#olderbrothers

[yourirridescantgrace]

Michealangelo vs the not so horrifying tickle monsters- rottmnt

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo, Raph and Donnie (in disguise) 

Summary: During a game Micheal the famous explorer gets caught up in ore than he bargained for. 

Michelangelo Hamato was the greatest turtle explorer in the world. He had explored all the places in the world where no one dared to go. And he was about to do it again. He was about to explore the gigglsome forest. A scary forest where whenever someone goes in. They don't come back. 

Of course Micheal will come back. He was the worlds greatest explorer after all. With his supplies and book of animal facts. He went inside the forest. His goal you may ask? To get a rumored golden feather that can draw any kind of map to anywhere. Micheal could only imagine the treasures he could find. 

He decided to press on before it got dark. He traveled not so deep into the woods when he heard a real noise. It was a deep growl. Followed by a giggle? That was strange. Micheal decided to go forward with caution in order to avoid getting caught by whatever that noise was. 

Two hours later he seemed to be lost in the forest. With no map to lead him through he guessed he had to make his own way through. He stopped in a second hiding behind a bush. He hears footsteps Who could be out there? Or what? He heard that mysterious growl and giggle once again. That was quite weird wasn't it? He decided to take a peek at what was out there. He lifted his head over the bush being careful to not make a noise. Thats when he saw something. He stiffed a gasp. 

There were not one not two but THREE huge monsters. One red, one blue, one purple, the red being the larger. All strange looking hair covering their whole body. And then an antennae on the top of their heads. With eyes glowing red. This gave Micheal a chill down his spine. He definitely doesn't want to mess with these guys. He better get out of here.

He turned and started to go out of the way out of the weird fluffy monsters. When all of a sudden he felt something grab his ankle. And he was pulled into the air with a THWACK!! And he yelped in surprise. As soon as saw the world upside down he knew he was trapped. Absolute silence filled the air. He knew he had gotten the attention of   those weird fluffy monsters. He all of a sudden getting lifted above the ground even more and carried back into the area of the monsters.

Being slammed on the floor Mikey looked up to see the three monsters towering over him. Their beating eyes staring down at him. With a hungry look on their face. He gulped. What was going to happen? He was so focused on their faces that he didn't realize that vines had grabbed onto his arms and legs. Putting him into an eagle pose. The monsters looked down at him. Their hairs standing up on end with two long tentacles appearing from each. They were going to tear him apart! 

The tentacles lowered to Micheal's pose. Surrounding his helpless body. He trembled in fear and closed his eyes. All of a sudden he felt the soft, fuzzy touch of the tentacles. some went to under his neck , two approached his armpits, one for each side. The same thing could be said for his sides and feet. And lastly one on his stomach. He clenched up wondering what was going on. He releases a little giggle. Wait what? 

Tickling sensations were all over his body. He wheezed a laugh and started giggling more. "hehehehhwhahahhatthehehehehhehehehahahhahahahhack?" Mikey squirmed in the clutches of the monsters. They were tickling him? 

"AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH WHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAH AAHAHAHAHHAHAHAARE THEHEHHEEHEHEHESE THIHIHIHIHIHIHINGS AAA!" Feathery tentacles all over his body felt overwhelming. But also kind of fun and exciting . He squirmed as he tried to escape. "EHEHHEHEHHEK! IHIHIHIH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOTAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA GEHEHHEHEHEHT OUUHUHUHUHT OHOHOHOHOHF HEHEHHEHEHEHHERE! AHAHAHHAHAHHAK! AAHHAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH EHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHHEHEEHHEHE!" He kicked his leg moving around the vines that held him down. He also moved around his arms when all of a sudden SNAP!

One of his arms were freed. The tentacles seemed to try and catch him. Worsenign the tickles and making it even worse. Using his free hand he broke open the other vine. Whoops now he was upside down. "AHAHHAHAHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" His feet were tied up still he pulled himself up and untied one of his feet. He kick away the tentacles and untied the other foot out. It was only a short fall. He imeadiantly pulled himself up and ran away. He ran as fast as he could until the monsters were out of their sight. This is when he had noticed that he was not near a cave. With a warm glow from the inside. He let out a silent gasp. 

That could be where the golden feather. He quickly ran into the cave. It was a short and awfully safe walk to the treasure room. Gold coins, lamps, jewels and so much more had filled the room. It was beautiful! Micheal explored the room for a few minutes. This is when he saw what he came for. The golden quil, on a small pedastool.  Mikey was careful to grab the quil. As he picked it up it released a silent pluck. Before he could do anything else he heard three huge roars! The monsters had caught up to him. He ran as fast as he could through the cave. The monsters gaining ground on him quickly. He turns a corner not paying attention to his surroundings when he tripped on a rock. 

"OOf!" He shouted hitting the ground. The monsters quickly approached him surrounding him breathing heavily. This was it. They were going to tickle him to the death! Or for the rest of his life! He didn't know. He shut his eyes bracing for impact-

"Boys!" Splinters voice interrupted the boys game. "Come help me with the food!" Splinter had gone out to get food to eat from a japanese restraunt. 

Mikey sat up as his brothers took off their fluffy blankets. "Coming!" They all called getting up from their spots going to assist their father. 

You see, the boys always play games when their dads not home. Today was Mikeys turn to be the main 'target' and the other three had to catch him. If the target gets away, he wins! If the other three catch him, they win. Mikey was not expecting the surprise tickle attack, but he guessed it was just his older brothers messing with him....

He'll get them next time. 

[chaoticdarkacademiachic]

The Threads Of Reconciliation (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/367214355-the-threads-of-reconciliation?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Queen-Mal-Rocks Evangeline and Alessio are about to turn 17. The threads of their relationships with their biological family are taut and could snap at any given time. Join in on their journey as they navigate through the twisted mafia underworld, where the fabric of deception has never allowed them to feel the cool breeze of reality.

[writing-by-katt]

Chapter 5: Planes, Pains, and Jellybanes

A shiny white-gold jet sits on the tarmac fueled and ready to be boarded. Strong arms gently pull Aksana from under Carina as Smokes simultaneously picks up the youngest Mezzasalma. The inured younger twin stirs slightly in the strong woman’s arms before settling back into a much-needed slumber.

Two hours pass before one of the twins stirs. Aksana stretches slightly, halting immediately when she realizes her sister is fast asleep, snuggled into her side. It isn’t often that Carina gets good sleep so Ana is determined to keep her asleep. As she gently rubs her eyes, ridding them of sleep, she inspects her surroundings. Obviously, they weren’t in the Navigator anymore as it was much brighter here.

The gentle hum of an engine paired with the cylindrical roof/walls confirms Aksana’s suspicions that they were indeed on a plane. It was disorienting, to say the least that she woke up on a plane going who knows which direction at an undisclosed time with no way of telling where they were.

White cabin walls brightened as the window-dimming features lifted slightly, giving the occupants more natural light to work with. The twins were seated on a loveseat-esque chair with the footrests popped out and seatbelts on so that they were secure but comfortable. They were slightly reclined with fluffy pillows and their tie blankets. A white leather seat identical to theirs was placed opposite them with a white and gold marble-textured table between them. A little vase of flowers rested in on the side closest to the wall between two windows.

