#Sibling relationship

[bookwyrminspiration]

being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready

[two-bees-poetry]

this test of the mountain

[copper-meadows]

One thing I feel like I consistently seem to forget to share, somehow, is that Red Robin is most likely to hold onto a grudge like a grubby kid and some candy he found in a dumpster.

I know this argument has been made before, but I want the Tim Drake who actively judges people for simply breathing wrong.

I need the kid who's actively judging other heroes at all times, who has no patience for incompetence, and who aggressively parents grown men who dress as bats in their free time.

I need a Tim Drake who side-eyes his teammates. The kid who actively has to hold back from making spreadsheets detailing every trait that doesn't meet his own incredibly high expectations (whether the traits are his own or another person's is debatable).

I need him mentally ranking each person he interacts with by how much of a liability they are, both in field and as people with active roles in his life (maybe a lingering effect of parents who tired but weren't really there).

And sure, he outgrows judging people for things they can't control, but damn if you do something stupid.

Don't get me wrong, I've consumed a lot of Tim Drake: emotionally inept mess who needs love, but I want that paired with the same kid who looked Red Hood in the eye and literally scoffed.

I need this because I need a petty Tim who goats Jason on because yeah, they're good now and even consider themselves lightly family, but hey, 'remember that time you tried to kill me?'

I need this because I need Tim Drake: in need of love and reassurance, but because the people he judges includes himself.

[mirrology]

NESH ❛ ❁. ━━ ( adj.) sensitive to the cold.

❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 814

❛ ⟡ ━━ I was craving platonic bllk content and i already finished all of the fics that are available, so once again i have to do it myself ( T∀T) ,, ivan inspired reader , no mentions of pronouns but was written with male reader in mind ,, he was isekai'd to the bllk world , set when rin and sae didn't "hate" eachother ,, reader is the youngest itoshi , reader has a hard time with emotions and smiling. he loves his big brothers though :)

❝ Take off my high heels, the snow burns my feet. But there is ease in simple aches. ❞ 𓂅 winter, pearly drops.

✃ - - - - -

The ground was blanketed in a layer of white, called snow. You had seen it once in your time in Anakt Garden. While lying on the artificial grass, you reached up and felt the chilliness of the small particles. There were people around you, but you don't remember what they were to you. Friends? Family? Or just acquaintances?

You don't recall. Although you yearn to do so, the memories are too vague to understand. So new ones replaced the old, now that you were not in that world.

The first time you woke up, it felt unsettling. You had memories that weren't entirely your own and a sensation you couldn't identify. The room around you was white—just like the uniforms of Anakt, just like the corridors of every building they constructed. Then, the person holding you took you to a strangely shaped building filled with color. It was there that you met your brothers, Sae and Rin. They looked at you with curiosity, seemingly captivated by your blank stare.

They are kind to you, providing a warmth you hadn't felt before. So here you are, cuddled up to Rin underneath the sheets of your shared bed. Unfortunately for you, despite the frigidness of the snow being familiar, you weren't immune to the effects it had. In short, you had caught a cold and were now resting in bed, Rin being him, said that he would protect you from the cold. He was curled against you, had his cheek pressed against the top of your head, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, while his fingers gripped the back of your shirt.

You sniffled, "Rin-nii..." you voiced, your words slightly muffled from the way you buried your face in Rin's shirt. The boy cracked an eye open and let out a curious hum. "Sae-nii said you would get sick too if you stayed close to me." you rubbed underneath your nose, wanting to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of a clogged nose.

Rin pursed his lips "Nii-chan did say that..." He trailed off. Then he pouted "But you're cold! So I'm staying" He huffed, determined to give you warmth, knowing that you were sensitive to the cold. Your chest felt tight but it wasn't unpleasant. You let a wobbly smile slip out at your brothers' determination.

The door to the room opened, and Sae walked in holding a bottle of medicine syrup and a silver spoon. He set the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed, "(Name), it's time for your medicine" Sae reached over and wiped away a bead of sweat that formed on your forehead. You whined at the mention of medicine but accepted your fate, you tapped Rin on his arm to let you go.

Rin unwrapped his arms from around you reluctantly and let you sit up. Sae poured the medicine into a spoon and brought it up to your lips, you stared unblinkingly at it. You pressed your lips together, already dreading the horrible aftertaste of the medicine. The red-haired boy gave you a stare, moving the spoon closer to your lips. "C'mon (Name)." You pressed your lips tighter, narrowing your eyes at him.

"(Name), if you take it you can go back to playing in the snow!" Rin chirped, a bright smile on his face. You hesitantly opened your mouth and took in the syrup. Sae playfully sighed, "So you listen to Rin but not me?" He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face. All you responded with was a "Bleh" and you stuck out your tongue.

