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hb-writes · 2 years

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Summary: Emma finds out her brother has been lying to her about her biological father, but Christian doesn’t know everything.

Characters: Christian Grey & Emmeline Grey (OC), w/ Taylor, Ms. Jones, and Ryan.

Content Warning: general angst, cursing, sibling fight (shouting and a bit of manhandling), mentions of past child abuse/ estranged family members, adoptive family relationships, some (canon, I think) overly-controlling behavior from Christian in the name of protecting people he cares about.

Request (by anon): 47 of the I hate you prompts... I am imagining Emma accidentally walking in on her brother’s meeting and being slapped in the face with that 😳 that’s so mean omg

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.

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Emmeline barely remembered the journey across town. She had made it all the way from school to Escala in record time, traversing the city streets with little caution despite the harsh rain...and the rush hour traffic...She had still made it to Christian's doorstep before her psychology class was even due to be over.

She was lucky she hadn't gotten pulled over somewhere along the way. Lucky she hadn't crashed the car her best friend had let her borrow for the purpose. Lucky she had slipped away before Ryan noticed she was no longer learning about operant conditioning.

But Emmeline wasn't feeling lucky.

If she had to place an emotion, something she had yet to even consciously attempt, she would have settled on anger. That was the one at the forefront of her mind, the one to blame for the steady shake in her limbs and the warmth she felt throughout her whole body, the one that had her taking shallow, unsatisfying breaths and pacing in the small space of the elevator as it crawled toward the penthouse.

She wanted to cry, the tears borne out of confusion and hurt and frustration, but she tried not to. She endured the searing pain in her throat and swallowed down everything that meant to consume her. She willed herself to remain focused on her outrage, to which she felt entirely justified. She knew well enough there was something else building up behind the more righteous parts of her anger, but Emmeline wasn't sure she could manage the rest of it. Not now. Not yet.

The elevator doors weren’t yet fully open when she squeezed through. Her mind remained settled on her brother's home office—on getting there, on getting to him, on letting him have it, on letting Christian take on some of what she was holding, some of what he’d settled her with through his lies and withholding…his precious protection. Things Christian seemed to think were well within his right to inflict on those within his grasp simply because he could. Because he had the means and the power. Because he knew what was best. And while Emmeline wasn't sure what exactly she intended to say when she saw him, she figured there was enough bottled up inside of her that everything pertinent would eventually work its way out.

Ms. Jones set aside the salad she was preparing and stepped out from behind the kitchen island to greet the girl. Ms. Jones was staff, but she was practically family. Emmeline knew she owed the woman a modicum of respect—a dash more than the meager slowing of pace she'd allotted as she passed through the kitchen, but she couldn't bring herself to give any. The words she directed the housekeeper’s way lacked any reciprocal greeting, any warmth. Emmeline cut Ms. Jones off in the middle of her hello.

"He's here?" Emmeline asked, nodding her head toward the hallway ahead.

"Miss Grey.” Ms. Jones pressed her lips into a line before giving her a smile. She knew. Emmeline shouldn’t have been surprised. She supposed all of the staff—and probably all of their family as well—knew they were arguing. They knew Christian’s side of things, at least. “Mr. Grey is—"

"Here?" Emmeline suggested. She stopped walking, then she turned and waited for Ms. Jones to confirm. “Christian’s home?” Emmeline forced her hands to unclench as they hung at her sides. She dropped her heavy bag on the counter when Ms. Jones finally nodded, her laptop thudding carelessly against the marble.

She started off once again in the direction of her brother’s office, a gruff thank you tossed over her shoulder to the housekeeper. The pounding of Emmeline’s heart hammered as loud as the click of her heel across the marble floors as she went.

The door to Christian’s office was closed, but not locked and Emmeline pushed the door open without a thought. She had long ago lost count of how many times Christian had gotten after her for not knocking before entering a room, but surely she knew better. His voice always rose whether she was barging into the middle of a private call or a meeting or, as happened most often, interrupting his sacred train of thought.

He had asked after his privacy since the time Emmeline was a little. As an unknowing child, Emmeline was prone to bounding through the bedroom doors of her teenage siblings without a thought. She hadn't understood their exasperation until she was old enough to value it for herself.