Across the aisle, a long sofa of the same white leather with golden and blue accent pillows and a nice tassel blanket was tucked parallel to the plane’s wall. Carina twitched in her sleep making Aksana freeze and gently stroke her shoulder with her thumb. The younger twin settled back into her slumber as the older made note of the door at the far end of the cabin. It appeared to lead to the cockpit with a restroom on the side nearest the door. A mirrored ceiling allowed her to see the rest of the cabin behind them without waking her sister. There was a half wall with a little bar/coffee station and a mini fridge tucked into the far wall opposite a floor-to-ceiling closet with golden handles. At the end of the aisle was a door leading to who knows where.

Looking to the front of the cabin, Aksana notes a set of four individual white leather chairs surrounding two sides of a similar white-marble textured table. Only now that they’ve passed the small bout of turbulence that woke her does she notice the sounds of keys clicking. It is a bit hard to make out but a man is seated in the aisle chair facing her direction. He has a darker complexion than her, presumably tanned from days in the sun along with his genetics. It gives off a lighter olive-toned vibe. His hair is a dark, almost black, brown with hints of amber poking through. It’s shaved on the sides with a long strip on top that’s pulled back into a bun at the crest of his skull. From the ¾ topview she has, she can see that his broad shoulders are nothing to scoff at, they’re hardened from years of hard work and he looks exceedingly strong. They perfectly showcase his sleeves of tattoos that span both arms, his neck, and his hands. There seems to be one red tattoo under his right eye and his neck tattoos curl up around the back of his ears like little waves. A white, sleeveless, turtleneck fits snuggly around his defined chest and back and is paired with grey plaid slacks. The flash of something golden catches her attention in the mirror as she studies the man.

He clearly isn’t one of the people they met last night…no, this morning at the station. Aksana wonders what time it is.

On the other side of the cabin, the man with the laptop smirks quietly to himself. His little sister really thinks she is being sneaky, doesn’t she? He notices the way she quiets the youngest of their family while constantly sweeping the area for possible threats. Tattooed arms flex as he types his report, sending it to his father. The golden rolex on his wrist reads 6:57 am, meaning that it is around 1:00 pm at home, he should contact his oldest brother. A heavy sigh escapes his lungs as he reaches across the table for his gold-cased iPhone.

6:57 am

Vito: Aksana has woken, Carina still asleep. Just sent my briefing to father. On our way to Paris.

Viktor: Good, watch them.

Viktor: Paris? You’re supposed to land in Genoa.

Vito: We were supposed to land in Genoa. Now it’s Paris.

Vito: Figured we’d take the newest members of the family to visit one of the wonders of the world.

Vito: Plus Santo had a loose end to tie up real quick so he popped over there last night. Figured we’d pick him up

Vito: and the girls could get less overwhelmed if they meet us more slowly

Viktor: Damn it Vito. When are you going to grow up and tell us what you’re doing. Especially right now.

Viktor: Whatever. Be safe. I don’t care if they’re overwhelmed, they’re meeting the family as soon as you guys get back.

Viktor: Keep us posted.

Vito: *salute emoji* Rodger that colonel

Heterochromic brown and blue eyes scan the golden phone as Vito enters his Snapchat. He throws a peace sign while smirking with his toung ring on display with the caption: “Little sisters on board, ETA 5:00 PM at the airport =^.^=”.

Santo replies almost instantly with a picture of him pinching the bridge of his nose in an exaggerated show of annoyance at his brother’s antics. The golden rings on his fingers catch the light in the conference room nicely as his dark brownish-black hair flutters in a crossing breeze from an obviously open window. His caption says, “Ur an idiota V. We have no sisters.”

Santo’s chatbox pops up,

Ssantoxicity is typing…

“I’ll meet you at +82, just like last time. Fly safe little brother.”

Vito stands with an audible groan. The little bag on the table crinkles as he snatches it up before making his way over to his sisters, not caring if he wakes the youngest.

Without her headphones and being unable to reach for her pocketed phone due to her sleeping sister, Aksana’s mind whirled as she stared intently out the window. As the older sister, she was responsible for her twin’s safety, and she’d failed miserably. Rina may have been a better fighter but she should’ve never agreed to let her fight for the Jade Sisterhood. Sure, they’d needed money and protection because they couldn’t afford to keep getting jumped and it was terrifying but she was the older sister. Aksana should’ve figured something else out. Carina worked at Mooncents and did her cage matches so that the girls could save money to live on during the summer, Aksana’s measly fees for doing others’ homework and summers spent working at Mooncents couldn’t hold them over, they could barely pay the rent and utilities on their shitty apartment. Luckily, with Mint Mobile, she only had to pay around $30/month for both of their severely outdated phones. Her little sister had fought tooth and nail, sometimes literally, for the money used to buy their textbooks, school supplies, clothes, emergency fund, college funds, and any extra necessities. Along with all that, Carina ‘paid’ the Sisterhood, they were pretty much just skimming money off of her paycheck. Sisterhood fees included $5k/month for protection, $5k/month for no questions asked medical, and a $4.5k fee for the laundering services. Out of the $21,700 she earned off of fights this month, the Sisterhood took nearly $15,000 back. While the twins both worked with John and Miles, Aksana wasn’t working other than picking up Carina’s shifts when she couldn’t make them. Because basketball season is in full swing and she has her homework business, she doesn’t have time for her barista job. During the summer and breaks though, she works nearly $40hrs/week which helps the duo tremendously.

Squeaking quietly in surprise, Aksana’s head whips to see Vito plopping himself in the aisle seat across from a snoozing Carina. How had she not noticed him move? Was she really that invested in her own thoughts, she knows better?

Amusement sparkles in Vito’s heterochromatic eyes, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

“This kid is really calm for someone who’s just lost both of their parents.” Vito thinks.

“Alright, kid. Let’s get this over with. Tell me about you two, what’s your deal?”

Confusion clouds Ana’s facial expression, “...What?”

The man rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically, “Tell me about yourself and sleeping beauty there. I don’t care what, just like hobbies or something. Ya know? Like what was growing up in New York City like?”

“I don’t even know who you are, why would I tell you anything about myself or my sister? Who do you think you are?” Aksana’s voice is low, laced with not only threats, but promises. It annoys Vito. How dare this brat talk back to him.

“Well kiddo, I’m your brother, Vito, and I don’t like your fucking attitude. So, if you want to keep that petty little tongue of yours, talk.”

Vito watches as Aksana’s face twitches in an attempt to mask her anxiety. She doesn’t appear to fear him per se but he has succeeded in his goal to make her nervous. “Serves her right,” he thinks, “She has no right to speak to her older brothers that way. We need to set the ground rules now, rather than later.”

“I-uh..ok,” she won’t apologize. A strange man waltzing into her life when she wakes up on a plane after…no. She can’t think about that right now. Who knows what this guy will do if she so much as tears up.

Quickly remembering she was sitting there dumbly, Ana continues. “Uhm…I’m Aksana or uh Ana. This is Aria, well…Carina,” she hesitates, trying to think of what else to say. He’s her brother, he may have more information on them than he’s letting on. She continues with a steady breath, “I’m on my high school’s basketball team, I’m a point guard, I’ve got shoot game. Uh…let’s see…I like art, reading, coffee, and have always wanted to join the school’s dance team?”