Sae huffed and pinched your cheek lightly "Brat" You flopped back into the bed and let out a yawn, a small tear forming at the corner of your eye. "Yay! Cuddles!" Rin dropped on top of you, making you breathe out an "oof"

"Oops!" Rin rolled off you once he realized you couldn't exactly breathe. He instead wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You looked over to Sae as he was putting the cap on the bottle of medicine. "Sae-nii," You called out to him, "Hm?" He turned his head to look at you and was met with you making puppy eyes at him. Oh no, he already knew what you were planning, "No." Sae deadpanned, his mouth forming a straight line.

"Please?" You stared more intensely, Rin picked up on what you were doing and joined you in doing the puppy eyes "Please Nii-chan?" The boy pled. Sae sweatdropped before finally giving in with a sigh. "Scoot over then" The both of you quickly made space for your eldest brother, he slipped under the covers with the both of you and put an arm over you. Leaving you squished between the most special people in your life.

The snow may have made you sick and brought back confusing memories, but your brothers made everything better.

[wi-tch8]

“ In the darkness of the night, there are stars that shine even in the most darkest shadows. ”

The brightness remains even if the star is no longer there....

I posted this before watching the movie, not a real spoiler, but YESUS!!! I screamed when i saw that scene and remembered this drawing.

I'm sobbing

[fandomnerd9602]

Laura tries on shades as Y/N walks in…

Y/N: they look good. take it you never had sunglasses before?

Laura shakes her head…

Y/N: you want ‘em?

Laura nods…

Y/N pulls out their wallet…

Y/N: damn older sibling responsibilities

Logan walks in…

Logan actually smiles, seeing his children bonding…

[raevulsix]

His eyes said it all.

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[delta-drawsarts]

does kanako steal cookies?

They try to be sneaky with it.

[nightmarettd]

collecting angsty sibling relationships like it's my fucking job

[poetlus]

“SIBLING RIVALRY” — katsuki bakugo & sibling!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being away from home, katsuki comes back for winter break. he reunites with his sibling, y/n, who’s missed him. when he realizes how bad him leaving affected y/n, he makes a proposal.

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: requested!! i wish i could find the blog to tag them, but i lost it :( im so sorry. hopefully u see this requester, cus i really enjoyed writing it!! proofread by @sepptember & @lemkay-luminary :)

“Mom, when is Katsuki coming back?” You asked as you took a nibble of the snack in your hand. You’re both on the couch, sitting arms length apart.

“It should be some time tomorrow, what with New Year’s and all. If that kid doesn’t come to see us for the holiday, I swear he’s gonna get it the next time I see him.” You giggled at your mom’s response, making her laugh too.

“I miss him, ma.” You say as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Me too. Miss that kid like crazy.” She brings you closer to her, rubbing your back.

“He’s, like, my inspiration, y’know. I wanna be a hero just like him.”

“Meh, maybe without all the yelling? He’s gonna give civilians a serious headache if he doesn’t cut that out.” You giggled again, this time in agreement with your mom. You leaned your head on your mothers shoulder, her pajama shirt acting as a pillow. You yawned, thinking about your childhood with Katsuki. It was always filled with laughter and banter. You hoped nothing would change when he came back, although it was very likely that things would. After all, you're both getting older, you’re both maturing. Change was inevitable. After almost drifting off to sleep multiple times, you finally decided it was time for bed.

When you woke up the next morning, it was a little after 7am. You didn’t expect to wake up this early, but you figured it was just your body’s way of telling you that you were excited to see your brother.

You got up and started your morning routine. You took a shower, made some breakfast, and then scrolled on your phone until about 9.

Then, you heard your front door open.

“Katsuki!” You heard your parents exclaim. You shot up from your bed and raced down the hall, nearly slipping on a carpet and crashing into the corner of a wall.

“Holy crap, it’s really you!” You shouted when your eyes fell on your brother. You ran up to him and acted like you were going in for a hug. Right before you made contact with him, you smacked his arm. Hard.

“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?! Is it that busy at UA? Surely you have some time to respond, so why is it that I’m constantly on delivered?? You think you’re too good to text me back, now that you’re almost a pro-hero? Is that it?!” You barked.

“Quit hounding me, will ya?!” Your brother shouted back, smacking your arm back. You jumped back and rubbed the tender spot.

“Hey! That hurt, you ass!”

“Yeah?! Good! I wouldn’t have smacked you if you didn’t hit me first!”

“Well I wouldn’t have smacked you if you had just responded to my texts!”

Your sibling banter went on for another minute, your mom finally tearing the two of you apart.

“God dammit, you kids are no different than when Katsuki was living here! Can’t you just get along?!” The two of you glared at your mom, who was glaring right back— as if she was daring one of you to say something.

“We missed you, Katsuki.” Your dad said from the kitchen, breaking the semi-awkward silence.

“Missed you too, dad.” Bakugo grumbled. He then pushed past you and went to his room, you followed him.

Once you reached his room, you leaned against the doorframe as he set his bag down.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Listen, I’ve just been caught up in hero work, okay? I’m not meaning to ignore you. I always am thinking about you, mom, and dad. You know that— don’t be dumb.” Another awkward quietness fell over the room.

“How’s it here without me?” He asked you.

