over as he did so. He pinched the bridge of his nose, displeased, as you tried to make yourself presentable again.

"Hey, you two rabbits, could you please keep your hands to yourselves today? This is an important occasion" you heard Hiromi's voice near the open door. It was then closed, and he stepped towards you and Kento, stopping briefly. In a second, his hand was beside Kento, holding his glasses.

"Thank you" Kento replied, still embarrassed, taking the glasses with one hand, as he pressed his book against the middle of his pants with the other.

"Hey, darling" Hiromi cooed, hunching himself over to kiss you swiftly. He was slightly out of breath, and you figured he ran home to meet you all for dinner.

Even after you and Kento had retired from being full-time sorcerers, finding it better to just teach the new generation and occasionally training them, Hiromi couldn't find it in himself to do so. He kept working and exorcizing curses like the good workaholic that he was.

"Hi, handsome" you replied, smiling at him. "And we didn't forget! We made dinner and the table is set" you answered, pointing at the dinner area.

"You mean Kento made dinner, darling" he replied jokingly, throwing his body over the armchair in front of the sofa, letting his arms dangle lazily from the rests, and streching his legs as he did so.

The hair on his temples was completely gray by this point, and on his forehead, you could see two very faint lines forming. His build, however, was the same as it had always been, and you sighed for a moment, gazing at Hiromi, with your heart warming before you found it in yourself the strength to resume speaking again.

"Oh, I helped!"

"Darling, you barely cut half an onion" Kento said matter-of-factly, shuffling himself on the sofa, waiting for his blood to resume pumping to the rest of his body.

Hiromi noticed Kento was trying to hide his pants under his book, and didn't let it slide. "Kento, there is nothing there I haven't seen at least a hundred times. We've all been living together for fifteen years, get over yourself."

Kento proceeded to hide his vermilion face with his hand, as you chuckled sheepishly.

Hiromi clapped once and caught your and Kento's attention, before he proceeded.

"So, Jujutsu High. Sakura really wants to go there, and called me earlier today asking for my help in convincing the both of you to let her. She asked me not to tell you both she talked to me, but I guess we ought to discuss this before she gets home" Hiromi said, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know, Hiro" you answered, scratching your head. "But I guess I'm more open to the idea now."

"Absolutely not" Kento answered. "My stance hasn't changed, especially ever since this terrible idea was brought up months ago."

Kento had been adamant that your children would never become jujutsu sorcerers, even when it was all a faint possibility - even before you all found out you were pregnant fourteen years ago. He had been unwavering on that ever since. The former sorcerer had seen too many good people die while fighting curses, including his best friend, Yu Haibara, when the boy wasn't much older than your daughter is now.

This still stuck with him, so many decades later.

"I think we should talk about it, Kento. She has her mother's innate cursed technique, after all. Our daughter can become a jujutsu sorcerer if she wants to, which she really seems to, and it would be better if we were involved in that" Hiromi chimed in, resting his chin on his fist.

"You both know my feelings about this, and I will not change my mind. Jujutsu sorcery is idiotic and dangerous" Kento replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kento, come on, Hiromi is still a jujutsu sorcerer" you stated, as Hiromi rolled his eyes.

"And he shouldn't be. He has a teenage daughter and should prioritize a line of work that makes the odds of him returning home alive at the end of the day more favorable."

You sighed as you and Hiromi shared a accomplice look.

There was a knock at the door, and you checked your watch, knowing full well this was around thirty minutes before your daughter was to be home.

"Are we expecting anybody else?" You inquired, having both of your husbands shrug.

Puzzled, you got up and walked towards the door, opening it. You were met by a fluff ball of white hair and pitch black glasses with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, cocking his head to the side like a dog. "I hope dinner is ready."

"Satoru!" You jumped in place, glad to see him there. Since being bound to Jujutsu High's HQ, you'd rarely see your friend, who was mostly on missions every day. Examining his face, you noticed once again how he didn't seem to have aged a day ever since he turned 30. God really has his favorites. "Turn off infinity."

