#younger brother

[springbreak-ibelieveinyou]

brennan and siobhan give such nerdy older sister younger brother energy

she makes fun of him for only having 5 shirts and being a picky eater but also tends to be one of the only ones to get his references in campaigns and adventuring party

[erenfox]

to all those believing that little yuri wanting to marry big sis yor is "weird" or "creepy" or "incestuous"...

as an elder sister myself, i can confirm it's a perfectly normal thing for your dumb little baby brothers to say that, especially if you act as a second mother figure for them

[adisillusionedauthor]

Could you do fic for Checo with wife reader where she's Max's older sister and she just worried for them because of how the races could turned badly in a matter of second? Add something you'd like though. Thanks! :)

Fearful Velocity - Sergio Pérez and Max Verstappen

Requested by: Anon

Masterlist<3

Pairing: Checo x spouse!GN!reader, Max x Sibling!reader

Warning: OOC Checo, OOC Max, fluff, sweet, concern about loved ones, Max being a sweetie, Checo being a sweetie and bad english

Word count: 713

The team always tries to make everything very comfortable for me when I go see the races in person, being the married and related to their drivers I get some sort of princess treatment, but it somehow doesn’t help the aching feeling that something is going to happen, I shake the thought off of my head once i realize Checo is walking towards me, I start to smile at him opening my arms for him, hoping he’d hug me. 

Of course he obliges and pulls me into a tight hug, since I’m sitting down my head rests comfortably on his chest and he rests his on top of my head, not before giving the top of head a kiss: “You’ve got that look on your face…” He says into my hair softly, I let out a sigh, nothing happens to me without this man noticing: “Is it the usual?” He asks with a knowing look on his face, I’ve shared my concerns with him, even asked him to retire once Sebastian said he’d be leaving F1, but it didn’t work, he wants to race longer; “Yup… It’s like this every weekend that there’s a race, but this time… It feels different, like something is going to happen…” I say, sharing this strange feeling makes my chest somehow feel lighter, Sergio pulls me even closer if that’s even possible, but before he could say something we could hear my younger brother’s voice saying “Ew!” from behind him, Checo turns with an more serious look which makes Max realize I’m worrying over them again.

He comes hug me for a while on Checo’s place while he goes get ready for today, Max keeps telling me that serious accidents barely ever happen, that there’s no need for me to get so stressed over this, today is supposed to be a day where I can take a breath and see my boys enjoy themselves on the track and he’s right, it feels weird even thinking about this: “I’m sorry for worrying so much, it’s just… I still see you as that boy who still raced in a kart, it’s weird seeing the little boy I held in my arms accomplish so much… I’m proud of you Max, truly proud” I say smiling at him proudly, in my heart he’ll always that baby my parents brought home when I was still two, he’ll always be my little brother, no matter how many championships he wins or how many podiums he gets: “Don’t you dare say stuff that’ll make me tear up right before a race, I can’t cry now, Y/N” He says while his eyes get glossy with tears, i hug him even closer and then Checo comes back to get Max to get ready for the race: “So… Feeling better about today, mi amor?” He knows that nickname is my doom, I melt into his arms as his fingers run into my hair soothing me even more: ��You’re a very unfair man, Mr. Pérez…” I say resting my head onto his shoulder and he laughs gently: “Oh really? Or maybe I just know exactly what I need to do to calm my wife, Mrs. Pérez.”

I blush softly at his words, I’ve been his wife for four years, but everytime he calls me that I feel like I did on our first date, my smile turns even more soft and I answer him: “Maybe… But just maybe, you’ve helped a lot, darling” He smiles back at me happy that he could help me feel a little more safe about him and my brother racing, he gives me three kissed like he always does when he’s about to go race, one on  my forehead promising to keep me on his mind during the race, one on my cheek promising to never let me go and finally one on my lips promising to always love me, I kiss him back showing just as much love as he is into the kiss, when Max comes to call him so they can enter the car and go to the line up, I don’t feel as anxious as I did on the beginning of the day, because I know that they’ll both be okay and if something does happen they’ll have me to take care of them and nurse them back into healthiness just so i can scold them. 