“It’s really quiet. Kinda unnerving, not gonna lie. It’s like…too quiet. How’s it at UA?”

“It’s good. The dorms are good. The guy I have a room next to is like, my friend or whatever. How’s school?”

“Ooh, a friend? What’s his name? Is he cute?”

“His names Kirishima, and no. He has the weirdest hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“No. Shut up.”

“Ugh, you suck. Have you met any real pros?”

“Duh, a bunch. My teachers Erasurehead— I’ve even met All Might.”

“Woah, no way! How’s that?? Is he as cool in person?!”

“Hell yeah he is.” Bakugo smirked. “You never answered my question.” He looked up at you from his spot on the bed.

“What question?”

“How’s school?” His brow furrowed, as if he felt like he was being tricked.

“Oh,” You huffed slightly. “It’s okay. Boring.”

“Yeah? You make any friends at least?”

“Um.. yeah I guess.”

“You guess? Whatdya mean you guess?”

“I dunno..” You looked like you were going to keep talking, but you stopped yourself.

“Gettin’ good grades?” Katsuki changed the subject. “Ya can’t get into UA without good grades.”

“Mhm,” Katsuki sighed.

“What’s with the dry responses, assface? You were so bubbly just now when we were talking about me.” he, clearly frustrated with your change in demeanor.

“It’s nothing, dickwad,” You returned his energy back, but then quieted down again. “I just feel like we aren’t as close anymore. Ever since you got into UA, you’ve changed so much. You’re a lot more…serious. Not like when you were living here. And now, especially when you’re in the dorms, we’re even further from you. It’s like you’re gettin’ to be a stranger.” You quickly realized how much you confessed and stiffened up.

“But— but forget about it! I don’t care that much anyways.” You turned around and began to walk out of Katsuki’s room, the tips of your ears and the apples of your cheeks warming quicker than you expected.

As you stepped foot out of your brother’s room, you heard his voice.

“Hey, come back!” You stopped and turned around. “What makes you say that, huh? I’m not a stranger, I’m your brother. I’m always gonna be with you.”

“What makes me say that is the fact that you left me here. I don’t have anybody to talk to when I don’t want to talk to mom or dad. I’m alone, Katsuki.”

Your brother sighed and motioned you to come sit beside him on his bed. When you did, he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer to him.

“I know I left you. You think I don’t feel bad about that?” You were quiet as tears began to blur your vision. “I think about you every day. I really do mean it when I say I’m too busy to respond, but I am thinking about you. The whole reason I left is because I’m thinking about you. Saving you, protecting you, being your hero.” A tear formed in your eye and fell onto your leg.

“Quit cryin, you big loser.” He took his arm off of you and playfully bumped your shoulder.

“I love you Katsuki.” You said as you wiped your tears and sniffled.

“I love you too, kid.” your brother’s words were soft spoken and gentle. “I’ll make you a deal.” You perked up in confusion, the tears from before quickly drying up.

“If you promise— and I mean cross your heart— that you won’t embarrass me in front of my friends, I’ll talk to Mr. Aizawa about bringing you to UA for a day. You can babysit Eri or something.”

“What?! You mean it?!” You gasped lightly.

“Only if you promise!” He shouted.

“I promise, I promise! Cross my heart!” You yelled back, gesturing to the right side of your chest.

“Alright.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day with your parents, eating a delicious home cooked meal and spending quality time together. Once it got dark, the four of you all retreated to your rooms after a long day. You were watching a movie when you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” Katsuki’s muffled voice said.

“What?” You called from the other side of the door.

“Can I stay the night in here?” He opened it, revealing him in his black band tee and plaid pajama pants. You smiled.

“Sure, but I’m not giving up my bed. You can sleep on the floor.” He huffed, unsatisfied with your answer.

“But your bed’s so comfortable! You got the memory foam mattress!” He whined.

“Too bad, so sad. Take it or leave it, stupid.” Katsuki sighed and walked towards you, flopping onto your bed anyways.

“No! Katsuki, get off!” You shouted as you realized what was happening too late. You attempted to push him off of your bed, but to no avail. He was staying on that damned bed whether you liked it or not.

[moonlight0934]

Being Robin is the best thing I've ever done

Damian curls up on the couch, flipping his book open. It’s quiet in the manor with almost all of its occupants out of town. Bruce is out of the country, helping the JL with some big mission while Alfred is visiting England. Jason had left town right after Bruce to visit Roy and Lian. Cass is working in Frace on a mission, and Stephanie is working a case with Dick. That leaves Tim and Damian as the only two vigilantes left in the city, though Damian honestly hasn’t minded. Sleeping is hard in this big, quiet house, and splitting the patrol routes with Tim leaves him out a lot longer than it normally would. It leaves him with less time sitting in the dark in his room. 

Tim has also been a quiet partner, not speaking much over the comms, which leads Damian to think that he’s got something else on his mind. He’s not normally that quiet, but Damian isn’t going to push. He’s probably working on a tough case. It has been pretty chill since they were left alone with no Rogue attacks, or major issues in Jason’s territory. Damian pauses his reading after a while, glancing down at his watch. 