"Already did, you always ask for that" he replied, opening his arms. You jumped over and gave him a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" You finally asked, inviting him in.

"Oh, your daughter called uncle Gojo, because she knows he's the absolute best" he began, and approached you to finish his sentence, "and she thought I'd be able to convince Nanamin to let her go to Jujutsu High."

Kento groaned audibly, saying stop calling me that, and you smiled at Gojo while saying, "Good luck with that."

"Why did our daughter think you'd be able to waver my resolution? Does she really not know me?" Kento complained. If he were someone more expressive with his face, he'd definitely be pouting at that moment.

"Because I'm just the funniest, greatest, amazing guy you'll ever meet!" Gojo exclaimed, sitting on the other armchair in front of the sofa. "Oh, hey, Higuruma! How was your mission today? I hand-picked that especially for you, so you'd be home early."

"You did!? Well, you chose terribly, that thing occupied me for hours on end" Hiromi replied, finally pulling on his black tie to make it looser, opening the first few buttons on his shirt.

"Really!? Did I choose poorly or are you just getting rusty, uh, Higuruma?" Gojo teased, and Hiromi scoffed with a half smile.

Kento still had a sour expression on his face, and after the teasing was over, you were all engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. Before Gojo could resume his antics, you began speaking.

"Kento, my love, you know our daughter. She's willful, and will go about trying to find and exorcize curses on her own. Damn, she already pulled a stunt like that once."

He was silent, listening to you, while looking the other way on his corner of the sofa.

"Wouldn't you prefer she did so under the tutelage of good sorcerers?"

"Exactly" Hiromi interjected. "And I'll be on missions too, I can accompany her in most of them when she gets enrolled."

"And I'll be there too!" Gojo complemented.

At that, Kento scoffed. "Gojo, if it were up to you, you'd be throwing all these teens in the most nightmare-inducing missions possible. Don't you remember Yuuji's missions?"

"N-no, wait, c'mon" Gojo began trying to explain himself, "when sorcerers are strong that's not much of a worry, and you guys' daughter is pretty strong herself."

Kento remained silent and Hiromi sighed, somewhat hopeless, getting up and walking towards the kitchen, probably to make himself a drink. You followed him, and stood there by his side as he took a glass and poured in it a dose of whiskey.

"Just... Give it time, Hiro" you said, reassuringly brushing your hands over his shoulders. "He'll come around."

"We only have a few months before she's done with middle school" Hiromi answered, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I don't think we have enough time. We might need to do this against his wishes."

"Hey, come on, now" you put your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you. "We're not doing that, we won't go over Kento's head. We all make these decisions together, remember?"

Hiromi grunted, displeased and defeated. "I know, darling. It's just that she already tried exorcizing a curse by herself and got into pretty deep trouble. She needs to go to Jujutsu High. She is a jujutsu sorcerer in nature, it's what she wants to do, and there is no stopping her from doing so. I just worry."

"Me too, Hiro. Me too" you replied, planting a soft kiss on his lips with your hands over his chest.

Apart from being the spitting image of you, specifically, at least in the physical sense, your daughter was like a perfect storm of the three. She had the same idealist sense of purpose as Hiromi, your unwavering drive to do things she deemed important, and Kento's unyielding stubbornness.

"We'll be able to put some sense into him, I promise. Please, let's hold off our horses and just talk to Kento today, okay?"

He pulled you in for another kiss with his arms wrapped around your waist, and kept your body pressed against his for a while.

"Okay, sweetheart" he finally said, as you smiled. "What wouldn't I do for you?"

"Not much, I hope" you replied, biting his bottom lip softly. He hissed, his body becoming tense, and his grip on your waist turning tighter. He slid the tips of his fingers behind your neck, and drove them up your hair, giving it a soft tug at the roots, stealing a gasp from your lips.

"Woman, don't tease me" Hiromi warned you, pulling your head back to brush his lips against your jawline. "I had one hell of a day, and 'unwind' is not a strong enough word for what I need right now."

