#hey jay sorry about the anon ask i sent you like a month ago when i was shy asking to use your art as insp for animation stuff

[komystda]

tim character animation practice! this took a lot longer than it shouldve

when first getting back into marble hornets last month a huge inspiration was the lovely @sickhoondr and their style of drawing the characters, so a huge thank you for the fantastic art 🐟 💙 and making me want to make these silly moving pictures

hopefully i can make more of these but this took a while HAHA

Here's some different versions and progress for anyone thats curious:

from storyboards to final, i hope you guys enjoy the little animation haha. more to come, so as always stay tuned

[deanstead]

That’s What We’re Here For

Pairing: Will Halstead x HalsteadSister!Reader x Jay Halstead

Request by anon: Hello! Could you maybe write halstead!sister imagine? She is always helping others including her brothers but refuses to get help herself and she just hides that something is wrong. And it got to the point when it's hard to hide it so Jay and Will get really worried about her.

Warnings: non-con touching, harassment, angst, mild cursing

A/N: First Halstead sister fic, which was also a request! I tried to balance out enough of each brother, so I hope it came out well and that you like it! Thanks for making this request! As usual, would love to hear thoughts or feedback! I’ll continue to take Halstead Sister requests, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to drop me an ask! ^^

Part 2

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Jay got up as you pushed the door to your apartment open.

“Hey, I thought you said…” he stopped midsentence as you looked up at him. 

“Jay?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice as you wondered why your older brother was sitting in your apartment, before you remembered that you had actually agreed to meet him earlier. “Oh my god, I’m sorry Jay. I completely forgot.”

Jay furrowed his brow. “Y/N? Did something happen?”

You paused but shook your head. “No, I just… got caught up.”

You knew that Jay wasn’t buying your story but you pretended not to notice. “Jay, can we just get some food? Please?”

Jay sighed, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye before nodding. “Will’s buying.”

You broke into a smile. “Definitely in.”

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You twirled your pen in your hand, nodding along as your colleague made her presentation, occasionally looking down at your notes. You looked back up at the presentation, and that’s when you felt it. Again. A hand on your knee.

You could feel your body freeze, and you could almost feel ice travelling up your veins. You swallowed.

It had started a few months ago. You still remembered the first time he had made a comment about the dress you were wearing and your figure. Then it had progressed to staring, a few brush ups against you that were just a little too close for comfort and once even a rubbing of your upper arms that sent the alarm bells ringing in your head.

You looked up at him, your team leader. He was looking away, as if he was totally invested in what your colleague was presenting, so much so that no one else could have guessed what was happening.

You shifted your knee uncomfortably, pulling your leg away and crossing them, angling your body away from him. Yet, at the same time, you knew it was futile. All these months, any form of rejection or attempt to avoid him just seemed to make him more determined to get what he wanted.

You hadn’t told anyone what was happening but you were strong and you weren’t about to let this asshole break you. That’s what your father had ingrained in you and that’s how your brothers were. You’d be damned if you broke to pieces.

So you kept on a brave front, avoided being alone with him as much as you could and never let on to anyone, including your brothers, that anything was amiss.

But if this kept up, you weren’t sure how long more you could go on.

You’d only admit this to yourself late at night in the darkness of your bedroom, huddled in the safety of your covers, but you were getting a little scared. He was getting bolder and he seemed to be trying his luck but stuck in a male-dominated environment, you weren’t sure about letting yourself become embroiled into a he said-she said situation.

As the meeting ended, you quickly stood up but not quickly enough apparently. “Y/N, can I see you in my office, please?”

You froze but you knew there was no way of getting out of this one so you simply nodded, moving out of the meeting room to put your notes on your desk before heading to his office.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his office door and let yourself in, leaving the door open.

“Close the door, please.” He said, while smiling, his smile only managing to send shivers down your spine.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat but followed his instructions, finding no way to argue. “I just wanted to talk to you about your progress reports.” He continued, motioning for you to sit down.

“Is there a problem?” You asked.

He smiled back at you. “Not at all, I think they’re very well done.” He got up. “More well done than I expected.” He continued, pacing the office, his fingers trailing across your shoulders as he walked behind you. You took another breath as you felt his fingers touch the fabric of your dress.

You moved, turning to look at him square in the eye and he smiled back at you. “Just wanted to tell you to keep up the good work.”

“If you keep it up and make the right choices, you’ll do very well here.” He continued.

You swallowed down the bile that you could feel at the back of your throat. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work.”

You stood up and made your way to his office door until you felt him grab your arm and push you slightly against the wall. You took a sharp intake of breath as he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching your ear. “Remember, the right choices.” He whispered before he stepped backwards, smirking.