“Hm, I lost track of time. I should start preparing dinner.” 

He gently places the bookmark into his book, but his phone starts ringing before he can stand up.

“Hello.” 

“Hey, can you get out on the streets? I’m working a gang case, and it turns out that drugs are involved. Now a few people are kinda trying to kill me.” 

“Make sure your tracker is on, and I’ll be there in a few,” Damian replies, trying not to sound exasperated. 

He’s not going to have time to make and eat dinner at this rate. They’re going to finish this, and then he’ll have maybe ten minutes before patrol, and that’s if he’s lucky. He can’t put patrol off since the area he’s covering is so large, and he has school tomorrow morning. He fixes his cape with a sigh. 

Guess I have to give up the idea of eating tonight. I’ll get up in time to have breakfast tomorrow. 

He pulls up Tim’s tracker, and heads off to his brother’s location. He makes the trip quickly between his grapple gun, and small sprints across rooftops. The wind is blowing pretty hard, ruffling his hair and cape. He finds Tim completely alone, tucked in an alleyway, dressing a small wound on his arm. 

“Red.” 

Tim waves briefly without looking up. 

“Where are the criminals, and who are we dealing with?” 

“They’re a few blocks back, but I wasn’t able to stop the deal yet. So they’ll either find us, or claim that they scared us off when the client asks about it. It’s one of Gotham’s ‘elite’. One of those socialite pricks. I don’t remember his name, but he’s the worst. Calls me names all the time,” Tim adds under his breath as he pins the bandage in place. 

“What kind of- Nevermind. We can discuss that later. Especially since we have an event in a few days.” 

“Will the others be back by then?” 

Damian shrugs. “I don’t know, but it currently isn’t looking like it. I was told that I would probably have to represent, so…” 

“Damn, must be serious, cause I thought he would never ask you. Anyway, we should stop that deal before the prick gets away.” 

Damian hums, motioning for Tim to lead the way. Damian follows Tim back to the warehouse where goons are gathering back up, obviously having given up on finding Tim. Damian clocks the socialite instantly since he’s the only one dressed up, and is actively rummaging through an absurd amount of drugs, all packed into tiny little bags. 

“He’s probably going to be hosting a party or something like that,” Tim says distastefully. 

“Is that normal?” 

“Well considering I got invited to a drug party the day after my dad’s funeral, I’ll say yes.” 

“That doesn’t seem socially appropriate.” Tim shrugs. 

“Gotham doesn’t even have common courtesy. I’ll go around back, you come from the side. Make sure to secure the drugs first. I’ll tie him up real fast, and then we can take out the goons.” 

Damian nods, hopping off of the building. He sees Tim race across to the next building so he can make his way around, and take them by surprise, and also take out the reinforcements lurking inside the warehouse. Damian waits a couple of minutes, perched on top of a lamppost, watching them talk. Then he swings over, landing between the socialite and the dealer. He knocks the dealer out with one swift hit, and slams the case of drugs closed. The socialite takes off, but Damian doesn’t bother with him, instead turning his attention back to the hordes of goons running towards him. 

Wow, this must have been a large deal. Maybe his first with these dealers, so they’re trying to prove something. Not that it matters how many of them there are. 

The next fifteen minutes are a blur of fighting making sure to keep the drugs in his peripheral. Finally, the only people left standing are him, and Tim, who’s standing a few feet away. 

“Ok, I’ll call the cops, and have them all taken in,” Tim says, grabbing his phone. 

Damian nods, a hand reaching up to his collarbone. There’s a small cut there, though quite deep. 

How did I get that? Ugh, doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it later, once patrol is over. This took longer than I had hoped, and now I’m going to be late starting patrol if the cops take as long as they normally do to show up. Ugh, I’m going to get home so late. 

Damian can’t help the way his lips twist into a deep frown. Tim drops a hand onto Damian’s shoulder. 

“Hey, you good?” 

“I’m fine, just annoyed. I haven’t eaten today, and it looks like a late night is ahead of us.” 

“Well, how about this: we can go get some food, and I’ll take the last half hour of your patrol route if you’re not feeling up to it? You don’t have to answer now, but if you’re tired, or it’s getting too late, then you can comm me, and I’ll come to you.” 

Damian hesitates. 

“Alright, but I don’t need you to patrol for me. I can cover that.” 

“Ok, then you don’t have to reach out.” 

Tim puts a gentle hand on Damian’s shoulder, holding it there for a second. Damian’s shoulders slump, allowing himself to relax. He tenses as soon as the sound of the sirens reach them, and Tim pulls away. He walks over to the case, opening it, and counting the bags. 

Damn it, why didn’t I remember to do that? We’re always supposed to have our own files to give to Gordon so we can make sure the right amount makes it all the way to evidence. 

