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Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

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categories: smut, oral, mommy kink

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The first week of classes was always a struggle.

You weren’t much of a morning person, preferring to sleep in until early afternoon. But life doesn’t always work the way you want it to. So, you had no choice but to get out of bed at the asscrack of dawn and drag yourself on campus.

You tapped your pencil to the rhythm of your foot as you looked around the classroom. A lot of bright, young faces. Mixed in with them were people you could align yourself with. Seasoned veterans, those who knew to cheat the system by doing the minimum amount of work possible in order to pass. You sat in the very back of the lecture hall, making sure your seat was as close to the doors as possible. Since most people chose to sit in the front, you had the entire row to yourself in the back. Your backpack was plopped on the seat next to you.

Sitting in the back meant you had a great view of the entire lecture hall. You were able to see most people’s laptop and phone screens. Many were focused on the current class or one of their others, while others were texting friends or browsing random videos. Since you have finished almost all of the classes required for your major, this was just to meet a graduation requirement.

“One last quarter, let’s get this over with.” you muttered to yourself as you closed your eyes.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” a soft voice called out.

You tilted your head up, opening your eyes. You were a bit annoyed, having almost fallen fully asleep. Looking up at the beautiful face smiling at you, your facial expression quickly changed. Her long, black hair flowed neatly down her shoulders. Her large, dark brown eyes could be seen even through her heartwarming eye smile. Her face was extremely symmetrical, milky in color and complemented by full, pink lips. You’ve never met someone so easy on the eyes. But what really got your attention was her large chest, her bra outlined by a skintight white shirt that showed off her toned tummy. She completed the look with a pair of light blue jeans that highlighted every curve on her body. Wide full hips, powerful looking thighs, and a cute round butt that was begging to be spanked.

“Is anyone sitting next to you?” she repeated, pointing at where your backpack was.

“Oh… n-no.” you replied, taking your backpack and putting it behind you.

“Thank you.”

The beautiful woman takes off her bag and sits next to you. As you watch her take out her laptop and notebook, you can’t help yourself from smiling. She truly was attractive. At the same time, you looked down the row and the one across your left side. Both were completely empty, save for the two of you.

“I don’t mind but why did this beautiful woman sit next to me, of all places? Every other seat here is unoccupied.”

The woman sees your face deep in thought and smiles shyly.

“I sit in this area every time I have a class here, had at least one in the past three years. In this particular lecture hall, it’s my favorite spot. Don’t worry, I don’t have a crush on you or will follow you around campus like a lost puppy.” she teased, having seemingly read your mind.

“This is my favorite spot too. And I wasn’t trying to say you were-”

“Unless…”

“I uh-”

“I’m just kidding. Hi, my name is Kwon Eunbi.” her big, bright eyes shined as she extended her hand out to you. You take it in kind, introducing yourself as well.

“So, what’s your major?” Eunbi asked you.

“Biomedical Engineering, how about you?”

“Wow, you’re so smart! I’m in Broadcasting and Entertainment.” she replied.

You smiled. You just met her and she already made you feel comfortable. Talking to strangers was never your strong suit. Before you could ask her more questions, the professor entered the lecture hall.

“Welcome, all. This is Physics 136, Particle Physics. I’m your instructor for this course. Those of you who expect an easy A or are taking this class as a graduate requirement, I encourage you to leave now.”

The moment the professor stopped speaking, several students got up from their seats and began to exit the lecture hall. You and Eunbi looked at each other, both feeling uneasy.

“I take it you’re not a physics kind of girl?” you whispered to Eunbi.

“I’m not even a math kind of girl. I barely passed Calculus with a C-.” she whispered back. “But you’re good at physics, right?”

“Regular physics and a little bit of quantum for conversational purposes. I have no idea about particle physics” you replied.

You saw Eunbi’s momentarily shocked face before she smiled.

The only reason you took this extra class was because your academic adviser told you you needed a few more units in order to graduate. As it was only a few weeks before the quarter began, most classes were already full. You looked up all available options with open vacancies and ended up choosing this course. You learned Eunbi did the same thing.

The next few weeks came and went rather quickly. Particle physics was the only course you had to try in, all the others were general ed courses that you could have slept in and still passed. You and Eunbi continued to sit in your unofficial assigned seats in the back of the lecture hall. Sometimes she would switch it up and sit in your corner seat. Whoever arrived early would have a snack or drink ready for the other. Her warm smile was something you always looked forward to seeing in class. While you two kept your talking during lecture to a minimum, walks after class were fun as you two complained about the lesson or talked about what was going on in other classes. On a random Friday after class, Eunbi asked for your phone and inputted her number. You then received a text from an unknown number, seeing a simple smiley face. She smiles as she reminds you to save her number. The two of you got to know each other even better through texting. She was extremely witty and fun to talk to, often sending you multiple short messages at once. Most were about how boring her classes were or a photo of what she was currently eating.

The quarter has now entered the halfway point and as such, you no longer dreaded your morning class. Starting your day off seeing Eunbi’s pretty smile and her beautiful face were a great beginning to the school week. Experimental particle physics and the Large Hadron Collider didn’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath of air as Eunbi’s weekend beach trips with her friends or the new poses she learned in Pilates class.

You found yourself waking up at the usual time for the morning class, but leaving your apartment earlier so you could be the first one to the lecture hall. You wanted to talk to her a bit more, even if it was just a few minutes. You and Eunbi would meet up after class as well. Study sessions in the library or grabbing a quick bite to eat in the campus dining area. The more you two spent time together, Eunbi began to open up. You learned her mother was hesitant about her major since she wanted Eunbi to choose marketing instead. She worked several part time jobs every summer before a new school year in order to have some money saved up. During this time Eunbi became more physically affectionate, choosing to link arms with you often or finding excuses to softly hit you.

“I’m telling you, there’s no way you’re older than me!” Eunbi whined as you two were sitting under a tree at the on campus park.

“I told you, your brother is only a year older than me!” you said, laughing.

“Prove it.”

You handed her your campus ID. Eunbi smiled, seeing your photo.

“Nice picture..”

“Hey! My friend was with me. He made funny faces which caused the photo to look like that.” you replied.

She looked at your ID and gasped.

“Y-You’re… older…”

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. Plus, we’re only a year apart.”

Eunbi puffed her cheeks and pouted. She was convinced she was older, making you call her noona and being a tsundere when doing nice things for you.

“Awh, is my little Eunbi mad?” you said, pinching her cheeks.

She pushed your hand away. You laughed, Eunbi was always so cute when she sulked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew.” you said, looking at her sincerely.

“It’s just… it was nice being called noona for a change.” she said quietly.

“I can still call you that, you know. Nothing has to be different between us. Noona”

Eunbi looked into your eyes. You smiled, causing her to do the same. What you didn’t expect was for Eunbi to raise your hands and eat the remaining bite of your sandwich.

“What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is noona’s.”

You weren’t willing to admit it out loud, but you began to have feelings for Eunbi.

At long last, finals season arrived. The campus libraries and study centers were filled with students who looked like zombies, not caring about their appearance as the tables in front of them were littered with textbooks and other course materials. One person in particular dozed off with a coffee cup still in hand. You used to be one of these people, feeling like you had eyebags that made you look like a raccoon. You thought of the caffeine fueled all nighters that were pulled, cramming notes and binders full of work that ended up being more of memorization than actually studying the material. Those days are thankfully long gone. Now you only have the physics finals left to take, all you have to do is pass with a C. It’s safe to say, you were hardly under any stress.

Your professor scheduled a comprehensive review session the day before the final. Most finals weren’t for another week, but the entire class powered through the material which benefited both the students and the instructor. You decided to go, figuring you might actually learn something instead of coasting by like you have the entire quarter. Assuming your regular seat in the lecture hall, you look at your phone. It was only a few minutes until class began. You looked around, trying to find any sign of Eunbi. Thirty minutes into the review and she still hasn’t shown up. Never one to be late, you thought of all the possible scenarios for why she wasn’t currently next to you. Did she oversleep? Maybe she decided to just study at home. Is she sick? Maybe you should bring her some food. Or is she on a date? All these thoughts played out like a large film strip. You unlocked your phone and decided to text her.

“Everything okay? The final review is going on right now.”

“Ahh, yes I’m almost there! I’ll see you in a bit!”

As if on cue the moment you locked your phone and put it down, the lecture hall doors swung open and the woman you have been waiting for entered. Eunbi looked different today from her usual outfits. You knew her as someone who would wear tight fitting crop top tees and jeans, showing off her cute midriff and the tiniest bit of love handles. This time she wore a tan cardigan top with a black undershirt, one you were hoping was a spaghetti strap. She complimented the look with a gold bracelet, and rosy red colored nails that matched her tint of lipstick. The outfit was finished with a gray short pleated skirt and black thigh highs with sneakers. But what really caught your eye was her new bobbed haircut. Having grown used to Eunbi having long, beautiful hair, this was a pleasant surprise for you. It gave her even more of a mature and elegant vibe. You also could never get used to how beautiful she looked with and without makeup. Maybe she had an important date after class? You remember her talking about how one of the guys in the broadcasting club was extremely handsome. Jealousy welled inside you, you hated the thought of Eunbi being interested in someone else.

“Sorry I’m so late, slept past four alarms.” she whispered to you as she put her bag on the empty chair next to her and pulled out her notes.

“You’re dressed even nicer than usual, got a big date today?”

Eunbi looked at you and laughed softly before hitting your shoulder. “No, silly. The weather is nice today so I thought it was the perfect time to wear a cute outfit. Haven’t worn any of these since I bought them over the summer.”

A part of you wished you didn’t text Eunbi at all. The review that doubled as a final lecture had everyone’s attention but yours. Most of your time was spent stealing glances at your beautiful seatmate. You eyed the way her powerful thighs looked under a relatively short skirt and how the black thigh highs she wore were your weakness. But what you were really looking at was Eunbi’s large protruding breasts, especially when she removed the cardigan. Most of the time she wore tight fitting crop top tees or long sleeves, only showing the outline of her boobs. But now you are finally given a wonderful view of her cleavage and milky colored skin. You began to fantasize about burying your face with her breasts, or even how your penis would look sandwiched in between her soft flesh. Your eyes remained on her body like a high powered laser, scanning every inch of her body as possible. She’d probably be burned from how intensely you were eyeing her.

Thankfully, the class was finally over. You were happy you didn’t have an erection that had to be covered. You and Eunbi both sighed the moment you exited the class, both of you stretching your arms and bodies. You pulled Eunbi in for a hug, surprising her temporarily before she smiled and reciprocated. Letting go, you pinched her cheeks and waved at her. As you turned to leave, she called out your name.

“Are you doing anything after this?”

“Uh, probably going to the library and studying a bit. How about you?”

“I was too… but noona has a better idea.” she said, skipping towards you as she takes her arm in yours. “Why don’t we study at my place? I know you live on campus but my apartment is only ten minutes away by bus. It’s much quieter and I could really use my best friend to help me out.”

You looked unsure, you liked Eunbi and hanging out with her is always fun. But you wanted to actually do well on tomorrow’s exam. Eunbi tugged on the sleeve of your jacket, causing you to look down. Her bright beautiful eyes were watery as she pouted her lips and gave you the cutest sad expression you’ve ever seen.

“You can’t keep giving me those sad eyes every time.” you teased, pinching her cheeks.

“Please… I’ll even buy you dinner! Please. Oppa.”

Your eyes widened hearing her call you oppa, knowing she only reserves that word for when she really needs to. You were whipped for Eunbi, even if she was just your best friend. The truth was, you weren’t going to study at all. You were going to grab a meal and maybe a few drinks with friends before you went home and browsed through tv shows until it was time for bed.

“Fine. But I expect a really fancy dinner.” you teased, squishing her cheeks together as Eunbi pouted.

Eunbi squealed, happy you could never say no to her. Her stomach had other plans, making loud noises. She placed her hand on it, as you both looked at each other and laughed.

“Why don’t we eat something first?” you said.

“C’mon let’s go, noona knows a wonderful cafe we can hangout at for a bit.” she said as she held onto your hand and dragged you along. As Eunbi hummed and talked about how happy she was the quarter was about to end, you couldn’t help but notice how short her skirt really was. Every step she took showed off her well sculpted thighs and the tiniest bit of her round butt cheeks from where her shorts ended. You felt like they were teasing you, asking to be spanked.

The two of you reached the cafe. It was very modern, a minimalist approach to the interior and shiny countertops and machines scattered throughout. Eunbi’s arm was linked with yours as you two found a cozy table and sat down.

Eunbi pouted at you the moment you two sat down.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Eunbi remained silent, watching you intently. You looked down and saw her holding her phone.

“Does noona want me to take her photo?”

She nodded, smiling brightly at you.

“I really should be asking payment for being your photographer.” you said, laughing. You decided to take several photos of her, ensuring that she would like at least one. As the two of you scroll through the photos, you hear someone approaching your table.

“Welcome to our cafe, here are your menus. You two look like a lovely couple-” The slightly deep voice of the waitress caused you to look up.

“Oh, oppa!”

“Ting…”

Eunbi looked at the waitress and then you, slightly confused.

“Ahh, this is Chong Tingyan. She’s an old friend from when I took cooking classes a few years ago. We got really close after and her name amongst our friend group is Elkie. Ting, say hi. This is an unnie from oppa’s university.”

“Really? Hello, my name is Ting. Or Elkie as oppa likes to call me.” Elkie says with a laugh. Her husky, deeper sounding voice was a pleasant juxtaposition to her beautiful face and model-like body.

“Ah, yes. Hello.” Eunbi said timidly. She tucked several loose strands behind her ear. You could have sworn you saw the slightest hint of jealousy in Eunbi’s face, but decided not to say anything about it.

“How have you been, oppa? We never see you anymore! The girls always talk about you… and I miss you.” Elkie said, the last part in as quiet of a voice as possible.

“What was that?” you asked, a bit confused on what you just heard.

“I meant… Yeeun misses you! You know how she always hung around you whenever we all met up after class.”

“I miss you guys too. Ask the girls know when they are free, we need to catch up like old times.” you said, laughing softly.

“I will.” Elkie said, laughing as well. “What would you guys like to drink?”

“I’ll take a mocha frappuccino. What about you-”

“Your favorite drink still hasn’t changed, oppa.”

“With everything else changing, it’s nice to have something constant.” you replied.

“I’ll take an iced americano.” Eunbi simply interjected.

“Sure. I’m usually the barista but since one of the girls called out, I’m doing both today. I’ll be right back with your drinks.” Elkie said as she gave you a fist bump and walked away.

“Iced americano? You don’t normally drink coff-” Turning to Eunbi, you saw her nostrils flaring as there was a glint of anger in her eyes.

“Oppa. We’re going home after this.”

The two of you drank your caffeine filled beverages in relative silence before you went to the counter and thanked Elkie. This was quickly cut off, as Eunbi dragged you away. The walk to and wait for the bus was filled with more silence. You weren’t sure why she was so jealous of Elkie, deciding you would ask her about it when you were at her apartment.

“The bus is here.” Was all she said as she finally broke the hour long silent treatment. Eunbi boarded without a second glance at you. You sighed, tapping your phone at the digital farebox at the front. Since it was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, there were no empty seats available. The ride from the cafe to where she said her apartment was wouldn’t take too long. But with each stop, more people got on than those who would get off.

The ride to her apartment was extremely bumpy, filled with steep hills and pothole laced asphalt. As fate would have it, you had an unexpected erection that would unintentionally rub against Eunbi’s butt through the fabric of both of your clothes. Internally cursing yourself for wearing joggers, you looked down and let out a silent scream as you saw a visibly noticeable bulge. Trying to move your hips sideways and not draw even more attention, you were temporarily successful until the bus running over a giant pothole caused the person behind you to push you onto Eunbi once more.

You were extremely nervous, the tip of your cock repeatedly pressed against Eunbi’s ass through her skirt as the bus continued to toss people around unforgivingly.

“Oppa…” Eunbi whimpered, nervously. “Oppa, I think someone’s poking my butt with their thing.”

As she reached behind to try and find out if it really was a pervert molesting her in public transportation, she swiftly turned around once she gripped onto something. Looking up, she found you extremely embarrassed, your face a beet-colored shade of red. Eunbi was right about someone poking her butt with their penis, but not that it was you accidentally doing so thanks to the rough bus ride. It took her a few seconds to register what was going on, before she released her tight grip on your penis and quickly turned around. Eunbi’s face reflected the same shade of red as yours when you both made eye contact.

Coughing slightly, Eunbi turned around and remained silent for the duration of the bus ride. Both of your faces felt warm as neither of you could do anything about your cock rubbing against Eunbi’s ass. While you were slightly turned on, you were mostly embarrassed of the entire situation.

Fortunately, this only lasted several more minutes as the automated recording message announced Eunbi’s stop. You thought about exiting several times, but worried about leaving Eunbi by herself. How were you supposed to face her now?

“Oppa, it’s our stop.” she said to you.

As the both of you got off, you wore your backpack in front while carrying her bag. Normally, Eunbi would have put her arm in yours by now. But after what happened at the cafe and bus, you weren’t surprised she just walked next to you. Eunbi knew what you were trying to do, but remained silent in order to save you from further embarrassment.

“Is our class the only final you have left?”

You looked over and were surprised, yet thankful she took the initiative and started a conversation after the incident on the bus.

“It is. I already finished my other two a few days ago. What about you?”

“Ours will be my first.”

The two of you smiled, happy to put the awkward situation behind you. Eunbi hit your shoulder softly as she returned to linking arms with you. You ended up laughing the entire walk over until you reached the outside of her apartment door. With one simple press of her passcode that you found out was her birthday, you entered Eunbi’s apartment.

It wasn’t much, but for a young single woman like Eunbi, a cozy one bedroom apartment felt like a house for a university student who relied on part time jobs and a bit of allowance from her parents.

“Make yourself at home, oppa.” She said to you, placing her bag on the couch and went inside her bedroom to change.

This was a foreign experience to you, having never been in any woman’s apartment or dorm room before. You admired the simplicity of her home, the bright colors and minimalist art pieces were a reflection of her personality.

“Let’s get started.” You heard her say from behind. Looking up, you mentally cursed yourself. Eunbi returned to wearing a tight fitting top, showing off her toned tummy as you noticed the words “Unknown Heroes” printed on the shirt that you desperately wanted to rip off. She changed into jean shorts, which still gave you a good view of the bottom part of Eunbi’s buttcheeks.

Her hips swayed with each step before she finally sat on the cool wooden floor. Patting the adjacent empty space, Eunbi invited you to accompany her. You took your laptop out of her bag and placed it on the low table in front of you both.

“Why don’t we study by ourselves for half an hour? And then ask each other questions afterwards.”

“Oh, sure. Sounds good.”

