Type: Songfic ( Little Toy Guns by Carrie Underwood )

Pairing: Daughter!Reader , Sherlock x OC

Warnings: None

Requested by jackskellingtonrulz5

[ you said you needed it so i wrote it ASAP, hope things get better doll <3 ]

in between the coats in the closet she holds on to that heartshaped locket

"SHERLOCK I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

"Actually you're yelling at me, there's a distinct difference."

"DO YOU HAVE TO BE A SMART ASS?"

"I've been told so."

"GODDAMIT WHY CAN"T YOU LISTEN?"

Staring at a family flawless but it ain't a pretty picture tonight

You stared at the picture sitting on your desk, two parents smiling at the camera, a little girl in her mother's arms. Their smiles were so bright - one look at that smile and you knew they were happy. But the frame hid the torn edges, the constant screams, and bickering that never ceased. You sighed, entangling your fingers in your hair as you stared at the paper on the desktop. Various scientific terms were scrawled on the study guide, but you couldn't force yourself to focus. Your mind kept floating to other thoughts, you gave an exasperated sigh. If you failed this final your mother would surely kill you. If you brought up the distracting screams you'd surely be dead.

Mom and Daddy just won't stop it, fightin' at the drop of a faucet

You bit your lip, placing your head down on the desk. If only you could get a brief moment of silence and actually get something, anything done. You knew your family story a little too well, Sherlock had used your mother just like had a woman named Janine, and she had guilt tripped him into marrying her when they found out she was expecting you. Every day you're constantly reminded how you ruined her life, and how much of inconvenience you are.

Cuts through the walls catastrophic

"(Your Name)!" Your mother screeched. You leaned over and cracked open your door.

"What?!"

"Um I'm sorry, try again. How do you address your mother?" (a/n no joke this is what my mom does)

"Yes ma'am?" You answered through gritted teeth.

"Get out here."

You sighed and pushed your chair back, slowly standing. Every time you sat down to work she needed something. Tears pricked your eyes as the frustration burned throughout you, mixed with the stress. You had to ace these finals, you just had to. It was one of the many burdens on your shoulders, the rest of the world was pounding on you. Friends, parents, school, drama, it was all so much. You knew some of it was just part of life, but oh what you would give to be free of the baggage of your parent's fighting. You walked out of your room and into the open living space. "Yes?"

"Watch your tone." Your mother snapped. "Now, didn't your father forget to pick up milk AGAIN this morning?"

"He had a case to hurry to." You shrugged, you looked over at Sherlock who was hunched over a microscope. You and him were close at one point, solving cases together as he explained the different ways to deduce murders. As your mother became more insufferable, those days became a distant memory that you struggled to reach.

She's caught in the crossfire

Your mother's eyes widened, "Unbelievable! How did I raise such a disrespectful brat?!"

A million retorts popped into your mind, but you bit your tongue. You would only fuel her flame.

"What good are you then if you're just going to side with him? You're horrible in school, you spend your days blasting satanic music and obsessing over people who don't exist. Do you realize how pathetic you are? You're selfish and rude, can't you see how I need your help?"

Puts her hands over her ears and starts talkin through the tears

You felt the lump grow in your throat, but you stood tall. You would not let her see you cry, all she would do was use your tears against you. Your mind had long given up on the fight of convincing yourself she was wrong.

Starts talkin' through the tears, she's sayin' she's prayin

"I can't convince you to dress properly in skirts besides those torn up black pants, every time you leave here you look like your going to a funeral. You refuse to take care of yourself, i mean have you weighed yourself recently?"

You opened your mouth to respond but the growing lump in your throat made it impossible to speak, as if her words alone were strangling you.

I wish words were like little toy guns

"Nothing to say now smartass?" She stepped forward, narrowing her (eye color) eyes.

"I-I-I...." You stuttered, afraid to form any words for they would be followed by a sob.

No sting, no hurt, just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue

"ENOUGH."

You looked over to find a seething Sherlock, standing from his stool. You felt your own shock seal your lips, doing the same to your mother.

"I will not have you talking to my daughter that way." He growled lowly, stepping towards her.

"W-Well she's my daughter too!" Your mother sadly found her ability to speak again.

"No one would know if they heard you speak to her." Sherlock loomed over her.

"I-"

"No, I think you've said enough." He walked over to the door and opened it, "get out."

Your mother's eyes widened. "How dare you-"

"I said get out of my flat, I should of never let you in to begin with."

Your mother and you both stood, shock preventing either of you from moving.

No smoke no bullets

"Well I never." She hissed, "Keep her, I don't know why you would want her in the first place." And with that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

As soon as she left you felt the sobs rip from your chest as you slowly sunk down to the floor. Her words cut deep into you, all you tried to do was please her yet everytime you managed to fuck it up.

No kick from the trigger when you pull it, no pain no damage done

Through tear blurred vision you looked up to find Sherlock standing in front of you, you both shared a look for a moment before he slowly kneeled down. You felt two strong arms slowly walk around you, the motion a bit awkward and stiff but you gladly accepted it. You cried into his chest and he buried his face in your hair.

Oh, I wish they didn't cut like a knife

I wish they didn't break you inside

I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run

The movement felt a bit odd, but you knew it was a begining to what you'd once shared, and that was more than you could ever ask for.

a/n

IM WRITING FLUFF AFTER THIS I SWEAR

so how y'all doin'

me and drayizzle have been reunited

yay

idk what else to put

for anyone who was asking that friend i ranted about and me had a break, then made up, and now she's dating my ex. He's gonna hurt her and Imma be like too bad

anywho

love yall

bye bye for now