[the-better-stoll-brother]

Intro

Name: Connor Stoll

Godly Parent: Hermes

Siblings: @travis-stollllllllll and a bunch others 

prns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual!!

gender: trans man/masc :)

relationship status: single I suppose! :,{

Anywho hello! Im Connor Stoll head councillor of the Hermes cabin and the younger (and significantly) better Stoll brother! I’m always here to talk and help out around camp! Have a great afternoon!

Friends: 

@miranda-gardiner  one of my best friends, she deserves a break!

@cabinseventheaterchick  so incredibly awesome! should def be payed for all this bs

@clio-daughter-of-dionysus my ex wife (we chill guys)

@cecil---markowitz little brother B)

@malcolm-pace-is-tired  poor guy, also kinda stupid

@thanatoss-favorite-demigod  idk you that well but you seem chill

@melly-stoll  my alternate universe daughter 

@dakota-stoll my alternate universe son

[smaeemo]

It’s crazy to see how people interpret dean and sam’s brother dynamic as “wincest”

Some people have clearly never had a parentified older sibling. Then you take into account the degree of trauma that they have been through and continue to go through. Their codependency stems from their childhood and current traumas, their mental states due to that, the way they grew up with their father obsessing over the importance of “family is everything,” and the deep parentification of Dean, AKA Dean having to be a CHILD while raising his little brother, and taking care of his insane father. It’s not “wincest”/incestuous in anyway, it’s called trauma, parentification and general unstable family dynamics.

I think that a lot of “wincest” shippers don’t actually see what trauma can do to a person and their dynamics, specifically the people that endured that trauma with you. Dean, who was the older one that had to in HIS WORDS “be the mother, father, and brother” of his younger brother since the age of !4! is obviously going to be extremely protective/codependant of/with Sam, both because of the parentification and the words of his father carved into his very being. As for Sam, having Dean be all those things for him, means that more than anything, Dean is it for him because Dean RAISED HIM. Which is why, for so many reasons, what John said to Dean (killing Sam), was one of the most cruel things he could have done. John if not straight out, on some level knows that Dean and Sam will forever have a different dynamic because Dean raised Sam, ergo, Dean being more of a Parent to Sam than he ever was.

That’s not to say I think Dean was a “perfect parent” to Sam when he was raising him. No one can be “perfect” especially not a teenager raising his baby brother. What it means is that Dean had to sacrifice his childhood and grow up quickly for Sam to be not only Alive, but also so that Sam could -have- a childhood. All of this while Dean was still actively growing up, enduring his father, hunting, and having to come to terms with monsters. But he couldn’t allow himself to mess up, and going back to the idea of “perfect parenting” we see that no, he in fact was never “perfect” specifically when he leaves so that he can play games, and he sees that Sam’s safety is (extremely unfairly) placed on his shoulders. All of this, yet again along side with never having a stable home, having an unreliable source of income, and having to basically learn how to be an adult at 7, was the start of their dynamic.

As for Sam, we see that he got to play on soccer teams, go to school, and exist (while still having to endure all of the nightmares that is his homelife) outside of the hunting. Whereas Dean was the one who gave him this chance. This is not to say that Sam should ever feel guilt over this, or that Dean needed to do this. This is to show just how different their sibling relationship is, due to the trauma.

Dean treats Sam like a brother many times, but underneath it (or on top) you will always see that he is a parent to him more than anything.

“Wincest” is talking about their “strange/codependant relationship” in a romantic or purely sexual manner. This in itself just shows how many people don’t understand what it means to either have a kid or be a parentified older sibling. (I personally am not a parentified older sibling, but my sister who practically raised me is) and because of MY family dynamic I can speak from experience (definitely not to Dean and Sam’s extent) of having a parentified older sibling, and how that differs from regular sibling relationships.

Ok, this was a ramble, but as a whole “wincest” is extremely disturbing to me as a whole. And I don’t know what the rules are on this specific topic, so Idk how much I should say. But I definitely don’t condone inc*st to any degree, but to each their own ig.

Alright, I have SO much more to say on this topic. But I will hold back for now, just because I am sleepy.

XOXO

[supercap2319]

When you tell them you want their last name:

So you marry their younger brothers:

[the-ballad-of-mark-and-sara]

The Shower, The Sweatshirt, and The Sister

Mark awoke from a deep sleep with a start to his alarm going off for the eighth time. As he groggily looked at it, he saw that he'd overslept by forty minutes.