The truth was, you have already been studying throughout the week. You used it as an excuse to spend more time with Eunbi outside of class. Unfortunately, your plans for a wonderful day with her were ruined from the awkward meeting with Elkie and the dreaded dry humping that was still fresh in your mind. Slowly, you began fantasizing about Eunbi and her wonderful body, which caused your penis to become erect once more.

“What, why is this so hard! Oh my god!” you heard Eunbi scream, causing you to stop daydreaming.

“W-What happened…”

“This question is so hard! Can you show noona why she can’t solve this problem to completion?”

You sighed, thinking another incident was going to happen even though you were both sitting next to each other side by side. Eunbi handed you her notebook to review the homework question.

Reviewing what she had written down, you felt Eunbi leaning closer to see. Unfortunately, you felt her large, soft breasts firmly pressed against your arm. She placed her left arm on your upper thigh, rubbing it unconsciously. You were afraid she was going to touch your erection again. Eunbi’s body was so close to yours, you could smell the intoxicating scent radiating from her body. It was a beautiful floral fragrance, one you thought to be cherry blossoms which were a nice compliment to her natural body scent. Your heartbeat began to increase rapidly as you felt a lump start to form in your throat.

“So how do I complete it?” She asked, rubbing your thigh once more.

“To solve the question, you first… uh… get rid of the m on the r-right side and then divide by… uhh… uhm… V.”

“Really? That’s so easy! Thanks, oppa.” Eunbi said with a cheerful smile, returning to her side of the table.

You finally were able to catch your breath again, thankful she didn’t place her hand on your crotch once more.

Eunbi really wasn’t lying when she told you she wasn’t a Physics kind of girl at the beginning of the semester. She had no problem hosting the university’s radio program or talking to strangers, but finding the force at which an object drops was not her thing. She had many more questions for you as the two of you continued studying, and each time she placed her hand on your thigh and rubbed her pillowy soft tits on your arm.

After the first few times, you weren’t sure if Eunbi was doing it on purpose or not. You constantly questioned if this was her way of flirting with you. It was already a bit strange how she liked being physically affectionate with you, but you wondered if she placed her hands on thighs and rubbed her breasts on the arms of other guys before. You wanted to confess to Eunbi, but all the worst case scenarios played through your mind. How would she react to it? Would she think you were getting close only to get in her pants? Trying to decipher every word she was saying and her actions were doing you no good, it gave you more stress than the actual final at this point.

“Oppa, are you okay?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh y-yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why don’t we take a break? I’m tired of studying.” she said, leaning in close to you. Her soft voice tickled your inner ear as you felt the familiar sensations of her hand on your thigh and her breasts rubbing against your arm.

“That sounds great!” you replied, quickly going to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. The sudden cold rush of air felt wonderful on your hot face and body.

There was no denying it at this point. All of Eunbi’s hints and innuendos pointed to one thing. And although you have fantasized and touched yourself at the thought of fucking Eunbi, you constantly told yourself someone like her was way out of your league. The worst part was, you’ve never been intimate with a woman before. Spending almost all of your time in college cooped up in the library or going straight to work after classes gave you little time for meeting girls at all. You enjoyed fantasizing about her, since it was the only way you could feel like you wouldn’t disappoint her in bed.

“Want anything to drink?”

“I’ll take another iced americano. Thanks, oppa!” She called from the desk, not bothering to look at you. Foraging around her refrigerator filled with various half eaten meals, you managed to find some and create drinks for the both of you.

“Hopefully this is strong enough for you.” You said to her as you handed her the drink.

The short coffee break was enough to re-energize you two to finish studying. Another half hour later, you did just that.

“Thank God, I’m so done with physics. I don’t want to look at another formula again after tomorrow.” Eunbi said, stretching her body as she leaned onto the couch.

The two of you began studying in the middle of the afternoon, looking outside the window to see it is now nighttime.

“Oh man, we studied for that long? Guess we should get some dinner.” you said.

“How about chicken and some beer? I know a place that delivers really quickly. I’m basically on their speed dial.”

“Sure, whatever you’d like.”

Eunbi took out her phone and began scrolling through, asking for your input to make sure she ordered the right flavors.

“Food should be here in about 15 minutes.”

The doorbell rang, indicating Eunbi’s order had arrived.

“Oppa, here’s my wallet.”

“Don’t worry, it shouldn’t be too expensive.”

Thanking the delivery driver, you grabbed the two plastic bags and placed them onto the study desk that Eunbi had cleared out.

Eunbi turned on the television and explained to you how she watched the program being aired every week, not wanting to miss a single episode. This was the first time the two of you shared a meal together. You tried your best to eat quickly while being clean, not wanting to show her how fast you could finish your meal. Eunbi on the other hand had other ideas, aggressively biting the chicken drumsticks and not bothering to wipe her lips.

“Ahh, that isn’t ladylike.” You said, wiping her lower lip with your thumb. Eunbi replied with a mischievous smile, telling you she was at home and as such, didn’t need to worry about others seeing her eat this way. Her cheeks were stretched as she stuffed copious amounts of food into her mouth. Her beautiful smile was pleasant to look at, it always made you smile back in response.

Just then, both of your phones dinged and your lockscreens were brought to life. Both of you had preview messages hidden, the only thing displayed was a new email notification. Eunbi leaned in closer to you, her breasts pressed against your shoulder. You sighed, trying to wipe your fingers clean before opening the message.

Dear Physics 136 students,

Apologies for this email reaching you all so late. It seems I have accidentally reserved the exam hall for this week, and not tomorrow like originally planned. As such, the exam will take place in exactly one week from tomorrow. I’m sorry once again and will look forward to seeing you all.

“I guess we have one more week to study then, huh.” she said.

“It seems so… why don’t we have more beer since we don’t have class tomorrow.”

Eunbi looked at you in pretend shock. “What happened to the oppa who only wanted to focus on studying?” she teased before swaying her hips and going to the kitchen. She returned with two ice cold cans of beer.

“I have a lot more so you don’t have to worry about drinking them quickly.”

As the two of you popped the tabs open, you raised the cans into the air.

“To particle physics!” you proudly stated.

“To particle physics.” Eunbi replied, giggling.

The two of you clinked cans and each took a sip. The cold alcoholic beverage mellowed your tense nerves. Dinner continued on as you both took bites of chicken and alternated pieces of pickled radish in between. The two of you shared stories from when you both first started university. The night was filled with embarrassing moments and fun filled laughter. Eventually, all of the things she ordered were consumed; many empty styrofoam packages were sprawled all over the desk.

“Thank you so much for dinner, noona. I really should be heading home though before the last bus arrives.”

“Awh, don’t leave. The night is still young! And you haven’t finished telling me the story about your roommate. One more beer. Just one more. Please… oppa.” She pleaded, using her giant, sad filled eyes to convince you to stay. You looked at the clock.

“I guess one more can wouldn’t hurt.”

Eunbi squealed in excitement, grabbing two more cans of beer as she listened intently about how your roommate got locked out of your old apartment when you went home one weekend to visit family. She managed to squeeze the truth about the beer only being one can, as the one can soon turns into two and then three.

“Eunbi, I really should get going.” You finally said, slightly slurring your words.

“Hmm… I don’t think you can, oppa. Look.” She said, holding out her phone and showing you the last bus just departed for the night.

“Don’t worry though! You can spend the night here!”

“A-Are you sure?” you asked. The both of you have consumed so many cans of beer, it was starting to affect your decision making.

“This couch is pretty comfortable. I’ve fallen asleep here many times when watching shows late at night.”

Besides being slightly intoxicated, you thought sleeping on the couch would be the best thing for both of you since it meant nothing you both would regret the next day would happen.

“Oppa, let’s have one more can!”

You sighed, before sitting back down and chugging the fermented beverage.

Crushing another can in your hand, the drinking moved onto the sofa as the two of you were feeling uncomfortable sitting on the floor. The alcohol certainly helped you feel more relaxed around Eunbi. The two of you changed topics and suddenly began telling each other secrets.

Leaning her head onto her fist, she turned to you slightly.

“So, oppa. How many girls have you fucked?”

You coughed, almost spitting out your beer. Her tone was a mix of joking and serious. You couldn’t take her seriously as she slurred her words and her cheeks were a deep shade of red.

“I think you should say how many guys you’ve fucked before.”

“That’s not fair! I asked the question first!” she whined.

“And I told you I failed my permit test the first time I took it! No one knows that.”

“Fine.” she said, rolling her eyes before sighing. “I’ve slept with four guys. And one girl, but that doesn’t really count since we just did oral stuff. Now it’s your turn to tell me.”

“I’ve slept with so many girls, I can’t remember off the top of my head.” you said arrogantly, laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Eunbi sensed this in your vocal tone.

“You’re lying!” she said, waving her can of beer in the air.

“It’s true! I can’t remember how many women I’ve bedded. I’d say close to a few hundred!”

She laughed, clapping her hands as her face turned even redder. “You? Sleeping with hundreds of women? There’s no way.”

“But it’s true.”

She suddenly gasped, her facial expression changing from laughter to genuine shock.

“Oh my god… Oppa. Are you still a virgin?”

“N-No! Psh, of course not!”

“Oh my god… my oppa is a virgin! Oppa is a virgin!” she teased, laughing rather loudly at this newfound knowledge.

“Fine, okay! I’m still a virgin! Is that what you wanted to hear? I’ve never fucked a woman before.” you yelled out in anger, annoyed at her teasing.

Eunbi was caught by surprise as you turned away from her and sulked. She felt bad for teasing you so much.

“Awh baby, I’m sorry. I took things too far.” she said, turning you around as her hand rubbed your upper thigh.

“Why don’t we change that tonight?” she whispered in your ear seductively, rubbing your cheek before leaning closer. Your lips pressed against each other as you felt her straddle your lap. She playfully bites your lower lip, giggling when you return the action. Her tongue slipped through her parted lips and into yours, forcefully exploring your cavern past your teeth. She eventually retreated, allowing you to reciprocate. The two of you enjoyed giving each other passionate kisses as Eunbi started to move her hips, grinding against your crotch as you bit on her tongue gently. The both of you could feel your cock becoming erect.

Eunbi continues kissing you lovingly, her hand trailing down your neck, past your chest before finding its way down to your tip and crotch area once more. As she slowly forms a claw with her hand on it, you grab her wrist with enough pressure so that it wouldn’t hurt and release her hold on your lips.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Look, Eunbi. I’m really scared. I don’t want to disappoint you. I really like you and I’m just scared that if we do this, you won’t ever want to see me again after tonight.”

She laughed softly, her rosy red cheeks prominent.

“Baby if I didn’t like you, why would I invite you to my apartment? I really like you too and no, it’s not the alcohol talking. I tried to make it so obvious. I even put on a girly outfit because I planned on today being our first date. But then I ruined it by being jealous of the barista at the cafe. You won’t disappoint me. I think it’s sweet you’re still a virgin. Mommy has a few tricks up her sleeve.”

“Mommy?” you questioned as she pressed her lips against yours once more. She deepened the kiss while simultaneously playing with the tip of your erect cock through your pants, tracing her finger around it.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” she said after breaking the kiss. You quickly do so, tossing it near the kitchen. You helped her remove hers, revealing her black laced bra. Her breasts were even larger than you imagined, a pleasant view which complimented her extremely fit body. Eunbi held onto the waistband of your joggers as she pulled them down to your ankles before removing them fully and tossing them into the void of the living room. Your cock stuck out through your cotton boxers, wanting to be freed from its fabric imprisonment. Eunbi giggled, biting on your tip gently as she noticed a dark stain soaking through.

“Someone seems to be horny.”

“Who wouldn’t be when the woman they like titty fucks their arm during studying.”

Eunbi giggled as she grabbed onto the waistband of your boxers and roughly pulled them down. She is met with a slap to the face of your cock as it sprang free. You were completely exposed in front of her. Eunbi eyed your naked body like a predator who has its sights on its prey. She looked at your cock with hunger, dying for a taste.

Her mouth inched forward, getting closer to your cock. You mentally prepared yourself for her to take you in her mouth, only for her to smirk mischievously as she deviated course and went for your balls. Eunbi’s warm hand gripped onto your shaft as she sucked on each of your full balls. Her strokes were agonizingly slow, trying to draw as much precum out of you as possible. She painted long stripes of saliva from base to tip, swirling her tongue in a counterclockwise motion. Eunbi took her time, wanting to torture you by occasionally stopping and restarting from your base, never fully taking you in her mouth. You tilted your head back on the couch, trying your best to endure the pleasure.

“That’s what you get for not asking me out first.”

Precum continued dribbling out of your tip as she made her way up one final time. As she parted her puckered lips from your shaft, you noticed her lining them up in front of your tip. Giving it a deep kiss, she began taking your cock inside her mouth slowly. You felt her soft, red velvety lips wrapped around your head as she plunged lower and lower onto your shaft. The warmth of her wet mouth and the strength of her suction sent waves of pleasure flowing through your body. She sucked your cock slowly, bobbing up and down at a snail’s pace. Eunbi was testing your limits, never breaking eye contact as she intently watched your facial expressions.

Once the two of you got more comfortable, Eunbi picked up the pace. Her lips started descending lower and lower with each bob of her head. Although your eyes were closed, you felt Eunbi reach for your hands and place them on either side of her head. You followed along to the rhythm she was using to suck your cock. You let out a loud moan as you felt your tip reach the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water as you began pushing her head deeper and deeper. You forced your eyes open, watching as the girl you liked was on her knees and giving you a blowjob. You mentally punched yourself for not having the courage to ask her out.

Eunbi released your cock with a loud pop, traces of her saliva connected to your cock and her mouth. More flowed down her chin and onto the floor below. She smiled, proud of the work she has done. You whimpered, wanting to feel your cock in her mouth even more.

“Don’t worry, baby. This is your reward for being my friend… and soon to be boyfriend by the end of this night.”

Eunbi reached behind and loosened her bra, her soft tits jiggling with each movement. Even though they were covered, you wouldn’t mind staring at them for the rest of your life. She moved slightly towards you. Creating an opening between her bra and tits, Eunbi captured your cock. Both of you moaned as you felt her pillowy soft flesh sandwich your cock in between them.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She slowly grinds her chest against your lower body, your shaft that was covered in her saliva provided easy access in and out between her breasts. You watched as your head and upper half of your cock appeared and disappeared repeatedly from between the mounds of warm, soft flesh.

You were in awe by the sheer amount of pleasure this brought, all of your desires about Eunbi slowly being fulfilled. She tries to lick your head each time it appears from between her breasts, but is unsuccessful as only her tongue is temporarily able to make contact. This doesn’t bother you at all, as it sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You sat on the couch, completely under Eunbi’s spell as she continued to take your hard cock in between her warm, now wet breasts. Her hands squeeze her bra and flesh tightly around your cock. As she continues to try and suck your cock, the both of you alternate between tilting your head back and making eye contact as she looks at you with heavy, seductive eyes.

“Fuck… mommy, that feels so amazing.”

“It does, doesn’t it baby?” she replied, so absorbed at having your cock between her breasts she can’t focus on anything else.

“Oh fuck… mommy is going to make me cum.”

“Cum for mommy, baby.” she said, her full attention still on your cock but now also on the pleasure she is giving you. She increased the pace, squeezing her breasts even tighter around your shaft as it appears and retreats between her soft mounds of flesh. Eunbi pumps her chest faster and faster, smirking in satisfaction as she sees you about to reach your breaking point.

“Mommy… I’m cumming!”

“Cum, baby. Cum for mommy. Shower mommy’s face and tits with your hot, sticky cum. Cum for mommy!”

Your orgasm causes you to groan loudly, as you feel every single semen from your balls erupt from your shaft. The first shot releases while your head is still covered by Eunbi’s large breasts. It sent hot, thick semen into her cleavage and lubricated her breasts with each consecutive thrust. Eunbi tilts her face down as you feel the rest of your semen paint her chin and face, drawing streaks across her cute and innocent features. Some even managed to get in her hair.

You were a bit sad your first ejaculation wasn’t inside her mouth or pussy, but the pleasure she gave you could not be described with enough words. You were awestruck, staring at Eunbi’s cum stained face as the last few thrusts of your cock between her tits released leftover amounts of semen on her upper chest and neck. She grinded her chest on your cock as your orgasm slowly winded down.

Eunbi regretfully releases your cock from her warm, wet cleavage. She returns to her knees, running her tongue on the underside of your base until she reaches your tip. This causes your body to shiver as she pleasures your cock post-orgasm. As she sucks the last few dribbles of your cum, she stretches her body and lets you fully see your artwork on her body. Your semen was sprayed all over her breasts, the soft milky colored skin the perfect canvas for your sin. Her giant, beautiful eyes smiled sweetly at you which contrasted you defiling her face. She smiled, rubbing your cum into her skin, giving it a shiny appearance from the light coming from above.

“Good, you’ll be able to last longer when you fuck me.” Eunbi said, licking her lips as she traced your cum on her face with her fingers before consuming it.

Holding onto you by your cock, she led you to the bedroom. Removing her bra, you were finally blessed with her massive breasts in all of their glory.

“Take off mommy’s shorts, baby.”

One swift unbutton and unzip later, you were met with a matching black thong. She had a noticeable wet spot like you did earlier.

“Someone seems to be horny.” you teased, repeating her words from earlier.

“What girl wouldn’t be when the guy she likes dry humped her on the bus. Now enough, take this useless piece of cloth off mommy.”

You chuckled, the vulgarity of her words a pleasant yet welcomed juxtaposition to her sweet and innocent face. As you slid the poor excuse of fabric off her creamy, wide hips as you were presented with her bright pink pussy. You couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was.

“Baby… why are you staring? Aren’t you going to taste mommy?” A hint of neediness in her voice as her juices began to flow out of her cavern.

You rubbed her thighs gently, massaging her before spreading them apart. As all of this is a new experience for you, the only frame of reference you had for performing oral sex on a woman was from watching porn. All the male, and sometimes female, performers would like the receiving woman’s pussy like it was freshly scooped ice cream. Using that mental image, you sank your head into her wet pussy and stuck out your tongue. Parting her lips, you licked her slit from bottom to top, gradually increasing the pace. You looked like a dog that had been dehydrated for weeks. Expecting to hear moans, you were surprised that Eunbi giggled from you attempting to pleasure her pussy.

“Awh, baby. You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” she joked, still giggling. “My pussy isn’t a popsicle or ice cream. Why don’t you try this. Try drawing the letters of the alphabet with your tongue. Try to guess when to change the speed and pressure as you go along.”

Wanting to pleasure her the same way she did to you, you started off slow. Your tongue went between and all around her warm and wet folds. You even managed to kiss the inner creases of her thighs. As you began drawing the alphabet with your tongue, Eunbi giggled as you recited each letter. A-G was Eunbi still laughing but the further down you went, those giggles turned into moans, especially when you drew the letter V. Her skin started to dampen as you heard her breathing become heavier.