“What’s stopped you? Didn’t mummy dearest pay your way?” The adult mocks.

“I-no. She didn’t. Not after–never mind.”

The teen clams up, no longer wanting to indulge the intimidating man sitting caddy-corner to her. His eyes try to search her gaze but she looks back out the window, turning her head completely to hint that she wants him to fuck off. He gets the hint but doesn’t acknowledge it.

Brushing over the topic for now, Vito starts the questionnaire back up, “Alright, you’re on the basketball team, is little Aria here on any teams or does she just get beat up for funsies?”

Aksana is at a total loss and it’s obvious. The girl clearly had no form of poker face, her emotions shone clear as day. The older brother knows he hit a string there, “Good,” He thinks, “She clearly has some form of guilt about the fighting. She just can’t seem to figure out what she should tell and what should stay secret. I can use that.”

“Aria is part of a cage fighting club, it’s part fun and partially about the money she gets from winning matches. She plays the violin, mother taught her, give her an instrument and she’ll attune to it faster than anyone else I’ve ever met. Oh, we both work at a cute little coffee shop too.” Her smile is full of pride as Carina snuggles deeper into her side. She really is the cutest little sister.

Vito hums, “Good good. Do either of you have any allergies? I’d rather not have an anaphylactic incident in Paris.”

“Paris? But Mr. Nix said,” Aksana’s voice is laced with confused excitement. She gets to go to Paris!? Maybe she can see the Eiffel Tower! Her eyes are bright with wonder, “He said we were going to Genoa and Genoa is in Italy right? Why are we going to France? Is it just a layover? Wait-”

A blue gummy bear hits the blonde smack dab in the middle of her forehead before falling into her stunned hands. She blinks a couple of times before giggling.

“Alright madam yaps a lot, I’ll answer your questions but sleeping beauty needs to be awake. I don’t like repeating myself,” the man’s eyes roll with mild annoyance, “now, kid, focus. Allergies. Al-er-gies. You two. Do you have any?”

Aksana hesitates, brow twitching. With a huff, she answers, “Alright alright, allergies. Let’s see…um…Carina is allergic to lavender, ginseng, nickel, dairy, matcha, and assorted skincare products. I’m allergic to nickel, oats, dairy, shellfish, and assorted skincare products. We honestly can’t figure out what ingredients are causing the reactions because there are so many of the same ones but yeah…”

“Any medical allergies? Iodine, penicillin, any of that shit?”

“Uhhh…I mean, no? I’ve never had any issues and we don’t exactly go to the hospital so…ugh I don’t know?”

Keys click as Vito texts his family chat. His oldest brother, Viktor, had requested some background information on the two girls that would be moving in with them. “Alright, what are your favorite colors, what size clothes do you wear, and what medications are you on?”

“Uh…is this an interview or something,” Vito’s harsh glare cuts Aksana off mid-sentence, “Oof…tough crowd. Erm…My favorite color is lavender but I also really like yellow. Carina likes pink and gold, oh and green, she loves plants. Uh…clothes size? I wear…well, I don’t really know? Like are you asking for dress measurements or something?”

Vito’s sigh cuts her off once more, “Alright. We’ll get you measured in Paris. We need to get your closets updated, this, “He gestures at all of her, “Simply won’t do. You’re representing the family after all. Now, focus kid.”

“Oh,” Aksana looks down, a tinge of hurt crossing her face, “Yeah…you’re probably right. Ok, so, uh medications? Yeah…We both take escitalopram and Ri-ri takes iron and calcium too. Why are we going to Paris, Mr. Nix said we were-”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up? I said I’d answer that question when that one wakes up.” Vito jabs a finger at Carina. He can’t hide his annoyed pleasure as Aksana shrinks in on herself slightly. The way she acts so timid, afraid even, just makes him feel in control. Ignoring her completely, he turns his full attention to his phone, typing furiously in his family’s chat.

There was so much to prepare before the girls got home and so little time. Santo and Vito would buy their brothers, father, and staff, as much time as they could but they would have to work hard to stall. Luckily, Father had the day off anyway, Viktor and Luciano were in a meeting with a client that should’ve been wrapping up right about now, Adrik’s shift would end in the next few hours, and Dimetre and Damyan were out of school for fall break. Obviously, his youngest brothers were unhappy with their break being imposed on by strangers but whatever father says, goes.

Cesare, the twins’ biological father, had delegated the task of designing the rooms to Vito, he’d sent the schematics over before talking to Aksana so that the family would be able to start before needing to know the color scheme.

With the girl’s favorite colors, hobbies, medication lists, and allergies sent to the others, Vito grew bored of waiting for the youngest family member to wake. Aksana turned her head, confused, as Vito slowly leaned across the gap between him and Carina. Ever so slowly, he reaches an arm out before quickly shoving the sleeping teen’s left shoulder harshly.

He was expecting the girl to wake up but was completely unprepared for her to jerk awake and attempt to throw a punch at him. Aksana on the other hand, was fully prepared for her sister’s reaction. She firmly grasps her sister’s right wrist, keeping her from hitting their intimidating brother.

As Carina’s panicked eye searches her surroundings for exits and any other information, her body throbs with pain. She clutches her injured shoulder, the same one Vito practically punched a few moments ago, in an attempt to soothe the pain that radiates down her arm. The bright light in the cabin makes her head pound in protest. With paling skin and a dark circled eye paired with the various bandages covering the left side of her face and knuckles, Carina looks pitiful. It doesn’t help her that she’s hiding her face in her big sister’s shoulder as a way to keep the light from irritating her migraine further. Every time she moves, her skull throbs, her joints ache, and her face feels like someone sliced it open and rearranged the bones, oh wait. They did. She’d just chalked it up to exhaustion last night but damn, it feels like she has a hangover after getting into a fight with a man-sized raccoon.

Carina’s eyes narrow as she turns to the asshole who just shoved her awake by fiddling with her injuries. Vito mockingly mimics her scowl.

“Pathetic.” He thinks.

“What kind of weakling are you? How the fuck did you survive this long if you’re this pathetic after a little tussle? I mean seriously, jesus christ. Figure it out,” If it was possible, his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head with how dramatically he rolls them. He fishes a bottle out of his pocket and shakes out two pills before grabbing the back of Carina’s neck, shoving the pills in her mouth, and covering her breathing holes until she swallows.

Vito’s laughter fills the cabin as his youngest sibling gags on the aftertaste. The face she makes proves that she’s just as bad at hiding her emotions as her sister.

All of the coughing and Vito’s rough handling causes a spike in Carina’s pain receptors. The youngest twin’s breath hitches slightly as tears prick her eyes. Aksana’s piercing blue gaze takes the tattooed man off guard. Realizing he went too far, and this is his little sister, who just had a damn surgery and is running on like 3 hours of sleep, he pinches his nose bridge and sighs before throwing a gummy bear at the youngest. It bounces off her stunned face as he chortles.

He offers them the bag of mixed gummy bears and jellybeans as he answers their questions. “First off, yes, Ana, we were headed to Genoa but things changed. We’ll be meeting Santo in Paris, his business finished early so we may as well stop. Plus, as I said before, you two can’t be seen wearing that hand-me-down garbage that was in your apartment. You’ll disgrace the family.

