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My little sister: "My hair is puffier on one side than it is on the other."
Me: "Maybe because you sleep on that side?"
Sister, frustrated: "I- I don't-... I don't sleep..."
me: *Loses it*
My sister talks to me in this monotone, disinterested voice. It sounds frigid and gravelly as she delivers these clipped answers to me, but I can always catch a hint of impatient annoyance during those rare moments when we share a conversation together. As if I’m a child she has to tolerate and she can’t wait for our conversations to be over.
I know she doesn’t respect me but it still hurts to hear her openly admit it to me. She didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes when she told me this. She was too busy playing with her new Nintendo Switch.
She’s 19 years old and I’m 25, but I still don’t know what I’ve done to make her hate me to such a degrading degree; She refuses to talk to me, refuses to listen me, refuses to even look at me when ever I try to include her into my life. She’s trying to erase my existence from her life as she ignores me everyday.
I told her that I don’t want us to be distant, I don’t want us to be such a broken family, but she just dismissed me with a shrug and a snide, clipped answer: our brother and our dog are enough for her. I’m replaced by a dog. I’ve been replaced by a dog.
I still love my sister. I admire her confidence, her intelligence, her unfiltered mouth. She enjoys so much freedom in her life without ever compromising her independence or submitting to authority. She’s always in control and if she can’t figure something out, she’s undeterred. She never stops that vivacious way of living.
I try to respect her. I try to give her space. I wait for her to come to me and let her know that she can lean on me, no matter what. But I’m tired of this indifference. I’m tired of feeling like the dismissive employee she can’t wait to fire. It’s hard being on the receiving end of this treatment, especially from family. It’s nice to feel like she can rely on her big sister, but that’s when she needs to find extra cash from somewhere.
I think, at this point, it’s better to be strangers with her than family. She’s always been nicer to strangers. We’re already at that point and I’ve just been slow with the uptake this whole time.
Me: I think I love him.
My sister: Well, he's married so sucks to be you.
And she said that while reading something from her chemistry book.
Guess who won this for their little sis love ya happy birthday. MOD~Fluffbun
dumbass!
featuring: haitani brothers, lil sis! reader
genre: fluff, i just love them a lot
synopsis: they didn't know whether to be proud, scold you or smack some sense into you. affectionately of course.
warnings: mentions of scratches, bullying.
"hey, have you seen my baton?" ran never lost his weapon, it was always on him wherever he went so it was a little bit weird for him to waltz into rindou's room looking for the one thing that stuck to ran's body more than those goddamn braids.
"no? i thought you put it on the counter last night when we came home," rindou replied, not bothering to look up from his spot on the ground as he stretched his legs as part of his daily work out routine.
"that's weird, i never lose it," ran hummed a little as he started to make his way out of his brother's room before stopping dead in his tracks.
"hey,"
"what."
"don't you think (name) is kinda late,"
fuck, you took it.
you had walked in yesterday a little frustrated, lil scratch marks on your forearms that you claimed was from a stray cat that you tried to pet. you tried to convince them that it was because the stray cat rejected you, that's why you were near tears and refused to have your snack after school but they should've known something was up when you asked about ran's baton mid-tears.
"you use it all the time?" you sniffed, eyeing the baton sitting on the counter from your spot on the couch and ran hummed, confirming your words.
"yeah, it's useful if you want to cause damage when anyone brothers you, although i wouldn't harm that favorite stray cat of yours, it would be animal abuse,"
ran haitani, 18, almost killed someone before.
"yeah," you mumbled, eyes burning holes in the object.
you indeed took it.
you knew it was very wrong of you to use a weapon when facing someone in a physical fight but this wasn't a one time encounter, this guy had been bothering you for weeks now and if you wanted to get your brothers to intervene you would've.
but you knew it would most definitely cost his life, therefore you causing the damage on him would give your brothers a lesser chance to spend a longer time in juvenile.
"you're gonna use that on me?" the guy sounded way too confident for someone who was gonna get his shit rocked. you knew what ran's baton was capable of, you've seen him use it on people before and almost send them into a coma but he would always turn around and flash you the sweetest smile before attaching the weapon to his side and saying,
"and that's how you get rid of a burden,"
before you could even throw a hit at the guy, you heard a whistle from behind you, one that was way too familiar and that had you flinch a little when you realized you probably blew your cover by losing track of time.
"I hope we're not late to the show," ran started with a small grin, one that made you frown when you realized that the guy in front of you was in more trouble than he thought he was.
"late? listen dude, the show just started, I was actually thinking about telling you guys beforehand that I got myself a little bitch to have fun with, y'know as a way of welcoming me in roppongi," the guy grinned in pride, eyes twinkling with joy at his choice of words and just how happy the haitani brothers would be to know that he got himself a toy.
said toy being their sister that he didn't get to meet yet.
" 's that so?" you weren't sure if your bully was dumb or incapable of reading a room or both— but ran was far from praising him for his little speech.
"trust me, I've been picking on this feisty one for a week or two now, should've seen her yesterday trying to get me to let go—" you didn't know how rindou got there, but the guy immediately lost his footing and landed on the floor, ass first and before he could even recover, ran was the one pressing his baton under the little coward's chin, you standing close behind with a look that made the guy realize exactly what was going on.
"tell me," ran leaned down, dangerously close to his face and a smile plastered on his face that was far from good news. "was my sister fun to mess around with?"
