#sibling!reader

[nosyrobin]

‼️Imagine (baby al ghul-Wayne twins + Jon)

Baby Jon not knowing which is which as he follows Damian the most thinking it’s you. He’s crawling after an angry baby. You just sat there babbling away as Damian sped crawls like a damn demons wanting to get away from the half kryptonian boy. As Damian speeds by you, Jon was gonna pass you until he realized Damian was you.

Eyes shining in happiness, he goo’s at you. Immediately hugging the adorable twin. Damian looks behind him, huffing in annoyance as he sees his twin getting smothered by the super. Jonathan rubs his chubby cheek against your own.

Damian growls, immediately speeding his crawling sped as he bull rushes Jon with his big bobble head. Making Jon blankly stare up at the ceiling. On his back, with his big head he cannot get up. Damian then just plops by his twin who just calmly watched that go down.

[deadghosy]

slytherin boys react to aibling reader clinging onto them,not wanting them to leave after they come home from holidays and sibling literally not letting them go? Like clinging onto their legs,arms,body

HOW THE SLYTHERIN BOYS REACT TO LITTLE SIBLING! READER CLING TO THEM:

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

Ft. The riddles, Draco malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire

A/N: in this, the boys have a normal family, no evil shit 😕 just pure sibling and family love

Tom Riddle

The moment you clinged to him with teary eyes, his face structure softened and picked you up.

“Nonono! DONT leave me!” You said as Tom kissed your head. Tom honestly felt his cold heart melt, the way your eyes tear up made him want to stay longer. But he needs to go back so he can graduate.

“Sweetheart, I promise when I graduate or when a next holiday comes. I’ll show up again.” You sniffled into his chest. “Promise?” “Promise.”

As you watched Tom leave with tears in your eyes still, Tom felt guilty. He loved his little sibling. But the way you cried.

Broke his heart.

Mattheo Riddle

PLEASE DONT…he’s gonna cry. Like literally internally he’s clawing the floor and gripping his hair to not cry while his inner demons want to kidnap you and bring you to Hogwarts with you.

He knows he can’t bring a non-student to Hogwarts. It’s against the rules. But he may break it just for you. As he sees your clinging to his shirt, crying with those soft baby doe eyes. His heart is clenching.

“Mom can I bring them…” immediately your mom says no as mattheo roll his eyes.

When he got to Hogwarts, this bastard already made a plan. He’s gonna kidnap you, make a small little bed and a small bathroom for you. And boom! Bring in extra food from the great hall!

It’s perfect isn’t it..

Draco Malfoy

“Father, I’m taking Y/N with me.” He says with a serious face as you had teared up a bit after he said he was going back to Hogwarts.

Your brother spoils you well, and you love him for that. But you love him for himself more which makes Draco feel even better about.

Your father just rolls his eyes. Which is a simple no. And Draco just sighs. Jokingly telling you he will take you away anyways

Which was actually 50/50 percent a joke cause he actually did show up only to get grounded😭

But he does love you!

Theodore Nott

“NON VOGLIO CHE TU MI LASCI!!” (I don’t want you to leave me!!)

You cried out clinging to his arm. He had visited Italy only to not try and just take you with him. But he knew he can’t as he knee down and hold your tiny hands.

“Ascolta, tornerò, va bene? Forse puoi venire a trovarmi probabilmente. Ma ti amo e ho bisogno che tu rimanga forte per me okay?” (Listen, I’m gonna come back okay? Maybe you can come visit me probably. But I love you and i need you to stay strong for me)

“Ok…” you said in sniffles. You then hugged theo who had a small smile on his face. Kissing your head and forehead as he leaves.

He does send you small letters and gifts he find that you will like.

He loves you dearly

Lorenzo Berkshire

Will cry as well like mattheo. This big brother is gonna send you notes about what his daily life is like as a Slytherin in Hogwarts

So when you get sorted into his house or any other, he doesn’t want you to get nervous when it’s your first time in Hogwarts.

The way you cringed to his leg as you cried for him to not leave you. He immediately dropped to his knees and cried with you.

Leaving your parents to try and separate you both. Your eyes puffy as his nose is slightly runny.

The sibling love is strong as he kisses your head and wishes you goodbye.

He cries a little arriving back to Hogwarts, but he wants to be seen as your strong older brother who can protect you no matter what.

[melzula]

Okay I have an request

So like we are azula and zuko sister and we adored by both but like in the catacombs we choose gaang over azula and zuko of this and please can y/n x sokka and now zuko now wants to join gaang and yeah I am not good with words I hope u understand what I said😁

Y/n can be a firebender or non bender its ur choice anyway

a/n: okay so there’s a lot to tackle in this request which is why i chose to do it as headcanons so i hope you don’t mind !

summary: being the middle child isn’t easy, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula

As the only non-bender and middle child of the royal family, you never felt like you mattered

You were the Black Swan of the palace, a disgrace to your father and his image

You kept to yourself, staying in the shadows and out of his way while your siblings took the spotlight

However, just because your father looked down upon you didn’t mean your siblings shared his sentiment

In fact, they adored you

Zuko was an attentive older brother. He let you follow him everywhere, defended you against anyone who dared speak badly about you, and was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father was feeling particularly cruel

He saw you for who you were, and who you were was an intelligent, kind, talented young woman meant to do great things in her lifetime

Azula, while being particularly mean to Zuko at times, never once treated you the way she saw her brother

Despite you being a nonbender, she surprisingly never speaks down to you or makes you feel less than

It could be because she doesn’t see you as competition as she does Zuko, or maybe she truly does just feel genuine sisterly love for you

Maybe it’s because whenever she felt your mother was unfairly favoring your brother over her, you were always there to assure her that she was a wonderful bender and just as important

Maybe it’s because sometimes she wished you could be her mother instead

Whatever her reasoning, Azula sees you as a comforting presence in her life. She seeks your validation constantly almost as much as your father’s, and she’d do anything to protect you and your honor

Things became worse for you when Ursa left. She could no longer intervene when your father felt like tormenting you, and your siblings knew better than to say anything in your defense. Shortly after her banishment, Ozai deems it best to send you away to the academy since he has no other use for you

Your departure is hard for both siblings. Zuko is gutted that he can no longer be there to protect you or look after you. Though she acts as if she couldn’t care less, Azula is devastated at your leaving. Her source of comfort is being ripped away from her, and she has no one to look out for her

At the academy you learn various forms of physical combat and weaponry wielding. You’re especially fond of using tanto swords in battle and they’ve become your weapon of choice when in a fight

Zuko and Azula send you letters during your stay at school behind your father’s back updating you about your home, their lives, and their annoyance of each other. You keep every single one they send, and it eases the ache of your home sickness

It’s also at the school that you learn of the Agni Kai and Zuko’s banishment. Your heart breaks for your older brother, and you’re devastated at the fact that you never got the chance to say goodbye and you may never see him again. He still sends letter for a time, but as the years pass they become less frequent and almost nonexistent. Azula’s letters follow the same path

Years pass and your father deems it time for you to come home. Now that you’ve made a decent fighter out of yourself he finds your worthy of being his daughter again

However, your stay is short lived. Azula recruits you to be part of her little team to capture the Avatar and your brother, and you don’t really have any other choice but to agree

You downplay how skilled you are in fighting so that she doesn’t expect much from you and force you to do too much of the work. You don’t want to go against her, but you also don’t want to have to fight your brother and your uncle

You also don’t exactly feel good about destroying the world’s last hope for peace

And that’s why, when the time comes, you choose the Avatar over your siblings

You’re tired of being pulled back and forth, of always being stuck between your siblings with no real purpose, of not being able to do anything for yourself

Zuko is astonished by your choice and conflicted. Just when he finally had found his way back into the family you chose to leave it. Why were you doing this? Why were you ruining everything?