Emmeline knew it was a request she should have heeded. Christian often attended to it for her—the knocking, at least. His patience with waiting for her to admit him came with varying results depending on the situation, but he at least gave a bit of fair warning either way.

Stepping over the threshold to Christian’s office, Emmeline prepared herself for a fight. Her body tensed as a few different opening statements flooded her mind. Each of them was not quite right, not nearly enough of what she wanted to say. She hoped the right words would come to her once her brother mounted his argument, but as she stepped forward into Christian’s office, no argument rose to meet her.

A set of unfazed glances was the only thing to meet her sudden presence in the room. Her arrival held their attention for only a second or so before Christian looked back to the computer screen. Taylor’s gaze followed shortly after without either of them sparing a word to acknowledge her.

Emmeline expected her presence to elicit a bit more of a reaction from her brother. Of which sort of reaction...she wasn't so certain, but his indifference somehow felt unfair. It was both condescending and like an assault at the same time. And considering all that Emmeline was holding, the snub made her feel more justified.

Emmeline cleared her throat, straightening her back and shoulders. She grew no taller, no stronger, but the gesture fortified her words, her resolve.

"We need to talk,” she said.

Christian pulled his gaze up again as his sister took a step forward. The tilt of his head posed a question, the heave of his chest an admission of his weariness. They were both gestures Emmeline ignored or missed entirely.

"Not now." Christian shook his head and looked back to the computer. "I'll find you when Taylor and I are—"

"Yes, now!" Emmeline stepped further into the room, her boot stomping down on the hardwood as she went. “Right fucking now, Christian!"

Christian’s gaze remained on his sister this time. His jaw clenched as he forced himself to take another breath. He rolled his neck in a small circle, relieving the tension before he focused on his sister again. "Excuse me?"

Emmeline was nearly at the edge of Christian’s desk now. She was quickly running out of space to close between them with her steps, quickly running out of volume in her voice, too. She felt the threat of untamable emotion rise within her. "Don't act like you didn't hear—"

Christian cleared his throat. A manilla folder sat open beside him, beside the laptop. He closed the folder and laced his fingers, continuing to stare at his sister throughout. His demeanor was so calm and still that Emmeline forgot herself for a moment. A dryness settled in her mouth as her stomach churned. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She wished she could forge on. She wanted to pick up her words right where she’d left off, but she couldn’t quite remember what she’d wanted to say. Not a single one of the points that had flooded her mind while she lingered near the threshold came to her now.

Taylor reached for the laptop and file as he stood up. “I’ll give you two the room, Mr. Grey.”

"No, Taylor. You stay.” Christian shook his head before meeting his sister’s eye. “Emmeline was just—"

Something in hearing Christian utter her full name in that particular tone shook her loose. Emmeline swallowed down the sickness rising in her throat and shook her head. She took another step forward to reach the front edge of Christian’s desk. "I’m not going anywhere. We need to talk and you're not just going to push me off, so don't talk over me and don't act like you didn't hear—"

"Oh, I heard you," Christian said. He pushed his chair back as he stood up.

Emmeline leaned away from him despite knowing the desk was safely settled between them.

"I was offering you the opportunity to take a moment to consider what you will accomplish by barging into my office like this. Would you still like that opportunity?"

Some part of Emmeline paused at his words. It was a threat posed as a calm, yet condescending, question. But more than the words, it was something in Christian's tone that always got to her. Something in the timbre and intonation sent reason and logic and self-preservation out the window.

When he spoke to her like that, it always made an infuriating fight take her over and Emmeline scoffed at Christian’s offer now.

"If either of us needs an opportunity to reassess what they're doing, it's you." Her hands gestured wildly, supplementing her words to release the frustration that speech alone could not.

She swallowed as her brother stepped around the side of the desk, but her eyes didn't stay on him. Instead, she considered the file he’d closed moments before. He’d left it unattended. She somehow knew that file was exactly what she wanted.

No, not wanted—it was what she needed.

It was the file that held the information Christian was keeping from her, the information about the man believed to be her biological father. The one Christian had told her was locked away. The one Christian had told her wanted nothing to do with her. It was information about who he was. Where he was. It was hers for the taking.