You quickly left his office, making a beeline for the restroom. You barely made it in time to the toilet before you threw up.

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“Hey.” Will called, jogging towards Jay.

Jay nodded, glancing back down at his watch. “I’m just stopping by. I have to get back to the district soon. Listen, about…”

Will didn’t need Jay to finish his sentence. “Y/N, right? Yeah, something’s definitely up.”

Jay nodded, “As long as we’re on the same page about this. You know her…”

Will shrugged, “The stubborn gene was passed on by Pops. She’ll never reach out first for help. Let’s wait and see before we you know... intervene.”

Jay glanced at his watch again. “I really got to go. I’ll see you tonight though?” Will nodded back as Jay got back into his truck.

Will sighed as he watched his younger brother drive off. Something was definitely up. Even when they had met for dinner a few nights ago, there had been something different, something off, something he or Jay couldn’t put their finger on, which worried him.

As he looked up to go back in, he noticed an all too familiar silhouette and took another glance.

“Y/N?” Will called out.

You were almost at the entrance and turned, giving your oldest brother a sheepish smile. “Hey Will.”

Will jogged towards you. “What are you doing here?” You could see that look on his face as he looked you over.

“I think it’s my IBS.” You grimaced as another cramp ripped through your abdomen. “Can you just…”

“Come on, let’s get you checked out.” Will muttered, pulling his arm around you gently as you sighed.

Thankfully, it was a slow day at Med and Will was able to get you into a treatment room before long. “Ethan, I need your help.” Will called.

“What do we have?” Ethan asked, jogging in.

Will glanced at you. “This is my sister, Y/N. She thinks her IBS is starting out again, can you just take a look?”

Ethan nodded at you. “Hi, I’m Dr Choi, let me take a look?”

You lay back as he pressed your abdomen gently and went through the necessary checks and questions before nodding. “Let’s just get a scan in case. If nothing is out of the ordinary, we’ll get you setup with some of your normal medications and you can go.”

“Thanks Doc.” You replied, giving Will a ‘I told you so’ look before sitting up again.

As Ethan left the room, Will continued to stare at you, leaning on the wall and folding his arms. “You haven’t had an episode in a while. Are you stressed?”

You shrugged. “Not really.”

Will continued to stare at you. “You’re going to stare a hole through me.” You commented.

“You threw up.” Will pointed out.

“It’s just a small episode, Will. I’ll be fine.” You stressed.

“Dr Halstead, we need you in Treatment 5.” Maggie popped her head in and Will nodded.

He looked back at you. “I’ll be fine. Go save lives.” You told your brother.

Will gave you another glance before nodding, reaching forward to give you a gentle pat on your head.

You watched as your older brother ran across the emergency department and into the opposite treatment room.

---

You pushed open the door to your apartment, heading straight for the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before swallowing the medication that you had gotten from your earlier trip to Med. You had barely convinced Will to let you take a cab home by yourself.

In the safety of your apartment, finally alone, you sank to the floor, resting the back of your head against the counter, feeling the cold from the tiles seep into the back of your head. You closed your eyes as it hit you, everything from the past few months, always looking over your shoulder, constantly being on the lookout, everything, and you dissolved into tears, bringing your hands up to your face as you sobbed.

You didn’t even hear the sound of keys and the main door opening until Jay’s voice pierced through your consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

But you couldn’t stop now, you just kept shaking your head as the sobs left your body.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay, come here.” Jay soothed, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head gently as you sobbed into his shoulder. “Okay, let it out. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Jay kept repeating.

You didn’t know Will had even entered the apartment until you felt a second pair of arms encircle your shaking form without saying anything.

You don’t know how long you were on the ground, your body tucked tightly between your two brothers, your favourite people in the world. When your sobs finally subsided, Jay was the first to move, pulling away gently to look at you.

Now you were embarrassed and you didn’t raise your head.

“Hey.” Jay called, forcing you to look up at him.

“Okay come on, let’s get you up first.” Will spoke, gently pulling you up, his eyes flicking to the medication on the counter.

You didn’t say anything but let them guide you to the couch. Jay plopped himself onto the floor, eyes still on you, while Will sat next to you, one hand on your back.

“What’s going on?” Will asked, his voice warm.

You remained silent. Jay put his hand on your knee and you jerked it away instinctively before you looked back at him. Jay froze before sitting up straighter. “Y/N, it’s us. Come on.” He urged, his green eyes holding a look of worry now.

“It’s nothing.” You mumbled.

Will sighed. “Okay, that’s enough. You don’t think we’ve noticed?”