Azula is furious. Your betrayal hurts worse than mother’s. You’d always taken her side, always comforted her and supported her, you’d always been there, and now you were leaving. How dare you leave her?

“You fool!” She’d cried, angrily sending a blast of blue flames your way knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop it. If not for Iroh, surely her strike would have ended you. The fact that your own sister was willing to hurt you for the cause was enough proof to know you were making the right decision

You help the Avatar escape and join his group, vowing to help them in any way you can to win the war. Your fighting skills and knowledge of the Fire Nation makes you a big help and they appreciate your assistance

It doesn’t take long for you to win their trust and acclimate into their group. You become fast friends with everyone, growing especially close to Sokka who may or may not have a huge crush on you

He definitely becomes your shoulder to lean on when things get tough, because he knows it can’t be easy for you to just leave all you’ve ever known behind. you struggle constantly over having to choose the Avatar over your siblings, but he constantly assures you that you’ve made the right choice

Least to say your departure makes Zuko’s return home even more conflicting and turmoil filled. How can he enjoy being back home when you’re not there to enjoy it with him? How could he be happy knowing his sister was out there risking her life to help the Avatar?

Your decision definitely inspires his own to leave the Fire Nation and aid Aang and his friends

Your abandonment of your siblings also fuels Azula’s descent into madness, fueling her fire to continue her mission to capture the Avatar

It’s a rough position you’ve found yourself in, but it’s not like your whole life hasn’t been you stuck in a terrible spot

Being the middle child is hard, especially when your siblings are Zuko and Azula

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {1}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: A little crack!fic as a driver!reader who is Max's little half-sister. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, protective big brother, sibling antics, daddy issues. WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

There was nothing that irked you more than being called a Verstappen. Yes, you were Max’s sister, but that was where the relationship with the name ended. Your sperm donor, as you publicly referred to Jos, had never been a part of your life and that was one blessing you were thankful for. 

Somehow the bastard's genetics had won and that stupid racer’s blood ran in your veins. You liked to go fast. Your mother said that you could run before you could walk and the same went for driving. At 17 years old you had your super licence before your drivers licence, making it legal to drive at 200 mph around a circuit with insane corners but not 30 mph on the street.

Something about that seemed…odd.

It was worth it in the end. You could still remember the look on Jos’ face when you signed for Alpha Tauri. Oh, how the bastard had tried to credit himself with your achievement. But there were more similarities that you shared with your half sibling than you were willing to admit. One of those shared traits was brutal honesty. And you had let your honest thoughts fly when Jos opened his mouth.

Three years later the sperm donor was still bitter. He would surely have to get used to it, especially since you had just been named as a Red Bull driver, alongside Max.

Round One - Bahrain 2022 “This is a historical first, siblings racing together on the same team,” Ted Kravitz said as he walked along the pit, stopping outside Red Bull’s garage. “The two Verstappen's will be fighting each other for the Driver Championship, once again, while simultaneously working together to win the Constructors Championship. A very, very exciting season ahead I can already tell.”

You had been pulling your helmet on, about to climb into the RB18 when you heard the comment. The short temper you were well known for flared and you sauntered into the pit lane. “Hey, Ted Crapitz,” you called out as he stood writing in that little notepad of his.

He looked up a little stunned and his eyes darted at the camera that was always following him around. “It’s, uh, Kravitz.”

“Oh, my apologies, I thought it was just normal to make up offensive surnames. No?” you asked as you arched an eyebrow at him. “Because Verstappen isn’t mine, so don’t ever call me that again.”

“S-sorry, my mistake,” he stammered, but you were already shoving your helmet on and grabbing the halo to climb into your car. “A bit of a slap on the wrist for me there.”

You had no doubt that the video would go viral and the comments would call you a bitch but you didn’t care. Jos was a piece of shit and your mother didn’t raise you all on her own, working two jobs to pay for your karting years, just for you to be called a fucking Verstappen.

There was no better feeling than pulling out of the garage and heading to the track. The finely tuned car purred beneath you and you could feel the restrained power of it just waiting for you to pass the pit marker so you could push the throttle and free the beast you had worked hard to control.

“Radio check,” your engineer, Nicholas, ordered through the headset.

“Tell big bro to keep his mouth closed during the race. It can’t be healthy to eat my dust.” 

“Understood.”

The jeroboam size bottle of Ferrari Trento looked enormous in your hands as you shook it up and sprayed Charles and Carlos back after drenching you first. You may have been on the bottom step of the podium but you celebrated as if you had taken 1st place. Turning the bottle on the crowd, you spotted Max at the front with a wide grin on his face as he cheered with the rest of Red Bull. 

It was a little disappointing that he had DNF’d but there was always next week to battle it out again. In the meantime you enjoyed the adrenaline of the podium finish and the image of Jos standing to the side with a face like a slapped ass. It was a feeling you could definitely get used to.

Round Eleven - Great Britain 2022 The leaderboard changed almost every week, flipping like hotcakes between you and Max. It was labelled as sibling rivalry, and for once the media got it right. Though you hadn’t grown up with Max there was an innate need to know who was better, who could push the limits harder and who could get away with it. Some weeks it was you, some weeks it wasn’t. It was all part of the fun. 

Fun. Now that was something that came in spades. The camaraderie that came with the competitiveness was always something you enjoyed moving up from F3 and F2 before reaching F1. With only 19 other people sharing the same experience with you, it was impossible not to grow close to them. 

“Can you let Max in front today?” Lando asked as you walked along the grid. “Please?”

“Why would I do that?” 

“Because he’d rather look at your ass than Max’s, if he can hold third place.” You turned to the other McLaren driver to see a grin splitting the Australian’s face. 

“Aww, Lando, the real English gentleman,” you tutted sarcastically as you pulled your balaclava off your shoulder and snickered when it slapped Lando across the back of his head.

“Unnecessary violence, Spitfire,” he gasped before muttering under his breath, “I know who you get that from.”

A growl pulled back your lips and you punched him none too softly in the bicep, which was a double edged sword because it was far harder than you were expecting and you felt the hit in your knuckles. 

“Oh, Lando, Lando, Lando,” Daniel chuckled as he walked off to his car. “When are you going to learn?”

“You know the car goes faster with less weight,” Lando said as he rubbed his arm.

“Yeah, so?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “All that baggage you carry is weighing you down.”

“Well, that’s just stupid, metaphors weigh nothing...” You pulled your balaclava over your face as you walked from the second row to the front where the two Red Bulls were parked side by side. 

“Hey Lan,” you called out as you turned back with the urge to lighten the mood after he had looked crestfallen. “Don’t get too excited when I warm up my tires, that’s not me shaking my ass for you.”

You could see the corners of his eyes wrinkle with a smile that was hidden by the balaclava he pulled on. “A lad can dream, Spitfire.”

You had earned the nickname of Spitfire from dog-fighting your way to the front of the pack and it was one you were proud of, it certainly beat being called a bitch day in and day out. 

“Just keep it to your dreams, yeah? I’m already paying too much for therapy.”

“You can talk about your daddy issues later,” Max interrupted, tossing your helmet into your waiting hands. “Get in your car, zusje.”

You grinned to yourself as the formation lap began and you started weaving across the track to warm your tires. All Lando would be able to think about was your ass as the rear wing swayed side to side and the thought of made you laugh since you lived to torment the guys on and off the track.

“Radio check.”

“I can’t wait to show everyone the upgrades.”

“Understood.” There was a pause before Nicholas returned. “Uh, you weren’t scheduled for any upgrades.”

Your start was terrible as Max flew away at lights out and then you were nearly clipped in the first turn by Lando, the swerve you took to avoid a collision letting Charles slip straight past.