—
"so stealing my baton was a wiser decision than telling us that you were getting bullied?" you knew ran wasn't going to let go of this easily, he wasn't usually the type to scold you but he was a bit hurt at how you chose to get things done on your own rather than get your two strong, reliable brothers to do the job of dirtying your hands for you.
"I knew you were gonna kill him," you mumbled, hands fiddling with pants as you nervously sat in front of your two brothers like a grounded child, rindou's pissed glare along with ran's disappointed gaze felt like you were being sprayed with icy water.
"and?"
"and you'd go to jail again and leave me all alone,"
you didn't know who you were expecting, but you didn't think rindou was gonna be the one to put his hand on your head first, ruffling your hair endearingly before crouching down to be at eye level with you.
"so you did it for us more than yourself?" you nodded quickly, eyes hesitantly looking from rindou's to ran's before you felt your forehead sting.
"ouch—"
"dumbass? what kind of person thinks this way?" man, you shouldn't have expected rin to stay soft for too long.
"ran," you whined to your older brother in hopes of getting him on your side but based on how he was still tapping his baton annoyingly, you weren't gonna have that.
"dumbass." ran pressed on rin's choice of words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before you were resting your head on the couch.
"you guys are talking like you didn't raise me,"
I— fair point.
"you're still a dumbass with no common sense," rindou added.
"yeah, thank you for the lessons,"
"hey!"
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Marie 💚
( Les Sisters )
I draw Marie for the first time !
Sorry for the Tipp-ex ⚪
Sorry for the Tipp-ex 😅 ⚪
Rapture (A Bioshock Fanfic)
All around her, Rapture oozed and groaned. Its bubbly tunnels and bolt-locked, sunken bowls of districts were like soup ladles filled with giblets. To the average fish in the deep of the Atlantic, the city appeared as a great, dying beast, or an already-festering corpse of monstrous proportions. All around her, Rapture pulsed, slow and unexpectedly alive. The Splicers were like termites in old wood, wearing down the once glorious structures, eating it up with a mindless determination.
She waited for a moment in her hidey-hole, and she tried not to breathe too loudly. Behind her were the bumps and rustles of the others, oblivious and delusional—not to say that she wasn’t, to an extent. Before her lay deceitful silence, punctuated only by dripping pipes and the occasional creak of the old, dying city.
She had never known it before it was like this. Rapture had held no vivacity for the duration of her short little life. Yet it was not home; the closest thing to home was the box she slept in, tucked into one of the Nests. It was just the right size for her, lined thinly with rags that were actually old dresses, much like the faded and bloodstained one she wore from day to day. She’d drawn along the side of it, clumsily scrawled a name she almost knew, one that might have been hers in another life: --silia. Half-buried inside her bed lay a damp, wrung-out doll. Of what type, it is uncertain, but it was something she hugged sometimes, when she had the mind to. Dream time.
Real home—like the mother’s womb, or a cradle—was somewhere here under the water with her: a place with plenty of Adam, angels abounding in delirious sanctity, chalk and toys and bricks and dolls. Real home was now a hazy dream—a quark of insanity that came to her with no particular warning and left just as suddenly, like a Houdini splicer, dying everything rosy before being enveloped in spectral ash.
She thought she saw those roses for a moment before she crawled back inside the vent. She’d heard the others talk about being wrenched out of the vents, tossed to the floor, beaten and robbed and left bruised and broken against the vent wall like a sacrifice at altar, empty of Adam or anything girl-like anymore. She didn’t want that for herself: it was scary. She tensed every muscle in her body, holding her breath even harder, her eyes wide and blank.
A low moan like a sob swept through the silence, tremulous and dangerous. For a moment, she thought that a whale had passed too close to Rapture, and its life was shaking the bones of this old one. No, but a whale could not make her heart feel at once tight and overflowing like this. The sound, which was long and longing and loving, at once filled her up with fear and something like relief. For a moment, she thought she saw the real home.
Still, she hesitated. It was not uncommon for the others to preemptively climb down from the vent and be snatched up and consumed right before a Daddy’s eyes. She had to wait; there was a way these things were done.
She closed her eyes. She wanted to feel him first, not just see the heartless yellow eyes—though she did not know that they were much like her own. Each footstep was heavy, heavier than anything imaginable, than all of the seawater’s weight upon Rapture. They were heavy because they were frighteningly slow, and uncannily steady.
She waited; there was a way these things were done.
When it knocked, the entire vent shuddered beneath her. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Breathing hard—whether out of terror or excitement, it is not known—she opened her eyes and looked out of the hidey-hole into the face of her protector. It was round and blank and bright with attention, the eight eyes shining in different directions, scattering the shadows.
She smiled, backing up so she could turn around and drop out of the vent feet-first. With a little umph! she landed on her bare feet, barely able to feel the cold grooves of the vent from the numbness. When she turned, it was holding its hand out to her, giant, gloved, Daddy’s hand.
Beaming in her ghostly way, she took the index finger into the entirety of her hand, and she allowed the Big Daddy to hoist her up with its other hand, so that she could perch comfortably on its shoulder. The rivet gun slung on its back made for a relatively steady backrest for the moment, still a little warm from its last use.
