Your younger sibling had been found guilty of driving intoxicated. Not just by drugs but by alcohol as well, this had infuriated you to no end and after getting them a pretty good plea deal, they refused it and admitted it was just to spite your parents because they had previously pissed your younger sibling off.
You informed them of just how absolutely ridiculous that was and that they were too young to make that decision to which they informed you that they had turned 18 just yesterday and they had a right to their own decisions. Just before they walked past you, you grabbed their arm and turned them to look at you. Looking them dead in the eyes with the sternest look you could create, you flared into their soul.
"You think you're old enough to go to prison?" You asked in a monotone voice not moving your eye contact.
They looked at you and not taking you seriously jerked away and laugh. "I'm fucking 18, do you think I'm scared of you? I'm not a baby anymore, Y/N." And tried to walked off again.
You felt your blood run cold, your parents watching and giving pleading looks for you not to do anything but you ignored it and grabbed your younger siblings hair and spun them around while they screamed and sling them to the floor. "I. Did not. Ask. If you were 18." You kneeled down and stepped on their hair. "Do you think. You are old enough. To go to PRISON?"
You screamed in their face and saw the color run from their face. "B-Big brother/sister." They whined but your face didn't change.
"ANSWER ME." You screamed in their face again. Louder.
"Y-Yes!" They yelled back.
You walked off and turned back to them restraining yourself from beating a helpless person. "Get up." You said sternly.
They obeyed as you walked up to them and stared down at them. "Look at me." You demanded.
"I-"
"LOOK AT ME." You yelled louder.
They looked up with tears in their eyes but it still didn't phase you. You smacked them so hard they nearly fell backwards then you proceeded to pick them up before they could even register the pain then punch them in the gut. "Y/N!" You heard your parents scream but you only looked over at them.
"Stay out of it." You growled as you sat them on their kneels stared down at them before squatting down and getting close to their ear. "We have pampered you for way to long. But right now that changes." You grabbed their hair and pulled their head back.
"You will not do drugs again. You will take this plea deal. You will stay sober until you go to your grave. Do you understand me?"
Your younger siblings looked at you with tears and tried to nod but a nod didn't satisfy you. "DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME, S/N(Sibling Name)?"
They nodded harder and cried out. "Yes! I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry please stop hurting me."
You let them go and stood up. "Get up and go to your room."
And they did just that. Sometimes calm explaining stops working and they need to be reminded that just because you're nice to them doesn't give them the right to disrespect you.
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Disclaimer:
I do not condone violence for young children because everyone learns differently as they grow older. Some people learn from being yelled at, others learn from be encouraged to do better by a calm voice.
If you haven't seen DC Comics' Arrow on Netflix I highly recommend watching it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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February 13th 2020
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Aizawa x Reader (First Person POV/Lemon&Fluff)
Fanfiction>There's many different scenarios here. >No bullshitting around scenes >True lemon/smut >Some things are EXPLICIT af ⚠️Warnings⚠️ •Bondage - (Explicit B) •Restricted - (Explicit R) • CNC - (Explicit CNC aka if you have to Google what CNC is you're t...