“Baby… oh my god. Baby…!”

Her right hand squeezed her tits, massaging them as she pinched her erect nipples. While her left hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing you deeper as you tasted the juices escaping her dripping wet pussy. Eunbi’s moans evolved into soft screams as you felt her back arch and her toes curl from the heightened pleasure you were giving her. Feeling her orgasm was fast approaching, she pulled on your hair to withdraw your head from her pussy.

“I want you inside me…” she moaned when you gave her a confused expression.

Your cock recovered from your intense orgasm earlier and the act of performing oral on her as well as Eunbi constantly yelling out your name caused it to become erect once more.

You rubbed your cock against her outer pussy lips, feeling her juices stick onto your tip.

“No foreplay, please baby. Just stick your cock inside me.”

Eunbi moaned as you spread her legs and pushed yourself inside her slippery cavern. The sheer warmth and tightness of her pussy felt a thousand times better than using your hand to stroke yourself. Her pussy lips wrapped around your shaft as you slowly thrusted inside her. Eunbi was painfully tight, as the nerve endings on your tip light up in delight from the new sensation.

Eunbi played with her nipples, as her left hand stimulated her clit. You massaged the breast that she wasn’t currently fondling as you thrusted deep inside her. Her tits jiggled from the motion as her body moved up and down. Eunbi was moaning out your name, but her facial expressions weren’t giving the impression that she was enjoying it. Noticing this, you slowed down your thrusts.

“Are you okay, mommy?” you asked.

“I’m really glad you gave me your virginity and I’m happy we’re finally having sex.”

“But?”

“But it doesn’t feel as good as I want it to be.” she panted, trying to catch her breath as you continued slowly fucking her. “Maybe we should try a different position. What do you think?”

“Why don’t you lay down on your tummy?”

Eunbi giggled, giving you a kiss as her back was now facing you. Her elbows and knees were on the bed as she pressed one side of her face onto a pillow. Arching her back high, she gave you a clear view of her perfectly round ass and strong back muscles. As you slide your cock inside her once more, this newfound position allowed you to enter her even deeper. Starting off slow before gradually increasing in rhythm, Eunbi’s moans became louder and more intense.

“Oh fuck, baby… this feels so good.”

You rammed your cock as hard and deep as her tight lips would allow, making sure to cover every inch of your cock with her warm and wet cavern. You joined her, moaning from the pleasure as she panted, trying to catch her breath as her ass smacked against your body repeatedly.

“B-Baby… slow down. There’s a-another position I want to try.”

Removing herself from your cock, Eunbi gently pushed you down onto the bed. You anticipated her next move. Watching Eunbi straddle your legs, she knelt over your cock before using her hand as a guide to slowly lower herself onto your cock. A loud, satisfied moan escaped her lips as your tip once again parted her warm, tight pussy lips. She firmly planted her hands on your chest for support as she began riding your cock.

In this position, Eunbi had all of the control. Not that it made any difference from the rest of the night. Eunbi got more confident the longer she rode you, increasing her pace and going faster than you did. You watched as her large tits bounced up and down along with her, hypnotizing you in all of their fleshy glory. Her moans became louder and louder as your cock disappeared into her slit.

“Mommy, that feels so good.” you managed to moan out when you feel her unconsciously tighten her muscles around your cock, providing you with a euphoric feeling.

“Oh fuck…” you exhaled. “Do that again, mommy.”

Eunbi listened to you, clenching her vaginal muscles hard. She is rewarded with your cries of pleasure.

“Baby, mommy’s going to-” Eunbi is unable to finish her sentence as her orgasm takes over her body. She tilted her head back as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body and into her core. She squeezes your thighs tightly as her toes curled from the ecstasy she was feeling. Eunbi’s body violently shakes as her pussy juices flood your cock. She continues bouncing on your cock as she rides her orgasm down.

“B-Baby, that was amazing. Now it’s your turn to cum. Can you do that? Can you please cum for mommy?”

This time, all her attention and energy was focused on you. She continued riding your cock, looking you straight in the eyes as you noticed a seductive and lust filled gaze as well as a naughty smile. Every bounce of her body on your cock provided you a tingling sensation as you felt your shaft entering and exiting her tight, wet walls. It didn’t take very long for your own orgasm to arrive.

“Mommy, I’m going to c-cum.” you panted.

“You can cum in my pussy later. Right now, I want you in my mouth.”

Eunbi dismounted you, causing you to whine at the loss of her pussy. She made you stand up on the edge of the bed as she got on her knees. Taking your throbbing cock and slapping her tongue with it several times, she alternated between sucking your tip and stroking your shaft in order to get you to cum.

“Baby… cum for mommy. Give mommy all of your hot cum.”

As you grabbed onto Eunbi’s head and forced her to take your cock all the way to its base, you repeatedly bobbed her head up and down as she eagerly awaited your hot load. Unable to hold out any longer, you let out a loud groan as you felt your cock exploding inside her mouth. Your body shakes with each spurt you release, your orgasm filling Eunbi’s wet mouth. You opened your eyes and looked down, seeing the pure enjoyment in her face that she was able to make you cum so much. Eunbi hadn’t swallowed any of your load yet, opening her mouth to show you the abundance of the creamy white present you graciously gifted her. She playfully gargles your cum in her mouth before tilting her head up and swallowing it all, letting you see it travel down her throat and into her stomach. She smacks her lips together and lets out a loud satisfied hum as you collapse back onto the bed. Your entire body was exhausted after Eunbi gave you one of the most intense orgasms you have ever had.

“You taste so good, baby.” Eunbi hums as she wipes the remaining traces of cum and saliva from her chin and mouth. You gather the last remaining bit of energy and raise your head, watching her clean her hands and fingers as her gaze returns to you. As you struggle to catch your breath, Eunbi climbed back onto her bed and rested her head on your chest.

“H-How did I do, mommy?” you asked.

“Well…” she said, cutely pouting as she placed a finger on her temple. “You definitely made mommy feel good. But since it was your first time, you were still lacking in certain areas. I’ll give you a C+.”

“Awh, a C+? I wanted an A.” you pouted, pretending to be hurt.

Eunbi smacks your chest softly, asking for a kiss.

“It’s okay, baby. You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

Eunbi plants kisses on your chest before swinging her legs on your lap, leaning down to give you passionate kisses once more. The newfound relationship that blossomed between you two was made official on this night. And as Eunbi guided her pussy back onto your cock once more, the two of you moaned as she planted her hands on your chest and began slowly riding you.

It’s a good thing the final was next week, you were certain the two of you wouldn’t be able to make it to class the following morning.

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ynscrazylife · 4 years

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Hii! I was wondering if you could write something with Ginny Weasley x fem!reader based on the song Daylight by Taylor Swift. Thanks :)

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. Sorry if there are typos!

My Sunrise

Summary: Y/N is a Slytherin (you can switch it to Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw) who is Blaise Zabini’s plus one to the Slug Club Party. Y/N’s life has been filled with the pressure of her Pureblood family, disappointment, and heartache. When Y/N spots Ginny, Ginny is the light in the darkness that surrounds Y/N.

Y/N was bored. She had accepted the invitation from Blaise Zabini to be his plus one at the Slug Club Party, but now she was standing alone, a drink in her hand, watching her date laugh and dance with another girl as music played.

If looks could kill, Blaise would be six feet under the ground. Y/N’s glare was fierce and bitter, as she yet again raising her drink to her lips again, taking little sips. Typical, Y/N thought, yet again her heart was broken again. First it was a boy in third year who stood her up, then it was a girl in fourth year who cheated on her, and the boy in fifth year used her so her dad would hire his older brother for a job.

Before she fell too deep into the thoughts of her past, Y/N put her drink down and decided that she wouldn’t take this any longer. It was heartbreaks at school and never-ending pressure of being perfect at home. The young woman couldn’t catch a break, and she wasn’t going to let herself be tortured any longer.

Y/N started to leave before tears could make its way to her, however as she looked up, she stopped in her tracks. At first glance you would think someone had petrified the student, but she didn’t fall backwards. She just stared.

There was the most beautiful young woman Y/N had ever seen in her life standing there. With beautiful autumn curls framing her face perfectly and dazzling and entrancing eyes. Y/N had never belied in love at first sight, but now she was beginning to rethink that.

This girl, whoever it was, took her breath away, and the music around them pumped in sync with her heartbeat, giving her a thrilling and energizing buzz that only a party could.

When the student’s eyes met hers, Y/N nearly tripped over the air. She quickly looked away, searching frantically for any thing to focus on, as she felt the heat from a deep rosy blush creep up on her.

“Like what you see?”

Y/N nearly fainted when she heard the lovely soothing and warm voice that she could only guess was owned by the girl. Y/N was barely able to maintain her balance as she forced herself to look over at the person

“Hi,” Y/N choked out.

The girl smiled, sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. “I’m Ginny Weasley,” the girl introduced herself.

And just like that, Y/N’s happiness crumbled like someone had flicked the base holding up a tower of cards. Ginny Weasley? As in, the redhead that Blaise and his friends constantly whined about? Well, Y/N being a Slytherin and Ginny being a Gryffindor wouldn’t go well.

Ginny seemed to notice this, tilting her head almost to ask “What?” Y/N managed a small, clearly fake, smile. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Slytherin.”

Y/N waited for the invetible. The Gryffindor who she had fallen for would contort her face into disgust and probably hex her. To Y/N’s complete and utter shock, something else went down.

“Is that so?” Ginny asked, pausing and studying Y/N before continuing. “Well, you’re about the only Slytherin in that damn house who can hold a contervsation, eh? It helps that you’re pretty.” She winked.

Y/N gaped like a fish out of water, lips forming words with nothing but air coming out. Her eyes were wide and her face dumbfounded, so much so that Ginny poorly concealed a giggle. Had Ginny Weasley just flirted with her? Called her PRETTY?

“I was a hat-stall between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I asked the hat for Slytherin so my parents wouldn’t be disappointed,” Y/N admitted in a hushed tone.

Ginny smiled. “I would have loved to have you in Gryffindor,” she said, and then glanced over as another song began to play on the enchanted radio. “Care to dance?” She offered Y/N her hand.

Was Y/N dreaming? It felt like she was gliding across a cloud, and she didn’t even register what she was doing until somehow her hand was in Ginny’s, and she was being led onto the platform.

Ginny was forced to take the lead as Y/N was too overwhelmed by everything to do anything. The music playing, the smell of Ginny’s perfume, and her impeccable charm and gorgeousness - she felt like she was feeling everything for the first time. The first time she felt the sun. Or went into the water. Dug her toes into the grass. Saw a beautiful mountain.

It was all hitting her at the same exact time. Y/N felt so happy she could cry, and she led Ginny lead them around the dancefloor. She didn’t know what song was playing and the words Ginny spoke were all mushed together - but Y/N was happy.

From that moment on, Y/N always felt happy. Ginny was the rainbow that came after the storm for her. She never, ever felt dull, or heartbroken, or gloomy again. Not when she had her sunshine rising over her always.

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adobe-outdesign · 4 years

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There are too many yellow bears in this series.

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Transcript under the cut.

So in Part 1, I mentioned how it was weird that I talked about the identity of the Brother and then skipped directly to the box. So let’s remedy that and talk about the identity of…

[Who is Golden Freddy?]

Sike.

No but seriously, we do need to discuss Golden Freddy before we discuss the Brother’s identity. Trust me, I’m going somewhere with this.

So Withered Golden Freddy is super easy - he’s the fifth child. We literally see this in Give Gifts. Some people think the fifth child is Cassidy, I personally think it’s Michael Brooks because his name aligns with the night guard’s names on the tombstones, it does not matter, all we need to know is that he’s the fifth child. Enjoy that, it was the only easy part of this theory.

Side note: Shadow Freddy seems to merely be a different form of Golden Freddy. In TTO, Shadow Freddy leads Charlie’s friends to her, and Michael, IE Golden Freddy, is the only one who has a reason to do that as he was her friend. And in canon, Shadow Freddy likely doesn’t show up for the fifth child in FNAF 3 not because he isn’t possessing something, but because said child is Shadow Freddy.

Continuing on, Fredbear - the one with the purple accessories - is likely Sammy, which I went over in the last video. This includes Nightmare Fredbear, the yellow bear in Happiest Day, Fredbear in UCN, etc. He’s also Nightmare, who is to Nightmare Fredbear what Shadow Freddy is to Golden Freddy; the instigator of bad events and the eventual outcome of death. Note that just as Fredbear has different colored accessories compared to Golden Freddy, Nightmare has different colored accessories compared to Shadow Freddy. They’re parallels, but they’re not the same.

But then we get to FNAF 1 Golden Freddy, and FNAF 1 Golden Freddy is… weird.

The most obvious answer would be that he’s the fifth child, but that doesn’t line up with what we established in the last video - the fifth child should no longer actively be haunting the place by FNAF 1, same as the other kids. Even if you want to argue that theory is wrong, there are some other things that don’t make sense; for example, FNAF 2 Golden Freddy is hyper-aggressive while FNAF 1 Golden Freddy is barely around. Likewise, FNAF 1 Golden Freddy seems to be purely a hallucination as you can’t adjust his AI, while Withered Golden Freddy is a physical suit you can tamper with.

FNAF 1 Golden Freddy also has a connection to both bites - both in the 1987 Easter Egg and the fact that he looks exactly like Fredbear as shown in UCN. Plus the poster that summons him occasionally switches to one of Freddy casually tearing off his own frontal lobe, and Stage 01 shows him giving cake to kid with a Foxy mask. The fifth child has nothing to do with either bite, so these connections do not make sense.

The second option would be that he’s Sammy, as he might be the other main 5 animatronics, but that… doesn’t quite add up. First, that would mean that in FNAF 3 he gave cake to… himself, seeing as all the pieces are him. Secondly, he wasn’t around in 1987 so that Easter Egg makes no sense, unless the general connection to a bite is enough for him. Thirdly, there is no Nightmare equivalent in this game (or Shadow Freddy, for that matter). And finally, the big one - if Scott intended Sammy to be Golden Freddy, then he would’ve left FNAF 4 Fredbear’s accessories black. The switch to purple is to differentiate the two, which doesn’t make sense if they’re one in the same.

But you know what’s really strange about FNAF 1 Golden Freddy aside from, like, everything? The IT’S ME hallucinations are connected to him… and him alone. No matter what the game, spinoff, or sequel, FNAF 1 Golden Freddy and FNAF 1 Golden Freddy alone makes these hallucinations.

Because of this, I feel like in order to solve who FNAF 1 Golden Freddy is, we need to solve the IT’S ME hallucinations first. And in order to do that, we have to go back to when they started appearing, which is not in FNAF 1 as you might expect, but in FNAF 2. The FNAF 2 cutscenes show the FNAF 1 location and, as far as we know, are the earliest instances of these hallucinations.

First, we see Freddy’s “error” message, which is later replaced with the “IT’S ME” line. This is why I believe these cutscenes are the origin of the phrase, as it starts showing up only after the first night. It also shows up before and after Golden Freddy appears, so it doesn’t appear to be tied to him here.

The other reason I believe this to be the origin is the hallucinations that accompany the IT’S ME message, one of which is an eyeless Bonnie - which appears in the Night 3 cutscene. And the other image? Consider how the animatronics behave towards you here - Bonnie and Chica eventually turn away, while the Puppet follows you. This matches the FNAF 2 gameplay when you put on the mask - Bonnie and Chica are fooled by it while the Puppet is not.

I’ll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing. It’s always…thinking, and it can go anywhere. I don’t think the Freddy mask will fool it.

Combine this with the strange blurred look and the fact that this is labeled as “dream” in the files, and it’s likely this isn’t reality, nor is this literally Freddy. Rather, we’re playing as someone picturing themselves as Freddy - which is why we see the Freddy with human eyes. These images accompany the IT’S ME hallucination because this is where said hallucination started.

Now, remember our requirements for the Brother earlier. They must be someone who worked in the FNAF 1 location, and we know that they worked in more than one Freddy’s as well. We also know that this person is not Michael Afton.

We know that whoever we play as in these cutscenes knows how the animatronics behave in 2, and this cutscene takes place in 1′s location. This indicates the player character moved from the FNAF 2 location to the FNAF 1 location, which fits the requirements for the Brother. This indicates that the person creating the IT’S ME hallucinations is the Brother - which in turns means that the Brother has to be FNAF 1 Golden Freddy.

But what else can we learn about him? Well for starters, we also see the Puppet, the one who gives life, right before the cutscenes stop on Night 4, despite the main gameplay continuing for several more nights. We see the Golden Freddy suit right before that, so that might be the suit that the player character is possessing - note that he does not have pupils yet like in FNAF 1. This indicates that the Brother died and was given life in the FNAF 1 location, further narrowing our requirements. And the Freddy with human eyes hallucination looks suspiciously like someone who was stuffed into a Freddy suit. See where I’m going with this?

Our final piece of evidence that links this all together is that Golden Freddy has a connection to both ‘87 and ‘83, yet is not Sammy. You see, when people ask “who did the Bite of ‘87?”, they’re asking the wrong question. Which animatronic did the Bite matters very little. What we need to know is who caused the Bite. The animatronics, including Fredbear himself, ask “was it me?” in the teasers, indicating the IT’S ME might be a response to this question. It’s not the animatronic that matters - it’s the person.

Phone Guy worked in the FNAF 2 location, and knows how the animatronics worked. He moved to the FNAF 1 location and recorded his phone calls before being stuffed into a suit on Night 4, the same number of nights the FNAF 2 cutscenes run for. And Phone Guy… is the one who tells Jeremy to wear his uniform and stick close the animatronics, after it was established they weren’t acting right around adults. In FNAF 1, after Phone Guy’s death, the first instance of Golden Freddy we can confirm… happens to land on the anniversary date of the Bite of ‘87.

Phone Guy caused the Bite of ‘87… and the Bite of ‘83. Phone Guy is the Brother.

[Why Phone Guy Being the Brother Makes Sense, Actually]

It may sound crazy at first, but Phone Guy being the Brother and FNAF 1 Golden Freddy is what suddenly makes this seemingly almost random series of events come together into a coherent story. So, without further adieu, let’s summarize the plot of FNAF.

We start with William kidnapping and killing Charlie. This then traumatized Sammy, which in turn caused his older brother to bully him and eventually kill him by accident. Wracked with guilt, the brother took the plushies that Sammy possessed and tried to stitch them together into one, then locked them into a box and tried to repress his memories of the incident.

William then kidnapped the Brother, leading to the events of FNAF 4 with Sammy trying to kill him. The Brother eventually escapes but never opens the box and faces the truth, instead eventually picking up a job at Freddy’s. Five kids are killed at that location and possess the pre-Withereds. William kills another five for their remnant in 2 before being moved to the day shift. The Brother, now known as Phone Guy, accidentally causes another Bite to happen. This and the murders drive him to take up the night shift. William, meanwhile, is killed by the kids and sealed away, and the original five rest while Sammy takes their place.

