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You were twelve years younger than Sean, he was the most protective of your siblings.
The others were all grown and had their own lives by the time you had come along.
But Sean was the best big brother you could ask for.
You like to draw and have done thumbnails for him.
The world only knows two things. He has a baby sister and your user name.
Being his sister means you have a spotlight ready to shine and blind you.
You could care less for Fame.
He hasn’t seen you in a few months. But invites you happily to his home. There’s a guest room you can make your own.
You love him fiercely, your Jacky.
But you didn’t know if he’d feel the same anymore.
He should have known that something was wrong.
Your hair, for one. Usually dyed a vibrant shade of your favorite color, it was faded and longer than you kept it normally.
You wouldn’t take off the hoodie you wore.
He knew you liked them, but the weather was warm in his little town.
He’d stocked the kitchen and pantry with your favorite foods and snacks. It had been a day and nothing had been touched.
You seemed to run on water and coffee these days.
He knew that couldn’t keep up.
So that night, he gets you to the living room and demands you to take off the hoodie.
“I’m not stupid, Y/N- take off the hoodie. Now.”
You knew by his tone that he was serious.
His heart just about tore out of his chest when he saw you without the hoodie.
You’d lost weight. And your poor arms!
Scratched to hell and back and inflamed.
“Jesus, Y/N!”
He looks you over, and he hesitates.
He always, Always, was the touchy one.
He would Always be the one you came to for comfort.
The fact that he didn’t immediately crush you in a hug?
Breaks you.
You crumble, still exhausted, still starved of so many things.
Your sobs shake your form, and you grab at your hoodie.
You have no way of knowing where to go, but you can’t stay here with Sean looking at you like that.
“Y/N, Wait!”
You're going, and he needs to stop you.
He yanks at your hoodie, pulling you backward. You stumble, and he catches you.
Like when you were a little kid and no matter what stupid thing you could come up with, Sean was always there to catch you.
Can’t stop my fuckin’ broken brain, not how it works.
“Please, Sweetheart, don’t go like this. You’re my baby sister, It’d kill me if I didn’t try to help you. Just stay.
You cry. It’s an ugly cry. All tears and snot.
Sean holds you in his arms, rocking the two of you until your body gives out, then he puts your sleeping form on the couch.
He tucks a blanket over you and sits in a chair by you.
He’s not leaving you like this.
You wake, warm under the blanket.
You see Sean in the chair across from you.
He smiles at you when he sees your eyes open.
“Okay, so I made you a hair appointment for tomorrow.
We can walk the town beforehand, new clothes, music, drawing stuff.
Lunch.
Whatever you want.”
“But my hair takes forever!”
“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t care. Besides, it’s been almost a year since I spoiled you just because.”
“Okay.”
The next day, you go shopping.
Your arms are wrapped, but you hide it behind the hoodie, so if so someone was to see…
Sean kinda hates it.
But he’s not fighting. Just made sure the scratches were treated.
You get more art supplies.
New coloring pencils, a new drawing set, paints, canvas, and a sketchbook.
Sitting for lunch, you do a quick sketch of the view and finish your first full meal in a while.
You bring up stories of the dumb shit you did as kids.
You laugh hard for the first time in a while.
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Sitting in the stylist’s chair, you need to do something to do with
Your hands.
Sean throws something at you.
It’s one of those clicky link things from that fidget toy video he did.
But it really works.
He thought of everything.
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The two of you take a selfie after your hair is done.
You feel good enough to risk it.
The two of you talk later, and you ask for help with therapy, and Sean gathers resources that helped him.
You take the first steps while you are still visiting him.
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Hanging in his recording room is the sketch you made that day, colored in, signed
“To the best big brother ever!
Thanks for everything!
All my love, always.
Y/N”