"Aw, fuck-" he groaned as he stumbled out of bed, slowly making his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He peeled off his pajamas and got in, turning on the water. The immediate cold water was enough to wake him, but the warm water that followed was enough to relax his muscles.

If I buy something during break, I can make it with, like, two minutes to spare, he thought, while he shampooed his body and body washed his head.

...

Sara awoke to her alarm on time, yawning and stretching as she would before she picked out the clothes she was going to wear that day. She heard the sound of her brother's alarm on the other side of the wall go off. It's blaring and annoying, but she didn't care. I'm sure it'll be fine; he'll wake up and I'll the bathroom to myself for a nice steamy shower before class.

She picked out her outfit and laid it out on her bed; however, she heard her brother's alarm continue to ring. Huh, she thought, Still asleep? Maybe he's hitting the snooze. She shrugged. I'm sure it'll be fine; my classes start later anyway, so no matter how long he takes, I should be fine.

After a few more minutes, Sara heard Mark only then get up and stumble into the bathroom. This is NOT good. I'll have to kick him out of the bathroom.

She opened the door to the bathroom and slunk in, closing it behind her, and moving Mark's clothes and towel to the far side of the sink counter and replacing where they had been with her own. The good side of the counter, she thought.

Mark, who had begun to wash the rest of his body, felt a slight chill. He poked his head out and saw Sara.

"Hey-" she said, before ripping the other side of the curtain wide open. "Mark, I need the shower. You done?"

Mark saw his sister wore a towel that wrapped around her chest. Despite her being a bit taller, they were still mostly eye level. However, as Mark's eyes looked her up and down, he saw ample cleavage that peeked out from above the towel. As he did, Sara looked him up and down, her eyes staying a moment longer on his dick.

"You look clean. Get out or not; I'm still getting in."

"What the f- no, I'm not getting out!" he yelled, trying to cover himself.

"Uh, Mark."

"What?!"

"Go?"

"NO!" he said, closing the curtain.

He thinks he can out-stubborn me? she thought. Get in the way of MY morning shower? "Fine, then make it weird." She dropped her towel and stepped into the shower behind Mark.

"Are you gonna get out now?"

"You can join me if you want, I'm still gonna be in here-"

As he turned around, he saw Sara fully naked, barely managing to cover her breasts and pussy with her small hands.

Holy shit, he thought, Sara's stacked as hell!

"I want the water hotter." She turned around and bent forward, taking her hands off herself to raise the temperature of the water. As she did, her hips pressed him against the wall of the small shower. Mark then saw her brown hair turn a familiar black as it got wetter. It reminded him that a few years ago, she had had a goth phase and dyed her hair black, before letting it grow back out to brown.

"Uh, s-sure; I'm almost done anyway," he said, trying to think of anything that wouldn't give him a boner in that moment. Nuns? Mom? He shook his head. No, that won't work. How about sports? He felt his dick slowly grow, harder, and - with the limited space - closer to his sister's ass. Her perfectly round, smooth-looking ass; Dammit!

"You know you're going to boil with me if you don't get out anytime soon," Sara said, as she continued to raise the temperature, absentmindedly bumping him with her hips.

"H-hey, careful-" Mark went to push her away, but ended up slipping on the water and - startled - pulled Sara down with him, his dick ending up under her ass.

Sara gave a yelp as the they tumbled to the floor of the shower, her ass landing heavily on her brother, the hot water streaming down on her face and Mark's chest.

"What the hell!" She scrambled to her feet and looked down at him, pulling herself to her feet. Angry, she went to say something, when her eyes locked on her brother's hard dick. Her anger and surprise were swapped with shock and embarrassment. Her pale face had grown red from the warm water, but now they seemed to have grown redder.

Why does it look... good?

"I'm sorry, I slipped-" Mark said, but as he followed the direction of his sister's eyes, he could tell they didn't meet his. They-

He made a futile attempt to hide his dick, the head of which poked out of his hands.

"Can you just... finish up?"

An excruciatingly long moment passed before Sara could say anything. During that moment, she looked at her brother's eyes, her chest rising and falling dramatically as her breathing increased. She eventually snapped back into the moment and raised an eyebrow, pursing her lips.

"You're gonna be late," she mumbled, before she turned off the shower and got out. She grabbed her towel and left without her clothes, making wet steps on the carpet floor outside of the bathroom. While the morning was cold, her body was hot with heartache. As she continued to get ready for school, an old and excruciating feeling woke up and began to slowly rage across her body.