Phone Guy works there for years before Sammy finally succeeds in killing him near the anniversary of the Bite of ‘87. He then becomes FNAF 1 Golden Freddy, who’s basically a representation of his guilt over the Bite - keep in mind that he never did open the box, which Scott described as “fitting”. The FNAF 1 location eventually shuts down, Fazbear’s Fright opens, and Sammy and Charlie are both freed. Some, uh, stuff happens with Michael, and eventually the other five kids are put to rest as well and William is killed off for good.

Rising action, climax, resolution, ect. - FNAF suddenly has a plot, with all of the proper elements and everything. Scott's “four games, one story” hint suddenly makes a lot more sense, doesn’t it?

Oh, and if the general plot of “Guy works five nights at a pizzeria before his younger sibling, possessing multiple animatronics, kills him and turns him into an empty suit” sounds familiar… well, that’s because it’s the plot of Sister Location. Back during TSE’s release Scott said the books were an AU because the original plotline just had too much stuff in it to write any more stories, but then turned around and released SL and FFPS. I think he realized that by just paralleling the same narrative but switching the focus from the Emilys to the Aftons, he could create a lot more stories.

So, okay. All of that makes sense from a story perspective, but what about a theory perspective? What evidence is there to support Phone Guy being both Golden Freddy and the Brother? Well, there’s… a lot, actually. So much so, in fact, that we’re going to speedrun it.

“Well, I think that’s it. Uh, you should be golden.”

Also, the numbers you’re punching in are the hex code of William’s “Save them” sprite backwards, which might be a nod to the “Phone Guy is the killer” theory. It was still popular at the time, so the number being backwards might indicate it was wrong - because Phone Guy isn’t William, he’s Golden Freddy

“Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I’m finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact.”

While I have heard some evidence against the idea of Phone Guy being the Brother, most of it seems inconsequential. Here’s a quick run-down:

Phone Guy sounds too old to be the Brother - Scott’s not a professional voice actor, and he never intended there to be more games after 1 upon release. Also, Phone Guy’s voice actually does get lower in pitch over time (compare his voice in FNAF 3 vs FNAF 1). If this was a professional voice actor Scott chose out later in the series this would be valid, but as is it’s a bit too nitpicky in my opinion.

Phone Guy is too old to be the Brother - Assuming Phone Guy started working in Freddy’s in ‘85, then that puts him at two years after the Bite. If he was 16 at the time of the bite, he’d be 18 in ‘85, old enough to get the job. Even if he was 14 plenty of jobs will hire 16 year olds depending on the state’s labor laws.

His line about Fredbear’s in 2 doesn’t make sense - The “previous owner” he mentions is probably not Henry, who would be his father if he was the Brother, but rather William. Keep in mind this is after the murders, so I don’t know why they’d be contacting Henry at this point. Some people also think that the location of the Bite of ‘83 was Fredbear’s, making it weird that the Brother wouldn’t be 100% sure of its name, but the token in Help Wanted confirms that that location was the first Freddy’s.

So yeah, that’s quite a bit of evidence. But in addition to everything else, I’d also like to discuss this theory relative to UCN.

[How This Ties Back Into Ultimate Custom Night]

You see, UCN has two major theories going for it: One is Willhell, one is Mikehell, and one is my personal favorite, the Theoriest’s Hell.

[Please Stand By]

One is Willhell and the other is Mikehell. The problem with both of these theories however is that neither of them… work, or at least work as well as we would all like them to. Let’s recap:

Willhell is the more solid of the two, as it makes more logical sense and more of the dialogue fits Will better than Michael. However, it is not without a few problems.

The biggest issue is Malhare’s appearance in FFPS, as it’s a bit hard for William to show up after UCN if he’s supposed to be in Hell. There are also a few other things; for example, the Puppet claims she doesn’t hate him which is a bit odd. Not to mention the emphasis on “the one”, which seems weird considering WIlliam has killed multiple kids. Fredbear can also insta-kill you and Golden Freddy shows up at the end of the game, so there’s some sort of significance to those two characters and the Bite here, which also doesn’t tie back to Will.

Mikehell fixes this by claiming Michael is the Brother; thus, “the one” is the Bitten Child and the connections to the Bite suddenly have an explanation. However, this theory has holes of its own - namely, that FFPS kind of sort of directly states that Michael isn’t going to Hell.

For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend.

If “one of you” refers to William and there’s peace waiting for the others, than that means that Michael is going to be at peace after FFPS, which doesn’t make sense for Scott to have brought attention to if he’s the protag of UCN.

This one also doesn’t make sense from a character standpoint. Even if Michael was the Brother - and I already went over why I think he’s not in the first part - he already more than repented for his sins by dying while freeing Elizabeth.

And finally, the “leave the demons to his demons” scene also doesn’t make much sense here - Michael killed his brother accidentally, so “demon” is too harsh. He could be the Freddy sprite and the text is referring to Will, but… why would he be Freddy, aside from that being the sprite in OMC’s original appearance?

So with neither of these theories working perfectly, I’d like to suggest a third option: Brotherhell. Basically it’s the same thing as Mikehell, but without the Mike.

This immediately fixes most of the issues with Mikehell. The Brother never opened the box from 4 or really even came to terms with what he did, so him being punished makes sense in this context. “The One” is Sammy, who 4 already proved to be very vengeful towards his brother. This would explain why Fredbear can insta-kill you, as he and The One are the same.

The Puppet saying she doesn’t fear him anymore, but also doesn’t hate him? Assuming he used to scare Charlie like he did Sammy, he would indeed not scare her anymore without her truly hating him. And the scene with OMC? The Brother is Freddy in that scene because he became Golden Freddy when he died. And that’s why you see Golden Freddy at the end - he’s not only the player character, but a representation of the Brother’s guilt as well. Note that while the Bitten Child passed on in 3 and the original 5 and Elizabeth passed on in FFPS, no one ever actually freed the Brother.

The only snag I can think of with this interpretation is Orville’s one line:

He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not going to let that happen. I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us. (They burn us).

However, one could argue this refers to the fire in FNAF 3, rather than the one in FFPS. Henry (the player character in 3) tried to burn everything and release the Brother, Sammy and Charlie. Whether or not this works is a bit ambiguous, but it at least has less problems regardless than Willhell or Mikehell.

[So is any of this right?]

Now that we’ve finally covered the entire lore - or at least the most confusing bits - it’s time to ask the important questions, like “was any of that even correct”? And the answer is… I dunno. No, really. I could’ve been wrong from the start and Michael is the Brother and none of this meant anything and I just wasted nearly an hour of your time talking about all of this. And given that Scott seems sort of, uh, completely terrified of fan backlash, we probably won’t be getting any definitive answers anytime soon.

However, if nothing else, I hope this theory serves as an interpretation of FNAF that makes for a good story. Instead of this confusing mish-mash of seemingly random events and people, we’re left with a simple story about a small child trying to get revenge on his older brother, who’s still grappling with coming to terms with what he did. It’s creepy, it’s poignant, it’s sad, and it is Five Nights at Freddy’s.

[IT’S ME Jumpscare - Weird Al over Credits]

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #ultimate custom night #ucn #golden freddy #outdesign posts things #outdesign analyzes things #the black box #so glad to be done with this series I'm gonna go eat ice cream

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#1 + daichi? congrats on 100 followers btw!!

the next king

sawamura daichi was the nicknamed the strongest and the bravest knight in his country. even for his young age, he was admittedly better than his superiors. his talents are what caused him to climb up the ranks, but as his power and responsibility heightened, guilt was slowly swallowing him whole.

in a world where monarchy exists, wars were inevitable. as he was a soldier himself, it was his duty to protect the country he serves, no matter what it takes. the word ‘protect’ was highly ambiguous, though. does killing innocent people who are not the same race as him count as protecting? does ruining communities and bombing up places define as protecting? he did not become a knight for him to become a murderer.

thus, he retired. people looked at him weirdly, saying things like ‘it’s a waste’ or ‘you have so much more potential if you’re in the military’, but for daichi, living a peaceful life as a regular person was enough.

that peace was suddenly broken, though, when the palace suddenly issued an order to summon him. he was confused, of course, and all his possible wrongdoings suddenly flashed into his mind. he could disobey and not show up, but that would mean more trouble, so he did not have much of a choice.

he had been to the palace once or twice in his life during meetings. he didn’t get the chance to explore or meet other members of the royal family other than the king. thus, his reaction to the person who greeted him was justifiable.

“hey.” was all she said.

daichi blinked. he wasn’t dreaming, was he?

the girl was accompanied by at least ten maids and butlers. she was wearing a long, fancy dress, her hair was tied into a braided bun with a few strands falling on her face, her cheeks were rosy, and she radiated poise and perfection.

if not only for that dreaded, unprofessional ‘hey’.

“uh, hi?”

she giggled. “i’m not really into formalities. plus, we’re the same age.” she explained. she gestured for him to accompany her as she toured him around her majestic house. daichi inwardly groaned in jealousy. how he wished he was living the same luxury as she does.

daichi gave another glance at the girl walking beside him. she was no doubt the king’s youngest child, the only princess in the family. he wasn’t going to lie, she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but that seemed obvious. after all, she is royalty.

she led him to her office and ushered him to sit down on one of the big chairs in front of her desk. “i’m so sorry i called you here on such short notice, but i need your help.”

“wait, you were the one who summoned me?” he asked. “uh.. y-your majesty?” he sat upright.

“pft, please, stop being so uptight. loosen up.” she chuckled. she fumbled with some of her folders. “yes, i really, really need your help.”

“for what?”

she hid behind her folders, blushing red. she mumbled something incoherent that daichi had to lean closer to hear her. “princess? i can’t hear-”

“i want you to teach me how to fight.” she finally said while her cheeks blushed redder, but she still avoided his eyes.

“why? you don’t have any reason to fight.” he frowned.

“this is so embarrassing.” she muttered to herself. she cleared her throat and gained her composure as she finally made eye-contact with him. “my brothers and i will be formally fighting in a brawl.”

“and?”

“you were the strongest knight my father ever had. and i wanna win! i wanna win so bad, i wanna crush their heads and finally beat them for good.” she said in a rather menacing tone, daichi swore her eyes started throwing daggers to the air. as if she has a switch, she was back to her usual, proper self and face him once more.

“so will you help me?”

isn’t this just a waste of time? daichi wanted to ask, but he agreed anyway. he didn’t have anything else better to do, after all.

the princess then went on to explain the reward for this job, and the perks that go along with it. he was given his own private quarters, breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all free, and he gets a hefty amount of gold once she wins the said brawl. not too shabby of a proposition.

the next few days were rather entertaining for daichi.

he never expected the princess to be so.. manly. she was already super strong to the point where daichi even wondered whether he was really needed, or was he just there to boost her ego. when he mentioned this to her, she gave him her tiger-like glare that made him flinch and basically growled, “i need to be better.” daichi backed away, holding his hands up in the air in a surrender position and let her do her thing.

they trained for days, weeks, months. he started to wonder when this said brawl would happen, but he did not question any further (he really didn’t want to see her annoyed face again, it almost scared him to death) until the princess finally announced the date of the fated day.

“i’m fighting them tomorrow.” she suddenly said, gulping down her water and wiped her mouth.

“oh.. kay.” he replied. “can i ask you something?”

“yeah, shoot.”

“why are you treating this wrestling match of yours as a big deal? i mean, it’s just a fight between siblings.” he asked. the princess tried to say something, but quickly closed her mouth when daichi interrupted her. “and no, i don’t want to hear your ‘i wanna win’ speech again. i need a valid reason.”

she pursed her lips and looked down.

daichi laughed nervously. “look if you don’t want to say it then it’s fine! i’m not forcing you-“

“this kingdom needs a leader.” she suddenly spoke, shushing daichi down. he did not reply, and waited for her to continue. “i’m the youngest child, and a girl. my future is basically my father marrying me off to someone rich and my ending would be that i’d be a mother of kids i don’t even love, and i would be inferior to my husband.”

“uh..” daichi tried to find the words to say, but failed horribly. she ignored him and continued to speak.

“to avoid that, i should be the queen. no, i’d be the king if i have to.” her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “in all honesty, i’m more qualified than my good-for-nothing brothers. all they know and prioritize are riches and women. the shallowest of them all.”

“what’s the fight got to do with this?” he asked.

“my father gave me a challenge. if i beat my brothers in a fight, i’d be the next in line for the throne, and they will be below me.”

the two of them stayed silent for a while. daichi understood where she was coming from, and he admired her determination. he inwardly sighed, thinking that this country really does need someone like her to lead, someone who’s strong and passionate, and someone who is aware of their own privileges and actually use them for the benefit of the people.

he let out a deep breath and faced her. he held out his hand, urging her to stand up. “come on. let’s train some more.” he smiled as she gripped his hand and pushed herself up. “let’s win this, your highness.”

the day of the fight finally came, and it was nothing like daichi has ever seen.

there were spectators above, watching and cheering for the brothers. he counted the princess’ supporters and was actually not surprised that she had very few. the king and his wife were seated at the very top, looking down on the arena.

he smirked. she was going to beat them all, and she was going to be the future king.

he crossed his arms as he leaned on one of the pillars on the side of the arena. he was nervous, but he was confident.

the princess was the strongest person he had ever met.

the siblings came out one by one, and the tension in the arena rose. she had three older brothers, so the matches were in a winner versus winner system, where they’d pair up and whoever wins will get to advance to the next round.

the eldest and the third oldest were to fight first. it was intense, even for a professional like daichi. they exhibited elite moves where they’d even beat the best knights and soldiers in the country with their technique. he started to sweat and wondered whether the princess would even succeed or not.

he shook his head. this wasn’t the time to doubt.

in the end, the eldest won the first match. the next match was hell for daichi. he really didn’t expect that the second oldest brother would go too hard on the princess.

she struggled as she tried to get even a few hits in. her brother laughed and yelled for the whole arena to hear, “aren’t you being too cocky, little sister?”

she fumed and charged straight at him, but she was immediately pinned down. daichi was at the edge now. he felt his heart beat way too quickly out of anxiety. her face was being pushed rather harshly into the sandy ground, she was basically eating dirt at this point while her brother endlessly jeered at her.

“you can do it! stand up!” daichi found himself yelling at the top of his lungs. the princess met his eyes, and her look changed. he finally saw the familiar tiger-like glance he had been seeing for months.

she pushed her brother away and stood up. the match continued on immediately. they exchanged punches and kicks that for a normal person, was way too rough to even bear.

the princess won the second match by a slim chance.

they weren’t given time to rest. the next battle started almost immediately after the jury announced her win. tension was at its peak, and daichi felt it crawl under his skin. she was fighting the crown prince, the supposed to be next ruler of the kingdom. if she beats him, the hierarchy within their family will shift.

the future of the whole country lies within this particular match, thus, pressure among the siblings and the spectators became too thick, it was almost suffocating.

daichi swore he almost blacked out as he watched the two siblings fight each other. the eldest son was strong indeed, to the point where daichi himself can’t even find the words to describe how much strength the crown prince has. but the princess has her own strength as well, and daichi silently prayed as she exhibited this rather well during the fight.

the princess found herself in difficult situations countless times during the long match.

in the end, she prevailed by finally getting in a hard punch on her brother’s face, which rendered him unconscious. shocked by her own strength, she met daichi’s eyes once again and smiled.

“you did it,” he mouthed. she didn’t wait for the official announcement to come out and ran up to daichi immediately.

“i won. i beat them. i actually won.” her eyes teared up.

“i’m so proud of you, your majesty.” daichi winked, and she punched his arm lightly in a joking manner.

“i owe you a lot, sawamura daichi.” she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“it’s nothing.”

“can i ask you another favor?” she said.

“what?”

“can you stay by my side? y’know, as i rule the country or whatever.” her lips pouted as she blushed pink, looking down on her feet.

“ruling the country isn’t whatever, princess.” he chuckled. “and you could’ve worded that better, considering you had elite education and all that. you’re not very eloquent, are you?”

she huffed and threatened to punch him again. god, he thought. maybe teaching her violence was a mistake.

“just answer the damn question.”

he laughed once more at her reaction and pat her head. he still couldn’t believe it. someone so small and proper like her beating two grown men (the third brother didn’t even get a chance) and ended up being the next king? it was almost like a miracle.

“alright. i look forward to working with you, your majesty.”

ok i finally finished this jesus christ. pls save me i wanna drop out of uni :)

#daichi headcanons #daichi hcs #daichi scenarios #daichi fluff #sawamura daichi #daichi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq fluff #hq hcs #hq headcanons

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adenei · 4 years

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Auror 99 - Chapter 10

You can find the whole story on AO3 or FFN

Curveball

Hermione’s plan had come to fruition quite easily with Amy helping. Harry and Ron had spent the past couple of days in the records office trying to gather information and possible evidence. They’d contacted Kingsley to get clearance without having to sign in and risk blowing both their real and fake covers.

Meanwhile, Jake and Charles had been placed on stakeout duty outside the Woolworth building. This time, though, they weren’t looking for a specific person, but some other type of consistency. Perhaps someone entering or exiting the building at the same time every day, or whether there were similarities in people’s gaits with their walk. Hermione and Amy had researched possible ways to imitate a person, and, with the trio’s past use of Polyjuice, they had more ideas of what to look for. Rosa was still stationed on surveillance duty, so she was monitoring the surrounding blocks for any sudden appearances. Sometimes she, Charles and Jake would switch around their duties to not get caught up in the monotony.

What Ron and Harry had found the next day was a similarity in times on the main sign in sheet for the Wand Records Office, but it was always a different name. The names were always male, so if it was Gerteso posing as other people, it narrowed the search for who the 99 was looking for. Once in the Wand Records Office, the second sign-in indicated that Gerteso was searching wand records between 1993 and 1998, but the rows varied. It looked as if Gerteso had been tackling about five rows a day, and was a week in.

He typically only spent about forty five minutes searching each day to not arouse suspicion, and he didn’t go in order when searching the rows. Gerteso clearly planned everything out to minimize suspicions. The first day Harry and Ron were investigating, they split up the rows between them.

It was a small records office, the rows weren’t very long, and the shelves were only four rows high. The years were labeled at the ends of the rows and indicated the record holder’s school age entrance year. Records were kept in manilla folders that had stickers on the end with letters. The first two appeared to be the first and last initial, and most folders only had two stickers, but some had three or four. So Harry and Ron decided to decipher the labeling system first to see if they could save time.

“How in the world does he get through five rows each day? There must be at least a hundred records to sift through on each shelf!” Harry said as he was looking down the row.