You dragged your eyes back up to Will at the sound of his strained voice, expecting to see that look he had when he was pissed but instead you were met with his worried gaze. “Come on, let us in.” Will said.

Jay pushed himself further upright. “Hey.” You looked back at Jay now. “You remember, when I was having a tough time? Nightmares, PTSD, bad cases, all that crap? You barged in and wouldn’t let me reject your help.”

“Yeah, and when I catch a tough day at the hospital, or even when I was having a tough time with Natalie? You barely left my side.” Will chipped in.

Jay sighed, “For once in your life, it’s okay to get help. We’re your brothers, that’s what we’re here for.”

Your lower lip trembled as you looked down. “Pop was right. I’m useless.”

“Hey, Y/N Halstead, you look at me.” Jay snapped, and you raised your head again to look at him. “Pop had no idea what he was talking about. He used to go off on Will and me all the time too, remember?”

Your eyes flicked from Will to Jay. Will nodded, “Come on, he thought my medical degree was useless. Pop just… said things he didn’t mean, you know that.”

You remained silent.

“Now, spill.” Jay stressed as Will gave him a pointed look.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Will asked, gentler this time.

At your hesitation, Jay pushed himself off the ground and sat next to you on the couch. “It’s not weak to ask for help. Isn’t that what you told me? For three days straight, mind.”

“It’s my boss.” You finally whispered, your voice cutting through the silence as you found yourself spilling everything out. If there was anyone you could trust in this world, it was Will and Jay – your rocks. They might be idiots and sometimes overprotective but they were as solid as they came and you wouldn’t trade them for anyone in the world.

You didn’t go into the details but you could feel Jay tense up next to you. “Jay.” You put your hand on his arm. “Don’t.”

“I will kill him. I swear to God…” Jay growled but you just shook your head.

“Jay. No scene, okay?” You whispered.

Will put his arm around your shoulder. “You should have come to us. You always take on the weight of the world. My problems, Jay’s problems, but you won’t let us share yours. That’s a little unfair, don’t you think, sis?”

You didn’t respond but scooted closer, laying your head against Will’s shoulder and closing your eyes.

Jay moved closer to you, squashing you in between them. “We’ll work this out, okay? I’ll kill him with my bare hands if I have to.”

You just smiled and reached out for Jay’s hand. “Hey, no murder, Detective.”

Jay finally cracked a smile before leaning forward and kissing you on your temple. “I’m your big brother, I can do whatever I want.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks guys, seriously.” You whispered.

Jay flicked you on your head. “Hey!” You protested, sitting up now. “What was that for!”

“I told you. That’s what we’re here for. You’re our little sister, it’s our job to protect you.” Jay retorted.

Will let out a small laugh. “Look, let’s let Jay look into him alright? In the meantime, if he so much as glances your way you go right to HR, you hear me?”

You hesitated. “Whatever it is, he’s a dirtbag, and if there is fallout, we’ll deal with it. But no more running and no more hiding.” Will continued.

“Fine.” You breathed.

“And I’m taking you to your office tomorrow.” Jay said.

You raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Never been more serious in my life.” Jay looked back at you. “Look, I promise not to freak out on him, just let me walk you in to your desk so he knows your brother is a detective.”

You looked at Will for help but Will just shrugged. “Don’t look at me, I might break his hands off if I see him.”

You smiled. “Dorks.”

But you knew that now, even if the whole world came at you, everything would be alright. You finally felt like yourself for the first time in months.

---

Part 2 

[raysofcrosby]

EASE MY MIND

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes | no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): nada thing, just slight angst.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 5,178

𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤: ease my mind by ben platt

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: tbh when i got this request, i deadass wrote the entire outline down in my phone notes and that’s where it’s been sitting since anon requested this. i’m really bad at titles so tbh the title might not make sense, but i had the song on repeat the entire time so yeah–– peep his album it’s highkey amazing!!! anyway, so sorry it’s a little late, i’ve just been lazy while simultaneously cleaning our house for this weekend!! :-) enjoy and request!

He knew he needed to be here. He fucking knew it and yet there you were, sitting with your parents at the dining table of their summer home…without him. You should’ve just ordered another uber and went back home instead of knocking on their front door. Cancelling altogether would have been a lot better than showing up alone. 

God, he knew how important this was. Important to you, important to your parents, he even said that it was super important to him. Hell, meeting each other’s parents for the first time in person since you two started dating last year was a huge relationship milestone. You vividly remember meeting his parents and his siblings a few months prior during the Flames playoff run. You swore that they could probably see you shaking from how nervous you were– but the way they took you in was nothing short of marvelous.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s late because he’s nervous about meeting your parents for the first time that wasn’t a short facetime call.