Christian had told her only lies about the man, but the truth was right there in black and white. Emmeline fixated on it, her mind imaging the feel of the manilla folder and the freshly printed documents stashed inside, imagining what it would be to read and know the truth. Her distraction lasted only a few seconds at most, but every second her gaze lingered a searing burn grew within her limbs.

Every piece of her was on fire.

She reached for the folder, but Christian stepped in front of her before she could shift. He caught her wrist in his hand and held her close.

"Let me see it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking, the words coming out as a plea more than an order. Emmeline tried to pull out of Christian’s grasp, twisting and pushing harshly though his grip was gentle. She hadn’t realized.

His hands shifted to grasp both of Emmeline’s arms. He tried to move her back, away from the desk. "Em, you don't have any need—" Christian started. His words were gentle now, too, but she couldn’t hear the nuance.

"It's my file..." Emmeline shouted, continuing to fight against him, his hold seemingly searing against her skin. "He’s…he’s my...he's my family, Christian."

My family.

Christian swallowed at the words and he dropped his hold on her. He was almost surprised by the flash of anger they brought on. Those particular words generated more anger and fear than her slipping away from her security. More frustration was borne from the words than her journey across Seattle at 80 miles per hour. The phrase angered him more than the vexing show of attitude and rebellion he was receiving from her now.

"You really think—” Christian gestured to the folder. “—that man is your family?" he asked, nearly shouting it, the slimy film of disgust coating his words so thick that it couldn’t be missed or confused.

Christian wanted to understand where his sister was coming from. Some part of him wanted to empathize. He wanted to see her point of view, but he was falling short. He didn’t get it. Emmeline had never known her biological father. He was a worse sort of human than her mother’s boyfriend had been and that was a trauma his sister actually could remember. That should have been explanation enough for her to understand why Christian wanted to keep him away from her.

And the man had never had any interest in her all these years, not until he found out who had adopted her, what she was worth. Not that the ransom his family could afford to pay came anywhere close to what she was worth to them.

This man, her supposed father, was dangerous. Even after years in prison, the man had connections. He had power. Couldn’t Emmeline see she was better off not knowing him? Couldn’t she understand why he was doing this? He was only protecting her. The less she knew of the man, the less she would feel inclined to connect with him, and the better off she would be.

It wasn’t an easy truth. Christian knew what it was to wonder after his own parents, the father he never knew, the mother he’d lost while still so young. It had taken years of therapy to sort. In truth, he was still sorting it out, and he had over a decade of progress on Emmeline’s journey when it came to that.

There was no threat of them losing her, not legally. Emmeline was too close to her eighteenth birthday. That wasn’t what Christian was afraid of. Not even if she had been younger. No judge in their right mind would pull a child from the family who had raised and provided for her for a decade and a half to settle her in the care of a criminal with no means or prospects.

But Christian knew the man. He knew what he was. He knew the things the man had done, the things they couldn’t put him away for—the murders and the kidnappings that were there behind the formal charges he’d served time for. Christian knew the things he was capable of now. Maybe it wasn’t fair to define a man by the things he’d done, but if the best predictor of future behavior was past behavior, then…

The man believed to be Emmeline’s father was a murderer. A kidnapper. A blackmailer and an extortionist. And Emmeline was worth too much to them for Christian to risk it, especially now that he was out of prison.

He had told her only enough of the situation to keep her safe, to explain the increased security. Christian had told her that someone had reached out and he told her the basics. He figured that would be enough to scare her off of it, but he should have known better.

Had Paul Robbin’s letter come to Escala, or even to their parents’ home, Christian knew things could have been very different. If the letter hadn’t come to his office—to his hands first—Emmeline could have received it. She could have found it. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find his sister come up with a plan to see him, to meet him. It made him sick to imagine what could have happened, what still could.

"Mr. Grey?” Taylor prompted, the interruption pulling the eyes of both siblings as Taylor’s gaze remained trained on the computer screen. “You should see this."

Christian dropped Emmeline’s arm and moved far enough around the desk to view the screen. He pulled the file from Emmeline’s reach as he went. Christian pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment as he watched the security footage on the screen.

They’d been tracking his movements since his release two weeks before. He’d stayed local up until three days ago. It had been unclear where he was heading, but there was no question now. Emmeline’s father was making his way to Seattle. And Christian knew why. There was no other reason for him to leave California. No reason for him to travel North.

He was coming for Emmeline.