Heterochromatic eyes scan perfectly maintained cuticles. “We’ll-”

“Who the fuck is Santo? Who the fuck even are you?! We’re supposed to be going to-!!”

“DO NOT. Do NOT interrupt me you entitled little shit!” Vito cuts off Carina’s line of questions with a low shout. His once amused smirk is replaced by a menacing sneer, his canine poking out like an alpha wolf growling at a lesser one.

With a heavy exhale from his nose, Vito continues, “I am Vito, one of your older brothers, Santo is my older twin. There. Happy?” The man sighs, noticing that the youngest is sitting tensed with eyes wide, ready to spring into action should he have an outburst like that again. The sunflower blanket covering her lower half slips down slightly revealing the bruises on her legs, he’ll have to have Adrik evaluate her when they get home.

“Alright. Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say that we’ll be heading to a little cafe when we land. After that, we’ll head to the Gucci store before going to Avenu des Champs-Élysées where we’ll hit up Chanel and Dior. We’ll go to the Eiffel Tower for a little photo shoot and end the night with a dinner at one of the best restaurants in Paris, Guy Savoy. We’ve paid the owners to stay open longer than usual so that we can have the whole restaurant to ourselves.”

He pauses as Carina slowly shifts to a more comfortable criss-cross-applesauce position in her chair. Aksana, having fully recovered from their brother’s….outburst, takes the opportunity to write down the information given to them. Vito grins softly as she scritches in her little purple notebook with a sparkly puffball pen. “They really are just children, they’ve just had to grow faster than they should.”

It takes him a few moments as everyone re-adjusts their positions to figure out that Aksana is writing everything down because Carina has a strained look on her face. It’s as if she is trying to commit everything to memory but keeps losing the details. “She most definitely has at minimum, a minor concussion,” he muses.

“Now, ehem…sist-…girls, there are ground rules,” The word sisters feels wrong. These two are the reason that his mom left him. Why his father turned cold? Why his older brothers had to take over the family business much faster than they should’ve? But is it really their fault? No…he shouldn’t think that way. They didn’t ask to be born. Vito claps softly, “You represent the Mezzasalma family now. You are no longer Carina and Aksana Bjorno. Honestly, you never were. You’ve always been Aksana and Carina Mezzasalma, darling daughters of Apex Security’s founder and CEO, Cesare Mezzasalma. You are to stay within Santo or my line of sight at all times unless otherwise specified. Our family is…let’s just say our family is a prime target for unsavory folks. Seriously, what paparazzi doesn’t want the money shot? You are to follow our instructions. No questions asked. Do not question our judgment, it’s for your own good, to keep you safe. If something feels wrong, you are required to tell us. You have to listen to the adults in charge. Nix will be here to keep an eye out for trouble and keep the paparazzi away. That said, you two need to make us look good. This is going to be a headliner for a while, we can’t have your…ehem…background…making us look bad. Especially with the way you present yourselves, I mean seriously, do better.”

“It’s not like we really had a choice…” Aksana mumbles. Vito, choosing to be kind this once, ignores the comment.

“You two should feel blessed, it’s not every day that dependents like you get to bask in the presence of higher beings. Honestly, just one of my rings is worth more than your lives put together.” Tossing a mixed bag of gummy bears and jellybeans to the girls, Vito strides to the TV on the opposite side of the aisle. He turns on Bluey, an Australian animated show for pre-schoolers, before heading to the fridge where he fetches a plate of apple slices with peanut butter and cheese cubes along with an apple sauce with avocado slices for Carina, and two capri sun pouches. He sets them on the table before scooping Carina up and getting her settled in the loveseat he was previously settled in, much to her chagrin.

He feels her flinch as he does this, her attempt to break free of his grasp highly unsuccessful.

“Hey. We’re not little kids! What is this?! This show is for babies! Wha-” Carina slurs, pouting, being cut off by an avocado slice being shoved into her mouth.

“Stop acting like a baby and I might think about changing the show. Now, shut up. If you really need to know, this show has good reviews from children your age that have mental health issues. And you two,” he wiggles his finger side to side between the girls, “Just lost both your parents, home, friends, jobs, schools, and every sense of normalcy you’ve ever had. You’re being relocated to a country halfway across the world to live with 8 men you’ve never met, let alone heard of in a familial sense, and you’re dealing with injuries severe enough that you had to have an emergency reconstructive surgery, all within less than 24 hours. So yes. You get to be treated like children for a little bit. I’m not going to be this nice again, so shut the fuck up and say thank you.”