“DRS activated this lap.”

You passed the starting line on the heels of Charles, Lando close behind but not close enough to use DRS just yet. The Ferrari was quick but he was out of Max’s DRS range and your straight line speed was far superior, it was only a matter of time before you reached the first DRS zone and made your move to overtake. 

“Did you just use indicators?”

You laughed as you hit the buttons on your console before pulling out of the slipstream, the rear wing opened to reduce the drag, and flew past the red car. You hit the new button the electrical engineer had rewired before pulling in front of Charles and laughed as you saw the replay on the big screens around the circuit.

“It’s only polite to indicate when overtaking. Have you never read the road code?”

“I’m more worried about the FIA regulations than the road code.”

“You worry too much, Christian can afford a little fine.”

“£150,000 for a laugh! Are you taking the mick outta me?”

You tried to keep a serious face as you faced Christian but one look at Max’s amusement had a smile cracking through. 

“No, you don’t get to laugh about this,” Christian snapped, pulling your attention back to him. “You too, Max. It’s like having a couple of fucking children around here.”

“It was nothing to do with me,” Max argued. “I would never pull a stunt like that.”

“You have something on your nose,” you said as you pointed and he wiped at it. “Nope, still brown.”

His lip twitched before he snickered and playfully shoved your shoulder. 

A heavy sigh of disappointment filled the private room in the motorhome and you both looked at Christian. “With Max winning last year we are going to be under even more scrutiny, and this sort of behaviour isn’t going to earn us any favours. Cut the shit out and pay the fucking fine.”

You started to open your mouth to point out the fine was charged to Red Bull not you but a sharp elbow from Max had you clamming your lips closed again. 

“She’ll be better behaved,” Max promised with a glare that warned you to stay silent to save yourself from lying.

“Fine, get out there before the interviews are finished.”

You were never a fan of the post-race interviews but you left Christian’s office like it was lights out, racing ahead of Max to get to the media pit. 

You skidded to a halt at the side of the stage and Charles patted the empty space between him and Lando just as Max arrived. The other space on the couch was at the end beside Lance and you looked at Max with narrowed eyes before making a break for the better seat. Lando had to jump aside as you slammed into the seat just before Max but it didn’t stop him from planting himself on top and you groaned at the weight.

“Second place again, Max Emillian,” you wheezed as you tried to push him off and looked at Charles. “A little help?”

“Sorry, there are universal rules: we can’t interfere with sibling rivalries,” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Arthur’s my favourite Leclerc.”

Max took full advantage while you were distracted, staring daggers at Charles, and shoved you aside to take the cushioned seat with a smarmy grin. “Remember, best behaviour,” he warned as he got comfortable and accepted the microphone handed to you.

He should have known that the challenge couldn’t go unanswered and so you stood up, but you weren’t admitting defeat. His smile fell when you sat down on Lando’s lap, much to everyone’s surprise. 

“Hands off my sister, Norris,” Max quipped, but Lando’s hands were still in the air from where he froze, not knowing what to do with them or where to put them.

“This is quite comfy,” you noted as you wriggled around. “Maybe this can be my spot every week.”

“Fuck, fine,” Max growled as he stood up and walked down the line to sit with Lance. “Take the fucking seat.”

Charles laughed as you slipped into the seat and he held his fist out. “Everytime.”

You bumped his fist and smirked as the interviews finally got underway. “Every damn time.”

Click here for part two.

[katzu919]

okau so this idea randomly came to mind so if requests r still open may i request a one of tartaglia’s little brother whos the reader. The reader even being younger than tartaglia he could be around (18-20), he ended up falling into the abyss like tartaglia, it felt as if it was years for reader in the abyss but was maybe only a couple hours. tartaglia finds out about this and hunts down his brother and comforts him since he knows what its like in the abyss. idk if this makes sense but take ur time :) , ive seen ur page floating around for a while now and just ended up following u lmao

call of the abyss

Ajax had returned to Snezhnaya after being abroad for work. Ajax’s brother, Y/n had just turned eighteen and Ajax got to celebrate it just a few days late. Y/n and his friends went out to celebrate him finally becoming an ‘adult’.

“Oh come on!” One of his friends nudged his arm. “The night barely began!” His friends laughed. They had been hanging out in an old fort they’ve had since their younger years. The old building somehow surviving the harsh weather of Snezhnaya for multiple years.

“I promised my brother I wouldn’t stay out too late so we could hang out. And he’s rarely home and I don't want to waste this time I have with him.” He replied as I stood up from the wood plank he was sitting on.

“It’s fine man, we get it.” His other friend replied. They sat higher up, looking down on Y/n. “You good to walk home by yourself? I think we’re going to stay out.” Y/n nodded his head and crossed his arms, and annoyed look crossed his face.

“Yes I can. I’ve walked the path many times, I don’t even live far.” He huffed as he made his way out of the fort. His friends laughed at his reply as he slowly made his way towards his home.

The snow crunching beneath his feet as the wind started to pick up a bit. Y/n groaned as he pulled his coat tighter to himself. Snow started to blow up around him making it hard to see anything but a few feet in front of him. His breath started to fasten as panic set in a bit. How did the weather change so drastically so quickly? The wind pushed him around as his surroundings started to become less familiar. Did he get turned around? He swore he never changed the direction he was walking in. Did the wind slowly push him in another direction? His breath started to become more panicked but before he could take another step the floor fell beneath his feet. All at once he was falling into darkness, the wind and snow no longer anywhere to be seen or heard.

Absolutely silent.

When Y/n stopped falling he hit the ground with a groan. He didn’t know how long he was falling or even how he survived the fall. He slowly got up, his hands shaking a bit as he slowly took in his surroundings. Blue and purple surrounded him, stars littered the dark sky above him. Where was he and how was he going to get out? The hairs on the back of Y/n’s neck rose as he heard the faint sound of something making its way over. He quickly stood up, his legs and arms shook as he did so. He pushed through as he slowly ran away from whatever seemed to make its way over, not too keen on meeting the inhabitants of this strange land.

-

Y/n wasn’t sure how much time passed since he fell down here. Time seemed to move differently than it did back in Snezhnaya. Was he even in Teyvat anymore? He didn’t know. It felt like months he’s been here but his body didn’t seem to reflect that. He hadn’t felt hungry, thirsty, or tired since he fell, however long ago that was now.

The creatures that roamed this land were much different from the ones he saw up in Snezhnaya. They could use the elements without visions, or at least he didn’t think they had any. He never stayed around long or close enough to see any so as far as he was concerned they didn’t. He was determined to stay undetected as long as he could, not sure how long it would be before he could make it back to Snezhnaya, or if he even could. But sadly his presence was eventually found by the creatures and beings from this place. He ran and ran, seeking a place to hide and wait for them to stop searching for him. Y/n was even more cautious now, looking over his shoulder constantly. Scared what would happen if they happened to get their hands on him.

Oh god, his family. How long has it been? Did they think he was dead? lost to the snow, frozen somewhere? Attacked by some creature? His heart ached at the thought of what his family must be going through.

Y/n slowly curled up, trying to silent his sobs. He just wanted to go home. And as if Celestia heard his wish, he felt the cold wind of Snezhnaya blow against his back. Snow falling onto his head. He lifted his head, his tired eyes open to see the white snow that covered the land. A sob broke through him as he quickly got up but quickly froze when he heard the sound of snow crunching under someone’s feet.

-

Y/n was supposed to be home hours ago. Ajax looked at the clock, a pit formed in his stomach. Something was off. He got up from where he was sitting in the living room and walked to the front door. He grabbed his coat and left the house silently, not wanting to disturb his sleeping family.