As she settled onto its back, it sighed: the sound was a comforting rumble, like thunder—though she wouldn’t know what thunder sounded like—and caused the frenzy in her heart to sink into equilibrium with his.
Truth be told, she knew nothing of its heart, or any of its other organs for that matter. Big Daddies had no faces and were therefore not so threatening as Splicers. Every single one was a copy of another; all of them were the same father to every Little Sister. It had been planned that way. This would be the neatest way to teach them not to fear death; if a Big Daddy died, if a Little Sister died, it would be as if one ant in a colony had deceased and lost its purpose, and was therefore no more than food or curiosity to the other ants. Remove the heart out of Little Sisters, and teach them all things as daydream or nightmare; there was a way in which these things were done.
So, she had no way of knowing who the man was—had been—inside the suit. She had no way of knowing that he had a story, a life, that each time he called out into the abyss, he was calling out for his purpose.
Big Daddies did not receive the same instruction as their wards. They were too old. They were sacrifices; not ants, but loyal dogs retrained by leash and kennel. Their prisons were worn around them at all times, simultaneously serving as reward, as safety.
The fear that had wracked through his body, the electrifyingly exhausting sense of defeat, of loss, was now being reversed, as soon as she’d touched him. It was okay. He could try again. She would be his girl, his baby girl. His Little Sister. He could try again, not to let his family down, to be everything to one girl, to do something right. He had another chance.
This was Rapture; this was symbiosis; this was love; this was purpose. Strangers sinking into each other, imprinting on each other, likely to forget each other in the case of death, but willing to do everything inhumanly possible to stay alive, to stay together. Humanity, dangling. Compassion, programmed. This was Rapture; there was a way ‘humanity’ was done.
Follow Josephine Pt. 1 (Another Bioshock Fanfic)
The boat creaked with every gentle wave, and the wind howled around them, though it wasn’t even storming. At least, Angelina didn’t hear rain, but she couldn’t see over the side to check, anyway. It was so cold out here, even with her best coat buttoned all the way up to her neck. She looked up at Mama.
Mama sat on the floor of the boat, her fingers working over her stitching, her mouth moving in a nearly-silent song. Last year for her birthday, she had made Angelina a white hat that had made her the envy of all the girls in the neighborhood; she felt lucky that she could wear it now. They had had to leave so much behind. Angelina hadn’t even thought that they’d had very much to begin with, but still.
Papa and the boatman were talking up by the stern (she knew that word from a book). With the wind in his hair and the moonlight on his face, Papa looked more excited than she had ever seen him—like a little boy.
She remembered the day when he’d come home, his smile nearly shining through the grease on his face, and how he’d ruffled her hair, hugged her tight against him, and said, “Gellie, Gellie, everything is gonna be okay.” The words he’d said after that didn’t make a whole lot of sense: a new place underwater, being free to make his art, Andrew Ryan, Rapture.
“The Andrew Ryan?” Mama had said, eyes bugging. “What’re ya talkin, about, Abe? He’s a business man!”
“It’s real, I tell ya. It’s real. I know it. We can make new lives there, get out of this city. Fran, I could make art again.” Something happened to this voice then, like it got high and tight. He was looking at Mama like one word from her would make him fall apart. But she didn’t say a word; she just stared. He kept talking, “I-I could sell, again. There’ll be new materials to work with… You could work if you wanted, selling your knitting, doing almost anything! We’ve got savings. It’s enough, I checked, if I just…”
“Abraham.” She was using her stern voice, the one you don’t argue with. Papa swallowed hard, fiddling with his hands. “You’re not making sense.”
After that they talked, and talked. Mama got quiet and worried, while Papa got louder and happier. They kept talking, then Papa stopped leaving for work, then Mama told Angelina to stop selling flowers on the corner, and then they were all packing. When Angelina had asked questions, they said, “We’re moving someplace with more money.” And now they were here.
Papa had his hands on his hips as he turned to look at the fog ahead. “There it is,” said the boatman, his voice low and somehow, scary. “In the fog.”
Angelina ran up to them and grabbed Papa’s hand. She couldn’t see anything, but his warm hand around hers helped slow her breathing. Then his grip tightened a little. “You’re right. I see it! Francine, we’re here!”
“Papa, what is it? What is it? Are we gonna crash?” Angelina hopped up and down, unsure whether to run or climb up the side of the boat. But Papa grabbed her around the middle and hoisted her up, and she did see, then.
A building—the strangest one she had ever seen—was rising out of the water like the horn of some giant sea creature. At its very tip was a flashing light, and a little figure like a bird, or a woman. Water crashed around the stones at its base. “This is the lighthouse, Angelina,” Papa whispered. “We’re home.”
Follow Josephine, Pt. 2
Two AM found them in front of the enormous, slick doors of the lighthouse. To Angelina, they were the most beautiful doors in the world, shining a rich gold color, even in the bleaching light of the moon. She ran her fingers over the decorative waves and grooves just before her father opened one of them up.
It was just as cold inside as out, but the family hardly noticed as they took in the welcoming banner overhead. Over the rich, red fabric, gold letters proclaimed: NO GODS OR KINGS, ONLY MAN.
“Oy!” Mama gasped, like she was about to cry.
Papa moved to hold her, whispering to her. In the huge, stone space, his words reverberated. “We won’t tell anyone, alright? The whole point of the place is so’s they’ll leave us alone. They don’t gotta ask any more questions.”