"Me? Teasing you? I'd never do such a thing" you mockingly replied, wiggling your way out of his grip and stepping back into the living room.

***

You, Hiromi, Kento, Gojo and your daughter were all sat at the dinner table, simmering under the most uncomfortable silence ever known to manking. Gojo was happily eating mouthfuls of curry, already on his third serving, waiting for anyone to begin speaking. You looked at Sakura, who looked at Hiromi, who looked at Kento, who looked the other way, still displeased.

"So..." your daughter began speaking, clearing her throat, "I am almost finished with middle school." She nervously brushed her hands over her black locks, eyes darting across the table waiting for any feedback.

No one said anything, Gojo's munches being the only sound right now filling the room.

"And I thought- I mean, I think we should talk about where I'll go when I enter high school."

"You're not going to Jujutsu High, Sakura. That's definitely not going to happen" Kento answered in his stern way, as he rested his cutlery over his plate.

"Why not, dad?!" She asked, pouting. "You, mom and dad Hiromi were all jujutsu sorcerers, and I have mom's technique! I have all it takes to be a jujutsu sorcerer!"

"Oh, it takes a lot more than having an innate cursed technique to become a jujutsu sorcerer" Kento replied.

"Sweetheart, your dad is right about that" you interjected, looking at her. "It's not all fun and games, it's dangerous. The three of us were the lucky ones, many jujutsu sorcerers die very young."

"You three weren't lucky" Gojo interjected, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. "You three were talented and strong Grade 1 sorcerers — Higuruma still is. If your daughter is even half as talented as you all were, she'll be fine. Besides" he paused, a toothy grin plastering all over his face. "I'll teach her how to fight myself!" He concluded with a thumbs up.

You had flashbacks from the times you trained with Gojo, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

"I think I'll take my odds letting Yuuji train her" you said, with an undertone of concern in your voice.

"Yuuji?! Why?!" Gojo inquired, seemingly very offended.

"Because he's not a madman like you!" You replied.

"And he's a more empathetic and caring teacher, too" Kento interjected.

You were all surprised to hear something like that from Kento, and looked at him, waiting for the former sorcerer to say anything else.

He sighed, and put both of his hands on the table.

"There is no changing your mind about this?" Kento asked, looking at your daughter.

She mustered all the pride and determination she could, with her fourteen-years-old knowledge of the world, and straightened herself on her chair, before answering, "no."

Kento sighed before proceeding. He knew his daughter was as stubborn as he was, after all.

"And you two truly believe this is the best for her?" Kento inquired, now looking straight at you and Hiromi.

You exchanged looks with Hiromi, darting your hand to hold his, before he answered, "yes, I think this is the best alternative."

"Me too" you complemented.

Kento sighed, yet again. "Fine, then. I'll let you enroll in Jujutsu High."

Your daughter squeaked silently on her chair. "Thanks, dad!"

Kento lifted a finger, asking for a moment to resume speaking. Your daughter went silent and glanced at him, attentively. "You'll only take missions on after acclimating for a month there. Also, no more than one mission a week, and your dad will accompany you until the end of your first year, are we clear?"

Hiromi nodded and looked at her. "Maybe even after that. I'll be by your side every step of the way, okay, sweetheart?"

"And I'll have some training sessions with you, too" you said, smiling at her, "just so you can learn from the best how our family's technique can be used."

The teen was barely keeping herself from exploding out of sheer excitement.

"And Gojo" Kento said, pulling the sorcerer's attention to him, "you'll take good care of my daughter. You might be the strongest sorcerer alive, but if anything happens to her, I'll be sure to exorcize you with my bare hands."

"You meant 'kill'?" Gojo asked.

"No, I meant exorcize. You're basically a curse at this point, haunting me for all these years with your antics."

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, "Did I come to this house only to get offended?"

"Of course not, you ate half of all the food we made!" You chirped, spirited.

"That Kento made, darling" Hiromi poked at you.

"Meh, technicalities!"

You all chuckled, and you sighed nervously, knowing your daughter would be following in all of her parents' footsteps, taking over the jujutsu sorcery legacy you thought for so many years that would end with you.