No, no, NO, she thought. This was supposed to be gone.

...

As the day continued on, Mark couldn't help but think about his sister. How she stared at his dick, and how... how fucking hot, she looked. Her breasts spilling and slipping out of her hands, and her pussy; perfectly cleanshaven. As he frequently excused himself to use the bathroom, he tried to calm himself by thinking of anyone - anything - else, but nothing worked. I'm really fucked up.

...

As he returned home, Mark made his way to the living room to find Sara 'watching' Takeshi's Castle while she scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone. She had on a baggy sweatshirt, a pair of tight shorts, and-

Hey, wait a minute, that's MY sweatshirt!

"Hey!" quickly, he took her phone from her.

"Hey! she replied, half in annoyance, half in surprise, as she hadn't heard him enter. "What the hell!"

"Why are you wearing my shit?" He demanded, keeping his phone away from her.

"It-" She hesitated. "It must've gotten mixed up in the laundry... and I must've thought it was mine! Why else would I wear it?" Her eyes dilated and her cheeks blushed.

"Well, then you won't mind taking it off and giving it back then?" He asks, pocketing her phone. I'll see what see was looking at later, he thought.

"I- I-" She stammered. "Y-yeah, le-lemme just... go change first; I'll be right back."

"No-" Mark grabbed her wrist. As Sara turned to face him, she saw him stick out his hand. "I want it now."

"Okay," She said, her face growing redder. "I'll give it to you, just... gimme a minute!" She paused and sat back down on the couch, looking up at him from it. Mark saw her mouth hanging open a little more than usual, her face continuously reddening.

"Well?" He asked, getting impatient.

"Right here? Now?"

"nO, i wAnT iT tOmOrRoW," He said, mockingly. "YES, I want it right here and now!"

"Fine!" She groaned and began to lift it up from the bottom.

As she did, Mark quickly noticed that she didn't have anything underneath. Her breasts were caught in the chest before they fell, as she finished pulling it off, showing her smaller than normal nipples, which looked to be rock hard. He was brought back to the moment when Sara tossed it at his face.

"There; happy?"

"U-uh, y-yeah." Fuck, her tits look so good. He stared longer than he realized. However, once he did, he shook himself back to the moment and took his sweatshirt back with him to his room.

...

As Mark laid on top of his bed, he thought about Sara. Her breasts' perfect roundness and... and-

He began to smell something in the air. He looked around, and realized it was his sweatshirt - the one he got back from his sister. He gave it a whiff. 'Very Berry', he thought. Figures she use something like that-

Suddenly, he felt himself pulse underneath his pants. He froze. Mark looked over to the door.

Closed.

Fuck it, he thought, It's not like she'll be back for it. He pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his dick standing at half-mast. He put on the sweatshirt halfway, so that his face lined up to where he knew her breasts would've been, and got a deep whiff, filling his nostrils with the smell she left behind. Roses, he thought, as he began to stroke himself. Her tits smell like... the sweetest roses...

...

In the living room, Sara's thoughts had been racing almost as fast as her heart. Before Mark had shown up, and before she had been distracted by Twitter, she had been rubbing her nipples under Mark's sweatshirt. I wanted to make it feel as if... as if Mark was rubbing me.

When he finally showed up, I was so afraid... afraid of all the feelings I thought I had managed to keep buried for so long in anger and meanness. When I saw what I wanted and what I fingered myself to all these years, hiding late at night, so he'd never know... I got so... wet... unlike anything I'd been with anyone else. Maybe I AM a freak... Maybe I SHOULD be kicked out... Maybe he SHOULD hate me...

Her face, which held an air of uncertainty, morphed into one which read of resolve. But, I have to tell him how I feel about him... how I've ALWAYS felt about him. She got up and headed towards her brother's room. I couldn't handle wanting him so close to me, so I pushed him away... so far from me... I'm sick of the distance I made between us.

Upon reaching his door, she turned the knob and opened.

"Mark, I need to talk to y-"

Sara froze. In front of her was her brother, Mark, masturbating while wearing the sweatshirt she had worn on his face.

Mark, however, was far too deep in the bliss that was daydreaming of his sister's breasts on his face, and her pussy on his dick to notice her opening the door and calling his name.