The air was quiet as he made his way towards where Y/n was supposed to be with his friends. The farther Ajax walked, the pit in his stomach grew deeper. Something about the air seemed off. Seemed to set off warning bells in his head.

The abyss. It all came rushing back. Ajax hurried his steps, hoping what he feared was not true. That you were safe and sound. Just as his panic started to grow more, he saw a figure sitting in the snow. The familiar figure stopped all the thoughts in his head as he stopped and stared. He hesitated for just a moment before he started to rush in his brother’s direction.

Y/n flinched when Ajax got close, his heart breaking. The fear in his brother's eyes as they might. Ajax stopped in his tracks, his heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Ajax slowly kneeled down and opened his arms, his brother only hesitating for a moment before throwing himself at Ajax. Y/n craved the touch of someone after being alone for so long. He sobbed into Ajax should as he shushed him.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. I got you.” Ajax whispered into his brother's hair. Anger started to form in Ajax. Why did his brother have to go through this? What did he do to deserve falling into the abyss?

Ajax slowly stood up with his brother in his arms. Carry him like he did when Y/n was just a baby. He rubbed Y/n’s back in soothing motions as he slowly started to walk home.

“It’s okay, we’ll get through this.” Ajax whispered to him as they walked away from the pit in the ground, oozing with an evil that Ajax hated with all his heart.

Hello! I kinda forgot how to write while writing this… hope it’s not noticeable. I’m also trying to like my writing style and be happy with it and not just quitting when i’m not instantly in love with it :p. i also write this in one sitting… anywhooo i also set up a ko-fi but do not feel like you have to send anything!! my writing is completely free and for fun (as much fun as trying to write with writers block is). Im not to sure how the abyss works even after reading through the wiki so i probably got something wrong but who cares and im also behind in the main story quest…. i’m not actually sure if people reads these notes but sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

[mockerycrow]

Hi new little weird anon,, but HOLY FUCK THE SIBLING ANGST???? Ty for feeding us omggg 🫡🫡 I'm over the edge for this shit,, please just destroy me emotionally already, legit love you sm ( platonically ofc but still )

OFC ANON!!

It hurts Simon when he sees you for multiple reasons—he left you, and fuck, you remind him so much of himself. The anger, the dead look, the harshness—fuck, your face. He sees himself, the similar jawline, your eyebrows scrunch the same way his does—your gritting tone being the same as his—what the fuck happened to you?

He doesn’t reveal himself to you for a long time—he was told you were a temporary addition to the team, so he keeps his distance. It doesn’t stop Soap and Gaz making jokes that you two are too similar. He knows Price knows—Price had taken him aside to show Ghost your file personally after welcoming you to the team and introducing you to everyone. Ghost tensed when he reads “RILEY, [NAME]” At the top of the file.

For some reason, it hurts even more when he watches you purposely separate yourself from everyone. When the 141 is doing a group activity, you opt to be first to get it out of the way, or maybe you just straight up don’t arrive to different events. And it hurts worse when he hears your panicked breathing through the walls—hearing the same tune he’s sung for years.

[rustys-lodge]

His ward.

Summary : Sherlock notices a few changes in you. It's sleep, nutrition and....Other things. You're just simply not okay. What's he going to do about that ?

warnings : Talk about lack of nutrition, a bit of angst, as well as poor behavior caused by lack of sleep. And one mention of physical assault.

A/N : First sherlock fic ! yaaay ! I'm so excited to add a new fandom to the Masterlist . So, as some of you might notice, the scene's the same. Just a few changes of my own to fit the story better. And a much better ending that I'm sure a lot of us wanted !! 😂 For those that don't know the scene. Here it is.

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"Did i ask you for advice ? I found you on the street. Drunk."

The man froze, turning to face you in a defeating manner.

"Now what may I observe about you ?"

You shook your head. "We're not playing this game."

Let's rewind a few hours back...Where Sherlock was...standing like a crab, balancing himself to not fall drunken face down on the ground. If you hadn't found him and brought him home....You'd say he would've ended up dead, somewhere in a garbage can.

Now Sherlock, thinks otherwise. Mister great detective says it is he, who helped you. How ? God knows how....

He is also saying you should leave....Which...You don't agree with. He needs the help. His place is a mess. he needs cleaning. He needs someone to help him organize the chaos that he's living in...He needs-

"Your eyes are redder than redder than wine." Sherlock started and you take a step back. "You're much slower than you usually are."

"Like you know what i usually am like, Sherlock." Accusations spilled out of your lips, but Sherlock ignores them, simultaneously talking ober you and analyzing you.

"Your face has lost it's color and your wounds are healing very slow."

"You're one to talk, look at you, your hair's more messed up than a-

"And then there's the irritability, you are less-"

"Stop !" Your index found itself inches away from Sherlock's face. And he stops.

"And then there's your nails." Sherlock's voice decreased into a soft tone, yet the sternness was still there. And before you could move your finger away, his hand reached for it. "Your nails are brittle."

You yanked your hand away at his response. "They are n-"

"I wasn't in such a state as to not see that, Y/N." Sherlock leaned closer to your face, the glare in his eyes freezing you in place. And then he kept on blabbering as he walked away from you. And you couldn't help but insult him back concurrently . "You're neither sleeping nor eating. Why is that ?"

Your throat dried up as his words emerged louder and louder. "Sherlock, you- You-How did you-"

"And." Your brother lifted up his arm. God damn it.... "Your neck is red. Someone has gripped it or held a knife against.." a shaky breath replaced that last little word as realization hit Sherlock, his features emulsifying into a state of shock...

Or was it anger ?

Your hand instantly flew up to cover your neck as your gaze darted to the ground. You couldn't help but think about the product of the aftermath. And as the silence grew louder, the images started-

"Are you involved in something dangerous ?" Sherlock broke the silence. Finally. And you glanced away. "Because you are still my ward." Steps grew closer and a second after that, you found yourself towered over by him.

Your foot staggered back. You...You don't n-need him.

"If you need my help, my offer remains on the table." A soft command is what it was...And you couldn't help but thi- "Don't be so desperate to prove yourself, Y/n."

You faltered, scoffing. Is that was he thought it was ? It was that....But did he have to say it ?

"I am not desperate." A fake spark of triumph electrified you. And you found yourself turning on your heels. "And i don't need your- or anyone's hel-"

"Not so fast."

You turned around, somewhat thrilled. "What ?" You spa out.

You might've gotten thrilled. But that doesn't mean you were going to show that to him ?

Your brother threw a glance at you before his gaze fell down. His giant slumped shoulders gave away the desperation and the deceit he was feeling.

Your heart stung at the sight of it.

"What ?" You repeated yourself, a bit louder. Impatience was growing thicker in you. You....Yo-

"If you insist my help is not needed, than i will serve you a plate and i shall observe you e-"

What ? "No!" He can't do that to you !! you're not a pet !

Sherlock raised his hand, motioning for you to stop. "To make sure you are well nurt-"

"No. No." But his attempt to defend himself failed, as you cut him off again, shaking your head violently. How could you not ?? What kind of suggestion is that-

"And you'll sleep here tonight. And then tomorrow you're free to...Not ever come back."

His words pierced through your heart.

"No."

"Okay." Sherlock condensed. And you squinted your eyes at his mischievous s- "Then you're not going anywhere."

There is it ! You...You knew it. Rolling your eyes at him, you tilted your head back as frustration swept over you. "No."

"I'm sorry. But"

"No" You shrugged, turning on your heels. You were not having any of it. Not the accusations, not the suggestion...Nothing. And Sherlock was quite different from Mycroft...He was gentler, sweeter. More loving. That meant : His opinion doesn't matter. After all, who's h-

"Hey !"