And there was no way Christian would let that happen. There was no way that man was learning more than he already knew. Emmeline may have been inclined to indulge in her sympathies…their parents, too, had argued for the more humane reasons to consider allowing her connection with the man who had never even been listed on her birth certificate, but Christian knew better.

"You're to have nothing to do with that man, Emmeline. And it's not going to be a discussion. You’ll take security with you wherever you go and—"

“I’ve already had contact!” Emmeline held up her blackberry, her hand shaking with rage. “You don’t control everything. You don’t know everything. You don’t control everyone!” Christian grabbed her hand and the phone, holding them both still so he could read the wall of text sent from an unknown number, a perfectly crafted message of pleas and promises.

Christian ripped the phone from her hand. “You’re not responding to that. I’ll get you a new phone number and the rest of what I said stands. Increased security. Ryan goes everywhere with—”

"No! You don’t get to just make decisions like that. Taylor, tell him he's—"

"Miss Grey.” Taylor did not need to say more than those two words. It was clear in his tone whose side he intended to fall on, conciliatory even in just issuing her name. Emmeline was familiar enough with the practice. She got on well with her brother’s head of security, but he was just that—her brother’s. Taylor’s loyalty was spoken for, paid for, but that couldn’t stop her from arguing the point.

"You can't actually tell me you agree with him? Just because he signs your checks doesn't mean you can't have an opinion—"

"Emmeline, that's enough," Christian interrupted her badgering, hoping he could stop her. He needed her to stop.

"No, it's not enough. You think you’re in charge of the whole fucking world. That you know best about everything, but if I want to see him, you and Taylor can't just—"

“It’s enough, Emmeline," Christian ground out. "The smart people are talking. It's time to shut up."

Christian wasn't sure if it was the sentiment, the tone, or the step he took in Emmeline’s direction, but she finally listened, finally heeding his request. Emmeline stood before her brother in silence, her mouth pressed in a straight line.

"Thank you, Emma,” Christian said, his tone softer now as he acknowledged her compliance and pocketed his sister’s phone. Part of him regretted the words. He hadn’t meant to say them, but they'd been building up inside as Emmeline badgered him and Taylor. He had needed a moment’s quiet to think, to speak. He needed her to go so he and Taylor could develop a plan.

"Ms. Jones can prepare you something to eat. We will discuss this when Taylor and I finish."

Christian returned to his spot beside Taylor, shifting his attention back to the computer as he leaned into the desk. With her lack of immediate argument, he considered the matter settled, but Emmeline shook her head, following him back toward the desk, regaining the steps she’d lost.

"I'm not hungry," she said, the words quiet, but firm.

"Fine.” Christian took a deep breath. He refrained from shaking his head or pinching the bridge of his nose again though both gestures were calling to him. “Go wait in your room, then. I will come to find you when—"

"No.” Emmeline shook her head. “No. You can't just send me away, Christian. We need to—"

Christian scoffed, turning toward her once again "Alright, you want to talk?"

He pushed himself up off the desk, straightening to his full height. "How about we start with the fact that you're supposed to be in a psychology lecture right now? Or the fact that you tried to ditch your security once again? Or how about that joy ride you took across the city just now? Because all those conversations, along with the one about this goddamned attitude of yours, are happening first...Long before whatever conversation you think you and I are going to be having, so unless you’re ready for those conversations, get out.”

Christian had taken a step closer with every question, his aim to move her back, but Emmeline held her ground, considering her options as her brother continued.

“Emmeline, you can either go out with Ms. Jones or you can go to your room, but Taylor and I have work to do. We’ll talk about this later.”

“I want my phone back.”

“You’ll be getting a new one.”

“And what am I supposed to do until then?” she asked. “I have plans this afternoon and I have to return—”

“No.” Christian shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere. Someone will return Miss Harmon’s car and I’ll get you a new phone, but you’re staying here until we figure this out.”

Emmeline felt the futility of continuing to fight, but she couldn’t let it go. Her phone was gone from her, but the file was still accessible to her and she needed something. “At least let me—” Emmeline saw an opportunity and took it, reaching for the file once again.

Christian caught her arm. “There’s nothing in that file you need to know. The less you know of him, the better.”