Sara's eyes widened, partially in fear, partially with lust. "M-Mark," she repeated, though a bit louder.

Mark, pulled out of the daydream, felt someone was watching him. As he shifted the sweatshirt to see through its thinner parts, he saw his sister's silhouette.

"Sara-!"

He flailed around as he tried to cover his body with the sweatshirt, struggling to show his face and meet her sights.

"I... uh-"

"No, Mark; don't cover yourself up. I wanted to see you... all, of you." As he began to poke out his head, he saw his sister, still topless, walking toward him. "And... and I want you to see me. The person I really am." She let out a sigh, as she removed her shorts and revealed her visibly dripping pussy.

"I've thought that I was... I was a freak, for the longest time, and... I've hated myself over and over about it, because... because I love you, Mark." She paused to catch her breath. "Not just in the 'brother and sister' kind of way, but... in the most romantic... and horny way that my heart has ever felt for anyone. All those years that I was so mean and nasty to you... they were because I couldn't handle how much I loved you... I thought you'd think that... that I was gross, and a freak, so I had to push you away before you pushed me away." Her eyes began to water. "I... I think you might feel something similar; you showed me this morning, and... I want to be with you."

"S-Sara; I..." Mark was at a loss for words. On one hand, he wanted this to be real, his incredibly beautiful sister had loved him as more than just a brother, that this wasn't just simply part of the daydream. As he hoped for this to be the outcome, he began to dread that if this was to be the real world, and not just some fantasy, that she'd pull back, laughing, and reveal it was a sick prank she pulled using spit or something to make her look like she was wet for him. She'd call 'psych' and then lord it over him for the rest of their lives, having to hide his feelings towards her around their parents and-

As he adjusted himself, he felt a pinch in his hands. This is real, he thought, not paying attention to what his hand had caught on. This is happening. His face hardened. Fuck it; I'll take my chances. He slowly uncovered himself, his dick standing at full mast and twitching.

Sara put a knee up onto her brother's bed and bent forward onto her hands and knees. As she did, Mark's sights were filled with a good view of her breasts, which fell, suspended from her chest, before her face was in front of his. She grabbed his face by the chin, closed her eyes, and kissed him, her tongue wrapping around with his.

Holy shit, he thought, I'm making out with my sister! As his eyes widened, he slowly reached his hand out for her breast. It's as soft as I imagined, he thought, as he massaged it, maybe even softer...

He felt her nipple pocking back against his palm, as his sister rocked her body into his embrace. Her tongue embraced his with a vigor that he'd never seen from her before. She then got up from him, a thin line of spit visibly connecting them.

"Do you accept my feelings, Mark? Do you love me too?"

"Sara, I... Oh; come here!" He said, pulling her back onto the bed with him.

She gave a giggle followed by a melancholic sigh. "I'm so sorry for how mean I'd always been to you. Maybe I could... start making up for it? Will you let me?"

"Sis, you don't know how long I'd been waiting to hear you say those words~" Mark began to press his lips hers, feeling her bare chest in his hand. I need to be closer, he thought, quickly pulling off his shirt to feel her skin against his. As smooth as porcelain and as warm as a towel, fresh from the dryer.

Sara gave her brother another kiss before moving back. "Then I'm all yours~" she said, in a tone Mark had never heard from her before... a loving one. Not the tone that carried panic and desperation as in her confession, but one that felt genuine.

Mark began to drown his sister in kisses, starting from her face and working his way down, until he reached her pussy, wet with anticipation. He dove into it, drinking its sweet nectar and lapping up the rest, holding her down as she began to squirm.

"Mmm-ooooh; y-yeah!" She moaned, bucking her hips into Mark's face, slathering her brother with her juices, as he made her feel better and better. Her legs tightened around his head and started to shake.

Mark felt Sara's hands grab his hair and her thighs on his ears. Fuck, I can't believe it; my fucking hot sister had the hots for me!

This is what I'd been waiting so long for - god, FUCK - this is just as good as I imagined, Sara thought; Her sensitive clit felt every lick and caress of her brother's tongue as lightning shooting up her spine.

Mark felt her heat burning him so much so that he could swear he began to sweat. As the minutes go by, she began to squee him tighter to her. "Gf-gf-gfuuuck." Her breathing became heavier. "Mark, I'm so close; keep... keep going, keep going-"

Mark, catching her off-guard, pulled her legs off his shoulders and lined up his dick.