As soon as the excuse entered your mind, it faded away. No, that wasn’t the reason. You could still hear the laughter in his voice at how you were freaking out about him meeting your dad for the first time. “Babe, relax. He’s a huge Flames fan, there’s no way he can totally hate me. He loves me too much.” And that may be true, your parents may be huge Flames fans since they raised you and your sister only minutes away from Scotiabank Saddledome and there were photo albums full of hundreds of pictures of your family of four sporting Flames jerseys and attire throughout the years. But if there’s one thing that your dad has never been a fan of, it’s a boy who could upset his daughters– who were his entire world.

And that was the first fear that entered your mind when Noah hadn’t come back to the apartment before 4:30 like he said he would. As if the ticking clock on the wall making every second that he was late known, was the first omen towards how your dad would feel about Noah. You called and called, but you never got an answer. Until one call later when he sent you a text saying that he’d meet you at your parents' house and to go ahead without him. It was hard not trying to let your annoyance get the best of you, especially since you had made these plans two weeks ago and solidified the times, just four days ago on Monday. So you just sent him a simple response and took your time getting ready.

It was easy to sway the conversation away from Noah’s absence when you first got there. After their warm greetings, your mom was the first one to ask where your ‘extremely handsome’ boyfriend was. There were three people who could read you extremely well. Your mom, Noah, and your sister– in that exact order. So you had to think quick and paint on the best confident smile as you told her that he got held up with some of the boys who’d come back up to Calgary for a short visit. Your dad was wrapped up in the Blue Jays game on the TV to notice that Noah hadn’t walked into the house with you– which was a blessing.

The social time flew by thanks to the baseball game and the glasses of wine your mom kept refilling, but that meant that it was dinner time, and Noah was still nowhere to be found. You blamed your constant need for a refill on stress from work and your boss being a total douchebag, but that wasn’t true. You needed the refills to hide your embarrassment from when your dad sat down at the table, looked at you and asked where the ‘stud defenseman’ of a boyfriend you always talked about, was. When you gave your excuse again, saying that some of the boys were in town and he got caught up, you held back all of the hurt that wanted to wash over your face when you spoke the words.

Under the table, you had your phone unlocked and your messages with Noah opened.

You: Where are you??

You: Noah, you said you’d meet me here. Where are you?

You: I swear to God if Matt, Sean or Elias got you blackout drunk and they’re the reason why you’re not here….

You: Well, I don’t know what I’d do, but just get here, please. This is starting to get embarrassing.

You: Noah….

Each message sent, had gone unanswered and unseen. Maybe it was the rosé talking, but that little ‘delivered’ underneath your chain of text messages throughout dinner, just seemed to be taunting you. You left your parents house scared that Noah’s potential good relationship with your parents had just gone down the drain to live with that stupid creepy clown from that movie he’d talked about wanting to see this fall. Your dad didn’t say a word after dinner, giving you a hug and a kiss as your uber waited out front for you. Your mom, however, walked you out the front door and to the car. You apologized profusely, swearing up and down that Noah was a good guy and that something important must have come up because he wanted to be here.

Your mother, being the true saint that she is, just smiled and hugged you tight, affirming your statements, even though she hadn’t gotten the chance to see if they were true or not. She kissed you on the head, said that she’d see you tomorrow for your birthday brunch and gently pushed you into the back of your uber, waving you off as it drove away. As the car pulled away from your parents’ summer house, you pulled your phone out of your purse and re-read your ignored text messages to Noah. At this point, the rosé had taken full effect and probably should put your phone back into the purse– but the anger and the hurt were taking over any logical thought your brain had. And all you could think as you pressed ‘call’ was that this could either be a good thing…or a bad thing.

As expected, though you wishing it weren’t the case, your call went unanswered and the light treble of his voice practically moved you to drunken tears as his voicemail echoed through your phone. When it beeped, you took a breath, pausing and wondering if you should leave a voicemail or not. That thought didn’t linger on long before you let out a sigh. “Noah…” You’d knew he’d be able to hear the quiver in your voice when he listened to this, so you took another deep breath and calmed yourself.

“I hope it was worth it, whatever the hell you were doing tonight. You promised me that you would be there tonight and you never showed. I looked stupid, tonight Noah. Like booboo the fucking fool, sitting there with my parents and making excuses for you. Not only did the stunt you pulled tonight embarrass me, but it really hurt me,” this time, there was no hiding the quiver in your voice. “It really, really hurt me that you didn’t even have the balls to text me saying ‘hey, I won’t be able to make it.’ That would have been a lot better than you ghosting me tonight, all together.”