You flinched at the sudden yell that echoed through the room. Sherlock's voice was consumed by anger. Hoarse and low, the yell only made whimper unconsciously...And you thanked god your brother was far enough not to hear it. He better not have heard it...

"But Sherlock i-You can't withhold me h-"

"I am not withholding you, sister, I am only seeking your safety and your well-being." The detective's voice simmered down again, almost mirroring yours. The only difference is that you sounded almost weak. He sounded...collected.

"I-"

"If." Sherlock's voice filled the room again. "you do step out of that door, the consequences of that will be solely your responsibility to bear." The softness in his voice sent chills down your spine, as behind it hid a dark pitch that...You weren't sure you wanted to hear again.

With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes dart from handle to Sherlock....You reconsidered....Stay and risk him finding out ?(Choice 1) Or Leave and risk...Whatever he has in mind for you ?(Choice 2)

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Tell me which choice would you choose ? if anobody wants to be tagged for part 2 tell me. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[knyontop]

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Victor Criss: what do you have?

Sibling!reader: A KNIFE! (Patrick gave them one)

Victor Criss: NO!

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[xer-melody]

Rookie

Cullen family x adopted!human!male reader(!platonic!)

Warning: hurt/comfort, three original characters, readers friend sucking, a potential new friend tho, swearing, fighting, blood, getting arrested, mostly Carlisle centered.

Words: 2364

Summary: Y/n Cullen wants to tryout for the Baseball team

(A/n: I’d just like to say fuck Stephanie Meyers. Also this is my first request fill so yay!)

Request by anonymous : Cullen family x adopted!human!male reader hurt/comfort(?) where R wants to try out for the school baseball team, but his friends have little faith in him so he starts to self-doubt. So the rest of the Cullens help their youngest sibling practice and he eventually gets on the team. :)

The Forks High School baseball team had just lost a player. Well, not ‘lost’ but he decided that he'd rather play basketball instead, leaving an open spot on the team just a month and a half before baseball season. And you decided to fill that spot. Last season, tryouts had filled up quicker than anyone could have possibly thought they would, but the entirety of the old team was graduating that year, so with twenty-six spots open, people -most not even knowing how to play- flooded the coach in applications. And in an attempt at management, a team was hastily picked and tryouts were closed before you even got a chance.

While that first season was beyond painful to watch, they've gotten better over the last year, way better.

Ronan leaving the baseball team was, for the most part, a secret, at least for the time being. But he knew you liked to play, so he told you, and while you weren't friends with Ronan, you're glad you were the first he considered to take his spot.

That same day, in between classes, you practically ran to the coach's office and asked for an application.

Turns out applications had changed a bit from last year. Considering the fiasco that was the previous tryouts, he'd made it a bit harder to join. Instead of applications being a simple one-page, name-birthday-signature ordeal like it had been for years, it's become a ten page contract.

‘To weed out the fakers’ he said.

Now you were sitting in the schoolyard on the second to last step of the bleachers, half watching the team practice, half trying to fill out this seemingly never ending application.

“‘Have you ever broken a bone?’ no..” you muttered to yourself, checking off another box among dozens of other tiny boxes.

While the questions weren't particularly hard, there were hundreds of them. And you understood why but goddamnit this used to be so simple.

Leaning back against the beaches you watched as the eighth inning began, short words were exchanged between members as they switched spot, the catcher, a guy named Thomas, let out a playfully excruciating yell as he stood from his squating position for the first time nearly 20 minutes, his teammates laughed, and you let out a small chuckle along with them before returning your attention to the application.

‘Do you have siblings? If so, how many?’ was the next question on the packet.

Another filler question, as many had been, only maybe 20 of the questions retained to your health, or your ability to play.

A few minutes later and you were still answering questions, but kept a mental score of of who did what and how much longer until the ninth inning.

A few more minutes passed and you were nearly done, just a page and a half to go. You could get that done before practice was even over. You clicked your pen as you tried to think when was the last time you went to a doctor that wasn’t Carlisle.

Then, without warning, the application was pulled from your hands.

Looking up you saw the sudo captain of the Forks Baseball team, Apollo, who you only really knew two things about, both his parents were Greek mythology nuts, and despite baseball teams not technically having a captain, he was the captain. He dragged the team out of the mud by himself, and then proceeded to knock every game of the season out of the park.

And for a reason you couldn’t comprehend, he smiled down at you after quickly glancing over your application.

“You joining the team?” He asked, slightly out of breath (he ran across the field to talk to you).

“I’m going to try..” you responded quickly.

He chuckled, leaning up against the fence separating the two of you he said, “That’s good, we need someone like you-” he passed the application back, “You’ve been at basically every practice and game this team has ever had, won’t take you long to get the hang of things.”

“I play with my siblings all the time, playing on this team shouldn’t be too hard..”

At that, his smile widened.

“You’re confident, I like that. Can’t wait to have you on the team..”

He turned as the current right-fielder called him over.

“I expect you to see you at tryouts- on time, alright Cullen?”

“Alright..”

“Have you lost you’re goddamn mind!” Your self proclaimed ‘best-friend’, Jamison shouted.

You felt like your eardrum was going to burst if he kept yelling in your ear like that. You were driving him home and chatting when the topic of baseball came up, while he wasn’t too much of a fan, his older brother was on the baseball team. The moment you told him you were trying out he blew up.

“Maybe the rest of your siblings might stand a chance but come on Y/n, be realistic for a moment.”

“I am, I’ve been playing for years, I'm pretty sure I can make the team.”

He groaned, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration,

“Dude, the entire team is getting full ride scholarships, you can’t just come in and fuck that up!”

Stopping at a red light you turned to face him, “Who says I’m going to fuck it up?”

“Just..” he groaned again, “You’re not as good as them man.”

“You’ve never seen me play.”

“Still, just think about it playing with your siblings is different, they go easy on you because they don’t want to hurt your feelings, other teams won’t give a shit about you or your feelings!”

The light turned green and you moved your foot from the breaks to the gas, thinking just how wrong he was. This asshole had never seen you play, he didn’t even know anything about the sport and he was trying to tell you that you’d bring the team down.

“Whatever man,” You muttered.

You tried to ignore his words as best as you could, but such heavy doubt coming from one of your closest friends stung. Tapping your finger against the steering wheel, you breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm the anger that was slowly bubbling under your skin.

“Y/n, I love you man, but don’t do this, you’re good at…stuff, but not this. Just let somebody else try.”

You sighed, slamming your foot on the breaks, making Jamison jerk forward, nearly slamming his head on the dash board. You looked at your rear view mirror, no cars as far as you could see, you look forward, no cars. Then, as though the past three years of friendship meant nothing, you said,

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me, get out of my car.”

He scoffed, sitting back in his seat, “Are you serious?”

After a second of silence he got out of the car.

And you got out right after him.

The familiar smell of human blood traveled through the Cullens’ home, followed by your scent, followed by Charlie’s.

Four loud knocks echoed through the quiet house, all were hesitant to move. But Carlisle, being the closest to the door, moved to open it.

Behind it he found a very irritated Charlie who was holding your arm behind your back. Blood ran from your nose all the way down to your chin, but other than that you seemed mostly unharmed.

Charlie gave a quick glance to you, then back to Carlisle.

“Found him fighting some kid in the middle of the road.” He said, sounding almost as disappointed as Carlisle felt.

You refused to met your fathers eyes. You have never disappointed him before, not in this way at least. You knew that fighting Jamison would lead to you getting in trouble with Carlisle eventually, you imagined every scenario as you rode home in the back of Charlie's car, but Carlisle crushing gaze of disappointment was harder to face than anything you could have imagined

You tuned out their conversation, but never missed the looks Carlisle would give you every so often, disappointment and worry clear on his face.