“I-thank you…Vito.” Carina says. Their eyes lock for a second before he walks back to his original seat to finish his work.

~~~

With two hours left of the flight, Nix emerges from the bedroom, tousled ginger hair graces tanned cheeks as he throws a leather jacket over his sweater. Nix’s dark-wash jeans, White and red Air Jordans, and light grey turtleneck sweater compliment his physique perfectly. A gun is tucked in his waistband, hidden by the jacket, and an earpiece disguised as an airpod rests in his right ear. His signature purple and gold sunglasses rest on his still-damp mop of wavy hair. In his hands is a, full, dark brown YETI backpack. He’s about to yell to the girls when he stops abruptly in his tracks. Aksana and Carina, in their respective seats, are fast asleep while the episode of Bluey continues playing. Aksana’s hand clutches Vito’s forearm.

The tattooed man’s head snaps around at the sound of Nix’s camera shutter. The ginger can barely contain his laughter as his old friend glares as menacingly as he can. “How the hell did Vito get into this situation?” He thinks.

“Don’t fucking ask shithead. Just help me up. My ass is numb.”

Nix grabs Vito’s free forearm, hoisting him up. Thankfully, Aksana’s grip loosens enough that the men can move without waking the girls. The peace doesn’t last long, however, as the plane hits an unexpectedly rough bout of turbulence. It jolts the plane hard, forcing the men to hold onto the table behind them for support and jostling Carina out of her comfortable slumber by depositing her on the floor with a thud.

Blinding white pain erupts from her head, back, ribs, shoulder, legs, and left arm. A strong pair of arms brings her back to reality as the pain slowly subsides. Vito had grabbed her by her good arm, leaning her against the seat, off of the painful area as much as he could. Hardened eyes meet pleading ones as Carina’s breathing steadies. The fall had winded her slightly, paired with the pain, it was a little difficult to get the oxygen she very much needed.

As Nix gently wakes Aksana, Vito’s rage grows closer and closer to boiling over.

“You two, go through that door, on the right-hand side is a bathroom. Go shower and get ready for Paris. We land in an hour,” He orders, “Carina, after you shower, I’ll tend to your injuries.”

Carina’s eyes widen with dread. Vito cuts her off before she can protest, “Remember the ground rules little girl? Don’t question me.”

Carina watches out of the corner of her eye as Nix folds their blankets and puts the table back into its upright position as she follows her sister to the door on the tail side of the cabin. Inside is a white, cream, and gold room with a large, comfortable-looking bed. A small crystal chandelier is fixed to the ceiling above the bed, casting small rainbows around the room. There are four windows in total on one of the walls. A closet is fixed on one side of the door, the other side is a wall, presumably for the bathroom they’ve been sent to.

“You go shower, I’ll be here to keep watch,” Aksana gives her sister a side hug and hands her a bag of soaps from the backpack, “I’m guessing there are towels in there, I’ll pick out an outfit for you ok? Then when you’re done getting checked up on, I’ll do your hair. Ok?”

Aksana knows her sister well. Carina hates new places, especially ones with no viable exits and the vulnerability of a shower is almost too much for her. It’s comforting knowing that they have each other to lean on right now. Everything has happened so fast, they haven’t even had time to properly process what’s happened.

Carina nods, “Thanks, Ana. Um..sounds good.” It’s nothing personal, Carina just has so many thoughts in her head that she can’t figure out what to say. She disappears into the bathroom. Just like the rest of the plane, it is white, cream, and gold. It has a laminate, floor a small toilet, sink, and shower. It’s just big enough for one person to change in.

“Makes sense.” she thinks. After all, it is a private jet and heavy things take more fuel than light things.

She strips down, actively avoiding looking in the mirror. She doesn’t want to know how bad it looks, she already knows it's terrible by how she feels. The hot shower, albeit quick, soothes her aching muscles as she massages her scalp and rids herself of the iodine residue. Stepping out of the shower, she brushes her teeth, and goes potty before wrapping a towel around herself and peeking out of the door to see Aksana lounging on the bed, phone in hand.

On the bed next to her sister is an outfit consisting of; A black one-shoulder tank bodysuit with the strap end on her right shoulder, giving access to her most prominent injuries, a high-wasted denim skirt that reaches her mid-thigh while covering her butt properly, and a set of insulated tights. A soft pink belt and a pair of Prada downtown leather sneakers are laid out as well.

Aksana hums softly as she helps Carina into the bodysuit and a pair of shorts for her evaluation. Vito needs to see the bruises on her little sister’s legs before she can put on the leggings so there isn’t any point in helping her with the skirt right now anyway. After pulling Carina’s platinum hair into a tiny ponytail and securing it with bobby pins and a soft pink headband, the older twin turns her around to get a good look at her face.

It’s the first time Aksana has seen Carina’s injuries without the bandages. She knits her eyebrows slightly as she examines the black and blue bruising that creeps up her sister’s left cheek to her brow before moving down to her jaw. There are three stitches on the side of her cheekbone where Elisabetta had to cut in order to pull the bone back to where it should’ve been in the first place. On her right cheek, Carina has a small cut that appears deep enough to scar and her left shoulder looks too similar to her face for comfort. A large black and purple bruise spreads from the anterior section of flesh between her humorous and clavicle down her bi and triceps before stopping at her radial-ulnar joint.

With Aksana’s help, she slips on a warm pair of socks before making her way through the door as her twin goes to freshen up.

Nix and Viktor are seated on the opposite side of the cabin, a first aid kit open on the table and a laptop open to a Facetime call with someone. Viktor ends the call as Carina’s soft footsteps approach. She avoids eye contact, fingertips tapping against each other as she rocks on her heels in front of the two men.

Vito’s harsh stare as he surveys the superficial damage on this little girl’s body makes her muscles involuntarily tense, preparing to flee.

Reluctantly, she sits herself on the table in front of Vito as Nix wanders to the other side of the aisle to give the uncharacteristically skittish girl privacy.

“Alright gummy bear, here’s what’s going to happen,” Vito starts, holding Carina’s small hand in his large one, “I’m going to check your injuries, sanitize them, apply whatever creams or salves or stupid shit I need to, bandage your face, and do a concussion screening. When we get home, I’ll have Adrik give you a more in-depth check-up. Don’t worry, Aksana will get one too, we need to make sure any health issues are addressed. It’s bad for our image if we let you two stay unhealthy. Now, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, tell me. If you feel pain, like actual pain, tell me. We don’t quite know if you have any broken bones or sprains. I’m not doing this to scare you, make you uncomfortable, or hurt you. This is for your own good.” Vito’s eyes never leave hers as he speaks. The sincerity of his words takes her aback, “There is just no reading this guy is there?”

Carina nods with a hum of acknowledgment. The teen barely winces as steady hands poke and prod at her wounds. He smears a cool cream over the bruises while explaining that it has pain relievers and agents that decrease swelling which will help the bruise heal as well as make her more comfortable. Things get a little awkward as Vito inspects her shoulder. He helps her remove the strap of the body suit, instructing her to hold it under her right arm so that the shirt was just low enough that he could treat the bruise. It wasn’t quite on her breast, more like the top of a sweetheart neckline strapless dress would reach, but she tensed and her skin heated up against her will anyway. Vito, ever the gentleman, worked on that area as quickly as possible. Carina may have fought in rings with hundreds of spectators with little to no clothing but it was different having someone all up in her business like this. She didn’t like it one bit and longed to be done as soon as possible. At least this man, her…brother, was professional and not a creep. She’d had worse doctors before Elisabetta, she just wished it was Elisabetta taking care of her right now.

For all the trouble the Sisterhood caused the twins, they took care of them. Elisabetta, Britta, London, and Aksana were the only people she allowed this close. Technically, the Sisterhood bosses were her bosses so they could do whatever they wanted but they always looked out for the twins. They saved them. They’d never do anything to hurt them for real.

Carina could feel the callouses on Vito’s hands through his gloves as he wrapped soft white gauze around her wounded arm.