Emmeline fought against Christian’s hold as he moved her toward the door, and something seemed to break down in her, all of the still-pent-up emotional energy coming out through hot, angry tears and a surge of energy pulling to release Christian’s grip. Christian recognized the change and he tried to be gentle. He tried to keep the frustration out. “You’re free to go where you please within the building, but—”

Emmeline turned, loosening Christian’s grip enough to shove hard against his chest, angry tears flowing freely as she tried to hurt him, trying to transfer some of her pain through her words and her fists. “Just because you never knew your father, doesn’t mean you can keep me from mine.”

Christian huffed out an incredulous breath. He caught Emmeline’s wrists before she could bang against him another time. “Your room it is, then," he said as he moved his sister the final few steps towards the open door. He easily passed her to Ryan’s waiting arms. "Ryan, please escort Miss Grey to her room.”

Emmeline tried to fight. She still wanted to argue, but it was useless arguing with a closed door. Ryan prompted her, issuing her name and holding out an arm to guide her away from Christian’s office. Emmeline shrugged out of his hold and walked towards her bedroom as the hot tears continued to fall. It wasn’t worth it. Arguing with Ryan was only slightly more productive than arguing with the door. She wouldn’t be getting her phone or leaving Escala. She wouldn’t be getting the file or the truth. Emmeline knew she had lost those opportunities when Christian shut the door in her face, or maybe she had never had them to begin with.

She didn’t even know if she wanted to meet the man who was supposedly her father. All this fighting and hurt was over a man she wasn’t even sure of, only curious about. Emmeline knew it was more about the lies than anything else. It was more about being able to make choices for herself. It was more about decisions being made without her opinions and thoughts being taken into account. It was more about a life’s worth of opportunities she was being denied. As many opportunities as her mother and father and siblings had given her—all of the education and love and support—Emmeline couldn’t help but think they’d taken away just as many, closing a number of doors in her life in the name of safety and what they thought was best.

Maybe Christian was right. Maybe Paul Robbins wasn’t worth it. Maybe he was dangerous and she’d be better off without, but Emmeline had the right to decide on that for herself. She deserved an opportunity to know him if she wanted. She deserved to at least be a person in the room when decisions about her life were being made.

Emmeline slammed her bedroom door as she came through it, not a care spared for how close Ryan may have been following behind her. She knew she wasn’t taking out her frustration on the person she wished to, but the reach of her agency had been so diminished, that she held tight to what power and choice she did have. Despite her brother’s decrees, Emmeline knew it should be up to her to decide which doors—which opportunities—remained open and which she wanted to close.

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glitchgaymer · 1 year

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Meet Willow!

The oldest child of Blueberry & Ash Agila Senior!

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stickygumchewer · 1 year

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(Text translation, "your opponent is me")

Thomas’s younger sister, Nina Hewitt

The youngest of the hewitt bunch!

Nina is a chaotic evil little girl, loving to berate people all around her. She has a strong dislike for Hoyt, but absolutely loves her older brother Thomas. She probably has undiagnosed adhd, or some other neurological disorder.

She covers herself in jewelry, loving the way it looks. She even has Chewelry,which she took from a victim(and did not wash 💀)

Credits to

For the picrew ^^

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atrutsama · 1 year

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I did a thing . . . and now I'm SO IN LOVE!! it's been a really long time since I made an OC and liked it THAT much!

this is Tarka and she is mashup between A-TruT-Sama and my sister's persona "Cagami" (she has a YT channel go sub to her the name is Cagami99)

it kind of a steven universe kind of thing, she has a new peronality, tall as fuck, and has nothing towards Nightmare or Horror, I think i will have so much fun with her, like how she acts with other au's and how she will learn things around her >///<

by the way, she isn't in a weird pose, she is just traped in a small box, she is tall remember? tall isn't the right word . . . she is huge!