You didn’t move until you felt your fathers hand on your shoulder, pulling you into the house.

You heard something along the line of “don’t do it again” from Charlie and then the front door closing behind you.

Now you were facing the entire Cullen family, your family, as they swarmed you with questions. Questions you really didn’t want to answer, not now anyways. So, the moment you found an opening, you slid passed them and up the stairs. While any of them could have stopped you at any moment, they didn’t, instead watching as you climbed the stair and disappeared behind the wall, a second later they heard your door slam shut.

Laying on your bed, armed crossed over your chest, glaring at the ceiling above you, irritation coming off of you in waves as the fight replayed in you mind. You kicked his ass but he got a single good shot at you and it was with a rock, not even with his own fist the fucking coward. What kind of person throw stones?

You groaned in frustration, you should have put his ass to the goddamn hospital, maybe that would have given him some time to figure out how to not be a total dick!

You don't know how long you sat there stewing in your own frustration, but someone did eventually come to check on you. You heard the knocks, still you hesitated to get up. You didn't feel like talking, or explaining yourself. You did what you did and that was final.

But, then your father's soothing voice called for you and all the stubbornness you'd been harboring to avoid persecution slipped away.

Pushing yourself up and out of bed you walked to the door, and were met by Carlisle's no longer disappointed face, now replaced by worry.

He sighed before he spoke, grabbing your face and examining your still-bleeding nose.

A moment later you were both sat on your bed as he prodded your nose, tissue held to your nose as he asked you.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

He moved to another spot.

“What about this?”

“No.”

He sighed again.

“It's not broken, are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No.”

With that he sat back.

“So are you going to tell me why you fought Jamison, I thought he was your best friend?”

“He was,” Groaning, you said, “until today!”

Falling back onto the bed with a huff, letting your legs dangle off the edge.

“Do you remember what happened last year? With the tryout for the baseball team?”

“Yes, you said they were over before they even started, why?”

“One of the members of the baseball team dropped out, and he specifically asked me to try out and take his place.”

Carlisle smiled, but it faded quickly once he saw the hurt expression on your face.

“That's a good thing, isn't it?”

His words only frustrated you more. not with him, but with your so-called best friend, “It is! But when I told Jamison, he blew up on me- told me I'd only bring the team down. Then he told me to not even try because he thinks I'll fuck up their scholarship.”

“Sorry, I just-” you sighed, “it's just so stressful- I don't know if I even want to join the team anymore. I don't even know if I could! I went through all that trouble with applying and I don't know if they’d even let me on.”

Another sigh left Carlisle. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around you, his cold embrace comforting beyond anything else. You huffed, irritation and betrayal still scorched through your vein but this lessened it.

A moment passes and you mutter, “thanks dad..”

“It’s alright son..” after a moment he continued, “never take advice from someone who doesn’t have your best interest in mind. As your father, I have nothing but your best interest in mind, so I'll tell you this-”

He pulled back for a second, looking down at you, a small smile on his face.

“Try out for the team, you've played with vampires, I'm sure a group of human boys will be more than impressed with your skills.”

With another sigh you held back a grin, your mood- and your heart- feeling tons lighter.

“Well if you insist, I guess I'll have to-”

And then your door was slammed open, the entire Cullen clan standing behind it, except for Emmett, who'd accidentally pushed the door open by pushing his body weight against it while your siblings were violently eavesdropping.

“…surprise?” Alice tried, holding up a metal bat as both a peace offering and mild defense.

“We were just uh-” Emmett started, but fell short.

“-going to help you practice…for your tryout.” Belle finished smoothly- well as smoothly as she could with a speech pattern as unconventional as hers.

With a wide grin Alice tossed the bat at you, you caught it seamlessly, having done it thousands of times over the years.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Tryouts were over. You were laid out on the dirt, which you were also covered in, the other attendees were in similar positions. Though some were closer to passing out from exhaustion than others. You, on the other hand, we’re just enjoying the sunshine and the breeze after a surprisingly tame tryout.

You closed your eyes, taking in your surroundings with your other sense, the most prominent of which was you potential competition gasping for air just a few feet away.

“You’re not even tired?” A familiar voice said.

Opening your eyes, you saw Apollo, nearly blocking out the sun.

“Not really.”

He let out a short laugh, looking over at the rest of the candidates with his hands on his hips.

“Well, shit- ain’t that something.”

He kneeled down next to you.

“So coach is the one who usually makes these calls with who gets picked after tryout, but you know what I’m pretty damn sure it’s gonna be you.”

“Really?”

“Really, I’ll see you at our next practice-“ then, unexpectedly he whipped his baseball cap off and tossed it onto your face, “-rookie.”

[reveseke]

Ladybugs — CM; Jack & male!teen!Reader.

– Small piece of ladybugs, just fluff no real warnings except Jack causes concern. That's about it.

– Author's note; haven't been writing much in general, but now that school officially out have a blurb of domestic bro/son! reader & the hotchner family. :') I made this like a few months ago and forgot about it, it was back then prompt based that was taken from this list of prompts lol.

Edit // I keep writing Jessica's name as Veronica, that's the only edit that's been made 🧍

Honestly, it wouldn't have been such a big deal if the small boy was late for a few tens of minutes only, however, it had been two hours and neither R or Jessica knew where the eight year old was. Now, R wasn't initially as worried as his aunt was for his younger brother, the boy was eight but wasn't stupid by any means after all. Sticking to a pattern of usually on time right after school home to at least drop his school back off before asking to hang out with his friends without a fail. Something that had been implemented as a routine by both Veronica and their dad due to the lingering fears.

So calls were made to the friends of Jack as R wandered the streets and general routes that were usually taken by the boy to school. funnily enough, not far from the school building R finally saw Jack with a group of his friends huddled together around the decorative bush that lined the school yard. it seemed to him that his family wasn't the only one to realize their kid was missing as he saw a few parents lurking around that he recognize to be Jack's friend's parents. So he could already tell that Veronica most likely had been alerted at where her nephew was.

Amused as R couldn't help but break a small smile as he neared them, they were intently staring at something in their hands and upon closer look he realized that Ladybugs were finally around.

"Yo, Jack," R started as he got the eight year old's attention, honestly he couldn't find a reason to be as angry as one would think as he saw Jack's face light up, "Why didn't you come straight home, Jessica's worried."

Saying nothing at the concern at hand as Jack ran up to his brother, happily just presenting the small black spotted ladybugs to him "Look! the ladybugs woke up, there's a bunch there." pointing to where his friends were as the little boy smiled happily, honestly, he seemed so carefree to R as he the older boy gave a small chuckle, "Yeah, I see them Jack. But buddy, did you hear what i just said?"

nodding his little head as Jack gave him a small look, "Yeah, and i'm sorry," he gave a brief apology before offering his hand where a couple of the ladybugs resided on, "BUT! ladybugs!" he declared proudly still, very much with the intent of it being a good reason to be late for the whole two hours.

"yup, i know buddy. but that's not a good enough reason to be two hours late, Jessica was really worried about you." R explained as he watched the boy's bright smile lessen a bit as he gave a curtly nod of his head as he mumbled a bit as an answer; "yeah, i'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you or her." looking up at R then as he asked, "Do I have to come home now?"

"Yeah," Nodding as R spoke with a small smile that feigned some somberness to it, "you gotta come home, now." straightening a bit as he took his phone out, feeling it vibrating in his pocket, "You can spend some time tomorrow with the ladybugs with your friends. besides, they aren't limited to the school's bush fence, you can find some at our building's bushes as well." he offered a hand to his little brother after speaking as he took the phone call, Jessica had been calling him for a few good attempts now.