“This place will be just like anywhere else,” she moaned. She seemed to be sagging in her husband’s grip. “This place will be just like anywhere else, Abraham.”
Angelina stared at them, shivering a little in her coat, dampened by the sea spray. She pulled her eyes away to stare up into the eyes of the man holding the red banner. They were angry and golden. There was a golden plaque, and gold circles in the walls, and big spotlights illuminating the golden man from below. When she looked up, the ceiling was so high above, it was almost a sky scraper. The walls were pale and shining up like a beacon.
No matter what Mama said, this place was like nothing Angelina had ever seen before.
After a few moments, they started moving towards the stairs. Down and down they went, and it got colder and quieter. The waves sounded less like water and more like a pulse, and then finally, like nothing at all. “Papa,” she murmured. “It’s scary.”
“I know, Gellie. Almost there.”
Soon the gentle lapping sound of water returned, and they were looking at a small, round vessel that bobbed in a lake of water. Inside, there were leather seats, wood paneling, and warm light. Music drifted from a radio inside.
They all paused, looking in at it. Angelina had never been in a room like it, much less a car or boat or whatever this was. Papa’s breathing was high and tight. Mama seemed to be muttering to herself, too quiet for either of them.
The radio crackled to life. “I am Andrew Ryan and I am here to ask you a question.” Mama glanced at Papa, eyes wide.
“Didn’t I tell ya, Bubbala?” He was grinning so wide, Angelina barely recognized him. “Didn’t I tell ya?”
Mama shushed him as Andrew Ryan kept speaking. Angelina had trouble focusing on his words, however, when she spotted an enormous eye out of the window of the boat-shaped thing. As Andrew Ryan spoke, the tiny ship had descended and appeared to sail through the ocean, past fish, reefs, and—Angelina gasped—even whales! “Mama!” she squealed, pointing at a long, sharp-toothed eel, and then at slug-like creatures that pulsed red like hearts against the dark sand.
“Hush, Angel,” Mama whispered. But Angelina barely heard her. She pressed her face against the glass, unable to resist making faces at the fish beyond.
She screamed when a shark bumped into the little sub.
“I chose Rapture,” he was saying.
Ahead, lights shone in the gloom. Angelina thought she saw buildings, like skyscrapers. Lit-up signs, ads for food and music, and men walking around in the sand, eight eyes shining like headlights. Angelina felt herself freeze. Her fingertips were numb from touching the glass.
Mama and Papa were silent, too. Nobody moved until Angelina heard a strange noise and turned to see Papa with his face in his hands. “Didn’t I tell ya?” he was moaning, rocking in his seat.
“Papa? Are you okay—eep!” The tiny bathysphere hitched against something and shuddered to a halt. Water sloshed and sucked against the windows. Angelina fought a whimper, unsure of where to turn. Were they drowning?
Mama was gripping Papa’s hand tightly when the door opened.
Outside, talk echoed off the high ceiling and walls. Footsteps, like the thrum of the city, met Angelina’s ears, like an old lullaby. “Mr. Fischer?”
Papa was helping Mama out of the bathysphere when the man in the suit walked up to them. Angelina couldn’t stop staring. She had never seen someone so clean, so happy. He had a hop in his step, and a shiny watch with a leather band. His young face was mustachioed, and he inclined his head politely at Mama. “Pleasure to meet ya, Fischers. The name’s Aidan. I’ll show ya to yer rooms.”
OMG!
MY SISTER IS LISTENING TO MUSIC ON HER SWITCH (it's plugged into the tv) WATCHING YOUTUBE ON HER PHONE AND DOING SOMETHING ON HER LATOP!!
SHE MADE ME TAKE HER CHORE SO SHE COULD CLEAN HER ROOM
AND SHE IS TECHKING IT UP IN THE LIVING ROOM WHILE I DO HER FUCKING CHORE
I am livid
Jen: [about Bruce] don’t worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair.
Jen: I know. I read his diary.
Thor: He thinks it’s fancy?
Prompt: Family
Prompt By: Myself
Day 16
No Text Vers Under Cut:
...not my little sister reading my Wattpad fic and during class slowly turning to look at me to say “You have a book full of simps”
I guess showing support for my writing makes y’all simps now. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, the small gremlin child (Not Tommyinnit--) does.
Family Portrait by @lamonyo .
Family Portrait by @lamonyo .
hello bioshock fandom, can i join? 👉👈
uncensored under the cut
i started playing bioshock recently and now i can't stop thinking about this gameeeee
the scene here is from my playthrough when a Big Daddy with a Little Sister blocked my way in this coded room somewhere in Fort Frolic and i just sat there, terrified to move for about 5 minutes until they kindly decided to move away lol
Imagine being like a little sister for Sherlock Sherlock x sister like reader
I do not own Sherlock, this is just a fanart and I do not make any money with it. All rights go to the rightful owner.