“I don’t want this arm moving too much while we’re out and about. Adrik will skin me alive if it gets worse because I let you be stupid.” The honey-glazed baritone of Vito’s voice states, answering her question before she could even ask. He helps her back into the tanktop sleeve before moving up to the eye.

He first checks her pupil dilation with a bright light before having her follow his finger with just her eyes. “You haven’t felt nauseous or vomited since the hit, correct? Any dizziness, balance issues, ringing in your ears?”

“No..um..I don’t think so? A little…no?”

“Alright…Well, kid, I’ll be taking that phone of yours. Along with the rule of no strenuous activity or solid foods because of the whole zygomatic reconstruction surgery, you get to have no screen time for, at minimum, two whole days! Yay!” Skilled fingers wrap fresh bandages over her eye.

“Alright gummy, you haven’t developed diplopia, let’s hope it stays that way. You should heal properly other than a few scars, but tell me, who did you fight for?”

“Uh…The Jade Sisterhood? It was the end-of-month fight and the um… the Kings were being extra rowdy so it brought in a ton more money? We just have this deal ok?” Icy blue eyes avoid heterochromatic ones, “I fight, they protect us…They’d never do anything to intentionally hurt me…they wouldn’t. I fight. I bring in money. Boss said they’d take care of everything as long as I keep winning.

The twenty-six-year-old’s face softens slightly when he finishes bandaging the teen up. He hands her two pills and a little bottle of water before sending her back to change fully.

“Nix. I need you to find the motherfuckers who let a sixteen-year-old girl fight in an underground cage club. Whoever this ‘boss’ is, they shouldn’t be too hard to track down. Search for two groups, the Kings, and The Jade Sisterhood. I’ve got a bone to pick with them.” Vito snarls, slamming his fist on the table. “Kids shouldn’t be involved in this shit for fucks sake! They should be dicking around with their friends, not paying for a dumpy ass apartment, and fighting every goddamn week! MOTHER FUCKER!”

If the girls hear the bang of Vito’s fist, they don’t show it when Nix softly knocks on the bedroom door.

“Aria? Ana? We’re beginning our descent in 5 minutes, you need to come sit and buckle in.”

The girls look in awe at the city below them, Nix snapping discrete photos of their cute faces. Carina flinches a little as the wheels hit the tarmac but she’s eager to be out of the plane after the seven-hour flight.

Before they step out of the plane door, onto the steps where a Rolls Royce is waiting, Nix hands both girls a jacket. Carina’s outfit is accented by a light pink, swede biker jacket. Aksana’s lavender notched-collar walker coat perfectly accents her light-wash denim skirt, white turtleneck slim-fit shirt, and matching Prada sneakers.

“The air is so…crisp.” The girls state in sync.

[annoyage]

Please Check Out My Wattpad Story!

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 "The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."

 Her whole life, all Nadia knew was adversity after adversity. Her father didn't want her, her mom was an alcoholic, and her stepdad was a toxic manipulator. The only time Nadia felt truly happy was when her stepdad divorced her mom. Even then, she was still leading a miserable life. Tragedy occurs and Nadia is finally able to enjoy her life. But can she really enjoy it when secrets of her  past get revealed? 

[magicalbunbun]

my BIG BROTHER myers

They are outside before michael could walk inside and kill anyone.

Mike is embarrassed 😳

[princessbrunette]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

thinking about older brother jj with younger siblings. a set of twins. one girl, one boy.

luke cleared off and left them with his oldest, typical. the boy is loud-mouthed, troubled, angry at only five years old. he’s always running off, little legs sprinting away from their little shack until jj easily catches up and carries him back to the house with a fistful of the back of his t-shirt. “nice try, bud. get your little ass inside, now.” he’s just a little ball of rage, mad that both his parents aren’t here anymore.

the little girl is the opposite. dark blonde hair like jj, but none of his characteristics. she’s quiet, advanced for her years intellectually, already able to read to a higher standard than any of her peers. she’s popes little best friend, always at his side quietly peering over his shoulder at his books. she’s a huge crybaby, and jj figures its because whilst she’s so smart on a book level— she just can’t work out why her mommy and daddy aren’t there anymore. jj gives her all his love and hopes it’s enough.

jj can’t afford a babysitter, so he’s constantly carting around the two five year olds — wrangling the boy and making sure the girl is okay at all times. they think their big brother is the coolest — driving them around in the twinkie with john b, yelling “pogues for life!” in little roars out the window.

as difficult as it is sometimes, it’s not all bad. they have their better moments, when the little boy is too tired to misbehave and the girl has pulled her nose out of a book— the three of them sat on the pier at sunset, the oldest boy pointing out boats and telling stories until the two of them fall asleep against him. he promises he’ll take them to disneyland one day like the kids on the youtube videos and it keeps them happy, despite the fact he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to afford it.

when it’s bad, it’s bad — jj often goes hungry to make sure the twins eat, standing at the doorway watching the two of them share their double bed, wiped out on the bed his father used to sleep on. he wonders how he’ll manage when they get older, bigger, need their own space. he couldn’t afford to move out of this old shack. there’s times the young boy had yelled, screamed the house down, running through the grass to get away from everything and jj nearly couldn’t bring himself to chase him, too overwhelmed and on the verge of breaking down himself. one look into the fearful eyes of his sweet little sister, and he would be taking off after him.

you come along and things get easier. you greet jj’s brother for the first time with a remote control car, and you’ve instantly won him over — jj’s mini-me having an obsession with all things vehicle. you pay equal attention to his little sister, having quiet time with just her on the porch painting eachothers toenails and giggling — even when she completely covers your feet in the shiny pink pink. jj falls deeper and deeper for you as he watches.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[mrcaptainrex]

I started taking birth control recently for medical/hormonal reasons. I forgot the name of it, and loudly asked my mom, “what kind of birth control am I on again?” My brother, who can not stand my obsession for animated clones, was walking by my room, confidently looked me in the eye and said “Star Wars”.

I know he’s right but damn. Uncalled for.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[hellzfire]

naramis but they post super chunky low quality video complimations of eachother attempting to do skateboarding tricks on a shared youtube channel

[good-to-drive]

Conan reminds me so much of my oldest brother that it's crazy to me that he's a middle child, but I think as much as he seems like an older brother he seems even more like a middle child who idolizes and tries to emulate the older brother to the point that he actually surpasses him in terms of olderbrotherness

[unknownsoul29]

Soy totalmente consciente de que estoy realmente atrasado con el mes, pero encontrar un momento para dibujar parece difícil, es como que la vida dice: "oh, va a dibujar, que le pidan hacer lago más" jaja, y al final termino cansado y no deseo dibujar, además, admito que soy un dormilón, así que ahí se va parte de mi tiempo. Además de que he disminuido mi tiempo frente a la pantalla porque me duele bastante pronto la vista x.x ------------------ I am fully aware that I am really behind this month, but finding a moment to draw seems difficult. It's as if life says, "Oh, you're going to draw? Let's make you do something else," haha. And in the end, I end up tired and don't feel like drawing. Also, I admit that I'm a sleepyhead, so there goes part of my time. Additionally, I've reduced my screen time because my eyes start to hurt quite soon x.x

[ericshoney]

Imagine.... Niki being your twin brother and finding out your being bullied

Y/n's POV

It was another day at this terri- I mean wonderful school. I was sat outside on a bench, eating my lunch quietly, when I hear a witches cackle. I mean the laugh of Ari Song, my bully.

"Hey bitch, aww couldn't find anyone desperate enough to have lunch with you?" She calls in a mocking tone.

"Go away." I mumble.

"What did you say?" She spits.

"Nothing, nothing." I reply.

"Thought so, now we have somewhere much nicer to be."

She walks away with her little followers. I sigh and go to continue my lunch, when my brother and his friends come over.

"Hey little sister." Niki said, ruffling my hair.

"Its two seconds Niki!" I shout.

"I'm still much taller though." He replies, sticking his tongue out.