“Maybe there’s a classification system with the letters that makes it easier for him to look.” Ron suggested. He scanned the row he was currently scanning. “Americans certainly go through a lot of wands, don’t they? This one person has had at least five, and their Ilvermorny start was in ‘93!” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Guess they’re more careless than we are, or more interested in power and status. Who knows.” Harry was silent for a bit before he said, “Hey Ron, I think the third letter is the married name for those witches.”

“I think you’re right, Harry,” Ron said as he handled a folder himself. “Black and white lettering for first and last name, blue and white lettering for married name, yeah?”

“Yeah, now let’s look for-” Harry cut himself off as they heard a door open.

Ron checked his watch and knew it was close to that time. He pointed at his watch, and then the end of the row. Harry grabbed the invisibility cloak from inside his pocket and put it on while Ron made his way to an area in the shelves where the newcomer wouldn’t find him. He double checked that his phone was on silent, and opened it to send a text message to Jake and Charles. He’s here.

Jake responded fairly quickly. Harry texted Charles. He’s going to give us a description to work off of so when he comes back out we can trail him to see where he goes.

Brilliant, Ron sent back before switching his contacts to Hermione.

Her response was a bit less stealth. Omg. He’s there? Are you going to apprehend him?

Not yet.

Well, why not? Isn’t that the whole reason you’re there???

Ron rolled his eyes. He was once again reminded why Hermione wasn’t an Auror. Hermione, we don’t know for certain that it’s him. Plus, we need to be sure we know what he’s after to have enough evidence. It’d look pretty bad if we arrested the wrong guy and then spooked Gerteso.

Ugh, fine.

While we’re waiting, have you found any more on The Cryptic yet?

OH! Yes, actually. Amy is going to send you a couple files now. It may actually help us narrow it down.

As Ron was reading Hermione’s text, he saw the drop down notification from Amy and clicked on it. There were three links to articles. He clicked on the first one. Apparently one of the street names The Cryptic goes by is Francesco Martini. At least that was his good samaritan name.

He was the youngest philanthropist New York has seen in decades, only 28. It was an article about how he donates thousands of dollars to help orphaned children, both magical and non-magical. He even takes some of the kids into his home, almost like that Daddy Warbucks in that muggle movie Hermione had made him watch once.

Hmm, I wonder if that’s a cover to better assess kids for the squib trafficking. Ron texted Amy.

I was thinking the same thing. Everything we’ve found on Francesco Martini is pretty solid and checks out, though. He’s careful with his aliases. Plus, he’s only ever seen in pictures by this name, so whoever his true identity is, he keeps that locked up tight.

Merlin, how does she text so fast? Ron thought. He moved onto the other articles she sent to pass the time. The first thing he’d do once Gerteso left would be to double check the name Martini, happy to have a solid plan for once.

The last article was still open on his phone when he noticed something about Martini’s picture. Why didn’t it look the same as the other article. Ron quickly toggled back and forth. Bloody hell, he thought as he opened the text thread for Hermione.

Check those images on the articles of Martini, and tell me if you notice anything. He sent the text and waited a few moments. Sure, the years were two apart, but he was vastly different. Almost as if a beauty charm was used on the more recent article. In the older one he looked like-. His thought was cut off as Hermione’s text came through.

It doesn’t look like the same person, even though he’s labeled as Francesco Martini. That’s odd. I’m having Amy cross reference to see if we get any more image hits.

Notice anything else? Ron sent back.

The older image looks like someone I’ve seen before.

Like Gerteso.

Oh, my... YES, RON THAT’S RIGHT! Ron nodded as he read Hermione’s message.

There are some differences, though.

You don’t think they could be brothers, do you? That could fit the whole taking what’s rightfully his.

Maybe even closer than that.

TWINS? But how…

I don’t know. I’ll search both names, Ron sent the last text to her as he heard a door shut. Harry texted.

He’s leaving, but don’t come out yet. I want to be sure. I’m texting Jake and Charles to make sure he doesn’t see them following him, and not to engage. They’ll meet us back at headquarters.

They waited a good five minutes before they received word from Charles that Gerteso had left the Woolworth building. When Harry told him it was safe, Ron quickly showed him what Hermione and Amy had found and where he wanted to look.

“But that wouldn’t make sense, I trailed him the entire time he was here. He didn’t search the rows he wrote down in the log book, either, Ron. He stayed in the G section of 1998.”

“I think they’re brothers Harry, and if Martini is an alias, then of course Gerteso would be looking in G. Let’s just check the M1998 section.” Harry nodded reluctantly as they quickly found it.

“There’s no Martini here, Ron,” Harry said impatiently, but Ron didn’t move.

He stood there, thinking hard. “What did Kingsley say about the Sanguinity connection with The Cryptic?”

“Just that the Sanguinity named him head of the New York Division,” Harry said, scratching his head.

“He’s 28, Harry. Very young. There’s got to be something special about him.”

“Or maybe they couldn’t find a suitable leader in New York and sent him here,” Harry said half jokingly.

Ron looked up at him. “That’s it! Harry, you’re brilliant!” He immediately began moving to the end of the aisle.

“What? I was only-”

“But what if he was sent here? From Italy? Do they have immigrant records?”

“Er, yeah on the other side of the floor.”

“What are we waiting for?” Ron hurried to the immigration record area and searched for Martini. It didn’t take long to find one singular match in 1998. “Bloody hell,” Ron muttered as they grabbed the file.

He opened it as Harry looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, there was a picture of a boy who closely resembled a younger version of the man who Ron had seen in the article. It turned out Martini was indeed an alias.

“So The Cryptic’s real name is Lorenzo Guarnieri?” Harry asked quietly.

“Looks like it. Let’s take pictures of all this so we can take it back to the team.” Ron handed Harry the folder as he reached for his phone.

As Ron was taking the pictures, Harry continued studying the document. When it came across familial relations, Harry drew a sharp breath in. “Whoa.”

“What?” asked Ron.

“I think you might be right about the brother hunch, mate.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Ron asked curiously.

“Because it says so right here. A twin brother, who was older, but presumed dead. Leonardo Guarnieri.”

Ron looked up at Harry and both men had the same thought at the same time. “Gerteso.”

#harry potter au #hp/b99 crossover #brooklyn 99 au

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flyingkiki · 5 years

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Business As Usual (1/?)

I’ve been toying with this idea for so long already. And with everyone being on quarantine, I hope I can get more writing done.

Also, I am a glutton for punishment - I’m still working on Curiosity but I really wanted to try writing this idea out too.

So, erm, enjoy, my loves!

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“It’s good to have you back, son.”

Lucius Fox smiled warmly at Tim, shaking the younger man’s hand firmly as the rest of the business heads converged for their monthly meeting at Wayne Enterprises. The elderly man waved at some of the other heads before turning back to Tim.

Tim chuckled and adjusted his hold on his silver tablet. “It’s good to be back, Lucius.”

“I’m glad to hear our joint venture in Toronto went all according to plan. The 6 months seemed just about enough,” commented Lucius as they made their way further into the boardroom.

It was a miracle Tim was alive, really.

Tim offered the man a wry smile as they settled into their expensive plush business chairs. After putting up a front of being away for business, Tim spent most of his six months away with Constantine and Cyborg up in the Canadian Rockies freezing his balls off trying to stop a crazy magician trying to destroy half of Canada.

Plus, he still was able to get a JV done in Toronto while nearly loosing an appendage to frostbite in negative 40 weather.

He honestly deserved a fucking promotion.

“Couldn’t have gone any better.” Tim beamed as one of the New Business heads sat down a few chairs down next to him.

Lucius sent him amused look. “Can’t wait to hear it.”

“Hah.” Tim shook his head and busied himself in booting up his tablet. It felt good to be back on some normal, albeit stressful, work.

While he kept himself with catching up on some emails, a few more business heads entered the room. He stopped sending out an update to his R&D team when he heard the familiar laugh of Dick by the doorway. Looking up and catching sight of his brother, he waved his hand in greeting. Tim didn’t expect for Dick to be here – wasn’t he busy the Titans?

“Hey, man. Didn’t hear you get in at the manor,” Dick settled into the seat next to Tim. He leaned back comfortably. A grin settled on his face as he swiveled his chair just a bit.

Tim’s brows furrowed a fraction of an inch. Why was Dick acting strangely? Offering a dismissive shrug, Tim looked at his older brother. “Went straight to my place uptown.” He paused. “I thought you’re in Jump?”

Dick waved his hand and sat up. “Bruce has me over a couple of times a month now as we expand Jump operations.” He offered Tim an easy smile and switched on his tablet. “I’ll update you later.”

Tim nodded and faintly what was going on. His last mission had him in deep cover so he had little knowledge what was going on. If Dick was here then something must be up. He made a mental list of the things he needed to ask Bruce.

Dick cleared his throat as the boardroom door opened again. Tim shot him a bewildered look as the other man sent him a wry smile. Tim heard the familiar voice of Bruce drift through the room as he confidently strode into the room while talking to Lucius.

“Good to have you back, Tim,” Bruce smiled and shook Tim’s hand, just as Tim and Dick stood up in polite greeting.

Tim nodded. “Glad to be back in warmer climate,” he grinned.

Lucius made a face as they all settled around the table, with Bruce at the head of the table. “That cold snap must have been nasty.”

Tim made a face. “Honestly thought I might loose a finger.”

There was a couple of polite laughs around the table and the last few people trickled into the boardroom. Tim was talking to the head accounting when Dick let out strangled cough. Turning to the older man, he frowned.

“Hey, Rachel,”

Tim wasn’t sure who Rachel was, since all he knew was the management team was still the same unless there had been movements he didn’t know about. Turning his attention to whoever Justine, head of accounting, just greeted, Tim felt his stomach plummet down into his feet.

What the fuck.

Dressed in a tight high-waist black pencil skirt, black heels, and white long sleeved button down blouse, the Rachel in question stepped into the room talking to the head of tech. Her purple hair stood out in the room, and she smiled at something Francis, head of tech said to her. Turning to acknowledge Justine and a few other colleagues close by, purple eyes briefly landed at the highly amused Richard Grayson and a surprised Tim Drake.

There was a split second look of surprise on her face as purple eyes locked with light blue ones before completely brushing off the moment and giving Bruce a look. Smiling, Rachel strode to the end of the table and shook hands with Bruce and Lucius.

“Hi, Bruce, Lucius. Sorry, I think I came in late.”

Bruce waved her off. “You just made it just time.” He gestured for her to take a seat next to him.

Rach smiled and nodded. She walked towards the seat, depositing her laptop on the table and saying hi to the colleague next to her.

“Hey, Rachel,”

Dick grinned widely at her from across the table. Rachel gave Dick a pointed look. “Good morning, Richard.”

Dick smiled as Rachel stared back at him nonplussed by his amused expression. He coughed again, to probably hide an ill-timed chuckle, when Rachel briefly looked at Tim.

“Tim, this is Rachel Roth, she handles special projects of the foundation,” Lucius made the introductions.

Tim jumped slightly in his seat and watched as Rachel calmly stared back at him without bating an eyelash. Why was another Titan here? Standing up, Tim reached over the table and reached to shake her hand.

“Hello, nice to see you again.”

Dick chuckled and Rachel looked back at him with slight surprise. Her familiar small hands squeezes his larger ones. Tim felt his stomach drop to the first floor ones he realized his mistake. So much for being a great strategist and detective.

“You two know each other?” Francis looked at Rachel curiously.

“We went to the same university,” she supplied smoothly, giving Tim a pointed look. Rachel released Tim’s hand and settled back into her seat. “Hello, Tim.” She sounded all business.

Dick was about to say something when Bruce thankfully switched on the projector and the morning’s agenda flashed on the screen. Tim felt an onslaught of questions race through his mind. He barely heard Bruce announce the start of the meeting. Instead of focusing as a few graphs blew up on screen, Tim unknowingly glanced at Rachel and took in her all too familiar features. She had not changed one bit since he last saw her three years ago.

What was going on?

Rachel caught him staring out of the corner of her eyes and she titled her head just a little bit and turned back to the presentation. As thoughts swarmed his head and a deep desire of trying to understand what the fuck was going practically made him feel unsettled, Tim fiddled with his stylus pen and desperately tried to focus on the business meeting.

But seriously, Tim had to know why was his ex-girlfriend here in Gotham?

#timrae #Tim/Raven #TimRea Fanfiction #Tim Drake #Raven #tim drake/raven #Business As Usual TimRae #Rachel Roth

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yayneloveart · 5 years

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Good Omens/Lucifer 3

‘Did you just say ‘Thaddeus Dowling’?’ Crowley asked in shock.

“Yeah, he's running for Governor,’ Ella confirmed.

‘Lucifer, the dead bloke worked for Thaddeus Dowling,’ Crowley hissed at Lucifer and smacked his arm.

‘Yes, and?’ he looked at his brother incredulously.

‘Former Ambassador to the UK Thaddeus Dowling?’

Lucifer continued to give him a blank look.

‘Father of Warlock Dowling?’ Crowley hissed too low for the others to hear.

Lucifer look at Crowley and then at the computer screen where Ella had brought up a picture of the politician and his family. A look of realization came over Lucifer's face when the pieces finally fell in place.

‘Are you two... familiar with Mr. Dowling?’ Chloe asked them.

‘Well...’ Crowley began, but didn’t know where to go. He couldn’t just come out and say ‘Lucifer tried to start the apocalypse by switching the son of a diplomat with his own Hell spawn but it got fucked up and they accidentally switched the wrong babies and the wrong kid was groomed to rule the world for 11 years’.

‘I, uh...’ Lucifer froze up. ‘Before I left hell... Before Lux, I was... uh...’

‘We had a... thing... happening in England...’ Crowley tried to help.

‘And that... thing...’

‘It sort of involved the Dowlings, but not what you think.’

‘Could it be directly related to this case?’ Chloe asked.

‘No, it had nothing to do with drugs,’ Crowley clarified.

‘Were you doing something illegal?’

‘Um...’ Crowley figured that even though they didn’t do the actual baby switching, Lucifer did organize the whole thing, and Crowley was an accessory.

‘I had Crowley spy on the Dowlings,’ Lucifer confessed.

‘Why were you spying on an American diplomat?’ Dan forced himself to ask, not sure if he wanted an answer at all.

‘There was a thing I wanted to keep an eye on with them,’ Lucifer tried to explain. ‘But it wasn’t political, it was more... personal.’

‘Alright, so you spied on the Dowlings,’ Chloe stated. ‘And it wasn’t related to American politics or this case?’

‘Yes, exactly,’ Crowley confirmed.

‘How did you do this and what do you know that can help the case?’

‘I worked as a nanny to their son, Warlock. I mostly dealt with him but I got to know the parents as well. Mr. Dowling was married to his job and Mrs. Dowling had to deal with him turning everything into something work related.’

‘Like turning his sons 20th birthday party into a campaign party?’ Ella spoke up. Everyone looked over to her and saw she had pulled up the twitter account for Mr. Dowling’s campaign. The most recent tweet was announcing Warlock’s 20th birthday party and showed that several other politicians with kids his age were invited too.

‘Is he really 20 already? I remember teaching him to ride a tricycle.’

‘Do you think you could get an invitation to the party?’ Chloe asked him. ‘Maybe with a plus one so an officer could come with you.’

‘Possibly. Warlock probably hates the fact that his dad is using his birthday to gain supporters. If he remembers me fondly, he might ask that I come.’

‘His website has a number that goes to his office,’ Ella showed them. ‘Give them a call and see what we can do.’

‘Lets hope they remember me,’ Crowley pulled out his phone and dialed the number on the website. It rang a few times before a young woman answered.

‘Dowling Campaign Office, how can we help you?’

‘Hello darling, I’m calling to see if I could have a word with Mr. Dowling,’ Crowley said in a soft, feminine voice. ‘My name is Ms. Ashtoreth, I used to nanny for his son, Warlock. I’m visiting the area and looking to see if I could wish master Warlock a happy birthday.’

‘Alright, hold for just a minute.’ There was a click and some generic hold music came on.

‘Um... so... Ms. Ashtoreth?’ Dan asked awkwardly.

‘Sometimes I like to switch things up,’ Crowley waved off.

‘I have a cousin like that!’ Ella blurted. ‘Sometimes she feels like Maria, sometimes he feels like Markus.’

‘Something like that.’

The hold music suddenly stopped and the womans voice came back. ‘Mr. Dowling would love to speak with you. I’m transferring you over to his private line.’

There was another click and the line picked back up. ‘Ms. Ashteroth? This is Thaddeus Dowling.’

‘Hello Mr. Dowling, how are you today?’

While Crowley and Dowling were exchanging pleasantries, the others whispered a plan of action.

‘I can go with him as a relative,’ Chloe put forward. ‘We talk with Dowling and anyone else there on his staff and see if Crowley recognizes that cologne.’

‘Hes my actual brother, why can’t I go?’ Lucifer sounded annoyed.

‘We leave you two alone for five seconds and you’re at each others throats,’ Dan explained. ‘This way we don’t risk an all out wrestling match breaking out and crashing the party.’

‘Warlock would probably enjoy that happening,’ Crowley whispered with his hand over his phone. ‘I was at his 11th birthday and it ended with a food fight.’

‘So, are you free this Saturday?’ Dowling asked through the phone.

‘Oh yes, sir, all day,’ Crowley responded in his feminine voice.

‘Then why don’t you join us at the party, I’m sure you would love to catch up with the kid. And bring a friend if you like, the more the merrier!’

‘That would be fantastic, thank you so much for the invitation.’ He ended the call and looked up at the others, ‘Dowling would do anything to secure more voters.’

‘So I’m going with you as your cousin,’ Chloe explained. ‘We can work up a list of suspects after we talk to the guests.’

‘It would be better if you were my niece,’ Crowley suggested. ‘They remember Ms. Ashteroth as an older lady and that was over ten years ago.’

‘Until Saturday, we can look more into what Weisser’s job duties were at the Campaign and if anyone he worked for had any drug connections. Check out his accounts for any unusual deposits, talk to his wife again about his work.’

‘And since I’m not an officer, I’m heading out,’ Crowley jumped up and went for the door, but Lucifer cut him off.

‘We’re not done here yet, brother,’ he smiled.

‘Yes we are,’ Crowley quickly stepped around him and slipped through the door before Lucifer could force it back shut. Lucifer went out after him.

‘Come on, we both live on earth now, why not catch up? Have a drink?’

‘I’ve got plans!’ Crowley shouted back at him.

‘Are they with whoever has the matching ring to yours?’

‘That’s none of your business.’

‘You maimed me, the least you could do is talk to me.’

‘You had that bite coming.’

‘At least come by my nightclub, its called Lux! You can drink free!’

Crowley finally slipped through the front entrance of the station. Lucifer finally turned back around and rejoined Chloe and the others.

‘How am I surprised that a relative of your can’t wait to get away from you?’ Dan laughed.