As you looked out the window, noticing that the car was nearing your apartment complex, you sniffled lightly and shook your head. “This was a big step tonight Noah, you knew it, I knew it. So maybe you’re just not as serious about us as you said you were since you never bothered to show up and meet my parents. It’s whatever I guess we’re–“

The phone hung up, signaling that your timed voicemail had come to an end. And maybe that was for the best because there was still so much you wanted to say to him, scream at him, and being drunk on rosé and saying it over voicemail…probably wasn’t the best way to say it all. The uber came up to a stop and you opened your door. “Thank you.”

“Miss,” the Uber driver said, gaining your attention. He handed you a few tissues and gave a small nod as you reached for them. “Whoever he is, kick him in the balls the next time you see him.”

It was exactly the laugh that you needed and you gave him a small smile as you held up the tissues as a silent thank you. “Goodnight.”

Closing the door, the Uber driver waited for you to get to the entrance to your apartment complex and inside, safely before driving off. You brought the tissues to your face, wiping beneath your eyes and pulling them away to see your evidence of your mascara stained against them. You groaned as you got into the elevator and rode up to your floor, sniffling as you prepared yourself for what was to happen if Noah was inside your apartment. Would you argue? Would he be drunk? How serious would this fight be? As you stumbled down the hall and to your front door, you tried your best to calm yourself down before unlocking the door and walking in…to an empty apartment.

Part of you was happy that you had beaten him home, but the other part was even more upset because he was still out somewhere doing something that wasn’t what he promised he’d to. You closed and locked the door behind you, making your way towards the kitchen and tossing your belongings onto the counter. Grabbing yourself bottled water from the fridge, you started to strip out of your evening clothes as you made your way down the hall to the bedroom.

Stupid heels. You kicked them off by the couch. They were so cute, one of your favorite pairs– but man they hurt like a bitch and right now, that pain wasn’t worth wearing them for another second.

Stupid $200 dress. You struggled to get out of the figure-fitting dress that he had bought you for Valentine's day. It was his first purchase for you that he didn’t need advice on. He’d simply saw it in the store, knew it’d be perfect and he was right– he loved it on you. You wore it tonight because he loved it on you, and yet he didn’t get to see it. 

You’d stripped it all off, the accessories, your bra, and underwear– everything, so by the time you got to your bedroom, you tossed on your shorts and his flames t-shirt and was ready for bed. As you stood in the doorway and saw the trail you left behind, a little bit of you felt victorious, but for what, you didn’t know. So with that, you closed the door and locked it, not wanting him to sleep in the room tonight. A bit much? Yes. Petty? Extremely. But at this point, you were far too upset to truly care. You thought that burying yourself beneath the warm comforter and lying on your bed would be enough to lull you to sleep, but it hadn’t. After staring at the ceilings for a few moments, you could hear Noah open the front door and stumble his way into the apartment, shuffling around before closing the door behind him.

He was drunk, that was a fact. You knew that maybe he did go out and have a few drinks with the boys, but you didn’t want to be right. You didn’t want to know that the reason why he skipped out on dinner with your parents was that he was too busy getting drunk with the same teammates that he’d gone out with on many weekends before throughout the season. His footsteps shuffle closer to the door and the knob turns. Your heart thuds against your chest and you contemplate jumping out of bed and opening the door, but your body won’t move. One knock, two knocks, then three– all going unanswered like the texts you had sent him hours before.

“Y/N?” His voice is soft and a little slurred as if he had his face pressed directly against the door. “Y/N, are you in there?”

You held your breath as if he’d actually be able to hear you breathe, or maybe it was because you were afraid that if you did, you’d let out a sob instead. You waited for him to say something else, or to try the knob or knock again– but nothing came. Instead, you heard his footsteps shuffled back out away from the door. As soon as they were far enough away, you let out a shuddered breath and the small sob that followed. You rolled over towards his side of the bed and stared at his pillow. It was so dark in the room that you could almost see the outline of his broad shoulders and body as if he was lying there like he had been just this morning.

You reached out and felt the cold space against your hand, the fabric of your sheets slipping between the spaces in your fingers. Staring at the empty space and knowing that he was just a few feet away from you in the living room, hurt like hell. Did he know what he did? Has he heard your voicemail? Why didn’t he try a little harder just now to get you to open the door? Was he even that serious about your relationship? As the ugly thoughts spun themselves around in your mind, you couldn’t help but hear the words of your sister echo around your brain. How she said you should be careful about getting into a relationship with him since he was a professional athlete and they tend to have reputations. But, it’s been a year and your doubts about dating him have been few and far in between. In fact, you were set to go to Boston with him in a few weeks to spend the rest of the month with his family. You could see the childlike smile on his face when you told him you’d gotten your vacation time approved for the trip to his home– it was right after you’d set the date for this damn dinner. He’d spun you around and kissed you, before putting you back onto the ground and whispering about how this was your ‘first big step’ as a couple.