***

You, Hiromi and Kento were all laid on the king-size bed after dinner. Gojo had already left, and your daughter would surely be fast asleep in her own bedroom by now, nearly in the witching hours of the night. Kento was laying down peacefully, while he began reading his book somewhat from the same point you had interrupted him, and Hiromi rolled himself over again and again on the other end of the bed. You were checking the news on your own smartphone before deciding you were tired enough to sleep.

"Hey, Kento..." you cooed. He hummed to let you know he was listening. "Thank you."

"What for?" He asked, not taking his eyes from the seemingly enthralling pages of the novel.

"For listening to us, and to her."

"Of course I listened to you all."

"Huh?" You asked, flicking your phone dark before putting it on the nightstand, darting your arm over him as you did so. Your resting body was now facing him, impassive gaze softly cracked by the affection of domestic affairs.

"You all had perfectly reasonable arguments for me to do so. Even if I'm concerned with our daughter, she needs proper guidance to navigate the life of curses" Kento sighed, before closing his book and removing his glasses. "She will be a jujutsu sorcerer, after all."

You smiled, looking at him, incredulous as to how much you could still flutter to his presence, even after so many years.

Hiromi rolled himself over once again, and draped his arm over your waist, having your body shiver in response to that innocuous display of affection.

"He came around, it seems" Hiromi cooed softly, with a sardonic mockery to it, while pulling you in to plant a few kisses on your neck.

A moan crawled its way out of your mouth, much to your own surprise, as Hiromi pressed his abdomen against your back, snaking his hand down your belly.

Kento rolled over on his shoulder to face you, and also surprisingly, slid his hand down your pajamas, cupping your ass by the end tail of his explorations on your body. Your face blushed slightly, and you chuckled, a little embarrassed.

"Are you two really in the mood for it?" You asked. Hiromi's lips were still pressing insistently against your neck, his hand hanging dangerously low by the edge of your pajama's pants. Kento smiled, and pressed his tongue with no warning against your lips, pushing his way in to taste you as he did.

"I had a dreadful day, of course I'm in the mood for it" Hiromi whispered, warm breath tickling against your earlobe.

"And I thought that we agreed we were too old for 'quickies'", Kento concluded as he parted his lips from yours.

"Shall we have a healthy competition, Kento? See whose name she moans more often?" Hiromi inquired, pressing his palm against your clothed sex, eliciting a whimper from you as your head fell back to brush against his shoulder. "I'm very determined to win this time around."

Kento smiled, now pressing his own kisses just over the towering muscles in the middle of your neck.

"I don't mind taking part in that competition, as long as she enjoys it."

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This is literally the first and only request I've ever taken, and I'm quite pleased as to how it turned out. I hope the requester is just as pleased :)

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More asks incoming!!! 2 and 12 for noelle, 9 for sun and/or moon? :^]

NOELLE!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Noelle is such a great kid. I think its cool that she enjoys horror even though she's afraid of a lot of things.

(I find that relatable! I also love horror but also get spooked easily!)

Heck when it comes to being afraid, the fact she tries to appreciate creatures she's scared of too is really admirable. The fact she will give Maus a chance even though they're terrifying to her! I wish I could be that brave when it comes to spiders! Ack!

I think its a good trait to have though, to try to see the good in people/things that we're even scared of. Sometimes it turns out they're not scary at all!

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I think Noelle is a lot tougher than even she knows, yes, even without ice magic.

But on a different note, I think Noelle might be a bit of an internet fandom nerd! I could imagine her enjoying cosplay and gaming conventions, maybe even dragging Susie and Kris along? I think Susie would like it too, but she might be a bit awkward about it... but maybe she'd be okay if Noelle and Kris went too.

I can also imagine her reading game magazines and coming up with game theories. I wonder if she'd like FNAF? Heh. I can imagine her playing Slender when it came out.

SUN/MOON

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Probably not in my current condition, I'm incredibly ill, so I don't think many could room with me in my current state.