Also I am not a native so please do not be to hard on me for mistakes.^^’‘ This fanfiction is not about love. It is more about the protectivnis of Sherlock for a little sister
a lot of fluff, self consciousness, angst
Enjoy ^-^ This story plays after the 4th season. John and Sherlock decided that John and Rosie should life in the Baker-street together. Sherlock thought it would be better for John who was still suffering from losing Marry and he also actually liked to have Rosie around him, not that he would ever admit that in front of anyone except for small little Rosie, yet everyone somehow already figured it out and just smiled silently about the detective. John on the other hand thought it would be better for Sherlock to not life alone and even if he did not want to really say it out loud he knew deep down the he just know needed a true friend by his side and his best friend was without any doubt Sherlock Holmes. Also Rosie loves Sherlock and Misses Hudson became like a Grandmother to her. Oh and do not forget about the third person living in Bakerstreet 221B (y/n) (l/n). She was a young university student and Rosie's Babysitter. How she came to live with the three of them? At first she was simply Rosie's Babysitter, but then her friend she lived with in a small cheap apartment close to the university had to change her place of study because of her fathers wishes. (y/n) was not able to pay the bills on her own and was desperately searching for a new place, but finding a not too expensive place became an unmanageable task. Then one day John asked her again to watch over Rosie and despite her stress and problems she could not say no to the man looking pleadingly at her. It was late at night Rosie was fast asleep and you were trying hard to stay awake in front of your computer, currently writing yet another message in hopes of getting a place to stay. Your time was running short and you began to feel helpless. Tears started to sting in your eyes, as suddenly your laptop was closed . You jumped and nearly screamed but Sherlock had put a hand on your lips: “ We do not want to wake up Rosie, do we? I am sorry for scaring you, dear.” he let go of you and you took a deep breath still a bit straddled but now getting calmer knowing it was him. He always had something about him that calmed you. You smiled sheepishly at him, a little embarrassed to get scared so easily and not noticing him beforehand. He just looked at you and for a short second you thought he looked worried, but you must have imagined that. Sherlock never looked worried at people except for very few very special people and you surely were not one of them. You were still surprised you were even worth his attention. “Oh (y/n) you are still awake? You know you could sleep on the sofa or take the bed in the spare room.” Yes, the apartment had more rooms than it would seem. There were John's, Sherlock's, Rosie's, the main room, the kitchen, the bath and the spare room. “Well, yeah..” you laughed silently but it sounded hollow to you . You did not want to bother them with your problem so ..“ I still had some work from university I..” “Liar” Sherlock interrupted you looking not very pleased with you. It was hard to stand against his gaze so you averted your eyes and looked down. “She is desperately looking for a place to life, since her friend is leaving the apartment and probably even the university” Sherlock explained for John. “How do you..” said man started and Sherlock rolled his eyes: “ It is obvious really. The fact that something is wrong was evident since you asked her yesterday. She immediately excepted. Normally she would need few minutes to ask her friend if she was okay with it, because they only have one key, since she lost hers a few days ago when she came here, meaning they would have to match their plans. Could be vacation but it is the end of the term and the exams should start the next few days, no student goes for a break so close to the exams, so something has changed. When she arrived here her whole body was tensed and her smile was clearly forced, even you noticed it John, you mentioned to me you were worried about her, when we got the cab. Also she was clinking to her apartment key for her dear life. She has long left her apartment but instead of putting it in her bag she held it all the time. My line of thoughts was confirmed when I found her just a minute ago with tears close to spill in her eyes and shaking hands in front of a page with many apartments. The only question is..” he looked at you again “Why did you not ask for help? I know you have not a really close relationship to your parents. You talk with love and admiration about everyone in your life, but you only talk about your parents when you are asked about it and even then you only give short neutral answers. Also they are quite distant and strict towards you. You were utterly confused when you saw first how John behaves towards Rosie. He is a really caring dad and Rosie loves to cuddle a lot. There was something sad in your eyes, also you were constantly afraid to make mistakes in our eyes and make us angry, more than people would normally worry about it. Could also have been a abusive or short tempered boyfriend but you did not lie when you answered Misses Hudsons Questions, saying you never had a boyfriend, also I never found you in physical harm. Your roommate also could not be the reason, you love her dearly. So for a behavior this strong with out a recent trauma, it must be a behavior learned on from a young age, so probably parents. Which fits with you never talking about them. This out of the way, the true question is, why did you not ask us for help? John is quite thankful for your work and made it clear to you he would be happy to help you out if there would ever be the need, still you just lied to us. If you asked me, you stupidly believed it would be wrong to bother us, but if you need help you should take every help you can get especially if someone already told you he would gladly help you.” When Sherlock finished you felt exposed and like an total idiot but on the same time you knew he was right. Also it really surprised you how much he had watched over you. You had always thought he would see you as unimportant and would ignore you, seeing he usually does not really talk to you, or spare you more than a glance. “ I...I am sorry...You are right..I really need a place to stay...and I am going out of options...” “Say John, do you feel like we really need a spare room?” Sherlock then asked to your grate confusion. “You mean...” John started and then understood” of course she can live here. Rosie would love it and I think she would be a joy to have around and Misses Hudson surely is not against it she really likes (y/n).” “The bill is not even expensive when we share it through two, with three people it would be more than affordable for you. I hope you have nothing against violins. You should already be used to my experiments.” Sherlock finished. So this was how you ended up living with Sherlock, Rosie and John. One weekend John and Rosie went to visit Johns parents leaving you and Sherlock alone in the flat. You were sitting on the table in the main room and working on a exam while Sherlock was playing the violin. You were already exhausted but you felt like you were not doing any good and still needed to do way too much to stop for now even when you still had some days time ahead of you. You never had much self-confidence but this exam and the always shouting professor of the class were getting the worst of you. One day he had picked you out of the mass of students and made you feel like a complete idiot in front of everyone asking you question you never heard or knew the answer of . Before that, you thought you could manage this class