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91062854-ka · 2 years

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Sophie Turner (Voiced by: Andrea Libman)

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Age: 10

Birthday: March 21, 1992

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Astral

Homeworld: Earth

Personal Information

Residence:

Turners' House Dimmsdale, California

Affiliations:

Turner family

Her Fairy Family

Squirrely Scouts

Super Kids (Under the Cleft identity)

Aliases:

Sophie (by everyone)

Turner Twins (with Timmy)

Ms. Turner (by Denzel Crocker)

Twerp (by Vicky)

Sweetheart (by Dad)

Sis (by Timmy)

Honey (by Wanda)

Birthday Girl

Soph (by Gary)

Paige the Girl Chin Wonder

The Chosen Duo (with Timmy)

Interests:

Girly things

Boy stuff

Chip Skylark

Comic Books

Video Games

Toys

Science

Action Movies

Art

Skateboarding

Music

Reading books

Playing

Drawing

Making Wishes

Sports

Friends:

Chloe Carmichael

Chester McBadbat

A.J.

Mark Chang

Elmer

Sanjay

Chip Skylark

Crimson Chin

Gary (formerly)

Tootie

Jimmy Neutron

Enemies:

Vicky (babysitter)

Denzel Crocker (school teacher)

Francis (school bully)

Dr. Bender (dentist)

Anti-Fairies

Pixies

Dark Laser

Happy Peppy Betty and Gary

Tad and Chad

Trixie and Tristan Tang

Remy Buxaplenty

Juandissimo Magnifico (formerly)

Norm (genie)

Hugh J. Magnate Jr.

Gary (imaginary friend; ex-boyfriend)

Chatty

The Fair Bears

Love Interests:

Gary (formerly: ex-boyfriend)

Tristan Tang (formerly: ex-crush)

Godfamily

Fairy Godparents:

Cosmo (godfather)

Wanda (godmother)

Fairy Godsiblings: Poof (godbrother)

Fairy Pets: Sparky (shares him with Timmy)

Family

Parents:

Mr. Turner (father)

Mrs. Turner (mother)

Siblings:

Tommy Turner (wish-created brother)

Timmy Turner (Older twin brother)

Vicky the Babysitter (possible future sister-in-law)

Grandparents:

Pappy (paternal grandfather)

Grandma Gladys (maternal grandmother)

Grandpa Vlad (maternal grandfather)

Ebeneezer Turner (great great grandfather)

Grandma Turner (paternal grandmother)

Others:

Gertrude (great aunt)

Vicky and Tootie's Dad (possible future father-in-law)

Mr. Tang (possible future father-in-law)

Nicky (possible future mother-in-law)

Mrs. Tang (possible future mother-in-law)

Personality: Sweet, smart, witty, brave, heroic, stubborn, kind, sassy, sarcastic,

Background Information

Sophia "Sophie" Grace Turner is the twin sister of Timmy Turner, she was born 5 minutes after Timmy, making her the younger twin. Sophie may seem to be girly on the outside, but she's actually a tomboy on the inside, she likes girl stuff, but she also likes boy stuff like playing videos games, reading comics books, etc;

Timmy and Sophie have a close bond ever since they were born, they're inseparable so they're rarely seen apart. Due of being twins, one knows how the other is feeling, and what the other twin is thinking, and Sophie and Timmy always have each other's back. Because of this, Timmy and Sophie are known as the "Turner Twins".

Unfortunately, they feel their parents are playing favoritism because they were actually expecting a daughter than twins, so when Sophie was born after Timmy, they always favorite her over her brother, even though they love both twins equally, but Timmy doesn't resent it since Sophie always assured him she doesn't like how their parents favors her over him when they're supposed to love them equally.

Unlike her brother who gets F's and bad grades, Sophie has good grades in school, getting straight A+, so she's very smart. She isn't afraid to get dirty as she loves to play sports. But she is annoyed with Tristan Tang, one of the most popular and handsome boy in school, her former crush and the twin brother of Trixie Tang, and Remy Buxaplenty because they both have a huge crush on her and she tries to avoid them.

She is also the only character who isn't afraid of Vicky as she stands up for herself and her twin brother, which annoys Vicky because Sophie isn't afraid of her. She is also the only girl who Chester McBadbat doesn't mind hanging out with since they're best friends and Chester, alongside A.J, knew Sophie isn't like most girls.

Sophie has a habit of twitching whenever someone, mostly Timmy, says, "What could possibly go wrong?", meaning something bad is going to happen, so it's a warning system for Sophie and those around her. Sophie also has a beautiful singing voice and hopes when she grows up, she'll become a famous singer, just like her idol and favorite singer, Chip Skylark.