"Kids." Heeseung mumbles.

"Why are you bothering me? Shouldn't you be chatting up some cheerleaders?" I ask.

"Just coming to check on you." Niki said.

"I'm good." I answer quickly.

"Okay, you coming to watch practise tonight?" I nod at my brothers question.

"Okay then, see you later baby sister!" I shake my head as they run off to cause chaos.

The day carries on quickly and soon the bell rings for the end. I walk out my last class slowly and towards my locker, since the guys have practise and I said I'd watch it.

As I walk towards my locker, I didn't see Ari coming the other way, making us bump into each other. I drop my books as she drops her bag.

"You rat!" She shouts.

"Sorry i-it was an accident." I apologise.

I bend down to pick my books up, when she pushes me over, my back hits the row of lockers with a crash.

"Ow." I mumble, trying to get up, but she pushes her foot onto my chest.

"Your just a dirty little whore. I mean always trying to get into your brother's friends pants. How desperate are you? I bet Niki wishes anyone else was his sister." She growls, pushing her foot harder onto my chest.

Just before I pass out from lack of oxygen, she removes her foot, only to kick me in the face. My head falls back against the locker in pain.

"Come on, try to stand up." She teases.

I groan, moving a bit, for her to only kick me again, she laughs but then I hear a shout.

"What the fuck is going on!"

I look to the side to see Niki at the end of the hall. Ari stands there frozen.

"Get away from my sister!" He shouts.

Ari runs away as Niki comes over, he bends down in front of me, holding my face gently.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks softly.

"Scared too. S-She threatened to hurt me, but guess that already happened." I answer.

Niki sighs and pulls out his phone. I see him typing away before putting it back in his pocket. He uses a tissue to wipe my face a bit before he pulls me up gently and moves to bend down in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, rubbing my chest slightly.

"Get on my back, we're going home. I texted the others to come too." He answers.

I nod and slowly get on his back. The other arrive quickly as Niki explains what he saw.

"Don't worry, we'll deal with her, Ari Song won't be a problem to you no more." Jay tells me.

I smile a bit and lay my head on my brothers back. I'm just glad he was there to save me.

[cempasuchilpodridos]

I saw a post saying that Bruno and Mirabel have a sibling dynamic and now I'm thinking about what that might actually look like.

[yanderewriter101]

Older Brother Izuku Midoriya x Younger Sister Reader

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The house door opened and Inko turned her head as she began dinner, her green eyes focused on the front door but a smile spread across her face as her eldest son entered through the front door his green fluffy hair bright and his hero costume on show.. 

Inko was ever so proud of her eldest son he was now the Number One Pro-Hero of Japan.. it warmed her heart to know her son had achieved his dreams she was the proudest mother in the world each time she saw her son's wide smile and gleaming green eyes..

"Hey mom!" Izuku greeted with a wide grin as he took of his large boots putting them by the front door Inko smiled and once her son was close enough she kissed his freckled cheek with a soft and heart warming smile as she usually did whenever he came to her side..

"Hi Honey.. Just on time for dinner!- your sister will be happy to know her older brother is finally coming for dinner.." Inko rambled softly while stirring the Katsudon in the pot the steam wafting into the air and swimming through the small but loving home the aroma in each corner of the house..

Izuku hummed and smiled as he leaned away from his mothers shoulder his large frame leaning against the kitchen counter his green eyes flickered across the kitchen to the living room as he breathed out gently as the aroma of the katsudon hit his nose "I'll go tell Bunny that I'm back.." He spoke before pushing himself of the counter to the doorway of the kitchen'

Inko nodded muttering a small 'okay honey' she sighed softly.. 'Bunny' was a nickname that was something that Izuku always called his younger Sister a nickname that never died down.. Inko never questioned it.. just like she never questioned why her older son was missing for so long after his missions that finish hours earlier...

Izuku made his way up the stairs.. silent.. eerie.. he reached the top of the stairs his eyes shifting to the left to his old bedroom that he usually stayed in whenever he stayed at his mothers house.. he then turned to the right spotting his younger sisters room the oak door shut firm.. his eyebrow quirked.. that was odd..

He moved forward to the oak door his hand wrapping around the cold silver handle opening it swiftly.. his large form took up half the doorway his eyes scanned the room.. until they landed on the girl sat at the desk.. headphones on as she wrote in a book a grin crept up on his lips...

The number one hero walked inside the door shutting behind him quietly like it was never open in the first place.. he got behind his younger sister sat at the desk.. and made his move.. like a predator capturing his prey.. his hands grasped her shoulders and she jolted immediately a yelp like scream escaping her mouth as her knees slammed up into the desk out of reaction and an elbow to his face

"Ah- Bunny- pfft- I'm sorry!" Izuku laughed gently his large scarred arm wrapping around the girls smaller form to calm her but he was met with a book to the head and a curse out of his sisters mouth he chuckled pushing the book away with his free hand "You idiot- were you trying to make my have a heart attack!?" (Your name) Squealed at him angry

Her expression was scrunched up like an angry bunny he could of sworn he saw her leg stomp on the ground for a second.. he sighed out and ruffled her hair but she grumbled at him for that trying to fix her hair.. like a bunny trying to groom herself back to its usual fluffy form.. he blinked his thoughts away as he sighed out softly.. his bunny was so silly sometimes..

"Wait- are you staying for dinner?" (Your name) questioned her older brother as her (your eye colour) eyes sharpened at him with suspicion crossing her arms on her lap as she twisted her chair around to face him Izuku stared down at her with a small grin.. she could be so serious in the flip of a switch! it always amazed him..

"Yes I am.. and i'm sleeping for the night.." Izuku briefly explained.. now that it was the weekend he had some time to spend with his family since his agency would be taken over by Katsuki for the weekend for once.. (Your name) nodded her head as she sent him a smile "Ah.. that's nice!" 

Before Izuku could utter a word Inko's voice was heard from downstairs calling her children for dinner.. interrupting their moment.. Interrupting Their bonding moment!.. he breathed out.. and moved away from his younger sister shooting her a grin "I'll see you downstairs don't be too long!" He spoke as he waved a hand exiting the room..

It wasn't a joke.. it was a command.. one (Your name) knew too well.. her expression fell from it's smile to it's frown.. her fingers tightened around her knees.. why did he have to come.. it seemed like he was never away for too long! every-time he comes.. things.. become scary weird.. she just hoped that this time he wouldn't-

"(YOUR NAME) YOUR FOOD IS GOING TO GO COLD!" Inko's voice screamed up from the kitchen and (Your name) jolted quickly jumping out of her chair and grabbing her jacket off the bed as she stumbled to the doorway grumbling under her breath "Coming!!"

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Dinner was peaceful.. Izuku enjoyed eating his favourite meal and answering his mothers exciting and worrying questions of if his hero career was too much or if he was getting on fine.. but he easily consoled her like he usually did.. but the one question he always dreaded was the 'are you ever going to get a partner?' He knew what his mother meant.. but she just never understood.. Izuku was too focused on protecting and caring for his younger sister!

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The night came.. faster than (Your name) hoped.. so she was under her blankets.. her wide (your eye colour) eyes staring blankly ahead her heart was hammering in her chest so hard she was almost scared her ribs would break from the force but she didn't dare move..

She let out a small breath and it seemed like hours passed.. nothing came.. nothing happened.. and relief finally filled her body.. and she calmed down.. maybe she.. was just overreacting.. well.. it only happened once why was she thinking that way anyway.. (Your name) felt her body relax and her eyes fluttered shut.. and her grip loosened around the blankets around her body..

As she was just about to finally drift off.. she heard it.. the.. silent.. eerie.. footsteps reaching her bedroom door.. her eyes flew open.. but she knew better than to try and get up and question who was at her door.. so she just tensed but she quickly relaxed herself to try and make it seem like she was asleep.. her face finding itself buried into the pillow..