Damian strides off to meet the cops. Exactly as Damian thought it would, they end up taking forever to get everyone into custody, and gather all of the evidence, making Tim and Damian almost two hours late to start patrol. Damian ends up telling Tim that they should get started immediately since they’re so late, and he’ll eat when he gets home. By then, his head is spinning, and he’s a little dizzy. If Tim notices, he doesn’t mention it. 

“Make sure you let me know when you get home, Baby Bat.”

Damian nods, the world tilting even after he’s stilled. He doesn’t remember most of patrol, breezing through it without really being able to keep track of what’s going on. He’s coming to the last stretch when his legs give out. 

Damn, this shouldn’t be happening just cause I haven’t eaten, and didn’t sleep last night. I’ve trained for this. 

He stumbles back to his feet unsteadily, reaching for his comm. 

“Red, can you finish up my patrol? I think I need to get home. I don’t feel well,” he admits, the words feeling like poison rolling off of his tongue. 

“Of course, let me know when you get home. I’ll come check on you in a bit. I’ve got your location, so you can head back home now.” 

“Alright.” 

Damian flips his comm off with a tired sigh. He walks home since it’s not far, but it still takes forever, and his head is pounding in time with his heart by the time he gets there. He changes into shorts and a t-shirt, then heads for the kitchen. He reaches for the door of the fridge, then blinks in surprise at his purple nails. 

What the hell? 

He doesn’t even feel his legs go out this time, barely conscious enough to notice when his head hits the tiles.

Tim races across the rooftop at the end of Jason’s territory, keeping an eye out for any muggers, or small drug deals since Jason is pretty strict about that. This isn’t the first time that Jason has trusted Tim with his territory, but Tim always feels like he has to be hypervigilant since if something happens, Jason won’t be here to make an example out of the person at fault. Normally there’d be some dramatic ass retaliation like cutting out their tongue. 

He’s such a theater kid, so dramatic, but everything seems fine here. Guess I should go finish Dami’s patrol, and meet him at the house. He should have checked back in by now, but maybe he just forgot. He did seem off… I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll finish up quickly, and then head there. 

Tim races through the rest of Damian’s patrol, not even realizing how fast he’s going, but his anxiety doesn’t let him slow down. The mansion is quiet, even as he walks down the front hall. Tim doesn’t notice that he didn’t lock the door upon coming inside. A lump appears in Tim’s throat, and suddenly he’s unable to swallow. 

“Dames? You home?” 

There’s no answer, and the dread creeps down his throat, nestling in his chest. 

Calm down, maybe he’s in his room. 

“Dames?” he calls again, glancing into the sitting room. 

He continues walking upon finding no one there, and stops in the doorway to the kitchen. His heart stutters before he’s racing towards Damian. His baby brother is sprawled out across the floor, blood pooling around his head. There’s a cut across his forehead, which looks like he got it in the fall, but he’s not moving either. Tim looks him over, noting how his lips and nails are blue. He leans down to put his ear against Damian’s chest, the other hand held right above Damian’s lips. Tim finds his breathing far too shallow, and his heartbeat slow. 

He brushes Damian’s hair away from the cut, only to realize how cold Damian’s skin is. His eyes narrow in on a cut along Damian’s collarbone, small, but deep. 

“Careful, cause these guys are using some pretty nasty drugs, so don’t let ’em stick you with anything,” Jason had told him before leaving town. 

“You’re overdosing.” 

Tim rushes to pull his phone out of his pocket, knowing that he’s not equipped to deal with this alone. 

“He keeps the other hand pressed to the inside of Damian’s wrist. 

“Come on, Damian. Stay with me.” 

He explains the situation to the operator, claiming that Damian had gotten nicked with something while they were on a walk earlier as it was getting dark, but neither of them really thought much of it. They assumed it was nothing, but he was unconscious and barely breathing when Tim got back from grabbing dinner. Once the man on the other end gives Tim an estimate of ten minutes before the ambulance gets there, Tim hangs up, though the man did tell him to stay on the line. He doesn’t bother with that, turning his full attention to Damian. The door is unlocked already, so there’s no reason for him to focus on anything else. 

“Ok, stay with me, buddy,” Tim whispers as Damian’s breath stutters.

It evens out, and Tim releases a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“It’s ok, Akh,” Tim whispers, the word feeling foreign in his mouth, but familiar to his ears. He’s not even sure when Damian had started calling him that, but it never quite felt right to say it back, as though he was overstepping a boundary, and Damian is so careful about the walls he’s built around himself. 

Tim cards a hand through Damian’s sweaty hair, pulling him fully onto his side to clear his airways. A few minutes later, Damian stirs for the first time, then vomits all over Tim, and down the front of his own shirt, almost choking. Tim pats his back, trying not to wince. 

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” he whispers over and over as if it will make Damian hold on. 