As for when I'm well.... uhhh.... Okay so, somewhat?

Sun, Moon and I have the same nervous cleaning habit. I hate to admit it but I'm obsessively fussy about my surroundings, not necessarily because it has to be perfect, if anything, theres something very chill and relaxing about a cluttered area, especially blanket and clothing piles, or bundles of wires and screws. But I worry about my things getting ruined, so I'm constantly tidying them, moving them, and repairing them. I'm also just, really fidgety (and I ironically break things because of it.) So I guess we'd be on the same page in that regard, and may only annoy each other when getting in to each others space, or arguing over where something should go.

BUT there is an exception... I hate water. More specifically, GREASY water. Which means, I won't touch the dishes unless I HAVE TO. Its so gross. I hate doing them, if I go to Hell, it'll be full of dishes. (Not fond of cleaning the bathroom either.) But I can imagine them hating me for leaving it off; like really really getting annoyed with me.

Neither would probably mind most of my other habits though, I generally keep quiet and to myself. Moon would probably get pissed at me for my poor sleep habits, and they'd probably both have something to say about my constant computer usage. They might like gaming with me though? Or doing crafts?

As for me I'd probably find their extroversion to be a bit intimidating, their actors and Id be too shy to be apart of their shenanigans. And while I appreciate honesty, their bluntness might bother me at times. I also get nervous around kids, so I'd be very anti visiting-Daycare-at-opening-hours. Sorry Sun/Moon.

Oh wow this got long... whoops. But uh, yeah I think we could get along. It'd take work, but I think we'd be alright as roomies.

#thanks for the asks!

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 9 months

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Master - Chapter 16c

*Warning: Adult Content*

The rest of the day continues like this, with Master, Arias and Master Malcolm trying to figure out what I was.

I listened and tried to understand the things they were saying but it was hard because I didn't know much about what they were talking about.

I tried to be a good slave by answering all the questions Master asked me and by bringing water and blood for them as they moved from to Master's Malcolm's dirty library.

Master stopped me when I tried to clean it up, so I did it in secret while they all talked and looked through all the dusty, forgotten books in here.

The library wasn't as big as Master's but it was still nice, it just needed to be cleaned and taken care of.

But the time I finished wiping down one entire shelf and dusting clean all the books in it, it was dark outside and Master was viscously reading through one large book that was almost half my size.

Arias was sitting on another couch doing the same with a much smaller book while his other hand gripped Master Malcolm's neck, mindlessly rubbing the skin there with his thumb.

Master Malcolm was sitting on the ground between Arias' legs, leaning into the touch while he held a book of his own, talking lightly with Master about the possibility of me being an angel.

"Master," I say gently as I make my way to him.

He looks up immediately, his eyes seemed to be full of frustration and exhaustion but he still smiled at me, offering a hand to pull me into his lap to straddle him after putting his book down.

"I'm sorry Kalem," Master apologizes as he places his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around me tightly while he breathed against my skin. "This must be terribly boring to you, I apologize for getting so wrapped up in all this."

"It's okay Master," I say honestly as I lean into his arms and body. "I'm fine, I just want Master to be fine too."

"I'll be fine when I know exactly what you are," He says pulling back to rest his chin to my chest and look up at me, "I want to know every little thing there is to know about you," Master says before licking his lips slowly.

My eyes dart down to the movement, the sight of Master's wettened lips that followed making me whine softly as I immediately grew hard down there.

Master grins up at me as if knowing what was happening to me and pulled me even closer, pushing my hard bit against his stomach while one of his hands squeezed my bottom.

"M-Master," I whimper as things begin to get wetter.

"Please refrain from touching him in our presence," Arias' voice carries over in a flat tone that made all the sexiness in Master's eyes fade away and my hard parts deflate. "Sensitive ears on both ends here, there's no need to carry that out here. Either leave or control yourself."

I peek over my shoulder with heating cheeks to find Arias' grey eyes still focused on his book while his Master leaned further into his touch, completely curling into him now as he rests his head on his leg.