But at this point, all you could really think about was one thing: was your sister right?

The next morning, you hadn’t set an alarm to wake you up– not that you needed one seeing as if you’d barely slept a wink. When you got up out of bed and made your way to the living room, you expected to see Noah sleeping on the couch, but instead, you found a folded blanket resting on the back and no Noah in sight. It’s not like you wanted to have a potential argument with your boyfriend in the morning, let alone the morning of your birthday, but you were still disappointed to find that he wasn’t even here. You turned towards the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee and see a note.

Walking over to the counter, you picked it up and immediately recognized the handwriting as Noah’s. Three sentences. Three measly sentences are what you got– basically saying that he’d see you later, he had some errands to run and that he’d be back for dinner. That was it. No Birthday wish, no acknowledgment of the brunch you were supposed to have at your sister’s house today– nothing. So you crumbled it up and tossed it into the trashcan, more upset than you were I the beginning as you were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Noah had forgotten your birthday. No flowers, no balloons, not even a damn card. Just a note with three sentences and no Noah. God, that really hurt.

Upset, you disregarded your need for coffee and made your way back to the bedroom, throwing yourself back down onto your cloud of a comforter and groaning into your pillow. The only reason why you bothered to come up for air was that your cell-phone started to ring. Not looking, you reached out for it and answered it, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Wow, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” Jess, your older sister laughed as your niece and nephew’s voices rang in the background.

“Good morning to you too Jess, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just a friendly reminder that you and Noah are supposed to come over so we can have that birthday brunch with mom and dad.”

You could feel the urge to tell her about Noah begin to rise in your stomach. Your sister was like your personal diary, she knew everything and anything about you. “Noah skipped out on dinner last night so I think mom and dad might hate him. What makes it worse is that he came home drunk last night and never replied to any of my text messages and maybe you were right– I shouldn’t have started dating him.” It all came out in one blurred moment and when the silence greeted you, you sighed. “I think he and I are going to have a long, not so good, talk.”

Silence you expected, especially since you had just unloaded everything on your sister. But the thing you didn’t expect was her laughter from the other side of the phone. “Stop being dramatic and just get your butt over here by 11. Mom’s making her mimosas, you’ve got 30 minutes to get here,” and then she hung up. You pulled the phone away from your face and stared at it, confused by her reaction since she was the one who had voice those concerns first. But suddenly when you speak about them, you’re being dramatic?

Nonetheless, you rolled yourself out of bed and into your bathroom to take a shower and get ready for this brunch. You didn’t know if Noah was going to be there or not, if you could guess– you’d say not. But there’s nothing you could do about it now…the ball is in his court.

No text. No call. No email. Not a single thing from Noah– not even the daily snapchat to keep your 500-someday streak alive. You’d contemplated calling him in the uber or even sending him a text, but the voice in the back of your mind said that perhaps having another potential crying fit in the back of an uber wasn’t the best option right now. So, to take your mind off of the drama ahead of you, you turned your mind towards your moms' award-winning mimosas that were waiting for you at your sisters' place.

However, thinking about them could only last for so long before Noah’s absence slipped back into your mind. And standing there on your sister’s front porch, staring at her front door and contemplating whether or not to order an uber and go back home– you called Noah. As it rang, you could feel the disappointment settle over you…until it stopped ringing. “Hello?”

“Hey, Noah?” It was loud wherever he was and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was out with the boys again. “Noah, can you hear me?”

The noise drifted out as the silence settled in on his side of the phone. “Hey beautiful, you still there?”

Your heart raced at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Sorry about the noise,” he sighed and you could hear his shifting along wherever he was. “What do you want? Is everything okay?”

You paused, your eyes frozen on the front door as his questions lingered in your mind. He hasn’t talked to you in the last 12 hours and all he can bring himself to say is– ‘what do you want?’ You could feel the anger boil up, and as good as you were about masking your emotions and holding back, you just couldn’t do it anymore. “What do I want? What do I want Noah?” You echoed, pacing along your sisters' porch. “Oh hold on, let’s see here. I wanted you to come to dinner with my parents last night. I wanted you to be able to bond with my dad over hockey and your mutual dislike for Edmonton. Or see my mom fawn over how much of a gentleman you are.”