"I've got him..." R answered the phone as he informed her, before giving a brief nod to the phone.

meanwhile, Jack was poking and prodding a bit at the few ladybugs on his arms. smiling happily as one of them climbed to the tip of his fingers and flew off, the other not far behind once finding a nice high place to fly off. giving a brief toothy smile as he waved his goodbyes to the bugs as he turned to his brother, looking up at the other boy as he took his extended hand.

"Yeah, we're coming. thanks, bye."

Oh, the boy's dad was going to have a good laugh about this. Maybe after the safety lecture.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi, I was wondering if you did maybe Male!Reader or GN!Neutral!Reader, if so, I'd like to request if you did a PLATONIC brother/sibling!reader with Ran and Rindou? Like headcannons of them pre-Bonten and during Bonten? NSFW can be more about the dirty part of being a gang member with said brothers XD I say nsfw meaning the more gruesome side of stuff ofc!! Another request I'd like to add maybe for a later time or now (Before the brother/sibling one) I just recently lost my cat of 16 years a few months ago (I now have a happy pupper since Christmas now so I am kinda happy again) but I still feel a void in my heart whenever I see a cat or someone with a cat, and I thought how would Ran and Rindou be if I was their sibling if I had recently lost someone I called my only friend during my elementary school, middle school, and high school days, how they would react to seeing their sibling who never shows much emotion, is now a sobbing mess in their room and refusing to come out (Can be pre-Bonten or during Bonten, but for this I'd prefer during their Bonten era ofc) I love your writing so much!! you can ignore this if you don't want or don't do what I'm asking for ofc! I'll just be happy you responded or acknowledged my request and took time out of your day too!

note: I normally don't start off with notes but I read every single word of this request and first off, I'm sorry for your loss, I bet your cat was the cutest little baby ever. I decided to do both requests in one so I hope you enjoy and I hope you're doing okay anon 🩷

Haitani Brothers w/ Sibling!Reader

♡ SFW and NSFW, murder, fighting, reader is gender neutral, reader is referred to as dude but it's gender neutral, reader is in Bonten ♡

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Pre-Bonten

🩵 They will beat people up for you, say the word and it's done

💜 All three of you match outfits on the daily and they convinced you to get a tattoo similar to theirs, it's just a sleeve though

🩵 They teach you how to fight and the three of you spar on occasion

💜 Ran let's you borrow his baton, sometimes you just steal it and whack him with it

🩵 Ran and Rindou are damn near blind and are always asking you about what color an item of clothing is

"Dude what color is this?"

"Please go get some glasses."

💜 You and Ran braided Rindou's hair once and purposely made him look goofy asf

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

*You and Ran giggling like schoolgirls in the background*

🩵 Rindou teaches you how to DJ and tries to teach you gymnastics but gives up after you almost kick him in the face

Bonten

🩵 Practically begged you to join Bonten with them, they were hellbent on not leaving you behind

💜 Y'all always go on missions together and Ran damn near gets you and Rin killed multiple times (he's so fucking stupid it's not even funny)

🩵 They teach you how to dispose of bodies and murder weapons (wholesome life lessons honestly)

💜 Y'all are cold and ruthless to a lot of people, but when you're together you're just vibing and enjoying each other's presence

🩵 They were there for your first murder and cheered you on like it was a sports game

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Haitani Brothers w/ Depressed!Sibling!Reader

♡ SFW, angst, comfort, gender neutral reader, reader is generally calm and collected/never emotional, Bonten era ♡

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🩵 They're completely thrown off when you come home in tears

💜 Try to ask you what's wrong but you go in your room, slamming and locking the door behind you

🩵 They try to respect your privacy but they can't help but worry about you so they knock on the door a few times

💜 Worry gets the better of them and they pick your lock and break into your room (in the most polite way possible)

🩵 Feels like a knife went through their hearts when they see you sitting on the bed essentially having a mental breakdown

💜 They sit on the bed next to you, close enough to comfort and far enough to not crowd your space

🩵 Threaten to beat up whoever made you upset, doesn't matter who it is, they don't play about family

💜 Realize that violence won't help so they just end up hugging you and reassuring you that everything will be fine

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[nosyrobin]

Jon: honestly, if we all weren’t friends i would’ve killed you two.

Damian: I would’ve killed you as well Kent.

Twin!reader: Uhmm…I wouldn’t kill anyone.

Jon suddenly gushing over reader: I’m glad! Cause then my future partner wouldn’t be a murder.

Damian and reader:

[deadghosy]

How the Slytherin boys react to child! sibling reader ignoring them

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Warning: google translated Italian

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

Riddle brothers

Tom thought the cause of this was because of Mattheo. So he brings the alleged culprit to you.

“Mattheo. What did you to upset them?”

“Man I didn’t do shit!”

It was worse when you didn’t come for dinner. Now Tom was actually worried along with Mattheo. So they sat you down, you guys talked and it was all good.

Mattheo and Tom however acted too nice to you after the whole ignoring situation…

Like too nice.

It creeped you out a lot.

Blaise Zabini

You ignored him cause he didn’t get you want you wanted.

“You wanna be petty? I’ll be petty to you too you git.” He says as he starts to ignore you as well.

This went on all day. But the first one it broke was him as he sighed and went to your room.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I went to buy what you wanted. I realized I spoiled you too bloody much.”

And that’s all it was for you to crack and smile at him.

Theodore Nott

All aboard the annoying express!

He’s talking the native language you both speak until you break and yell at him to shut his trap.

“Cmon lil sis/bro. Perché sei arrabbiato con me? Cosa ho fatto di sbagliato. È stato perché ho mangiato i tuoi avanzi? Giuro che ti prenderò di più.” (Cmon lil sis/bro. Why you mad at me?? What did I do wrong. Was it cause I ate your leftovers? I swear I’ll get you more.)

You huff at him which made him smirk at you breaking.

“Ehi, pensi che io possa avere il tuo cibo per domani?” (Hey, do you think I can have your food for tomorrow?)

“NO!”

Lorenzo Berkshire

He just rolls his eyes at you.

Cmon now, why be angry at him was there’s always a 50/50 percent chance he actually didn’t do anything to you

“Cmon…stop pouting and talk to me. I’ll listen to you?” He says sitting beside you only for you to turn your head away from him.

“Fine. Be that way cause guess who isn’t getting ice cream.”

“WHAT?!” Lorenzo smirks seeing you break

“THATS WHAT I THOUGHT! Now cmon.”

[onigirio]

Hear me out, headcanons about Percy getting another demigod half-brother. Please write some and I hope you have a good day/night/whatever!!

🍙: i think yes! thank you for the request <3

imagine percy’s shock when he goes back to camp to find another kid sleeping in his bed

bc he’s so used to it just being him in the poseidon cabin

“what the hell”

you: 😄

i’m ngl when i say that you guys are the WORST

you bully him for only liking blue food

he bullies you back for your own ocean based hyperfixations

your table at meal times is DANGEROUS

everyone makes sure to get out of the splash zone!

percy definitely accuses you of copying him

just because you’re younger

“no way you have the same blue hoodie as me” “actually it’s more of a turquoise”

ppl called you percy junior for a while

annabeth had to start differentiating between you two

percy’s seaweed brain and you’re kelp head

omg speaking of annabeth

i fully believe you two would gang up on percy

the sibling bond doesn’t matter when the gf is involved

sometimes you feel kinda insecure

because percy has done so many amazing things

and what you do seems inadequate in comparison

but TRUST percy will reassure you

sally too omg

SALLY LOVES YOU

she sends you home with blue cookies everytime you go to their place

your mortal parent and sally are bffs

book club, coffee dates, shopping

literally the standard of bffs

i do think that you and percy are extremely close

you pick up each other’s mannerisms and things tend to feel a little empty when you guys are apart

you hate that percy is almost 18

so you’re trying to spend as much time with him as possible before he goes to new rome

“you’re literally gonna be with annabeth everyday next year”

obvi he chooses to spend a lot of time with you

but sometimes annabeth comes too!