Sophie has the perfect combination of beauty and brains, so she's kinda like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, she's a bookworm and she focuses on books or playing sports but remains clueless because almost every boy in school wants to date her since she's one of the prettiest girls in school who can rival against Trixie Tang's. Unlike Timmy, Sophie doesn't care about getting popular, she enjoys being herself, so even though she's not popular of being born in a rich and wealthy family, she is unknowingly popular for her natural beauty.

Because of her mother's terrible cooking, Sophie teaches herself or watching TV shows or reading cookbooks of how to cook delicious food for herself, her twin brother and their father. Despite of being a 10-year-old girl, she is actually very strong, no doubt inherited it from her mother, she can also be intimidating when someone pushes her buttons and makes her angry, like how she punches Francis to leave her brother alone, making him afraid of her, no doubt she got it from Vicky after some of her influence rubbed off on her.

Trivia

• Sophie's birthday is March 21, which makes her an Aries (planet Mars) in the horoscope.

• Sophie's favorite colors are blue, purple and pink.

• Sophie is right-handed since her brother is left-handed.

• Sophie's most common wish has been to make "everything back to normal", considering the dire consequences of many of her brother's previous granted wishes before that. Although she does say it with Timmy by saying, "We wish everything was back to normal".

• Unlike her brother, she doesn't have buck teeth since her grandfather, Pappy, was able to remove the pacifier from her, but forgot to do the same for Timmy due to him forgetting where he is and wonder where he was, causing Timmy to develop buck teeth by sucking on a pacifier too much. So even though they're identical twins, the only way to tell them apart was by their teeth and the clothes they wear.

• Since Timmy and Sophie are twins, they have Cosmo and Wanda as their godparents since only married fairies are assigned to twins while fairies that are single are assigned to the only child.

• Sophie has been to therapy with Timmy. The twins have been going to therapy possibly since they were five because there is a picture of them (and Gary, from their imagination) in therapy.

• Like Timmy, Sophie can also be able to mimic both Wanda and Cosmo's voices too.

• Even though Sophie is the younger twin, she is more responsible than Timmy, who, despite being the older twin, is irresponsible.

#fairly oddparents #oc character #timmy turner #sister oc #oc twin sister

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I'm Innocent: FemReader x Naruto/Other (Pilot)❌

This is a pilot of a story idea that I lost interest in

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"How? How could you do this? I'm your sister!" Emerald green eyes stared into my (e/c) ones as a conniving smirk grew on their tan face, she placed a fake sympatric hand over her breast where her heart should be.

"Tch, sorry sis but you know what it's like gonna look out for number one" Her eyes cut to the door before looking back at me,"See ya when you get out though you might be an old hag when that happens" As the footsteps grew closer she quickly waved farewell before jumping off just as the men with guns burst the door open with their weapon pointed directly at me.

I held my hands up in the air in surrender, eyes downcast as I felt the sting of betrayal... by my younger sister who I've done nothing but look after and she pulls this on me of all people she could have backstabbed it was me.

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I walked down the hall of the prison I'll be staying at, from what I've heard it's suppose to be the place where all the worlds biggest and baddest were locked up most if not all were going to be here till the day they died and that just might be the same for me as well.

I had no hopes of getting out no one cared enough to prove my innocence and I doubt that I could escape with how locked down this place was, I had finally reached my cell and there were already three people in it... and all of them were male. I turned to one of the guards with confusion.

"Hey wait, their male! you can't room me up with men" They didn't listen to my complaints as they removed my cuffs before roughly shoving me into the room and once I was fully in they wasted no time locking the door.

I quickly turned ready to fight off any attempts of attack but none of them made a move and the one in the corner was moving his arms all weird in a hurried and blurry manner he turned around full speed making his move and I thrust out my fist as fast as I could punching something that didn't feel like a face and hurt like hell.

"Ow/Shit!" I held my bruised fist while he covered his face moving over to the blond who was making something out of clay but it was messed up when the mask-wearing male yanked his arm whining.

"Deidara, Deidara the newbie punched Tobi and Tobi was just trying to be a good boy" Deidara had pulled his arm free glaring.

"Can it TOBI LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" He pointed to his ruined project, "And that was the last of it too, it's going to be a while before they give me some more" Tobi whimpered as he cowered back.