Your pacing was picking up as you felt your body slowly start to shake. It took everything in you to press the phone further against your ear to hold it steady. “I wanted to fall asleep in your arms last night and wake up to you this morning. I wanted a Good Morning birthday kiss from my boyfriend. I just wanted you, Noah. Are you catching my fucking drift?”

A deafening silence came over the phone call before he laughs, and you immediately recognize it as the kind of laughter he does when he throws his head back and closes his eyes. “Babe, you’re overreacting.”

“Over¬–“ You paused, in utter disbelief that you had just vented your heart out to him and he said that you were overreacting. “Overreacting? Oh, Noah Hanifin, you haven’t seen overreacting. If you come home tonight, you’ll definitely see me overreacting.” Then you hang up your phone and slam your palm against the doorbell.

You stood there in front of her door, your arms crossed and focused on your breathing as you waited for your sister to answer her door. You needed to calm yourself down before you walked into the house or else you’d be an open book to your parents and your sister– a heads up that something is immediately wrong. When she finally answers her door, she has a big smile on your face and your 3-year-old nephew, Max on her hip. “Happy birthday my favorite sister ever,” she smiled, stepping out and giving you a hug before standing off to the side to let you in. “23 looks good on you already.”

“One, I’m your only sister,” you said, walking into her house. “And two, I heard 23 was supposed to be a shit show of a year, and so far it’s proving correct.”

You thought that alone would get her concerned and want to talk about what you told her on the phone this morning, but it got you nothing. Instead, she just closes the door and walks through the house. “I can tell you’re worried, Y/N, but I promise you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, okay? Just smile and have fun today¬– it’s all about you. Now come on, everyone’s out back.” She walks up to the backdoor and starts to push back the blinds.

Lost in your own thoughts, you mindlessly followed her out into her backyard the moment you heard the backdoor slide open. You couldn’t help but already start to prepare yourself for the explosive argument that was sure to happen the moment you stepped foot back into your apartment.

“SURPRISE!!!!”

You looked up to see your friends and family all standing in the backyard– even the three teammates Noah had said he’d spent yesterday with were there with their respective girlfriends. Wide-eyed and in disbelief, you stared at the group of smiling people in front of you before turning back to your sister. “What is this? How did you plan this? I thought this was just a family brunch.”

“I didn’t. I just provided the place of the party and helped set it up.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Okay, then who planned this?”

Jess smiled and nods her head in the direction in front of you both. You look up to see a smiling Noah playing with Paisley, your 7-year-old niece, tossing her into the air before spinning her around. “He planned it all. Mom and dad knew he wasn’t going to be at dinner last night because he was over here helping me with the kids and setting up the party since Jake had to work late. I’m also the reason why he got so drunk. Once the kids went to bed, we kept decorating and drinking wine.” She looked back at Noah who was still entertaining Paisley as the two laughed. “The guy is totally and utterly in love with you, Y/N. I meant it when I said that you had nothing to worry about.”

You look back at Noah, just as he turns and catches your eye, smiling. It feels as if your heart is overjoyed as you watch him make his way over to you two with Paisley on his back. “Hi babe,” he chirps, leaning in and kissing you before turning to the side to bring Paisley into your view. “Paisley?”

“Hi Auntie Y/N! Uncle Noah is giving me a piggy back ride!” You could tell she loved having Noah around based on the big grin she’d get on her face whenever you brought him over. In a way, it mimicked his childlike smile.

“I see that Paisley. Do you mind if I steal Uncle Noah for a few seconds?”

Paisley’s smile fell and for a moment you felt bad taking away her playmate, but you knew that this conversation was something that had to be had…and a 7-year-old shouldn’t really heart it. Noah taps her leg and smiled. “We’ll play again in a few minutes, okay? I promise.” He placed her on the ground and wrapped his pinky around hers, sending her off with a wink.

You stood there, rocking side to side as you immediately thought back on the voicemail that you left, the argument you had just now over the phone…and the fact that you locked him out of your bedroom last night. “You could’ve told me you know…”

“Well then that would’ve ruined the surprise, wouldn’t it?” He laughed, bringing you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. It was a simple gesture that you knew for a fact, you could never and would never get tired of. The way you felt safe a secure in his arms would top any cloud-like comforter ever. “I’m sorry that I made you upset. I knew how important dinner with your parents was, but I–“

“Called them, I know. Jess told me,” you sigh and then wince as soon as you remember the details of the voicemail. “You…didn’t listen to the voicemail, right?”

He just smiled and nodded his head. “That’s why I came rushing back to the apartment. I was neck deep in wine with your sister and then I got the voicemail, ordered an uber and came home. But the bedroom door was locked, so I slept on the couch.”