(you’re bffs with her cousin magnus btw)

overall, i think you and percy are menaces

but you’re everyone’s fave menaces

so we still love you <3

[katzu919]

Whazzup, Katzu✨Saw you were doin grabby hands for requests, so here I am

Howww bouuuut some headcanons bout Itto having a sibling. I'm thinking bout someone close to his own age maybe even his twin. But if your imagination goes more into the little kid section, that's completely fine too

Just me wanting to be that Oni's bro</3 I accept every wholesome or chaotic thing ya come up with

Thank you if you accept this one!

If you are anything like Itto you guys are a very chaotic pair

you two will feed into each others crazy ideas/plans, and always being there to back the other up

poor Kuki, she can’t catch a break with you two

if you’re the opposite of Itto then you’re probably trying to stop what crazy plan itto is trying to drag you and the gang into

you will probably end up going along with it after not being able to talk some sense into him

what’s the worst that could happen?

Itto (and maybe you) being arrested by the commission is

poor kuki would have to bail you two out

she thought better of you

Itto would never leave you behind after he dragged you into joining one of his adventures

no bro left behind

he would try to impress you with the beetle brawls and get you to join in

would help you find the perfect onikabuto to fight with and teach you all the skills and tricks he knows

and if you end up beating him?

he’d probably tell you he was just letting you win and would keep asking for rematches trying to beat you

Itto would help you take care of your horns and your makeup (i’m pretty sure his body markings are makeup?)

And would be over the moon if you helped him with his

Hey…. it’s been awhile. i am not dead as you can see. i don’t plan on abandoning this account i’ve just have been having a hard time getting back into writing but it’s something i still really enjoy. there are like multiple months in between some of the stuff written here but i don’t think it is that noticeable, also sorry it’s so short. I was having a hard time trying to come up with things to write. i might make a part two if i can think of anything else and because im not really happy with how this turned out :). Anyway if you sent me an ask like a year ago i am trying to get to those and you can always send me request even now it may just take a bit. anyway sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. :)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

OMGG IM SO HAPPY THAT YOURE TAKING TAN REQUESTS HES LITERALLY MY BBG OMG ‼️‼️

So what about a reader who’s like Ellie from The Last of Us? So Tangerine and Lemon get this mission from their dealer that they have to deliver this girl to this place, like a cargo mission. And the girl is a very defiant teenager who just talks back and makes snarky comments to them (mostly to Tan T▽T). But then she ends up really trusting them and getting attached to them. I’m sorry if this is too detailed or if it doesn’t make sense 😭😭

I LOVED THIS REQUEST ANON 🤭🤭 lemon and reader are so silly heheh

Mentions of human experimentation, abuse, needles (nothing graphic or descriptive)

Annoying little sister

“Swear to god, can’t stand teenagers. This missions gonna be annoying, I can already tell.” Lemon said.

Tangerine scoffed “Says here that she’s snarky, and puts up a fight.”

“Like living hell basically.”

Tangerine stopped the car, looking at the warehouse you were in. It was guarded, heavily. They would have to sneak around.

“Shit. We better be gettin’ payed good for this girl.” Tangerine sighed,

“Why’s she so special?” Lemon asked.

“‘Parrently she’s some sorta superhuman or somethin’. Daughter of some billionaire. Human experiment I guess.” He read, and put the folder down.

“Shit, seriously? Sounds like some sorta movie stuff.”

Tangerine snorted, and opened the door quietly. They parked far away from it, and they hid behind some boxes and made their way to the back. A small door, still guarded but with less people.

They looked at each other, and looked back.

They fixed up, and stood up. They took out their guns to look like the others.

“What are you going in for?” A man stated, blocking them when they went over to the door.

“Boss wants us to go in and… interrogate..” Tangerine said, making something up on the spot.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Your Ethan?”

Tangerine nodded.

“Oh.. just expected you to look a lot… different. Come in.” He opened the door, tangerine and lemon couldn’t believe it had worked.

The inside was empty, it had a small room. They opened the door to you, handcuffed to the bed.

You didn’t see them as you thrashed on the floor, struggling in the handcuffs and groaning in annoyance.

You snapped your head to them when you finally saw them, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? Come here to feed me? Cause honestly I’m starving and you bitches don’t seem to have anything at all-“

You were confused when they went up to you and uncuffed you from the bed. Your hands still handcuffed however, as they roughly dragged you out. They snuck around the back again, breaking a window to distract them and leaving quickly in the car, the guards shooting it at the same time.

You then grabbed a small Bobby pin that was luckily laying on the ground when they weren’t looking. Then you were shoved into the car roughly, as they sped off.

You put your hands behind you, messing with the lock.

“So who exactly are you guys?” You questioned.

“We’re here to deliver you to someone.”

“Definitely not my dad, he don’t care bout me. So then who?”

They both ignored you, and you finally picked the lock, and put your arms on the seats.

“So where we going?”

They both looked at each other and then you.

“You seriously picked it?”

“It’s easy. I’ve done it tons. They took away all my Bobby pins though. Which makes sense because I kept breaking outta them.” You shrugged, and rambled on.

Lemon listened and he asked a question.

“So what’s the deal with your dad? And the whole human experiment thing?”

“Well, my dads just an asshole. Sure you heard of him, real famous, but he’s a asshole. He abused me and my family, blah blah sob story, and he’s the one who sold me into the human experiment thing. After that I was just passed around and giving blood 24/7.” You showed him your arm.

“Jesus Christ.” tangerine mumbled when he looked.

You shrugged “Im used to it by now. And now I’m guessing that you guys are just taking me to another buyer. More tests, yay.” You said,

Tangerine and lemon looked at each other. Tangerine knew what he was thinking. He stopped the car and parked it in an empty lot.

“Come on..” lemon said.

“No way.”

“She’s a kid.”

“I’m right here..” you mumbled.

“Exactly, she’s a kid. No. Way.”

“We can’t jus’ give her up!”

“I agree with this very nice gentleman over here.” You nodded to lemon.

“Shut it.” Tangerine said, whipping his head to you. “And it’s dangerous. Gonna be on the run if we do.”

“Don’t you remember when we were kids?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit-“

“She hasn’t had a childhood, think bout it. She didn’t have a childhood like we did.”

“Yeah, ain’t got no friends or nothing.” You said, fidgeting with the handcuffs. You picked up a book that was in the back of the car.

“Whoever is reading this shit is hornyyy.” You snickered, realizing that it was a smut. Tangerine snapped his eyes back and took the book.

“It ain’t for kids. It’s a good book.” He said, almost like a child himself.

Lemon snickered as well “And she’s got powers, how would she not be useful?”

“True. How do you think I got that bobby-pin from the floor? Can’t really bend down with handcuffs.” You held the handcuffs up.

Tangerine groaned in annoyance “You’re such a pain in my ass and we’ve barely known each other for five minutes.”

“That’s what I do.” You said, smirking as he drove off to a hotel for the night.

——————————————————————

That was 3 years ago, now you were fighting with them, at a different agency.

They would always say how your their “annoying little sister”

(Tangerine added the annoying part)

“Oooo, it’s so nice over here.” You laughed, looking at the shops all around the place, the neon lights and nice people. You guys were currently in Japan, going to do a mission on a train.

Lemon smiled as well, also looking around while Tangerine stayed focused.

“Focus.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling you two closer to him so that you didn’t go off path.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Lemon said.

“He always wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.” You giggled and lemon snickered quietly, tangerine giving him a glare.

“Sorry, mate.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, he could already tell this mission would be annoying with you two.