Arias was petting his head gently in the same way Master sometimes did for me when he read to me and I laid down, maybe Master Malcolm wasn't really the Master...

"I suppose we should leave then, we haven't gotten much further than when we first began," Master says with a disappointed sigh. "I wouldn't mind relieving some of this stress, what about you Kalem?"

My tongue sticks as my mouth goes dry, my mind racing with all the thoughts of what Master could do to me.

"I'll take that as a yes," Master says with a chuckle as he stands with me still in his arms, I hang onto him with a smile.

I loved when Master kept me in his arms and carried me, it was like I was all his and only his.

"We'd appreciate it if you two kept trying to find something, I'll be doing the same on my end."

"Of course," Master, “ Arias' Malcolm says from his position on the floor. "Come again when you wish, Arias is always nicer when Kalem is around."

Arias removes his hand from... my Master's friend's neck and lies down on the couch completely, disturbing the position they'd had earlier.

Arias' Malcolm looks up at him with eyes full of regret and sadness as he leaned closer to Arias as if searching for his touch again.

"I didn't mean to make you upset," he tries but Arias refused to look at him, he moved even closer. "I'm sorry."

"I'll be sleeping alone tonight," Arias says not even looking at his Malcolm.

Arias' Malcolm sinks down completely, a small sad noise pulling from him as his shoulders fell and he tried to get as close to Arias as he could from his position of the floor.

"Well um," Master says, clearing his throat a little. "Yeah... we're just going to go."

"Goodbye little one, I'll see you soon," Arias calls looking to me, purposefully looking over his Malcolm.

I give him a wave over Master's shoulder and hang on as Master takes us out of the house and to his machine, his car.

"That was something I wish I never saw," Master comments, shaking his head while he tied me into my seat in the back. "It's been a long day, I'm sure you're tired. Let's get you home and fed and then to bed."

"M-Master," I start hopefully, I cross my legs to stop the rising part from showing. "I'm not v-very tired, c-can we... i-if Master wants...k-kiss a-and...Master..."

Master's hand comes around my neck as he crashes his lips into mine, I let my eyes fall close as Master's lips sweep hungrily over mine.

I lean up for more of his lips, wrapping my arms around Master and pulling him closer to me for more, my bad parts were being really bad but I didn't mind because it felt so good.

Master forced his tongue into my mouth and I let him, he tasted every part of me he could, his tongue searching my mouth and taking control of every inch of me.

I moan into his mouth when he digs his hand between my legs and cups my naughty bits, giving it a rough squeeze before he pulls his lips away from mine.

"Nghh, M-Master," I moan as I look down at the place he was squeeze and gripping, the place that Master owned.

"You're so sexy and you don't even know it," Master whispers against my ear, he kisses his way down my neck and squeezes a little harder.

I push from the seat but the strap over my chest kept me in place for Master to play with.

"It's getting harder to keep myself under control, to take things slowly with you."

"Ahhhh," I moan out when Master sucks on a spot on my neck, licking and biting it gently in a way that made my hole squeeze and clench, it even felt a bit wet. "Master, uh... ah! P-Please..."

"Kalem," Master groans as he pulls my hand down from him and steps back making me whine for more of him. "I'm going to drive home and I'll have my way with you when we get there but I need you keep yourself like this for me, hard and wanting. Can you do that Kalem?"

I shake my head because it was hard to get words out and I didn't really know what Master wanted exactly but Master knew that.

"Keep your hand here," Master says as he directs my right hand to my naughtiest part and pushed down making me gasp as my body squirmed all over. "Rub yourself and squeeze yourself, I want you hard and desperate when we get home... but don't release."

"N-No messes?" I ask through a small cry because I didn't think I could stop myself from making a mess and Master had his hand on mine, pushing it down on my hard, wet spot.

"No mess," Master confirms making me groan a little but he only smiles. "Can you do that for me Kalem?"

"Y-Yes Master," I say with a shaky nod.

"Good boy," Master praises before kissing me hard again and I almost messed.