‘He’s just scared because I tried to kill him a few years ago. I’ll convince him one of these days I’m not going to try that again.’

‘My brother tried to drown me once,’ Ella said. ‘Held me underwater after I stole his swim goggles. Refused to go back in the water with him for years, not until I was big enough to hold him under.’

‘Maybe give him some time,’ Chloe suggested. ‘He’ll see in time that you’re not looking to hurt him.’

‘Or maybe I can take his phone number from his witness statement and send him pictures of Lux to convince him to come over and party.’

‘Or maybe not listen to me and do what you always do.’

(dont expect daily updates, i was only able to do this three days in a row because i had time off work and my carpel tunnel is too bad to spend a lot of time drawing. Also, on Pillowfort and eventually AO3, the fic will be named Ineffable Idiots.)

#good omens #anthony j crowley #crowley #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #dan espinoza #ella lopez

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eeyore101247 · 5 years

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Bruises and Written Hearts Part 1

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Everyone has a different connection to their soulmate, yours just happens to be through bruises and written hearts.

Soulmate AU: Anything written on self shows up on soulmate and get the same injuries as soulmate

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and abuse

4,268 words

Part 2!!!

Masterlist

Tom’s POV

It's something he had all his life. Random injuries that showed up on him. His parents believed they were injuries his soulmate was receiving, since Tom didn't bruise to begin with. As he got older, the injuries his soulmate received became more frequent, a certain pattern beginning to form on his wrists. He could tell that, whoever they were, was cutting. It worried him, making him wonder if he'd even get to meet them.

Tom was sitting in his trailer on the set of Spiderman: Far From Home when he noticed a bruise form over his eye. This wasn't the first time his soulmate had received a black eye, but that wasn't where the injuries ended. Another bruise soon formed along his arms, though the shape they took is what worried him more. It was like two hands were grabbing onto his biceps. Of course, such injuries made it hard to film, needing to spend longer in makeup than usual. The bruises and injuries stopped appearing after a few minutes, causing him to release a breath he didn't know he was holding. He buried his head in his hands, unsure of what he was going to do. There was a knock at his trailer door before it opened, his best mate Harrison walking inside.

"Hey mate, are you alright?" Haz asked, walking over to his friend. Tom just quietly shook his head before lifting it and showing him the most recent injuries. "Damn, it seems they only get worse." He muttered softly, sitting down next to Tom on the couch. "I know everyone's soulmate link is different, but this one is rough." He gently patted him on the back, giving him a smile.

"I don't know what I'm going to do Haz. I don't know who they are or where they live. I don't even know how to find that out either!" He groaned in frustration, burying his head in his hands once more. "It's obvious they're being abused and I want to help them."

"I know you do, Tom." Haz said softly, rubbing his back. Tom felt helpless at every bruise and scratch that showed up from his soulmate. There was nothing he could do but sit there and hope that they get out of the situation soon before something even worse happens. He gritted his teeth at that thought. The thought of never getting to meet his soulmate.

"Anyways, I came to get ya. They need you on set, mate." Harrison said softly, standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. Tom gave a silent nod as he sighed, dragging his hands down his face as he took a breath to try and calm himself.

"I'll be there soon." He said quietly, standing up and heading to the bathroom to see how bad the bruise on his face was becoming. He heard Harrison leave his trailer, trying to clear his head of the negative thoughts as he looked at himself in the mirror.

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Your POV

You sniffled softly as you stared up at your ceiling. It was currently 11 at night and the events of the day played through your head. A living nightmare on repeat. You had already cried all the tears you had in you, your (Y/E/C) eyes puffy and bloodshot. On the bright side, you were leaving this hell hole soon.

Ever since your parents had gotten divorced and your father had moved away to London, your mother had become the devil. She spent her days drinking her life away, spending any time she wasn't passed out on the couch with a bottle in her hand and a vengeance to ruin your life. She blamed you for the divorce. Said that everything was better before you had come into the picture. Some days you were able to sneak in and out of the house to get to and from work, avoiding any and all confrontation possible. Most days, however, that wasn't the case. Most days were filled with screaming and fighting, insults being thrown at you about every little thing. The way you dressed, what you ate, where you worked, who your friends were, everything.

You looked down at the little 1 month note you had written on your arm a few minutes ago. You decided to start a countdown. She didn't know you were leaving, so writing it on a calendar just wasn't an option. So you decided to keep the countdown on your wrist. You usually wore a watch on that wrist anyways, so you could easily cover it up with the wristband.

Right beneath your note was another. Something you had not written in bold, black ink.

"1 month?"

You stared at it in shock. Your soulmate could see what you wrote on yourself. What else could he see? You swallowed back your fear as you picked up your blue pen to write back.

"I move to London in a month to live with my dad."

Your arm tingled as you watched the previous words disappear and be replaced with new ones.

"I live in London. We should meet when you get settled in."

You smiled a little at the thought before your insecurities wiped that smile off your face. You couldn't be rude though. Plus, it would be nice to have someone to hang out with right off the bat.

"Sure. I would like that :)"

You hesitated before adding one last thing to your response, shaking a bit as you do.

"My name's (Y/N), btw."

"It's a pleasure to finally know your name, (Y/N). My name's Tom."

You carefully licked your finger, wiping away at your ink to get rid of it. You watched as his ink disappeared as well before he started writing again.

"Well, it's getting quite late. Sleep well darling :)"

You couldn't help the burn on your cheeks at that, that small smile returning as you wished him goodnight back before wiping it off your arm and laying down. Maybe this next month won't be so bad.

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Tom’s POV

Tom continued to write little notes to (Y/N) over the next few weeks, the two eventually switching phone numbers. You couldn't text often though, as you had said in one of your notes. Your mother often checked your phone and you didn't want your mom to find out that you were talking to a boy without her knowing. Your injuries had seemed to lessen as well over the time, only a few bruises every so often.

During those weeks, he finished up filming and was allowed to return home to his apartment and his adorable Staffie, Tessa. With another week left before his soulmate was to be moving to London, he was spending his time relaxing with his family, friends, and Tessa. He was currently over at his family's home with Harrison, Tessa, and his brothers while they sat in the living room, relaxing after messing around in the backyard for a few hours. He looked down at the small heart he had left for you on his wrist, faded from his fun outdoors with his friends and family. He let out a soft sigh, noticing there had been no response to the small heart like there was usually.

"You alright bro?" Harry asked, looking at his brother with a raised brow. Tom gave a small nod, but before he could say much else, a harsh pain swept across his chest, knocking the wind out of him. It wasn't long before cuts started to form on his arms, his heart dropping to his stomach as he knew something was going on with his soulmate. He quickly excused himself, making his way to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He carefully lifted his shirt to reveal the bruise that was starting to form across his chest. His breathing grew ragged as he felt the stinging of the cuts along his arms. This was the first time he had ever felt the pain that came with the injuries, and it was terrifying him. It wasn't long before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, signaling that he had a text. He knew what it said. Ever since he told her that your injuries were shared with him, whenever you got hurt, you would blow his phone up apologizing or would write a paragraph on your arm saying how sorry you were.

After a few deep breaths, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The stinging was starting to fade and the pain in his chest was nearly gone, but he was still shaken up. He looked at his phone as the apologies kept coming, taking another breath before going to respond.

To: (Y/N) <3

Darling, it's fine. Just tell me what happened. Are you okay?

He waited impatiently for a response, watching as those three small dots appeared, showing that you were typing.

From: (Y/N) <3

My mother was awake when I got home from work and she saw the heart you had drawn for me on my arm. She lost it and hit me with the empty bottle in her hand, knocking me into the china cabinet. I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful. I should have hid it better.

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Your POV

You quietly sat in your room as your chest heaved with the sobs that were escaping. You felt horribly guilty for hurting Tom again. You had been trying so hard to avoid it, but you had managed to slip up and now he's riddled with your injuries until they heal. You clutched your phone to your chest, silently waiting for his response to your last text. It wasn't long before it came, causing you to quickly look down at your phone.

From: Tommy <3

It's alright love. It isn't your fault. There's only a week left before you're out of that house.

You looked at your phone with a small smile with that reminder. You only had one week left before you got on that plane for London. One more week before you can finally meet your soulmate in person. You had no idea what he looked like, much to his dismay. He had wanted to add you on Snapchat, follow you on Instagram, but you wouldn't let him in fear of your mother finding out. You were also scared of him finding out what you looked like. What if he found you ugly? You were pulled out of your thoughts as those three small dots showed up before another message appeared.

From: Tommy <3

Please go take care of those cuts. I have to go because dinner is ready, but I'll check up on you after.

You sent a quick okay in response before getting up and moving to your bathroom to take care of those cuts. Normally you wouldn't, but you didn't want him to worry more than he already does. You carefully cleaned out any glass out of the wounds before cleaning them with peroxide and covering them with bandages.

After bandaging yourself up, you walked back into your room, flopping down on your bed and grabbing your phone. While waiting for the hours to pass before you can finally go to bed and forget the day, you scrolled through Instagram. You saw several of your friend's posts, just scrolling past them until a post caught your eye. It was a picture posted by your most recent celebrity crush, Tom Holland. It was a photo of him and his dog Tessa playing in the backyard. You found it adorable, giving it a like as you smiled. Part of you hoped that maybe Tom was your soulmate, but you knew you would never get that lucky.

Your phone vibrating caused you to jump, a message appearing at the top of your screen. You quickly tapped on it before it could disappear, noticing that it was from your soulmate. Your smile stayed as you two began to text for the rest of the night. You knew you'd have to delete your two's conversation after you were done, but it made you happy while it lasted, allowing you to fall asleep with a smile on your face that night.

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Tom’s POV

Tom paced back and forth in his apartment, Tessa watching him from her spot on the couch. Today was the day (Y/N) was moving to London, and he was nervous. Nervous that your mother would stop you or something would happen to your flight. You had told him you wouldn't be able to text again until you landed in London and paid for a new phone. You had wanted to cut off all contact with your mother, tossing the phone she paid for so she couldn't track it or call you. That left him unable to know if you're ok unless you packed a pen in your carry on.

He glanced down at the hearts on his wrist. The one he had written and the one you had drawn in return before you left for the airport. He then looked at his watch for the time. Your plane was to be landing soon, and it would still be a few hours before he heard from you by phone. He had tried to convince you the night before to at least Facetime him so he could see you at least once in case something were to happen, but you very quickly shot that idea down. You didn't want your mother to hear you on the phone and start an argument the night before you were to leave.

"You should sit down and relax, mate. I'm sure everything is fine." Harrison said, pulling Tom out of his thoughts. Harrison had come over to keep Tom from losing it and keeping him sane. Also, to keep him from driving to the airport and making sure you made it safe himself. Tom wanted to make a good first impression, and scaring the crap out of you was not the way to do it.

"But what if something happens and she doesn't make it to London?" Tom ran his fingers through his messy brown curls, flopping down on the couch beside Tessa. Harrison sat on the other side, sighing and shaking his head.

"She told you her mom was asleep when she left. I'm sure she made it safely to the airport and I'm sure nothing bad will happen during her flight." Haz said, still attempting to calm Tom down. Tessa moved over to her owner, gently licking his face, tail wagging.

"I love you too Tess." Tom said softly, giving Tessa a small smile as he scratched behind her ear. "I know she told me that, but I'm still worried that something might happen." He said with another sigh, placing his head in his hands. Harrison gave him a pat on the back before standing up and stretching.

"Her flight has landed by now, and judging by the fact that no new injuries showed up, I'm sure everything is fine." Harrison said as he made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea. Tom just gave a small nod, leaning back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling as the wait continues.

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Your POV

The flight had gone smoothly and picking up a new phone had gone by quickly. Now, you sat in your new home and bedroom, brand new phone in hand. You had already sent Tom a text letting him know your new number and telling him you made it safely. His response had been quick, asking if you wanted to go get dinner that night so you two could finally meet. You had agreed, as long as it was nowhere too fancy. He gave you a time and place, saying that he would meet you there.

It was an hour before you two were to meet and you hadn't made any progress in unpacking since you had gotten home hours ago, too busy staring at your phone with a goofy smile. You were going to finally meet your soulmate. You two had agreed to go slow at first once you had met, getting to know each other in person before entering a relationship. It was mostly your idea though, but Tom was nice enough to agree.

"Hey pumpkin." Your father said softly as he peered into your room. You looked up from your phone, giving him a smile. "I'm glad you finally got out of that house. If I had known sooner, I would have helped you get out years ago." He said, his smile turning sad as he sat down next to you.

"It's fine Dad. I'm here now and that's what matters." You said as you gave him a hug, smiling as you felt his arms wrap around you. You gently buried your face in his chest, your smile growing. You were happy to finally be in your father's arms once more. You were always a daddy's girl and still were.

"I'm happy you are too." He said softly, gently kissing the top of your head. "Now, you should get ready to meet your soulmate. Tom, was it?" He said with a smirk, looking down at you. "You know, if he hurts you, I'll beat him up." You giggled as you pulled away, gently hitting his shoulder.

"Daaaaaad! Be nice. I don't think he's the kind of guy to hurt a girl anyways." You said, looking back at him with a smile. "Now shoo! I can't get ready with you in my room." You said as you pulled your father up off your bed and pushed him out of your room. He just laughed as you did, shutting the door behind himself.

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You nervously stood in front of the small cafe that Tom had asked you to meet him at. When he had said dinner, you had thought of a restaurant, but you weren't going to complain. That would have made it feel too much like a date, and you didn't want that. Not yet, at least. You shifted nervously, tugging on the edges of your bomber jacket. You had decided to dress simple. Your favorite black bomber jacket, a light pink v neck t shirt, a pair of leggings, and your white converse. You kept your hair in the ponytail you had put it in before the flight, having been too lazy to try and tame your messy hair.

With a deep breath, you finally entered the cafe, walking up to the counter to order a cup of tea before finding somewhere to sit. You were 15 minutes early, having been too anxious about being late and decided being too early was better. After paying for your tea and picking it up after your name was called, you walked over to a window table and sat down, pulling out your phone. You sat there silently as you scrolled through Instagram, noticing Tom Holland had posted something to his story. Tapping on it, you watched as it was a video of him and Tessa cuddled up on the couch. You smiled as he talked in his adorable British accent, giggling as Tessa had started to attack his face with doggy kisses. The story ended after that, since he hadn't posted anything else to his story that day.

"(Y/N)?"

You jumped at your name, nearly dropping your phone. You heard the person chuckle as you hid behind it, watching as they sat down in the seat across from you. You could feel your cheeks burning as you soon heard Tom Holland's voice coming from your phone once again. With a squeak, you looked down to see that you had tapped on one of his videos on Instagram. You quickly locked your phone as you heard the figure across from you chuckle again. Something about his voice was familiar, but you were too nervous to look at him.

"T-Tom?" You asked nervously, still hiding behind your phone. You still hadn't looked at him, but noticed as he set a pair of sunglasses down on the table.

"Yes darling. It's me." You froze. You'd heard him say darling enough to know who was now sitting across from you. You pressed your face against your phone, wishing you could jump into it and hide. Tom fucking Holland was sitting across from you. He was your soulmate and caught you looking at his Instagram. Your phone didn't stay in front of your face for long before it was gently pushed down by a hand, leaving you to look directly at Tom Holland himself. You gave him a shy smile, unable to say anything as he just chuckled.

"Well, it's good to know you are a fan." He said with a smile, his chocolate brown eyes looking at you. Your cheeks burned as you wracked your brain for something to say, coming up empty. He sat across from you in a sweatshirt, the hood pulled up to hide his face to hide himself from fans and paparazzi.

"I-I-I am." You stuttered out, immediately wanting to face palm. "S-so, um..." You started, shifting nervously. You didn't know what to say. Your celebrity crush turned out to be your soulmate.

"It's nice to finally meet the woman behind the hearts." Tom said as he took a sip of his tea. You quickly nodded in agreement, staring at him. His lips quirked up into a smile as he looked back at you.

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Tom’s POV

Tom couldn't help but smile as he looked at you. You were gorgeous. He also found it endearing that you were a fan of his. That made things a bit easier. He wouldn't have to worry about you not liking how he looked or his personality or his acting work he does. He watched as your eyes widened, like you had suddenly realized something.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about all the injuries. Your makeup artist must have had to work so hard to cover them up." You said, your eyes filling with guilt and regret as you looked at him. Tom shook his head, frowning a bit as he looked at you. He never liked it when you were upset, but he disliked it more in person. Your body caved in on itself a bit as you continued to apologize, but he quietly shushed you with a finger over your lips.

"It's fine, love. You were in a bad situation and couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault. Ever." He said softly, his eyes boring into yours. He didn't want you to feel guilty for something you couldn't help. Your mother was a horrible person and you had done nothing to deserve the things she had done to you. He watched as a faint blush crossed your cheeks as you gave a small nod, looking down at your hands and fiddling with your fingers. He found it adorable when you blushed, it causing him to smile at you. He took another sip of his tea, watching as you did the same.

"So, how was your flight?" He asked, smiling as he watched you set down your tea and smile. He listened patiently as you told him about how your flight went and how excited you were to finally see your father again. You continued on, talking about getting your new phone and all the banter you and your father had had. He let you continue to talk as you then went on a tangent, talking about how you were going shopping tomorrow to get sheets for your bed and decorations for your room. He enjoyed just sitting there and listening, watching as you moved your hands while you talked, the way your eyes sparkled when talking about your father and things you loved.

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Your POV

A few hours passed as you and Tom continued to talk about everything and nothing, the sun having set by the time you two had decided to call it a night. You had already gotten to know so much more about the man who was your soulmate, and it had caused your heart to swell with joy.

Your smile turned into a frown as the two of you stepped out of the cafe, knowing that this is where you were to part for the day. The frown didn't last long as you felt Tom take your hand, his lips brushing against your fingers in a gentle kiss, causing your face to blossom bright red.

"I enjoyed finally getting to meet you in person, darling." He said softly, looking at you with a smile as he continued holding your hand. You felt the butterflies in your stomach going crazy as you looked back into his eyes.

"I-I did too. I hope we can do this again soon." You responded, giving him a shy smile. You were looking forward to the next few months of getting to know the actor you've had a crush on for a few years.

"Of course! You are my soulmate after all." He said with a lopsided grin, causing you to giggle. He placed another gentle kiss on your fingers before letting your hand go. "Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"I will. Goodnight Tom." You said, smiling at him as you leaned in and kissed his cheek. You quickly turned and started walking away after, your face a bright red. You heard him return the goodnight, which caused your face to only grow redder. Things were definitely looking up for you and you knew you had a bright future ahead of you.

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chibikinesis · 5 years

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Another ModernAU short draft ♥ ♥ ♥ 1700-ish words.

Another fairly uneventful day was finally coming to a close. The clock signaled the arrival of the final quarter of Edward's shift, and he gazed longingly out the window and into the courtyard. Days like this made for easy money, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't rather be just about anywhere else on such a beautiful day.