Then all of the sudden, paramedics are crashing into the room, and Tim is pulled away from his baby brother. He feels like crying, and pushing back to Damian, but he doesn’t do either. He merely sits back on his heels, and stays out of the way as they suction vomit out of Damian’s throat before placing an oxygen mask on him. He does follow them out to the ambulance, only stopping to grab a travel bag from the closet so he can change clothes once they get there. He tucks himself into the corner, farther from them, and watches. He watches every small deviation to Damian’s heart rate, and he watches Damian’s oxygen levels go down even though he’s having air pumped into his lungs. Thankfully he’s still stable by the time they reach the hospital, but Tim feels dread pool in his stomach when they take him back immediately. 

Reasonably he knows how bad it is, but this just confirms it for him. That Damian is critical, and requires care over everyone else there. He slips into the bathroom to change. Turns out this bag is Dick’s, so Tim has to roll the pants up, and tighten his belt the most he can, then pull the hoodie on just so the shirt will stay over his shoulders. It’s comforting despite being uncomfortable to have on, the clothes smell like Dick. They cling to him loose enough to feel like a hug, but tight enough to stay in place. He wraps one arm around himself, the other hand going for his phone. He’s dialing the number before he even registers what he’s doing. 

Stephanie sounds groggy when she answers, “Tim, it’s an ungodly hour, what’s going on?” 

“Is Dick with you?” he asks, knowing she was staying at his apartment while they were working the case. 

“He’s in his room. We only got back from working like three hours ago. Do you want me to get him?” 

“Yeah, I need to talk to both of you,” Tim says, his voice shaking. 

He can hear springs creaking, and Stephanie grunting as she forces herself out of bed. Probably on aching muscles, and tired bones if they were working a mere three hours ago. Tim can feel his own body beginning to shut down from everything he’s put it through, and the drop of adrenaline. They’re all used to the feeling though, being dragged out of bed to deal with something new right after climbing in, and falling asleep. 

“Dick.” He can hear knocking to accompany his oldest brother’s name. 

“Yeah, Steph, what’s up?” Dick asks, sounding sleepy. 

“Tim called me, and he wanted you to be here before he would tell me why,” Stephanie says, a bit of fear seeping into her voice. “You’re on speaker, Tim. Dick’s here.” 

“Hey, Timmy, what’s up?” Dick says, sounding concerned as well. 

“So, something happened. You guys are the only ones still in the country other than Jason, so I figured I’d call. I’m gonna text Bruce and Alfred, and they can call me when they have the chance. Anyway, Damian got hurt earlier. It was a small cut, but it ended up being used to transfer drugs into his system. He overdosed after getting home. We’re in the hospital now, but the guys were taken care of earlier.” 

“Is he ok?” Dick demands, and Tim can hear him snatch Stephanie’s phone out of her hands. 

“I don’t know. He was breathing when we got here, but his oxygen levels were horrible, and I didn’t have any Narcan on hand when I got home. So I couldn’t do anything, but call 911. He was taken in, and I finished changing clothes.” 

“We’ll be there in an hour.” 

“Do you have any more information?” Stephanie asks as Dick’s footsteps fade. 

“No.” 

“Are you alright?” 

“No,” Tim says, his voice breaking. 

“Alright, stay on the phone with me. We’ll be there soon. Sit down, and focus on breathing.” 

Tim drops into a chair in the waiting room, curling in on himself. Stephanie keeps up a soft, steady stream of quiet reassurances as she changes clothes, brushes her hair, and gets her shoes on. Tim listens, but doesn’t respond. He can still feel Damian’s cold skin, and sweaty hair; can see his blue nails and lips. Tim takes a deep breath to calm himself down, but he can smell the acrid scent of vomit all over him. He sobs, his chest hitching. Everything fades into the background until a small hand lands on his shoulder. Then he’s being pulled into Stephanie’s arms as she rubs her hand up and down his spine. 

“It’s ok. Let it out, I’m here. Dick’s checking in on Dami, and he’ll tell us Dami’s condition when he comes back. Everything’s going to be ok,” Stephanie reassures him, keeping him cradled in her arms. 

Tim continues crying, clinging onto Stephanie. Stephanie rocks him back and forth, keeping him close to her chest. It takes a while for him to calm down, his breathing still distinctly off. Stephanie softly wipes away his tears as Dick walks back over. At this point, they’re on the floor, and Tim is leaning against Stephanie. 

“He’s alive. He’s going to be transferred to the ICU soon, but he’s alive. I also called the others to tell them what happened. Are you sure you’re alright, Tim?” Dick asks, and Tim can’t even blame him. 

This reaction is so out of the ordinary, and far more emotional than he tends to be. Tim shudders, pressing his face into Stephanie’s neck as all of the noises around him get louder. 

“He’s running a temperature,” Stephanie whispers. 

“Ok, I want to see if we can get him checked out. I’ll go ask them. See if you can pull any information out of him about if anything could have happened to him too.” 

They’re still on the floor when Dick comes back, but Stephanie looks pensive. 

“He said that he got hurt right before Damian, but it was fine, because he only needed three stitches.” 

“Do you think drugs might have been involved with him too?” 

“It’s possible. I don’t think he’s overdosing, but I have no real way of knowing. Wouldn’t it have hit him sooner?” 