‘This is going to be really, really hard.’

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literaticat · 2 years

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I'm am editor at a big pub in the same category that I write. I really want to keep this stuff separate because I'd like to be taken seriously as a writer and avoid any preferential treatment. Even though I know most agents wouldn't offer based on that if the book is a shitshow, I'm irrationally worried they may be influenced by the idea of a close connection. Would you be upset if one of your clients never told you and you find out later?

I really appreciate the sentiment here but I think you are actually hobbling yourself unnecessarily?

I don't think ANY agent would offer because of your day job. Truly. However ... they might request the full in the first place because of it. Just like no publisher will buy the book on submission if it is a hot mess -- however, if your agent is able to say "so-and-so is an editor at bigpublisher" -- they probably WILL take a look at it with much more alacrity. They just will. Publishing people love publishing-professionals-turned-authors. So... is that a bad thing?

I personally want to use every possible means of getting people to READ the stuff I'm submitting, because as I'm sure you know, everyone is SO burnt out and busy and everything else -- having a "hook" that cuts through that is huge. Like, if my author is a NYT bestseller or a famous person -- I'm probably not going to submit their book under a different name and hide those facts. Because while those facts won't make a publisher buy a book if they don't want to buy the book - it probably WILL make them at least read and consider it, whereas Joe Schmo's ms might languish for months or forever.

You know that your worry is irrational (you said it yourself!) -- but if this makes you feel better: You, as an editor, can (should!) have work-related boundaries with your agent. Like, if I wanted to rep you -- we'd have a conversation FIRST about how it would work with regards to your day job. While our paths might (and indeed probably would) cross randomly -- I'd never want to put you in a weird position, or have to negotiate with you on behalf of another client, etc. I would NOT expect to submit my client's work to you -- quite the opposite, I would purposely AVOID doing so. And if there was a situation where I literally *had to* send you a client's work (you get assigned it, you have the option, whatever), I'd probably recuse myself of the negotiation and have my boss or another agent do that part so there could be no weirdness there. In other words, I think you can take the idea of an agent being "influenced by a close connection" off the table.

If you submitted under a different name and never told me you were an editor (aka A PUBLISHING COLLEAGUE) -- I would be beside myself if I found out later. BESIDE myself. NOT OKAY. lol. First of all, I think that would mean that I almost certainly WOULD have been submitting things to you, or whatever -- my god, I would feel like such a FOOL if I found out later that you'd secretly BEEN MY OWN CLIENT all along???? Not only that -- it would be a sort of difficult ruse to keep up for any length of time. I know what my clients look and sound like. I have met many of them and at least zoomed or whatever with all of them. I know what most editors look and sound like, and if they are new and I don't know them yet, eventually I will. So... uh... ???? If I come by the office for a meeting with the editors, and you are one of the editors, is this a Clark Kent situation or what?

Basically I think it is best practices to be truthful with your agent at all times with anything that could potentially affect how they sell the book, where they send the book, etc. They are your fiduciary, they are handling your career, they are are representing you to other people, and if you haven't given them all the information, that's a potential problem for both of you.

If you really truly don't want to use your name or tell them your job at the query stage, well, I think you are making a mistake, but that's your call. But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell them if you are actually potentially going to be their client. They don't need to USE your name if you truly don't want them to -- but your agent needs to know what's up if they are going to protect you and strategize with you.

(And, they obviously need to know your name if they are going to PAY you!)

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that.

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

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Amelia's 400 followers mutual appreciation

okay what??? There's 400 of you?? I cannot believe it 🤯🤯 I'm so thankful for everyone that is following me and enjoys my content <3 I'm seriously so lucky to have all of you! For this milestone, I decided to make a post where I appreciate my lovely mutuals, because THEY ARE MY FAMILY AND I LOVE THEM <3 sooo enjoy lovelies mwah mwah

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Huh

Unlocked is one of my least favorite books and the first one is one of my favorites

And that's an entirely valid and reasonable ranking/opinion to have on the series! There's no right answer as to which book is the best, but it's always fun to see the different reasonings people have for their opinions.