but since that day you just found you failing over and over at the exercises and could not find yourself able to follow the lessons. To even worsen your situation, the exam you had to finish was quite important and you were scared to mess it up. Still you had not talked about it. Not even with John who was looking after you like you were a younger sister or a second daughter, neither did you talk to Sherlock even when you got his look that said 'There is clearly something wrong with you talk to us. Sherlock would never say it out loud but he was looking after you just like John. In his own special way Sherlock look after you like you were a little sister to him. That went so far that even Mycroft started to watch over you. Yet, you never realized that the Holmes brothers especially Sherlock cared about you. You liked both of them very much, but you were too self conscious to think these two genius could care about a simple girl like you. You thought Sherlock took you in, because it would make things easier for John and Rosie and the bill for everyone shorter and that he talked to you because you were simply there, same going for Mycroft. Of course the two brothers noticed, but being them they found it hard to show you how important you have become for them in the last months. You sighed frustrated as you read the same line for the third time “ You know you should go to sleep, you look awfully tired, young lady” Sherlock spoke up. “I..” you yawned “I just have to get a bit further” Sherlock rolled his eyes “ and you believe you will be any good in you current state?” He stated the obvious. “Just a little bit more....” Sherlock said nothing to it and began to play again. After a few seconds you realized it was a lullaby. That clever bastard, you thought. You could see him smirking when you took a look over your shoulder. He knew that you have fallen asleep to him playing this exact song, he had written a few months ago, many times before. Every time you went into the kitchen to get some water after another nightmare, you had quite many because of bad car accident you had to witness a few weeks ago, Sherlock was still awake not saying a word to you but when you went back into your room you heard him play this song. The first time you thought of it as coincidence the detective has the oddest hours to play, but after a few times you realized that that by no chance could be a coincidence anymore. You began to really love the song. It made you feel save and remembered you that he was there, playing. You were not alone, you were save at his watch. He never spoke about it but you somehow just knew the meaning of his song and always fell asleep to it. This fact was making it really hard for you not to fall asleep and before you noticed your head was on the table and you were dozing off. You felt something warm circling around your waist and arms and your eyelashes fluttered but a gentle voice made you close them again “It's just me, you are okay. Sleep you are save” you knew this tone. He uses it for Rosie and also when he ever has to calm the few people he sees as friends. It is a gently tone, gentle caring and protective and you were more than honored when he first used it for you. It was straight after you had seen that terrible accident. You had somehow found your way to the baker-street. You were a trembling mess. Sherlock and Mycroft were playing a party of chess, while everyone else were out for a walk in the park. “Dear God what happened to you,(y/n)?” Mycroft had asked and you remember that you were confused he remembered your name, when your legs gave up on you and you just fell to the ground crying. That day was the first time Sherlock used that tone on you. It was also the first time the detective hugged you. He even carried you to your bed and pulled the blanked over you. You had never seen someone die before. You cared much for other people so that experience haunted you. You were totally overwhelmed. You faintly remember Mycroft and Sherlock talking to you. Getting an idea what had happened and tried to calm you down. Even when John arrived Sherlock did not leave your side. You apologized a day later at the two for having had to deal with you but Sherlock just said it was a completely normal reaction especially for someone your age and Mycroft agreed. “Sherlock” you mumbled “Please I really still need to work on that exam.” “No you will not and there is no need to it for today. I know for a fact that you have several days left to finish it” he lifted you in his arms and began to carry you to your room. You knew you had by now more than lost against the detective but you were too afraid to go to sleep and kept on trying. But when you started to move his grip just got tighter. He was really stronger than one would expect. “Stop fighting a fight you know you have already lost.” he was still using this soft tone knowing it was calming you. He put you down on your bed and to your great surprise sat at the side of your bed. It was already dark in your room. He had turned out the lights and you could see the stars John brought to the ceiling, saying it might calm you when you wake up from a nightmare. You at first felt like a small child, but then you realized you loved it. Your parents never did such things for you, saying you needed to be an adult even when you were still a kid and quite scared of the dark. A hand began to stroke your head and you froze before giving in to the feeling. It was a nice feeling. It was just strange for Sherlock to act like this. Still you really liked it. Suddenly you felt like you should talk to him about your exam. Like he wants you to talk about it with him. “Sherlock..?” “Mhm, what is bothering you (y/n)?” you slightly said up and were surprised that Sherlock put an arm around you to support you, his hand gently rubbing your back in a soothing manner. “ I...I am scared..I...I feel so dump and like a total idiot...I can not pass that exam Sherlock...I just won't make it..I am scared...I see it ..I still see all this pictures in the night..” you told him everything about the exam, about the bad experience with your professor and about the nightmares and how they stole your sleep. He just listened and when you finished you realized you were crying and you could not stop. You know it was not a life threatening thing you had to deal with, but it still really scared you and stressed you out. Also you had for too long kept silent about it. Sherlock surprised you by pulling you into a hug. You knew he hates hugs, at least he always states it, but he seemed to know that you needed one and was willing to give you the feeling safety you needed. “Your okay, ….calm down... your alright. Get some sleep. Tomorrow I help you with your exam, what do you say? Also you will see everything gets easier when you have slept a bit. You can do this, dear. You are more than clever enough to do it. You are just self conscious and stressed. Everything is alright. I think I will have to meet your professor and have a serious talk with him. Do not worry about the exam. You got this, you will see and I am here for you. This also goes for the nightmares. You can always come to me, even when I am a sleep, I will do my best to calm you and they will get better with time and you talking about the whole thing, so that your head can comprehend everything that has happened. You can also go to John he often said he would feel better when you would come to us when you had another nightmare instead of crying alone in your bed until you cried so long that you need a glass of water and normally meet me in the main room.” he helped you lay you down “Sleep now...you are save, I watch over you” just before sleep consumed you you managed to mutter “Thank-you Sherlock” and somehow you knew he was smiling.