“Not necessarily, especially since Damian’s a lot smaller than Tim.” 

Dick puts a hand on Tim’s forehead, leaning him away from Stephanie. Tim whines, his eyes glossy. 

“Give him to me,” Dick commands. 

Stephanie pulls back, and Dick scoops Tim into his arms. 

“No, let go of me. I’m fine,” Tim argues, his movements slow as he tries to get away from Dick. He can’t even get his hands out of his hoodie sleeves though, making his efforts completely useless. He flops against Dick’s chest after only a few seconds, his eyes drooping with the effort. Dick says something, but it feels too far away for Tim to keep up, so he decides to go to sleep since that feels infinitely easier. 

Damian wakes up surprisingly unaware. Normally he’d be aware as soon as he’s conscious, but waking up feels slow this time. It’s not something that he’s used to, but it has happened before. Normally with concussions, or heavy medication. The first thing he notes when he manages to pry his heavy eyes open is that Brown is sitting nearby, one leg propped across her lap, a book settled against it. Her eyes trace the pages, not even noticing Damian. It’s quickly apparent where he is, and he tsks in disapproval. 

If Brown is here, then Grayson is too. That means I did something to land myself in the hospital, and pull them away from their case. But what was it? I can’t remember anything other than… going home to my book. 

“Brown.” 

Stephanie looks up, her eyes lighting up. 

“Hey, Dames. How are you feeling?” 

“Sore, and quite tired. What happened?” 

“You got drugged, overdosed. Tim called us.” 

“Timothy, we were-” Patrol. “Where is he?” 

“He’s also admitted. He’ll be fine, but they want to watch him while they get the rest of the drugs out of his system too. Dick wanted us to swap, but Tim insisted that I sit with you. Wanted to make sure that you were being watched by someone who would text him immediately. Speaking of which, I’m going to do that while we’re talking, I’m still listening.” 

“I remember everything. Everything except getting home. I was walking there, but I don’t actually remember making it home. Did I get there before passing out?” 

Stephanie nods. 

“Yep, no need to worry about what state you were in. The cover story has been taken care of too. The only thing you need to focus on is getting better.” 

Damian hums, having heard that a thousand times before. 

“I want to see Timothy.” 

“Yeah, and I’m sure he wants to see you too,” Stephanie replies, setting her phone back down on the nightstand. 

Damian proceeds to sit up, and reach for his IV. Stephanie barely has time to catch his hand before he can rip it out. 

“Chill, little dude. You’ll be able to see Tim in a bit. You need that though.” 

“Unhand me.” 

She lets him go. 

“Fine, but no trying to take that out again. Your dad is also on his way back. He was worried about you.” 

“Wonderful. Just what I needed.” 

“Hey, you guys handled things well. You made sure that the criminals were stopped, and you managed to get medical help before Dick and I got here. You didn’t need any help. You did a good job while you were alone.” Damian rolls his eyes. He yawns, and Stephanie pats his leg. 

“Try to get some more rest, and you can see Tim when you wake up.” 

Damian tries to argue, but finds he can barely keep his eyes open. So he gives in, and lets himself sleep. 

Someone is talking when he wakes up again, and he has half a mind to tell them to shut up, but then he recognizes the voice. His eyes snap open, Tim’s blurry shape coming into view. He’s wearing jeans, and a far too big hoodie, dark bags under his eyes. He’s talking to Dick, who’s standing in the doorway. 

“I have to go pick B up from the airport, or he’s going to drive here on no sleep in the last six days. I’ll be back.” 

He slips out, and Tim turns back to Damian. His eyes light up when he meets Damian’s. 

“Dami, you’re awake! Hey,” Tim says, sitting down in the chair Stephanie was in before. 

“Hello, Timothy. Are you alright?” 

“I’m alright. I had some drugs in my system, but I’m ok. You, on the other hand, almost died.” 

Tim reaches out to brush Damian’s hair back. Damian smiles. 

“You’re going to be alright. The doctors say you’re healing well, and Dick is on his way to pick up Bruce now.” 

Damian nods.

“I heard you speaking to Grayson… but I’m still tired.” 

Tim frowns. 

“Alright, you can go back to sleep. It’s ok.” 

Damian twists his fingers together, trying to figure out how to voice what he’s thinking. Apparently he doesn’t need to since Tim stands after a few seconds. 

“Scoot over. I get it, I don’t really want to feel like you’re not here either. I’m ok though, I promise.” 

Damian nods again, scooting to the side. Tim climbs up beside him, opening his arms. Damian nestles against Tim’s side, careful not to disrupt his IV. He sighs, letting his eyes close. He drifts off to Tim’s quiet breathing.

[two-bees-poetry]

antigone was right

[wordysmith101]

Whenever I see this you can see the relationship of the big brother teasing his younger brother. Its so cute and adorable

[mirrology]

𝒞ARE (.n) ꒰৯ ໒꒱ ━━    " the process of protecting someone or something and providing what that person or thing needs " wc: 373

── .✦ 𝒴our brothers are idiots. You know that very well, they get into scuffles almost daily and can never stop bickering. Every time you walk into their room they're already arguing about who knows what. Despite all of this, you know that they care about each other, you suppose that throwing insults at the other is their love language.