I think Unlocked being disliked is a more common perspective in the fandom (especially closer to release date), and for good reason. There's a lot of frustration around Keefe and his decisions, thinking he undid a lot of progress by going back to his old methods and generally just wanting a different outcome. Additionally, it felt like it did him a disservice in a way, giving him this big ability and making his miserable and then sending him away. On top of that, we got very little Sophie and Keefe time together, which felt like we'd get with the way their relationship (not talking romantic) has developed, but instead we were robbed of that. I'm just theorizing though! There's several reasons why people might not like unlocked

oh also with it being a novella when we were expecting a full length novel, and the kotlc guide isn't something a lot of people may be interested in reading. There's a lot of quality information, but it's dense, so if you were anticipating a whole other book and got this I could see how it would be disappointing. (not saying this is what you think; this is me guessing reasoning behind why someone wouldn't like Unlocked)

I personally love worldbuilding and the details of it, so having a guide was very interesting and I didn't mind it delaying the rest of the story! There was old info a and new info and things I'd forgotten about, so that look into the work behind the story built a positive association in my mind.

And then the story itself felt like we were finally building up to something coming to fruition. Honestly I think Sophie really sold it for me. She took a stance and was aggressive and destructive about it--cathartic, in a way. She got to be angry and take control for a little bit and I loved it, so I hope we get to see more!! it hasn't felt like she's been truly fighting for the past several books, but her actions in Unlocked seemed fueled and strategic and ruthless in a way I always love to read about.

On top of that, I saw Keefe running away as something fun and interesting story-wise. I think I actually made a few posts about how I was excited he'd run away because I wanted to see the shit that would go down. Stories like these are made to entertain (one of their many roles), and Keefe leaving again does just that. It makes drama and produces questions, which is all it needs to do.

and then for the first book, I can see why you'd like it!! The story and the world were so much simpler then, it's like a fond memory looking back before everything went to shit. Sophie's biggest problems were school and her grades and her crush, not trying to juggle several political things and battles and homework and a love life and all that. I think the first book preserves a lot of that sense of what some of us wanted as kids, a magic world we had a right to where we'd learn we weren't actually human and everything would be okay. because we see Sophie in that book and go cool!! I wish I could do that!! because nothings gone terribly wrong yet and the world seems so nice and better than what we have. At least, those are the things I like about the first book

There's also the nostalgia of it. It was our introduction to the world, so rereading it is like visiting an old friend or thinking back on something with new wisdom. But perhaps I'm just sentimental!!

Personally, I'll always appreciate the first book for introducing this whole world, but it's gotten more complicated now and it simply can't hold up to that for me. It's like thank you for your service. you've done your job, but now you can rest. This is a thing we see in a lot of series and media, the first book/episode/season of it setting up the rest of the story and then everything past it goes beyond and gets better and exceeds expectations. it starts to pale in comparison, but that excitement and wonder I had when first reading it was real.

Essentially, the first book walked so the rest of the series could run. We've read about so many things! So many places and characters and conflicts, and none of that would be possible without the first book. But it's obvious when reading it that it was only the beginning of the story. I remember it with fondness and it's what got me hooked on the whole series, but it doesn't satisfy my desire for complexity and detail anymore, if that makes sense.

I love all the books and have read them so many times I lost count, so I really don't think I could rank them. But the first and most recent book always stand out and for very different reasons. Just because the first is my least favorite doesn't mean I don't like it!!

Also all my speculating about why people may like and dislike different things are just that: speculating. I can't say why you may or may not like them, I just took a guess based on some reasoning I had!! So if there's something that draws or repels you from either that I missed/got wrong, you're more than welcome to correct me on that!!

#every ask I answer I get closer and closer to doing a reread #i mean with unlocked paperback coming out maybe I should to get ready to read that #nanowrimo is starting in a few days and here I am thinking about doing a whole reread #i wonder if I did one if I'd have a ranking this time #I doubt it #but I still wonder!!#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #nonsie

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