Castiel x reader ~Guardian Angel~ (Dean and Sams Sister reader)
I do not own supernatrual or its charachters I am just writing to get better and make people smile. I do not earn money with this. If you like this please support the show.
Trigger warning: Panic attacks, selfconsciounes, might even a bit depression
What happens: The reader is alone in the bunker and has a panic attack, Castiel finds her and calms her down. A lot of fluff~
I do not mean to put this topics in a romantic way, I just want to show that is good to get help from the people you love and speak up about it.
The reader here is still a young teenager, so this is not meant romantically, more like two older brothers and a guardian angel Have fun ^^ Also I would be happy about comments and so on =) English is not my first language, please correct me if needed!
You were the younger sister of Dean and Sam. People probably would think you must be pretty badass. Okay, you were quite strong for your age and you surely knew how to fight, even when your brothers would never ever let anyone even touch you. You were their treasure. Their everything and they tried to keep you as save as somehow possible. Away from horrifying things and so on. So when ever possible they would demand from you to stay at your room at the motel or at the bunker. This night at least it was the bunker. Much more comfy and not only a single room. Your brothers were quite far away this time. Further then they would normally be, but since Castiel could check-up on you when ever he or they thought good of it they did not think it would be a problem. You were not a little girl anymore and the bunker was the safest place you could be. Well at least safe against demons, ghost, witches and what ever else should decide to try and kill you. The problem was, your home was not protecting you from something completely different. You had wanted to tell your brothers about it. You knew you could always tell them anything but you were afraid they could be worrying too much on the hunt if you told them or would not go and that would mean innocent people would dye, or even worse they could die. 'and it would be all your fault' it started again. The voice your own head was throwing at you, making you feel like a burden. ' you are broken, you are in the way of anyone. You are just a burden to them. Seriously, they would be better of without the little girl they always of to watch. Oh how tired of you they must be. You can not even do a proper hunt. Have never killed any monster, do you really believe they want to protect your innocence, make sure you are not burden but that sin? Do not be hilarious they just do not think you could handle to kill a teddy bear a monster no less, pathetic...' please please make it stop...your breath had quicken by now, and it got harder and harder to breath, you felt like you were drowning, you know you needed help. Your legs gave up under you and you landed on the floor rather hard. You knew if you would call him he would probably come, but you did not want to seem weak in front of the angel. You meant you barely knew him. Your brothers introduced you a few weeks ago yes, and yes they knew and trusted him since quite sometime. Still you just met him . It turned out you were always a sleep or they were not at the motel and when you met him, you just did not know how to react. You meant he was a freaking angel. You were normally already really shy. Up until now you managed nothing more than a hello to him and he seemed never to see the need to more words than simply that. Still sometimes he was looking at you strangely. 'He just wonders why they are keeping you around. He is an angel how weak you must look to him. When he finds out about this he will only find you more useless, just like your brothers, go call for him, call him and see what happens..' the voice mocked you. You always have been self conscious, because your brothers were so strong and you did not seem to be able to keep up with them. The few yeas you spent in school with the bullying happening there were not helping either. Now you were laying on the ground and sobbing terribly. Begging it to stop, your mind screaming for some peace. “Please help me...anyone ..please...cas...castiel...please help me...” you did not care anymore, what he would do or think as long as he made this stop. You could not take it anymore. You were trembling and fighting for air, when you suddenly heart something that sounded like wings..? “(y/n) what happened?! Are you hurt? Who hurt you?” you were not even able to look up or answer him. Cas looked around the room for any sign of an enemy when he found nothing he already had a suspicion. Gently he got down next to you and gently laid his fingers on your forehead. He sighed when he found you in no physical harm. Still it was clear you were hurting and he was more than willing to help. “Ca-cas ?” you mumbled between sobs. “Hey, there little one.” he used Sams nickname for you in hopes it would help you a bit more to trust him. “ I-..I am ..so-sorry cas-castiel” “calm down (y/n), there is really nothing to apologize for. Okay, maybe you should not have lied to your brothers, saying you were fine, when you were not, lying is a sins you know.” he spoke but was smiling kindly at you all the time. His voice warm and gently. His voice was calming you somehow and in any other state you would have smiled about his words, but not now. Now your lungs were still screaming for air. “Ca-cas..” you whimpered and his eyes softened even more. Carefully he took hold of your arms and bulled you to his chest: “c'mere” He laid two of his fingers against your forehead and suddenly there was warmth. You felt your body instantly relaxing and your breathing getting to normal. You were still crying, but you were okay. It was over, it was finally over. Cas was softly rubbing your back and just for a moment you gave in to exhaustion and let your head fall against his chest. “ They are wrong. Not true at all to be accurate.” You looked up at him clearly confused. “Your thoughts” he gently let a finger ran over your forehead “ They are not true at all. Your brothers love you dearly and they are so proud of their little sister. They are just afraid that you could get hurt and they know how hard it is to life with the burden of the hunts. They just want to protect you.” You nodded weakly