The Outsiders Fanfiction Ponyboy Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

Although I know that no matter how valuable the gift is, it cannot repay your help and care for me at Imperium. She raised her head slowly, her voice slightly choked with emotion. Seeing their beloved sister suddenly in tears, the Bass brothers felt a pang in their hearts. "Yvonne, don't cry. You're our sister. It's our duty to protect you!" "Yes, we’re even willing to protect you for a lifetime!" Seeing that, Justin and Oliver quickly comforted Harriet, followed by the others. Even Levi, who usually didn't say much, was somewhat at a loss this time.

I noticed my ride waiting for me and jumped into the backseat of the car. I laughed my head off as I saw Bill run out of the bar behind me. His fist balled at his side in anger. Bill was pissed, but I couldn't care less. He may think he has one over me, but I know my brother. After my father ran out on us, my brother took his place. We were there for each other when the world decided it wanted to be against us. My brother has always tried his best to protect me. So I knew there was nothing Bill could do to stop me. Especially not now with the expansion taking place.

“Come on, man. You can’t expect her not to have people chasing after her. I mean, have you looked at your sister? Hot as hell, smart, confident... A girl like that’s bound to have boyfriends lining up.” I clenched my jaw, not responding to him. “But nope,” he continued, like he couldn’t help himself. “None of them last longer than two conversations. I wonder why... Oh right. Because her overprotective older brother shows up behind the lockers or on rooftops like this and beats them into next week.” I shot him a warning look, but he didn’t shut up. He just laughed and raised his hands like he was surrendering. “Fine, fine. I’ll zip it. But seriously, you do realize she’s going to find out soo

Rearing back for another, my arm is grabbed and I'm spun around to face my other nemesis. The brother who never stood up for me. The older one who should've been there to protect me. If there's anything I've learned from Heaven Hill, it's you protect who you care about, and the people you don't? You let them fry. This man here didn't give a shit about me. He let me take each and every beating our dad handed down to me. Immediately, I know I'm screwed. "Fuck you," I throw at him as he turns me around, holding my arms behind my back.

“It’s not just a school trip to me. It’s like… a breather from all this. From my brothers. From my messed-up life.” He turned toward me with a suddenness that made my grip on the wheel tighten. “Don’t get me wrong. My brothers are amazing. But sometimes, it’s like I’m drowning in how much they care. Like I can’t even breathe without their permission.” He turned back to the window, eyes half-lidded, and fell into silence. I didn’t press him further. God knows I had a thousand questions. Why did he need so much protection? Why did his life sound like a prison dressed as a home? And why the hell did I care this much?

As soon as he gets his drink, he goes to see his brothers, not wanting to hear any more of our harassment. "It’s almost too easy.” Leana says as we watch him walk over to where Xander, Cayd, Cohen, Clint and Emlyn are talking. Our brothers are definitely on the hunt for their flavor of the night. “They’re such dogs. I hope their mates can forgive them.” Leana says, which makes me feel bad again for not immediately accepting Aolis. The man is ten years older than me, and I know, I’m positive, that he has saved himself for me. Whether by choice or by lack of options, I have saved myself for him as well. I just need to get over this whole brotherly feeling.

I stayed silent for longer than I meant to, letting it hang heavily in the air between us. “I can promise you, you are not the first and you won’t be the last. I doubt you are even the first in the pack. Some will just force themselves to hide it and you shouldn’t be made to feel like you have to deny who you are. I will always appreciate you for being you.” I pulled him tighter. It was odd because he was the older of the two of us, but at that moment, I felt like I was the older protective guardian. I wouldn’t go as far as to call him a brother because of Brodie more than Jackson, but I certainly felt a need to look out for him. Just like he had looked out for me so many times.

he stretched out his hands and bent down where Nolan was sleeping. He carried him on his shoulder and then started walking away towards the exit of the forest without looking back. He was really fucked up. In fact, the situation was fucked up real bad. Here…. he was carrying Nolan and honestly, he was worried about him yet he was the least favorite person he wanted to have contact with. But he was his little cousin. Even brothers fight and the eldest will always end up protecting the younger ones just as he had done with Enzo. The younger brother was always a pain in the ass and it was upon the big brother to forgive and forget.

I failed to protect her from our father when she was little, but I was all grown now, and I’d use merciless methods to protect my family. “Byron Ashford,” my half-brother answered, more than willing to prolong this dialogue. I shoved my hand into my pants pocket. “Thank you for coming,” I dismissed him in a cold tone. Branka’s gray eyes, so similar to mine, furrowed and darted to me, then to Byron and back to me. Without another word, Byron tilted his head and disappeared. But the persistent bastard would be back. He always came back. Like a bad fucking case of herpes.

Now that I'd become a part of this brood, there was nothing I wanted more than to be a part of something bigger. Ironically, the family didn't stop with the four gorgeous guys-they each had a counterpart in the Wright family. Joey Wright and Moby were best friends with almost identical personalities. Jacob, better known as Jake, was Brooks's sidekick, and Landis and Julie had some weird platonic thing going that every one of Landis's girlfriends was jealous of. I wasn't sure who they showered with more protection, poor Julie, or me-she was the baby; I was the victim. Having six large men watching me, daring people to glance in my direction just so they could intervene was overwhelming. Lucki