"Tobi sorry, Tobi didn't mean to" I started feeling bad for punching him, he seemed like a-wait no you don't get locked up here without being super fucked up so I still stand by what I did. I was going to turn an head for the empty bed I assume to be mine when I heard the crunch of paper and felt it too beneath my bare feet. I bent down to pick it up and saw that it's what that weird-o drew.

It appeared to be a drawing of these three with an extra person with a question mark for a head that was labeled newbie above them and the three that poorly resembled my cellmates warmly welcomed the new member.... that's..that's suppose to be me, isn't it? I'm the only newbie so it had to be everything pointed to me.

He noticed I picked it up and bounced over to me all rainbow and sunshine like and said in a cheerful voice, "THAT'S THE DRAWING TOBI DREW AS YOUR WELCOMING PRESENT!" I glanced back at it before cutting them back to him.

"It looks..nice...very uh artsy" I heard a scoff mainly from the blond though both of them made some kind of sound of disapproval but only blondie went further by voicing it.

"Don't insult art by calling his poorly drawn drawing" He raised both hands, " 'Artsy' it's an insult to true artist everywhere and we do not appreciate" He lowered them after he was done doing the quotation on artsy but kept the glare as he turned back to his work trying to fix it.

I held back from laughing because I didn't want to get into a fight if he was bad enough to be thrown in here then he must be a force to be reckoned with but I just can't help it and how 'offended' he got over a word and it wasn't a very impactful word either nor held any importance, it was just artsy.

I shook my head and faked a cough so what little laugh I had could escape without sounding like I was laughing then I quickly turned to Tobi and smiled, "Uh thanks for the drawing I'll uh put it up here" I placed it on the wall but realized I don't have anything to tape it with, "Shit"

"No worries Tobi got this" He turned back to bother the blond again but this time lightly taps his shoulder.

"Un?" He grunted without turning to look at Tobi still focus on his clay.

"Tobi wants his tape back, Tobi promises to be good with it" He placed down his clay turning in his chair to look at Tobi with a raised brow.

"Why do you want it?" Tobi pointed back to me while Deidara leans over to the left to see what Tobi was pointing towards when he saw that it was me he cut his eye back to the mask-wearing male.

"She needs it to hang up Tobi's drawing" He cringed for a bit before further questioning Tobi.

"And where exactly is she hanging it?" Tobi pointed again and I stepped out of the way as Deidara stared at it in thought before humming with approval, "That's out of sight enough so fine" He pulled it from out of his desk but tore the piece off himself instead of handing the whole thing over to Tobi.

"There that should be enough" He placed it back into the drawer as Tobi happily took it and came back over to me, I carefully took it and used it to hang it up then stepped back a bit.

"Yay Tobi's drawing is up" He gets too excited over things even the small stuff I can tell and that's going to annoy me I just know it, I mentally sighed and wished I had gotten a different cellmate.

"Well now that that's done I'm going to go to bed so night" Like I expected Tobi was the only to say it back before going back to drawing and though I tried to sleep I couldn't I didn't trust any of them enough to actually do it, I was up even when they eventually went to bed which if you were curious it went like this.

Deidara yawned before pushing back on his chair getting up and going over to his bed��climbing to the top when he sat down up there he called out to Tobi, "Hey it's bedtime stop your 'drawing' and hit the sack already"

"Okay~" Tobi did as told without a complaint and hopped on his bed which was under Deidara's and turned off the light he was using to help him see so he could draw over in the corner.

"Goodnight Deidara, Goodnight Sasori and goodnight new cellmate" Sasori was the last to go which was an hour later after those two, he climbed up on the bunk above mine and went to sleep or so I assume.

Eventually, my lids grew tired and I did fall asleep but I hoped that if they tried anything I would wake in time to stop them, I'm not sure what they might do but I had a guess what they might be thinking and I had no plans on letting them put it to action. It would be over my dead body that's for sure.

"Sweet dreams sis"

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Yeah I'm probably not going to finish this since I'm just not sure I'm liking the ideas and plots I keep thinking of so far but who knows might change my mind when I legit like an idea I come up with eventually.

#Naruto universe fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #alternative universe #au #Tobi #Tobi is his own person and not Obito #Deidara #Sasori #Sister OC #Prison #prisoner Reader #Pilot #discontinued?#story idea

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