They care for each other, and they care for you too. Whenever you feel like your world is falling apart, they always know how to make you smile. Atsumu's hair ruffles might be annoying, but they bring you back to reality when you start to spiral and remind you that you’re not alone. Osamu’s rare home-cooked meals provide warmth and serve as a reminder that even when you don’t see it, there will always be someone who is concerned for your well-being.

Yes, your brothers may be idiots, but it didn't matter to you.

↳ Soft snores escaped your slightly open mouth as you gripped the soft blanket in your closed fist. Your eyes were puffy and red, and drying tear tracks shone under the dim light of a lamp. A calloused hand stroked your head, the same one that lulled you to sleep not too long ago. "Geez, they fell asleep pretty fast." Atsumu hummed with an amused grin, propping his arm on the plush bed as he lay on his stomach. Osamu nodded, continuing to provide you with comfort, even if you were asleep.

"They must have been exhausted." The grey-haired twin uttered, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your tear-stained face. Atsumu picked up on his twin's gaze, "D'ya think it was someone?" His face turned serious. Osamu only shook his head. It was a possibility, but they would have found out by now if someone was making fun of you.

The fake blond only raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "We can ask when they wake up if it makes you feel better." Osamu huffed at his twin's judgemental stare, giving him a deadpan in retaliation. Atsumu nodded and turned to lay on his back, perhaps he could also take a nap in the meantime. Osamu rolled his eyes at the other, but he didn't mind looking over his siblings.

[sillyhanako]

౨ৎ﹒not with us, us, us﹐゛

୧﹒your life as JULIAN LOKI's sibling ☆

﹒꒦꒷ cw﹔can be read as m!reader or gn!reader, big paragraphs, The Shidou Treatment, lower case intended and thats pretty much it

୧ ₊˚ 688 wc ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

꒱﹒a/n : julian nation make some noise!!!

ー﹕m.list﹐

you get to be utterly spoiled by him, he takes you with him to buy the weekly groceries and you manage to "sneak" some snacks in (he definitely caugh you and was about to remove them and scold you about how unhealthy they are but he unfortunately cant resist your cute victorious look). gives you a huge monthly allowance but sometimes if youre saving it for something he lets you use his black card, and takes you out shopping whenever he notices you switch to a new aestethic. everybody even his teammates tell him hes spoiling you too much but hes convinced theyre overdramatic and " me? ahaha no im not spoiling them rotten - im just doing my job as a big brother! "

you get to be at pxg's practice matches, holding the water bottles and towels but sometimes even subbing in for lolz ,but the opposing team arent so happy about this because you and julian on the same teams just means trouble and wipes out all hopes to score goals. you and julian are so in sync its impossible to break through you, you dont even need to call for passes or think about a strategy, after all this what happens when youve been passing to him since 7.

you decided to follow your brother's footsteps and youve talked to him about it, he ofcourse was happy for you and was more than exited to follow his career but with you besides him. So naturally he bought you with him to the Neon Egoist League seeing that it was a big opportunity to hone your skills how isnt it honed after all these years?

being THE Julian Loki sibling isnt something to take lightly, or so told by his fans. even though you dont lean to the fame side you do take few photoshoots just because youre in a good mood, and god do they blow up. You play as the "wild card" in matches, only subbing in when faced with a particularly hard team. scoring a "few" goals wich ended with the PxG winning. After few hours after the match you find your edits on tiktok. (you liked them). You enjoyed replying to them with "damn whos that" or "i lowkey look fine 😍"

Either playing on the field or sitting on the bench you get to witness the chaotic blue lockians beef live. Everybody tries to separate the beefers but you werent even trying, it was way too hard to get up from the bed this morning and now you gotta be forced to separate two wild dogs? No thanks. But you do take a video which you post on the main gc after the match.

With the new blue lock memebers on your team you ofcourse got curious about their play style, their personnalities and whatnot. meanwhile Shidou got his eyes on you the moment you stepped on the field, the moment you scored a goal, he claimed you made him "explode" while you were looking at him like ??? He would throw himself on you so much to the point you now perfectly dodge him, he would post a pic of you and him on his private twitter account with a school-girl-in-love bio. He kept bothering you for your contact information for so long you gave up and gave it to him. The first 14 spam messages were a sign that this was a bad idea and silencing him was the best choice.

Speaking of your contact info you get added to so much groupchats its insane and its just between the blue lockians.. so why are you even there!?!?! The groupchats consisted of "normal" ones, of -2 braincells one to chill in and have unlogical conversations, multiple of absolutely terrifying ones that if you say a single wrong word EVEN a typo... you get absolutely flammed. But not you ofcourse - you rarely chat and flamming you would just mean youll never say a thing again, and definetly not beacuse of someone with blonde hair and pink tips would chew out anyone who looks the wrong way at you.

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