then the door opened.. and she could hear the breaths.. heavy.. but still quiet not to 'wake her' she heard the door shut after and almost for a second she believed it was her mother checking in on her.. until she felt the bed behind her sink.. and she heard the bed creek slightly that's how she knew it was her older brother.. because no one else was that heavy to make her bed creek..

She kept herself calm and relaxed but when she heard the voice whisper near her ear.. it was so hard.. she was almost terrified that her heartbeat would be heard from how hard it was racing.. she was so.. so scared.. her older brother was the number one pro hero.. he had sensitive hearing he heard everything.. he knows everything.. and he knew.. no one would believe her..

"Oh Bunny..~ I do this to keep you safe.. to make sure no one hurts you.. to make sure no one even comes near you.. that no one even fucking breaths the same air near you.."

His voice.. it was so.. terrifying in the darkness.. but she didn't have to look to know that his green piercing scary eyes were staring down at her sleeping form.. but then.. something knew happened.. something so different from his usual whispering in the room.. changes from his normal scary threats..

A hand placed on her side.. and she could of swore her heart stopped in her chest real quick.. but what scared her the most was the heavy body pressing against her back.. and the hot breath hitting her cheek.. 

"I know your awake.. your always awake.."

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Izuku's eyes stared down at his younger sisters form.. she tensed.. her heart-beat always sped up when he came in.. so much quicker than normal.. and he knew she was awake.. but it didn't sway him.. because what could she do.. 

HE was the number one pro hero.. 

HE was the one their mother always trusted.. 

HE is the one the people will always trust.. 

HE is the symbol of peace..

His hands shifted over her body twisting her onto her back and her wide terrified (your eye colour) eyes stared up at her.. and his right hand paused on her side and the left stopped on her stomach.. She was like a terrified and vulnerable bunny.. his prey.. his bunny.. and he'd protect her.. after all.. she was quirkless.. he vowed the day she looked at him with a smile.. that he'd keep her by his side.. keep her in his eyesight.. keep her in his grasp..

That look in her eyes made him know he was the one in control.. his fingers lightly trailed over her stomach.. she was (Your body type) and he loved her for every curve.. ever dip.. she was young sure.. but still developed... well.. she was 17 now.. his green eyes glinted down at her form.. she was shaking under his hands.. oh his poor bunny so scared.. so terrified.. so.. perfect.

Izuku found himself between her legs.. her thighs over his own.. his large hands enveloping her waist tugging her against him firmly as he let out a breath at her body flushed against his.. he had never been so forward.. so touchy with her.. but he needed to get it through to her head that he was and always will be her protector..

(Your name) trembled terrified unsure what to do.. she couldn't fight back.. she couldn't scream.. she couldn't do anything!.. he was just staring down at her.. his hands gripping her body felt so.. scary.. it made her realise that if she made one wrong move he could easily either pin her so fast and so firm.. or just crush her in his hands.. 

The room was heavy in silence.. tense.. the only light being Izuku's dark green eyes peering down at his younger sister who was beginning to tear up.. his hand moved over her side to her cheek wiping the tears that fell down her face before he leaned forward.. by her ear.. a sick twisted grin painting on his lips.

"I am your protector.."

" I am your symbol of protection.."

" I am your older brother.." 

"and I have always been this way.."

"i have killed for you.." 

"i have ended destruction just to get to your side.."

 "i am what you run to when your scared.."

 "I will be what you see out in the darkness of your life.." 

"And I will make sure you do.."

"Even if it means ending EVERYONE in your life.."

"You will stay mine.."

"My bunny.."

"My sister"

"My only hope."

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Thank you for reading children!! :)

[princessbrunette]

I feel like if one of the twins is having a tantrum and jj is like so overwhelmed, would he call reader to calm them down or would he not? - 🤙🏼

before i dive into this i want to say i decided on the twins names. going off my own headcanon (i don’t wanna hear it) that jj stands for jesse james, im gonna say the twins have names taking inspiration from other figures too. jj’s little brother is called billy, named after another cowboy billy the kid (much like jesse james.) jj usually calls him bill for short, depending on his mood. jj’s little sister is called liv, or olivia — based on olivia newton john. her mother loved grease when it came out so it felt right. jj often nicknames her olive ‘cos it makes her laugh.

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but yes, sometimes it does just get too much for jj. as soon as you pick up the phone, you hear the wailing of two children in the distance— and before you even greet your boyfriend he’s rambling down the phone at you.

“hey, hi — you picked up, okay so— y’know i really hate to ask this of you i mean really, you’re not a babysitter by any means n’i don’t want you to think i just keep you around for — whatever, the issue is— i’m goin’ insane. both of these kids are screamin’ and i’ve tried everything man i just can’t do it—”

“jj, slow down. do you want me to come over?”

“please? i mean i’m not one to beg but i will literally get on my knees right now dude i can’t do it.”

“okay! i’m coming, just hold tight okay?”

they were both in hysterics when you arrived. there were toys all over the floor, a pair of pants, some food too. you step through the mess and find them, rolling about — screaming the house down whilst jj tries to intervene.

it turns out, billy was the first to get upset— and billy being upset and loud made liv get all overstimulated which caused a whole kerfuffle. you separated them, taking a child each and calmed them before putting them down to have an afternoon nap— knowing jj would need the peace and quiet for a little. once you’ve entered their shared bedroom and checked on them, you tip toe out to find jj sat on the couch amongst the mess with his head in his hands.

“theyre out cold, exhausted themselves i think.” you smile softly, easing yourself down next to jj. he jolts, like he didn’t know you were there and sits up suddenly, trying to be subtle about the way he wipes his eyes and sniffs, huffing out a bashful laugh.

“yeah.” he chuckles, cheeks splotchy and pink. you exhale out your nose, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you rub his back. “sorry it’s just, ah— one of those days or whatever. m’not cut out for this, man.”

“s’okay, jayj. it’s hard raising two kids that aren’t even yours. i think you’re doing good.” you muse and he shakes himself off, not wanting to get too vulnerable as he stands up— surveying the mess.

“yeah, it’s whatever. i should probably clean up around here, looks like a bomb went off at the lego store.” he sniffs, averting his eyes as he twists his body to look around. you stand, moving infront of him and placing both hands on his chest.

“or… i clean up, and you also take a nap.” you grin, tilting your head sweetly in a way you knew would help convince him.

“tempting, buuuuut i can’t let you do that, young lady. this is my very humble abode n’i gotta take care of it. so if i could just—” he goes to move you aside but you dodge him, standing your ground with a grin.

“well, you’re my boyfriend and i gotta take care of you. so now what?” you challenge and he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he whips his hat off his head— slightly vulnerable still.

“i’ll have you know, i’m meant to be taking care of you, girlie.” he pokes your waist and you giggle, trying to force him back on the couch.

“you’re difficult.”

“rude, you’re sexy.”

you bust into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the kids as you finally manage to wrestle him back down on the couch, straddling his lap to make sure he stays down. “hm, i like where this is going.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“its nap time. go to sleep.” you cover his eyes with your hands and he smirks, his lashes tickling your palms.

“effective method babe.”

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[lovelydee86]

It’s been a week and I still can’t believe it. You were so much more than my older brother and fellow middle child. You were my surrogate sister, sidekick, stylist, concert partner, hairdresser, my ride, and the mugre to my uña. Although if anyone asked you, I was the mugre to your uña. I loved your humor, sensitivity, loyalty, creativity, grumpiness, and all that made you the person you were. I was lucky to have you for as long I did, but feel robbed of what was to come. We had so many more memories to make. All I can do now is cherish the moments we had and know that you’ll always be with me. Love you Jimmy. 🥺