"Get ready-" he said, before immediately thrust it inside her, her tight-yet slick pussy welcoming her brother's girth. In his sudden thrust, she gripped the sheets of his bed, laying back into her pillow.

"Hnnng, you're so big~"

Mark clapped his lap against hers and felt himself squeeze against her.

"And you're so fucking hot, sis."

He grabbed her left breast and suckled on the other. Sara feeling her physical and emotional walls being torn down, clapped her lap against Mark's and let herself open up to acceptance. Acceptance of her younger brother's love, and acceptance to her own feelings toward him. As she adjusted to this new sensation, which felt better than her own hands or toys, it led to a strong warmth that bubbled up inside herself. She locked her arms around his head and her legs around his waist, pulling Mark as close to her as she could.

"S-Sis, I- I'm gonna come-" Mark said out of the corner of his mouth.

Sara pounded her thighs against Mark's, making slapping sounds as their bodies collided over and over again, and her face growing red and sweaty. "M-me too!"

Mark moved his head off her breast and onto her lips, giving one last plunge and burying his seed deep into his sister's womb. Sara squeezed down on his cock, her body exploding with pleasure as she came with him, panting and holding him tightly.

"I… I love you, sis." He continued to thrust a bit, his sexual energy wearing down. "I loved fucking you. I love your beautiful big tits in my mouth. I love your sexy body." He paused. "I... I love having you back. I missed you."

"And I love you, Mark; I've... I've always loved you. I've dreamt of you... of your cock reaching deep down inside me, ever since I knew." She looked away. "I'm... I'm sorry... about how mean I've been. Could we just start over, and I can make it up to you?"

As Mark laid there, holding her as the sweaty mess he was, his eyes darted around her perfect pale face, which had reddened from the from a mix of the exercise and arousal of sex. "Well, you can start by going to bed with me tonight... like a sleepover."

"I'd like that," Sara said, before taking a beat. "Mark, could we cuddle? I want to feel you holding me."

"Sure." He wrapped his arms around Sara. As they laid on their sides, he was able to get a whiff of her hair, which fell on top of him.

Strawberries, he thought.

[kol-elijah]

[chacharealsmoothwithme]

sibiling things that happened between sirius and regulus as children

-sirius and reg used to play ninjas. when sirius was 13 and regulus was twelve, he bought a katana, it wasn't sharp but it was still metal. One day they were play-swordfighiting and regulus blocked a hit (from the blunt katana). he started bleeding so much while sirius was just begging him not to tell mum because they'd be in so mich trouble. Regulus never said anything but still has a visible white scar on his palm

-regulus used to take sirius in rooms then turn the light off,run away and lock him inside

-sirius once hid in Regulus' closet for hours after dinner only to jump out ON him hissing and pretending to be a monster

-regulus used to pretend to go crazy and start chasing sirius telling him quite violent and scary things, chasing him with a kitchen knife. it happened more often than you'd think. (there was one time when after they finished running and sirius had locked himself away from reg and made him stop playing because it was scary. when sirius got out and they went on the couch they realised that their parents and some.family friends were in the other room and had heard all the screaming)

-regulus once bit sirius so hard and for so long he accidentally gave him a hickey

[moon-isbreaking]

My brother

My brother, deep down, is a kind soul

Deep down, he’s sweet and loving

Deep down he’s the child I used to know,

The sibling I long for

Deep down, the little brother I used to cuddle with, still long for his big sister

My little brother doesn’t hide the fact that he’s afraid of the dark,

He will ask for my help

My little brother doesn’t hide the fact he loves me,

For he’s not ashamed

My little brother hugs me and he doesn’t need to hurt me

For he wants me to know it

My little brother is like my twin, another side of the same coin that I am part of

Were so alike and yet so different

My little brother loves our differences, we make each other whole

But my brother, he doesn’t need me to be part of him,

He doesn’t need me to be whole,

For we’re nothing alike anymore,

Nothing links us if not blood,

Blood is all we have in common

I long for my little brother,

I long for the kind soul,

The sweet boy that played with me,

I long for a time we played together

And it was us against the world

I long for the unashamed affection I no longer receive

I miss my little brother.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

texts I get from my little sister: "i miss youuuuu" "can we ft today" "look at this picture of the dogs"

texts I get from my little brother: "weeble deeble"

[piffany666]

Favourite thing about my brother is that he'll go outside/literally touch grass and his immediate response is to say

"Oh my God it's just like zelda in real life!"