"Don't worry, Ed. You're in the home stretch now." Daniel chuckled, making his way into the room with two mugs of coffee. He placed one of them on the desk near Edward's elbow, and sunk back into his chair with a grunt. "What, two more hours?"

"That'll probably feel like another eight." Edward sighed tiredly, lifting the ceramic to his lips and taking a sip. "Thanks for fresh cup.”

"Hey, no problem." Daniel pulled an excess of creamer and sugar packets from his pocket, and Edward chuckled. It was far from the first time it'd happened, and he was sure it'd be far from the last either. "Y'know... whoever said cargo pants are useless was a goddamned fool."

"Solid point." Edward smirked. "I mean... what'd you manage to squeeze into all those pockets? Half the coffee bar?"

Dan laughed wickedly. "Smartass."

Edward sighed, a contented smile on his face as he looks around. His attention was seized by a figure drawing nearer to the window; a slender woman with a trendy blonde bob, his age or a little older, and wearing an outfit that he could pin as neither casual nor dressy.

She took little notice of him; her gaze had immediately honed in on Daniel, who had just taken notice of the peculiar look on his coworker's face. When he heard a gentle tapping on the glass, he turned to greet this new guest.

"Hey, you old codger." She grinned, laughter in her voice. "Still working here?"

"Heeeyyyy, nice to see you, too." Daniel laughed that ornery laugh of his, rising to his feet and striding over to the window to greet her. "How the hell ya been, kid? Been a while!"

"Doing well, actually. Finally found a nice little place to settle into nearby."

"You back in town then?"

"Yep. Have been for a few months now, actually. Finding my footing, settling in, what-have-you. Finding a decent job, and don't even get me started on the moving process." She sighed, as if to recall just what a hassle it had all been. "What about you?"

"Still here. Can't complain." He smiled warmly. "Don't do any good even if I do, so..."

"Doesn't hurt to try, at any rate, does it?"

Edward watched the exchange in silent confusion, sipping at his coffee. Daniel certainly seemed familiar with the young woman, and that wasn't a terribly common thing to see. He was becoming more and more curious as to how she knew him.

"You're more optimistic than I am." Daniel grumbles. "But, hey, I doubt you're just here to shoot the shit with this old codger, right?"

"It's been nice, Dan, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't come here to see someone else."

"I figured as much. Lemme get 'im on the horn."

Daniel turned and walked a few paces to grab his radio, and the woman leaned in just a bit to survey the security room as she waited. Her wandering eyes stumble across Edward's pensive form and she does a double-take; it took her a moment to place it, but she was certain that this was the man she'd seen in Jack's company during a fair few of her shifts. She smiled warmly at the recollection, and offered a small wave, which he awkwardly returned.

"'Ey, Jack, you copy?"

"Daniel? What is it?"

"Ya' got a visitor down here."

"A visitor?"

"Yeah. Waitin' down here by the security office."

"Now who on Earth-"

Daniel quickly switched channels on his radio, knowing that Jack was about to barrage him with a slew of questions he didn't particularly feel like answering. Plus, he had no doubt the resulting anger would make the doctor's trip downstairs even more hasty. The old guard smirked confidently. "He'll be right down."

"That's one way to do it." The woman was impressed by just how bold Daniel had gotten since she last saw him. If she was being honest, she found that she quite enjoyed it.

As if on cue, they could hear the grinding of the staff elevator descending; with a loud ding, the doors slid open, and almost immediately, they could hear Jack's angry, nasally voice spilling out.

"Daniel, what have I told you about cutting me off like that?!" he spewed. "I can't always afford to come down here on such short noti-"

He came to an abrupt stop when the woman stepped into view, a calm smile on her face. "Hey, Jack."

"Em-..." He stopped dead in his tracks. It took him a full moment to digest it all; he looked as though he'd just seen a ghost, and seeing him that way left Edward feeling a little uneasy himself. "Emogene."

"Since you don't seem like you can be bothered to respond to any of my texts or calls," she spoke, a meaningful undertone in her voice. "- I thought it might just be easier to try stopping in to talk, one-on-one."

Jack sighed, guilt etched on his features as he nodded feebly in agreement. "Let's... follow me."

Daniel and Edward watched as the two walked out the nearby set of glass doors and into the courtyard outside. Daniel's gaze strayed, and he studied Edward's worried face for a moment before shifting his attention back outside, and back again. He smiled knowingly.

"Ed."

"Hm?"

"You can un-clench your buttcheeks now." Daniel chuckled. "Emogene is Jack's sister."

Edward tried to brush it off, but they both knew better. His cheeks darkened, and he waved his hand dismissively, both of them shifting their attention back to what was going on outside.

“Look, I know you’re on the clock right now, so I don’t want to keep you too long, I just...” Emogene drew a long breath and huffed a defeated sigh; or at least as defeated as she’d let herself sound. But Jack knew. “I miss you, Jack. I know I hurt you and mom when I took off back then, but I there were just some things I needed to do by myself, for myself. And I did, and I’ve grown... so much. I’m doing so much better now, Jack, and I’m trying to be a better sister, if you’d just give me that chance.”

“I told you, we could meet up some time-”

“Oh please, Jack, you’ve been making excuses and putting me on the back burner for three months now. You know, when you’re not outright ignoring me.” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “I see you having lunch all the time and you don’t even bother to say hello. “C’mon, if you can make time to have lunch with your guard in there like... three times a week, you can squeeze in some time for me-”

“Wha- how...” Her mouthfuls were loaded with accusations, none of which he found he could really refute, and her brother’s cheeks darkened in shame. The last one stung a bit more than he thought it might, though. He’d have stolen a glance back at Edward if he wasn’t concerned he’d be too obvious. “How did you...?”

“Because I’m the head event coordinator at the mall and I’m there just about every day. If you actually talked to me you might know that by now.” Her voice was scolding, but not excessively abrasive. Perhaps a sign of that personal growth she’d hinted to. “Look, I know that if you’re anything like you used to be... which, you probably are...”

Jack crinkled his nose at just how correct she was in her assumptions.

“ - that you’re probably just going straight home after work, and shutting yourself up in your study, and being a hermit for the rest of the night. Or entertaining mother’s whims.” Jack could detect a small bit of venom in her tone when she mentioned Wilhelmina, but she quickly recovered. “- I’ve got a pretty nice apartment now, and I’d love to have you over for dinner. I ... really wanna’ catch up. Hear what’s been going on with you. Maybe fill you in on what’s been up with me, if you give half a damn.”

The doctor’s stance softened, and his lips curled into a small smile. All this time and she could still read him like a book. But her idea was sounding... tolerable.

“I know a break from her did me good. Probably wouldn’t hurt you, either. I think we could finally act like... functional siblings for once if she’s not helicoptering over us and stirring the pot.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and cocked his head ever so slightly, and Emogene shrugged.

“... maybe. That might be asking too much. It’s worth a shot.” Her nose wrinkled at the thought, and she gave a playful shrug. “But if you come over and decide you still don’t really want to associate with me, I mean, I... guess that’s fine. At least you can say you gave it a shot.”

There was something a little heartbreaking in that last sentence, and it registered as a small ache in Jack’s chest. Had he really made her feel so alienated with his behavior?

“Just... give me that chance, Jack.”

He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard more sincerity in her voice in his whole life; it wasn’t delivered without her signature Emogene Cynicism, of course, but it was definitely there and more tangible than ever. She was letting her walls down enough to let him in. She was taking the initiative to repair the bonds that had been broken. And he was dodging her like a plague.

Who’s really the bad sibling in this situation, when I really think about it? He pondered for a moment. He didn’t like the conclusion he drew, but it was one he needed to accept. You need to do better.

“Actually, Emogene, that sounds... great.” He smiled weakly at her. There was a lot more he wanted to say to her. He had a lot to apologize for, for starters, but he supposed that could wait until he visited her apartment later. He supposed the lapse would give him more time to mentally prepare and rehearse it all. Besides, he was still on the clock. “What time?”

“Seven... ish?” She gestured vaguely. “But, uh... don’t tell mom about me. I’m... not ready for her to know I’m back home yet.”

Jack nodded solemnly and understandingly at her, and she beamed him a genuine smile.

“I’ll text you my address, okay?”

“I’ll actually open it this time.” her brother chuckled.

“Cute.” She snarled. “Anyway, I’ll be holding you to that. You better be there tonight.”

“I promise.”

#jackward #modern au #rachel writes #jack cabot #edward deegan #emogene cabot #daniel #this one's actually more focused on Jack and Emogene but yeah

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one-piece-drabbles · 5 years

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Skyburst

Notes: A warning for violence and unhealthy family dynamics. Inspired by this post from Nari ( @authenticaussi3 ) - years old now, so I’m either late to the party or just that slow of a writer. Take your pick.

For all that Luffy likes a good surprise, he thinks—and in all honesty, it takes him a few seconds to come to this conclusion—that he doesn’t like hurtling through the sky without any sign of how he got up so high. He’s pretty sure that the white stuff below him is just clouds and not weirdly-colored ocean, but that doesn’t answer the question of what’s below the white carpet. Or how he ended up like this.

Nami would know, but she isn’t around to ask. His whole crew is gone. He twists in the air, wind stretching and pulling his skin, but he can’t see any sign of his ship. Still falling and now blinded by the sun, he brings a hand up to his chin and tries to remember the last thing he did. Were they in a fight? No, he had dinner, Sanji kicked him out, and then he went to sleep in his hammock. And woke up in the sky.

He groans, spreading out his limbs in frustration. He finally stops spinning just in time to hit the tallest cloud. The cold, annoying before, is now biting as water soaks his skin, hair, and clothes. With little choice but to keep falling, Luffy shields his eyes. A rumble he can feel in his bones shakes the air, followed by a teeth-rattling boom. Bright blue light flickers around Luffy in constant flashes. The cheery sunlight of before dies under a suffocating blanket of gray.

He’s falling through a thunderstorm. But the weather was clear when he went to sleep—Nami even talked about it, saying that Usopp would be able to fish for a while before anything hit.

Maybe this is a dream. That would make the most sense, right? Even though he’s never had a dream like this before…

He breaks through the lowest layer of clouds and the water vapor becomes torrential rain. Lightning strobes the sky and thunder roars. Luffy claps his hands over his ears as one thunderclap goes off way too close—only that makes him spin again, so it’s either painfully loud noises or throwing up in freefall. Luffy chooses the former. He’s getting far enough from the clouds now that it shouldn’t be deafening anymore.

Maneuvering himself with plenty of trial and error, Luffy finally gets a look at the ground below, blinking almost continuously against the wind. It’s an island, the only one Luffy can see, not that visibility is all that great. Even in the downpour, fires rage all over. The closer Luffy gets, the more details he can make out. There’s a fight going on between white-clad people and…one person?

He’s going to crash down right in the middle of the plaza in the thickest tangle of it all. Water gets into Luffy’s eyes and he wipes it away. He orients himself one last time and braces for a hard landing.

Something slams into the ground a foot to Ace’s left. It isn’t a cannonball or a bullet, no—the force of the impact knocks Ace off his feet. Several marines try to take advantage of the opening, but Ace catches himself on his hands and spins with his feet in the air, releasing a cyclone of flames that burns them all twice over: first with the fire and then again with the steam.

Flipping back onto his feet, Ace eyes the impact crater. It’s too deep to see to the bottom from his angle, and he’s not getting any closer in case the marines are trying another one of those surprise explosives.

A hand shoots out and scrabbles on the upturned brick of the plaza before finding a grip right on the edge of the hole. A second hand joins it, and then any body parts are just a blur of motion. Ace rolls out of the way of the human missile and comes up swinging, knowing that whoever it was would’ve stopped against the wall just behind him. He catches sight of wide eyes and a panicked expression before the stranger bends impossibly far backwards to avoid the hit, nearly slamming his own face into the wall. A stream of fire easily twenty feet high explodes out from Ace’s fist, leveling the entire block behind the house and roasting all the marines too slow to get out of the way.

The attack sputters and dies when the stranger’s feet hit Ace’s shins and knock his legs out from under him. His jaw cracks against the ground and bloodied rainwater splashes all over. Ace snarls into the shattered brick at his own amateurish mistake. The rainwater isn’t enough to stop him, but there’s just enough ocean in it to stop his full-fire transformation. He slams a fist against the ground and releases an omnidirectional explosion that clears the ground for thirty feet in every direction. Ace gets to his feet, wiping his freshly-sopping hair out of his face, and finds the kid who knocked him flat.

Kid. The realization makes him pause, the pouring rain drowning out all the thoughts in his head for a second before he can bring it all back. The stranger can’t be older than twenty, with short black hair and a scar under one eye. That scar rings uncomfortable bells in Ace’s memory, and fire flickers to life on his shoulders.

“Ah, wait!”

Staring in disbelief, Ace watches as the kid jumps up into the air, fingers grasping at something floating down from above. It moves erratically, battered by the same rain still doing its damndest to drown everyone out in the open, but the kid eventually snatches it and jams it onto his head.

And now, Ace thinks, the universe has to be playing a trick on him, because he knows that hat. He buried that hat. How the fuck does this random asshole have it?

Ace is so caught up in memories he wants no part of that he doesn’t realize for several seconds that the rain has stopped. Water runs in rivulets down his face and bare chest, collecting between his shoulder blades before sliding in freezing lines down his spine. Without a curtain of rain in the way, Ace can finally get a clear look at the kid, more than just random details, and it stops him cold.

It doesn’t matter that Ace’s memories are more than ten years old. It doesn’t matter that this kid is almost three times the age of the Luffy he knew. None of it matters, because this kid—this kid—

He looks like Luffy. He looks like how Luffy should’ve looked if the world let him live, right down to the round features that Ace had always figured he’d grow out of and the straw hat Luffy refused to let out of his sight. He looks so much like the Luffy Ace wanted to grow up with that it makes his chest clench, and he balls his hands into fists on reflex. How long has it been since he thought about Luffy? A year? Two?

He blinks, time restarts, and a bullet chips the ground an inch from his left foot. Ace leaps back, a retaliatory barrage of fireballs consuming the sniper’s chosen roof a second later. As the marine screams and falls to the street below as an inferno himself, Ace goes to work on the stragglers who weren’t cowardly enough to run when they had the chance.

Watching him, Luffy can’t bring himself to move, to speak, to do anything but witness as Ace, alive again, murders scores of marines with uncaring brutality. He isn’t concerned about ending life quickly, only incapacitating until the next attacker is down, so the groans of the dying quickly fill the air until Ace goes back and kills them too.

It’s all too much like Marineford, and that snaps Luffy out of his trance. He acts without thinking and joins his brother against the marines. They’re all retreating now—when Luffy propels himself onto a nearby roof that avoided Ace’s flames, he can see ships pulling away from the harbor—but they’ve left a few dozen to cover their escape. Ace and Luffy make short work of them, and while Luffy could catapult himself after the fleeing ships, he doesn’t want to take his eyes off Ace.

Because it is Ace. It has to be, even if he’s not…right. He’s missing his tattoos and his hat and and he’s got more scars than the old Ace ever had, plus there’s something wrong behind his eyes that makes Luffy shiver. Despite all that, he’s still Ace.

Right?

As they stand there on the beach, watching the disappearing ships, Luffy tries to keep himself together. His own grieving words echo in his head and he sneaks glances at Ace, trying to reconcile what he knows with what he sees. He can’t do it.

Ace catches Luffy’s look and turns fully to face him. There’s none of the warmth that Luffy is used to seeing in his expression and his voice is dangerously bland. “Just who the hell are you, anyway?”

Ace expects hostility, or fear, or at the very least trepidation from the kid in front of him. Even Luffy knew when to be afraid. He gets none of it; the boy just stares at him, gears stagnated and mental trains stalled at the station. Scowling, Ace waves a hand in front of his face. “Hey. I asked who you are.”

“You’re Ace, right?”

Irritation showing in the tongues of flame licking at his hair, Ace crosses his arms. He’s not surprised the kid knows who he is. Every single flat surface has his wanted poster tacked up on it these days. “Yeah, I am. Now, for the last time, who the hell are you?”

The kid gets a furrow between his eyes like Ace just asked him how far away the sun is. The gears slowly begin to turn. “You…you don’t remember me?”

More fire. Steam wafts up from Ace’s skin in deceptively gentle wisps. A rumble of thunder from the retreating storm shakes water from the shoreline trees. “I think I’d remember someone like you. Spit it out. Last warning.”

It’s like someone flipped a switch. The kid slides out of Ace’s reach with unexpected speed and offers up a laughably unconvincing smile. “I gotta get back to my crew, they’re probably looking for me—”

“Hold it.” Ace’s hand fastens around the kid’s wrist like a vice. He yanks him close. “Name.”

Luffy swallows. He’s never seen Ace like this before, not since those first few weeks at Dadan’s hideout. Ace’s eyes are hard, his expression promising retribution if Luffy doesn’t listen. There’s something so…so feral about it, and Luffy can’t get the memories of that haunted young boy out of his head. It’s unlike him, but none of this is right and he just wants a little bit of time to think, but Ace isn’t giving it to him, he isn’t acting right, he doesn’t even know Luffy—

Tugging ineffectually on his arm, Luffy tries to hide the pain from his voice. “You’re burning me.”

Ace’s grip tightens. “I know.”

Every ounce of experience in Luffy’s bones is telling him to run, but he can’t. It’s Ace. “I’m Luffy, okay? Luffy. Let go.” Ace’s fingers go slack in surprise and Luffy yanks his hand away. He stays several yards away from Ace, prodding his burned wrist. The skin is raw and pink.

Ace had burned him and hadn’t cared that it hurt. They’d hurt each other plenty of times growing up, that came with their home and with training, but it was never like this.

“Luffy?” Ace’s quiet voice makes Luffy back up another several steps. Ace is glowing with heat, the air distorting around him. “Is this some kind of joke?” He raises his head and his eyes are alight with rage. “Who sent you? How the fuck did they find out about my brother?”

“Ace—”

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Ace continues, heedless of Luffy’s interruption. “You’ll either tell me or you’ll die. I mean, you’ll die either way, but you can at least give me the pleasure of putting up a fight.”

Fear—honest, unfamiliar fear—hooks its fingers in Luffy’s head and instinct takes over. Straightening and losing the confused edge to his expression, Luffy meets Ace glare for glare. “You’re not Ace, I am Luffy, and I really don’t like what you’re doing with my brother’s face.”

His sheer certainty throws Ace out of his reflexive rage. He takes a closer look at the kid. He’d thought that he was some kind of government spy, but really, there’s no way CP9 or any of those assholes know about Luffy. Ace has never talked about him. Plus, too many details are the same for this to be coincidence: the hat, the scar, even just his overall appearance. Hell, Ace is pretty sure that this kid has the same devil fruit powers, too.