tears again threatening to fall. Then you realized something how could he know you were thinking about ...”Yes, (y/n) I am more than able to read your mind as you would call it, but do not worry about that. I still think the same about you. There is no need to be afraid ...if anything I think you are pretty strong. Keeping quiet because you wanted to keep your brothers and other people save even when you were hurting so much... I am sorry it took me so long. That one demon just did not know when to give up. I always worried this might happen one day. All this negative thoughts you had every time we met, or I just checked up on you without you realizing, made me fear you might break under them one day. I always hoped you would turn for help to your brothers but since you did not and I did not want to take that decision out of your hands it came to this. (y/n) I really think you should talk to your brothers, they already realized something is bothering you and they worry because you do not talk about it.” All the while he was talking he was holding you in his arms. You felt like a small child but that did not matter, because you liked that feeling, you felt save for the first time in a long long time. “Cas..?” you asked shyly. He looked at you smiling since you started to pick up his nickname. He raised a brow at you waiting for you to continue “ I..I am ..I am scared...” You hid your face at his chest and nearly expected him to laugh about you, but he did not. He just hugged you tighter. “Then we tell them together? Would that help?” You nodded weakly. “Want to see your big brothers?” he asked and you looked at him surprised “Can I?” He nodded then thought for a moment “Yet you will probably feel pretty dizzy after that and they will be here in around two ours. They are most likely already on the highway. Still wanna go?” he asked you gently. “I think I can wait..” you spoke softly. Suddenly you felt Castiel move and out of reflex you hugged him back for the first time and begged “Please don't leave me alone” His gaze softened when possible even more. He thought you probably were one of the cutest things in this world. He had decided he should protect you when he first heart of you from the two brothers. He did not want them to be in pain because something happened to you, but when he first met you it was clear to him that he would gladly watch over you. Dean and Sam sometimes joked he must be your guardian angel since he was always an eye on you and sometimes worried in situations both brothers were completely relaxed about and sure you would be fine. Like cooking or slicing the bread. He was always afraid you could burn your hands or cut yourself. Still he kept quiet about all this. He learned from the brothers you were pretty insecure around knew people and since his human skills, like he likes to call it were a bit rusty, he was afraid to scare you off or something. But now that you were clinking to him like a lifesaver, he knew there was no need anymore for that distance. You felt save around him. “Do not worry, my dear. I am not going anywhere and I am certainly not leaving you. What kind of guardian angel would I be leaving my charge, especially when she is crying. I promise as long as I have a free will and the power to life I will watch over you and protect you. I will do all in my power to keep you from harm and keep your brothers save and alive and all three of us together will always keep you save. There is no reason to be afraid anymore.” He smiled as you snuggled a bit closer to him. “You are exhausted, you should sleep” he spoke softly. “Don't wanna...I want to wait for my bro-”yawn” thers” now you really sounded like a child you thought but you did not care. You felt like it was pretty okay for Castiel when you behaved like a child from time to time. That was a luxury you often did not have due to your family history when you really were a child. You brothers always tried to make your childhood as normal as possible, but it was clear it was far from normal also you were still a teenager nearly still a child. You just went trough school really fast because you were just as clever as Sam, he'd say even smarter than him.“I will make sure to wake you when they arrive okay?” He stood up and carried you to your bed. When he turned away, you whined softly, emotions and exhaustion still having a hang on you. “ I'll be right back, little one, I just want to call your brothers telling them you are save.” You nodded. He was back shortly after and found you nearly asleep. Smiling he pulled the covers over you and gently touched your forehead making sure you would sleep deep and well without any nightmares.
When you woke up, you saw the faces of both of your brothers on each side of you, slightly leaning over you: “Hey kiddo~” Dean smiled at you and gently stroke through your hair. “Hey there little one” Sammy spoke and gently stroke your cheek. “Your alright? That angel there suddenly vanished on us, saying he had to look after you.” Dean spoke again. “Sorry...I did not mean to..” “hey its okay, no apologizing” Sam interrupted you. Then Cas came in the room and looked at you encouragingly. You took a deep breath: “ Guys...I need to tell you something...” when you finished you found yourself in a bear hug from both of your brothers and found Cas looking proudly at you.
Now when ever you began to feel insecure or began to feel panic or just had a nightmare you would find your brothers or call for Cas if he was not there already there the moment you even began to feel bad before you could even think of calling him. Sam would lay down with you pull you in a bear hug and read stories of calming worlds to you, while dean would tickle you from head to toe and cuddle with you afterwards. Cas would always hug you and tell you of heaven or places he has seen to calm you, when it gets all too much for you, he would use his powers, but mostly he wants you to learn to calm down without them, so that you would learn to handle the situations better and not fear them so much. All of them would listen to you and talk to you about it, often all three of them. Then you most of the time end up with hot chocolate and a disney movie even when Dean complains sometimes and Cas being confused all the time while Sam desperately tries to explain everything to the angle. This were the times you were more than happy.