[solarsleepless]

on maddox and jet

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series//Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//evelyn, evelyn//(me)//my brother, my wound by Natalie Diaz//Dear Evan Hansen//Trista Mateer//Grace by Florence + The Machines//Laurel on the responsibility of an older sibling, How The Light Gets In//Motion Sickness, Pheobe Bridgers//Wouldn't Change a Thing, Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas//Frog and Toad Are Friends, Arnold Lobel

[snappyrules]

So yea, this is my goosebumps oc, Kat ^^

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

I'm writing a fanfiction based on the battle of Marineford in One Piece Fan Letter but from the point of view of the Younger Brother

Edit: PUBLISHED!!! Here's the link:

[5tef1]

Here's a headcanon with an eerie, about Jake have a older sister named Jenny. Jake’s fear and Jenny's protective instinct come to the forefront as Jake finally tells her about Uncle Samsonite.

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The house is silent, blanketed in darkness with only a faint glow from the streetlights sneaking through the windows. Mr. Dad is sleeping quite, and Jenny’s just settled into bed when she hears a soft knock at her door. She sits up, confused, as Jake shuffles in, clutching his blanket and looking terrified.

“Jake?” she whispers, surprised. “What’s going on?”

He shuts the door quietly and walks over to her bed, his eyes wide and haunted. Without a word, he sits down next to her and wraps his arms around himself as if trying to keep warm. She’s never seen him look this scared before.

“Jenny… can I stay here tonight?” he mumbles, his voice shaky.

Jenny shifts over and pats the bed, a mixture of concern and curiosity tightening her chest. “Of course, but… what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s… him. Uncle Samsonite. He comes into my room every night.”

She frowns, searching his face. “Uncle Samsonite? Who is he? And he sounds really weird” say Jenny

Jake voice barely a whisper. “He’s not just some weird uncle. He’s something… else. Something mythological.”

Jenny’s expression shifts from curiosity to worry. “Mythological? Jake, what are you talking about?”

Jake shivers, hugging himself tighter. “Every night, he comes to my room. Sometimes, I wake up, and he’s already there, just sitting in the corner, watching. And when I ask him what he’s doing, he just grins and says the same thing… ‘It’s time to have fun, with Uncle Samsonite.’”

Jenny’s heart races, a strange unease washing over her. “What… what kind of ‘fun’ does he mean?”

Jake looks down, his voice barely audible. “It’s never actual fun. He’ll make me play these weird, creepy games, or he’ll ask me these questions that don’t make any sense. Like, he’ll make me stare into the mirror and repeat my name over and over. Or he’ll ask me to count the stars in the night sky, even if I can’t see them. And he says it’s to help me ‘understand the truth.’”

Jenny is silent, trying to wrap her head around what he’s saying… this sounded like something out of a nightmare.

“Jake,” she says softly, putting an arm around him, “you should’ve told me sooner. I had no idea it was like this.”

He leans into her, clutching her tightly, his voice small. “I thought… I thought it was all in my head. But every night, it gets worse, like he’s waiting for something. And I don’t know what he is, Jen. I don’t even know if he’s really… human.”

Jenny feels a chill run down her spine. She doesn’t know what Uncle Samsonite is, either – she’s never questioned it, always chalked it up to his bizarre personality. But now, holding Jake as he trembles in her arms, she realizes there’s something more to this “uncle” than she ever suspected.

“Listen,” she says firmly, pulling him closer. “Whatever he is, he won’t get near you tonight. You’re safe with me, okay? We’ll figure this out. But right now, just sleep here. I won’t let him in.”

Jake nods, breathing a little easier as he clings to her. For the first time in nights, he feels safe, like maybe he won’t have to hear that haunting phrase tonight. He buries his face in her shoulder, and Jenny stays awake, staring at the door, silently daring Uncle Samsonite – or whatever he is – to come near her brother.

And just as she’s drifting off, she thinks she hears a faint voice from down the hall, whispering, “It’s time to have fun, with Uncle Samsonite…”

But she holds Jake tighter, ready to keep him safe, whatever it takes.

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I hope like it😭😭😭 (is my frist time write a headcannon🗿🫶)