The more dots he connects, the farther from the present moment he gets. Adrift in memories, he hardly notices Luffy edging away again—hardly, but he does.

“You can’t be,” he whispers. “I—you died.” The phantom blood spray arcs through the air as Luffy’s tiny body smacks into a tree and crumples to the ground. “You died.” The bear’s roar is a declaration, a challenge, and Ace can’t match it. Luffy is unconscious or dead and Ace—

It’s his greatest shame, a burden he will never be rid of, and his right hand curls into a fist.

He runs. Over and over again he runs. Night after night, year after year, he turns on his heel and he runs. Like a weakling. A coward. A selfish, worthless monster.

“Luffy.” The boy freezes, microexpressions flickering like strobes under a cracked mask of confidence. “You really are him. How—” Ace stops. “No, that doesn’t matter. You’re here now. We can be together again. Brothers. Family. Like we used to.”

“You’re not Ace,” Luffy repeats.

“What are you talking about?” Ace takes a step forward. Luffy takes a step back. “C’mon. It’s me.”

Shaking his head, Luffy maintains the distance between them. “You’re not Ace.” His voice hardens. “Ace wouldn’t do what you do. He cared about—about things. About himself. You don’t care about anything.”

A strong ocean wind washes over the island, picking up and spreading the nauseating odor of burning flesh. Ace’s rampage had spared no one, not a single soldier and not a single civilian. It was cruelty of the highest, most callous order. Luffy’s right foot slides back and he sinks into a ready stance.

“You’re not my Ace. I’m not your family. Leave me alone!”

Ace grins, teeth shining with reflected firelight from the village still burning in the background. Something broken and mad bleeds out from behind his eyes. “Leave you alone? No,no, I can’t do that. This is a second chance.” Flames race across his skin and bathe his face in demonic light. “I’m never leaving you alone again, Luffy.”

#op drabble #authenticaussie #Portgas D. Ace #asl brothers #monkey d. luffy #the writer is not dead but she is so easily distracted #also #who the fuck decided to take away the ability to put in regular line breaks #can't even make them with raw HTML #how the actual fuck would a /line break/ be a problem that serious

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theprocrastinatingalien · 6 years

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Casting The Batman

Director Matt Reeves said in a Q&A that he expects THE BATMAN to start production at the end of this year. Now that's still quite a way off, but for that to happen a few things need to happen... like casting.

It's be confirmed that Ben Affleck has stepped away from the Batcave, and we're now looking at a new actor putting on the cowl.

Firstly, we need to asses... is Reeves' Batflick part of the DCEU, or does it stand aside, like the upcoming JOKER movie starring Joaquin Phoenix, despite the fact Jared Leto is expected to carry on as the Clown Prince of Crime within the shared universe.

Why is this important? Well, Whilst Affleck is going off, that doesn't mean the supporting characters have to change cast, especially if it's in the shared universe. Particular roles are in place. Jeremy Irons as played Alfred in two movies now, and JK Simmons popped up in the JUSTICE LEAGUE as Commissioner James Gordon. Either of those actors could continue. Even if this movie is in the past. Sure a younger actor in either part may make sense, but CAPTAIN MARVEL just proved you can do a whole film with nifty de-aging effects (Samuel L Jackson's Nick Fury).

Whilst I will, naturally, look towards who could be cast in supporting (and villainous) roles, right now we're going to focus on the big issue. Who should play Batman?

Below are a list of different actors who I've seen suggested, or am suggesting myself, that could end up as the next Dark Knight. I've included a variety of ages too... just covering the bases.

KARL URBAN

This one was an obvious inclusion. Before Affleck was announced, Urban was my (and seemingly half the internet) top choice. Probably best known currently as Dr McCoy in the new age STAR TREK movies, he also appeared as DREDD, and more recently played Skurge in THOR: RAGNAROK over in the MCU. He's around the same age as Affleck (both born in 1972), so this would be more of a direct recast, but a popular one I believe.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Urg. No. This would annoy me... but a major rumour recently was that the TWILIGHT star was in talks for Bruce Wayne and his alter ego. To be honest, it wouldn't be the WORST casting in the DCEU (Jesse Eisenberg as Lex Luthor, anyone?) and I would still give the guy a go. It's just not a casting I'd be excited about. With Pattinson we'd have a Batman in his early 30s.

ARMIE HAMMER

The funny thing with this one... it was basically reported that Hammer had got the job. The actor had to debunk the casting himself. There's quite a fanbase for the actor to get this role, and to be fair, he had once been attached to a Batman role in the past, when he was cast as Bruce Wayne in a defunct JUSTICE LEAGUE movie. Still, whilst the actor said nobody (in power) had talked to him, the media buzz may have brought him to the attention of Reeves... so I wouldn't rule out this casting entirely. I'd certainly prefer it to Pattinson. Both actors are the same actor as 32.

AIDAN TURNER

This Irish actor is very popular with the ladies (good for Bruce Wayne) and was a sheer highlight as vampire Mitchell in BEING HUMAN (the UK series)… He's currently the heartthrob lead in POLDARK, and was the heartthrob dwarf Kili in THE HOBBIT trilogy. And whilst there probably has been a lot of onus on his looks, he just happens to be a really good actor, and in his mid 30s, I believe shouldn't be dismissed as a potential Batman (or Bond!).

TARON EGERTON

Now, this wouldn't be an ideal choice, but I'm throwing it in there. Egerton's currently 29, so the youngest on my list at this point, and he's making quite a name for himself. I think his best qualification for Batman is his role in the KINGSMAN franchise, but he also recently played ROBIN HOOD. He's possibly a little on the short side for Batman, and whilst he has the physicality for the role, I don't think he's the best fit for Bruce Wayne. However, I would definitely put him near the top of a NIGHTWING list. As Dick Grayson does become Batman at some point, I thought it'd be fair to include him on here.

K J APA

Apa's the youngest person on this list at 21. If I'm honest, I'm not sure he quite has the charisma for Bruce Wayne, and he feels a little young for Bats, but that might be what Reeves is looking for. Apa is Archie, the lead character in RIVERDALE, and he does get to play detective - which plays into comments Reeves has made.

KIT HARINGTON

Funnily enough, I was actually going to include Harington's onscreen brother Richard Madden, from GAME OF THRONES but I've switched it. Harington certainly has the broody look down. We all know how Batman likes to brood, and with GoT coming to an end, Kit's probably looking for a new high-profile acting gig. THE BATMAN wouldn't be a bad way to go. Not sure how people would take to this casting though, I'm not sure how the actor is perceived in the public eye. Agewise, he's inline with the likes of Pattinson and Hammer.

LIAM NEESON

I said, I'd be cover all the bases, and this one's going the other way, with an older actor. Liam Neeson is 66. He's already been a part of the Batworld, featuring in THE DARK KNIGHT trilogy as villain R'as Al Ghul. But what if we turned that around and made him the big man himself. Casting Zeus, Aslan and Qui-Gon Jinn as Batman works for me!

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN

Okay, so this is not a clear-cut choice... but I'm throwing it out there anyway. Morgan played Thomas Wayne in the opening scenes of BATMAN V SUPERMAN. We know that there's an upcoming move (supposedly) based on FLASHPOINT, and in that, rather than Bruce becoming Batman, his father does instead. What if the DCEU are clever and tie this alternative reality into the cast change... handing the cowl over to Morgan. Personally I like it. Recasting Batman without recasting Bruce Wayne. Morgan is in his 50s, and currently plays the violent Negan in THE WALKING DEAD.

BRAD PITT

No, really. Like Morgan, Pitt is in his 50's, but he's still got that good-looking, swagger (perfect for an aging Bruce), and he'd be a pretty commercial choice I think. Plus, Pitt is a pretty decent actor. He'd be able to display a few different facets for the caped crusader, and might be able to channel that dark SEVEN vibe, tying in with Matt Reeves' noir detective tale.

Now, I should probably start wrapping this list up. I've already listed 10, but there's still two more I think deserve a mention. One positive, one negative.

JAKE GYLLENHAAL

Now, you're probably expecting Jake to be the positive, but no. I do not like the idea of him playing Batman. He's not right for the role. So why am I including him now? Gyllenhaal was a possible casting way back when Christian Bale was cast. As were Joshua Jackson and Wes Bentley. I'd actually rather Bentley get given the shot of any of them, but Jake gets the mention because apparently Matt Reeves may have his eye on him. I'm not against JG as an actor, in fact I'm looking forward to his turn as Mysterio in SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME over at the MCU. I just don't think he'd be *my* Batman if he were to be cast.

Which leaves us with...

OSCAR ISAAC

I saw Isaac's name pop up on another list, and you know what... I wouldn't mind it. I wouldn't have thought of him myself, He's half Guatemalan, half Cuban, which would add ethnicity to the character that had typically been played by straight up white American or Brits, with being as controversial as, say casting Idris Elba (who, incidentally has joined the DCEU as Deadshot, replacing Will Smith). Isaac is suave enough to play Bruce, and intense enough to play Batman. He's a good actor, and now has quite a following thanks to his part in the current STAR WARS trilogy. Of the twelve candidates listed here, he's definitely up the top end for me.

It would have been quite easy to fall in with listing every dark-haired furrow-browed actor in Hollywood, but I tried to streamline the list a little. Personally for me, my tick rests near Urban still, although I accept it's unlikely. It's going to be interesting to see who they do go with in the end. There was a lot of negativity against Affleck's casting, but I think most can agree he's been a highlight of the DCEU.

Whoever get's cast, will be filling the shoes of Adam West, Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer, George Clooney, Christian Bale and Affleck. Soon, I'll also be looking at the supporting cast - including an actor I almost included here as a potential Batman, but then realised I'd love to see him as a Riddler...

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whats linka's relationship with the twins like?

Awesome! Thanks for asking. The twins are so cute!

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Linka and Leif’s relationship

Of the twins, Linka and Leif have a more friendly relationship. They obviously tend to bicker like normal siblings, but they don’t really do much to annoy each other specifically. And they play together a lot. Linka is often breaking up fights and arguments between Leif and Lexx.

When Leif was born, 5 year old Linka was excited to have “two new bwothers for the pwice of one.” Linka played with him and Lexx and included him in all girly activities. Tea parties, stuffed animals, dolls, dress-up, you name it. Tiny Leif looked up to his big sister, but he hated the girly activities and would either cry to get out of them or drag Linka into playing some boy activities, like playing in the mud, which she didn’t mind. Not much is different about their relationship now.

Linka finds Leif’s love for unsanitized things a bit gross. Though, she’s mostly bothered by his willingness to clean and plumb the dirty toilet. That gives Leif the opportunity to tease her by trying to touch her with his toilet water hands whenever he can. Which annoys her to no end.

Even though she finds him gross sometimes, though, Linka loves Leif for who he is. He’s messy, he’s muddy, he fixes stuff and keeps animals and tools in his pants. And she wouldn’t want him to change a bit. No matter how grimy he can be.

Heck, she’s actually able to tolerate his love for most gross stuff, mainly mud. In fact, they have mud fights sometimes. Sometimes. Loki doesn’t expect this from Linka, so he’s surprised whenever he sees them doing this. As long as Leif doesn’t involve her in the other gross stuff, she’s okay.

Linka tends to meddle in Lexx’s life and smother him with sisterly love, whether by pinching his cheek or watching him work on his auto-repairs. However, she doesn’t do this as often to Leif as she does to some of her other brothers like Lexx or Lars or Lynn. And seeing how much she meddles them, Leif doesn’t question it and appreciates it. Plus, he likes her sisterly love.

They both share a love for animals. If there’s an animal in danger, they’ll rescue it, no matter what kind of animal it is, and care for them (and Leif will prolly adopt ‘em).

Leif is close enough with Linka to introduce his pets to her. Linka loves this.

Linka is very protective of Leif. She’ll keep her little brother safe from anything he gets scared of. Even if it doesn’t exist. And she’ll rush right in to comfort him if he’s sad or crying or anything. And if someone bullies him, they have to deal with an enraged Linka. Which isn’t pretty.

Likewise, Leif is very protective of Linka. He doesn’t tolerate anyone teasing her and will pound anyone who does. Actually, he’ll send a stampede of his animals on whoever picks on her or makes her cry. Even if it’s one of his older brothers- if one of them ever hit her, he would beat the crap out of them for hurting their sister.

Leif is, believe it or not, one of Linka’s overprotective brothers. He isn’t fond of the idea of her dating and he doesn’t like her around Ronaldo. He knows when boys are jerks and doesn’t want his big sister near jerks. He still teases her a bit when it comes to her romance. But if a boy ever insults her or makes her cry… well, he’s gonna get the animal stampede.

Leif crawls into Linka’s bed sometimes whenever he has a nightmare. Whether she lets him or not. She usually does. But he ends up sleeping in her bed either way. And she lets a couple of his pets sleep in her bed, too.

Linka sees Leif as one of her role models, even though he’s her little brother. She thinks he’s very smart, with his vast knowledge of animals and plumbing and fixing things. And he’s so resourceful and lovable. She wishes she could be as knowledgeable, resourceful, and lovable as Leif. Despite being the most nurturing sibling, she doesn’t believe it.

But likewise, Leif looks up to his big sister, too (but he doesn’t dare say it). He thinks she’s very smart and cool and he often goes to her for advice or help. And she may not think so, but Leif knows Linka is the most nurturing and best sister ever. And he will help her believe it.

Overall: Linka and Leif have a very friendly and sweet relationship with surprisingly little teasing other than Leif’s filthiness conflicting against her. They love each other very much and aren’t afraid to show it.

Whenever Linka is sad or upset, Leif will try to cheer her up by cuddling her and show her his animals and talk about them. And the animals will cuddle her as he talks.

Linka and Lexx’s relationship

Of the twins, Linka and Lexx have a more tense relationship, and easily irritate each other. But deep down, they still care for each other and play together a lot. Linka is often breaking up fights and arguments between Lexx and Leif. Lexx will often come running to Linka if Leif is trying to pound him.

When Lexx was born, 5 year old Linka was happy to have “two new bwothers for the pwice of one.” Lexx became one of her new playmates in all the girly activities: tea parties, playing with stuffed animals, dolls, dress-up. However, Lexx actually liked playing dress-up with her and got excited whenever they played it. He didn’t like the tea parties and dolls, but dress-up stuck with him, as they still play it even today.

Linka and Lexx are prone to arguing and irritating each other. Not a day goes by where they don’t without sticking their tongues out at each other, making faces, or arguing in gibberish. And they are strong petty rivals when it comes to playing video games. These two are quite childish with each other.

Linka dislikes Lexx’s tattle-tale nature, which makes it hard for her to trust him sometimes, which Lexx is unaware of. She also hates it when he orders her around like a maid, but she is usually forced to. He is easily able to take advantage of her since their parents are more likely to believe the younger one. She is also slightly afraid of Lexx’s anger.

In return, Linka loves to tease her little brother. She likes to pinch his cheek, call him teasing pet names- basically, treat him like a baby. He HATES when she does this stuff and it annoys him to no end, so she’ll always do so whenever she feels like it or he’s angered her enough.

Despite all the fighting, Linka and Lexx are close deep down. She calls him “her little prince.”

Linka tends to meddle in Lexx’s life. To Lexx, he sees it as her smothering him, which can quickly irritate him if pushed. But Linka is really acting maternal towards him. He’s her little brother, so she can’t help it. She wants what’s best for him and does her best to guide him. In truth, Lexx secretly appreciates her smothering him with sisterly love, and he is always grateful when she does nice things for him.

Linka and Lexx find many ways to spend time together. Linka likes to attend Lexx’s debate practices and “knights of the round table” meetings and listen to his debates and kingly speeches. Even though she won’t understand almost anything he’s saying, Lexx always leaves an open chair for her. She is also shown to help him prepare for his debates by either giving him insights or be his practice rival. Lexx also sometimes likes to drive her around in his toy car, while she’s standing in the back behind him holding his scepter like a princess.

To add to his liking for dress-up, Lexx likes to play “royal fashion show” with Linka. He gets a runway set up and lights and everything in his room and asks Linka to play with him. Lexx plays the host and Linka walks down the runway all “dressed up.” Dress up meaning feather boas, sunglasses, hats way too big for their heads and other silly accessories. They also switch roles and Lexx will also make glamorous poses and funny faces. This makes Linka laugh every time.

Linka is very protective of Lexx. If he’s ever pouty or disappointed for whatever reason, she’s there to comfort him if he wants it. She’ll protect him from anything he’s scared of. And she always cheers him on when he’s debating. If he’s ever picked on or messed with by a rival, she has no problem confronting the little bully. Though Lexx could handle it on his own, he likes it when she scares anyone who messes with him.

Lexx is also super protective of Linka. As the leader of the “kingdom”, it’s his duty to look after his family, especially his only sister. He despises anyone who messes with her and if he finds out about someone bullying her, he will all too gladly run them over with his car. And it secretly pains him to see her sad.

Fortunately, he understands when she can look after herself and doesn’t go overboard when it comes to dating. He even teases her whenever she’s in a relationship. Even when it comes to Ronaldo. But just cause he doesn’t go overboard, doesn’t mean he exactly trusts him because of how he treated her. He just trusts Linka’s judgement. But if he or another boy were to ever hurt her, Lexx will also run him over with his car.

Lexx usually wants Linka to read him a bedtime story before he goes to bed. It’s usually a fairy tale or on some occasions, a story Linka makes up on the spot. She usually exaggerates the stories and acts and reads them dramatically well. A reason why he loves when she reads to him.

Lexx will also crawl into her bed if he has a nightmare. He does it more often than Leif. But Lexx usually asks her almost all the time if he can sleep in her bed whenever it happens. And he’ll be cuddling her tight in his sleep. Which Leif will tease him about.

Linka sees Lexx as a role model, despite being her little brother. She thinks is very funny, fierce, and powerful. She loves the games they play together, and she looks up to the fierceness and confidence he displays in his debates and on the runway. While she thinks he’s a corrupt little brat, if he worked on his attitude, she believes he’d make a great leader one day. She wishes she could be as ambitious, fierce, and have as much self-esteem and confidence as Lexx.

While he would never say it out loud, Lexx looks up to his big sister as well. He loves her kind and gentle nature, especially when he does nice things for her. And while he has his great sense of pride, he appreciates her belief in him that he’d make an actual good leader someday. In his eyes, he thinks the family doesn’t need another girl; he already has the best sister ever.

Overall: There’s a ton of bickering and childish teasing between these two. Linka treats him like a baby and he is a bossy and corrupt brat when ordering her around. But despite that, they still love and care for each other deep down.

Whenever Linka is sad or upset, Lexx will tell her why he thinks she’s awesome in the form of a debate speech. “Why Linka Loud is the Coolest Girl in the World.” And give her a hug after.

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