You held your left arm, rubbing your shoulder as the blush crept onto your face. “Yeah, I kind of locked you out,” His reaction was exactly like you thought it would be– one of pure shock. “What? I was upset!” He was the first to erupt into a fit of laughter, with you soon following as he brought you back into his arms and you relaxed into his chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying sorry for getting so angry at you.”

“It’s okay, really,” he replied, pulling back but keeping his arms around your waist. “But I’m starting to think that maybe you’re not as much of a surprise person as you say you are.” You stick your tongue out in reply and he just leans back in and kisses you again, pulling you into him more.

The clearing of a throat pulls you away from each other and you turn to see your mom and dad standing there. You blush again before pulling away from Noah and giving them both hugs as they wished you a Happy Birthday. “Mom, Dad,” you walk back over to Noah and hold his hand as you lean into him. “This is Noah, live and in the flesh instead of on face time.”

Your mom moves first, walking up to Noah and giving him one of her loving hugs. “Thank you for treating our Y/N with such respect,” she smiled, pulling away and looking at the two of you together. “I can tell that you really love her.”

“I really do, Ma’am. And I’m sorry for missing dinner last night, I hear your cooking is to die for.”

“Yeah, if you want to die early from bad cholesterol, sure.” Your dad jokes, earning a lighthearted slap on the shoulder from your Mom as he kisses her cheek.

“We’d love to have you over again before you and Y/N go to Boston to see your family.”

“Of course, I’d love that.”

You could feel a wave of nerves wash over you when you realize that it was time for Noah to talk to your dad. You could see the way your dad was sizing Noah up as he kept his hard glare on his face, before smiling and extending his hand. “Hell of a season you boys had.”

Noah shakes his hand and your dad brings him into a hug. “Thank you, sir. Anytime you guys are in Calgary during the season, let us know and I’ll get you tickets.”

“Looking forward to it, son.” Your dad smiles, going to say something else but before he can, Paisley comes running up and tries to jump on Noah’s back.

“Uncle Noah, playtime!” She giggled, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Noah looks at you and your parents and your dad nods. “We’ve got rounds to make, but we’ll be sure to talk some more later. Maybe you can help me grill some of the burgers and hot dogs?”

“Looking forward to it, sir.” Noah smiles, bringing Paisley onto his back again before turning to you.

You raise your eyebrows and smirk as you look at your Niece who is all giggles as she plays with Noah’s hair. “Should I be jealous?”

Noah just smirks and leans in, giving you a short, but lasting kiss. “Never, you’ve got my heart.”

You watch as Noah runs off, with Paisley, taking her over into a corner where Elias and Matt were playing with Max. A champagne glass full of your Mom’s mimosa recipe appears in front of you and you turn to see your Mom standing there, holding it. You take it from her and clink your glass against hers and your dad’s. “He’s a good kid, Y/N. I like him. Like, really like him.”

You smiled as you looked back over in Noah’s direction to see him letting Paisley tackle him into the grass as the other kids start to join in, manhandling the three hockey players. You take another sip of your mimosa and nod your head. “Me too, dad. Me too.”

[aweebwrites]

Consequences

Warning: like one swear word.

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(Here you are anon! So sorry it’s late! Eternal thanks to my lovey beta @thelucariosfish! UwU)

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“Shit…” Kai says with a shaky exhale, looking down at his burnt arms once he was alone.

This was bad. Then again, he had been using his fire almost continuously for three hours. He may be resistant to fire but that doesn't mean he was completely fireproof. Fuck. He can't hide this. He jolts once he heard footsteps approaching, quickly hiding his arms.

“Kai.” Wu says then opened the door to see him sitting there.

“Uh- hey Sensei! What can I do for you?” He asked with a nervous, unconvincing grin.

Wu looked unimpressed.

“Just in case you have forgotten, I have fought alongside elemental masters before. I know what happens when any of them use their powers for too long.” He reminded Kai who frowned, looking away. “The doctors need to treat your burns right away. By how long it took to defeat this month's major villain, I know they are extensive.” He says and Kai nodded, standing up.

He was careful to not let his hands touch anything, the burns stretching up to his elbows. His palms suffered the worst of it, holding third degree burns. From his palm to the middle of his arm, as well as the back had second degree burns and everywhere else up to his elbows had first degree. Everywhere that was burnt and wasn't his palms hurt something fierce. The fact that he can't feel the burns on his palms worried him. What also worried him was the low glow both his hands held. Wu talked about this. Talked about what could happen if damage suffered from overuse of their elements was left unchecked. It would corrupt them, make them monsters. Was that happening to him? He should stop trying to hide the damages he suffered but when he looked at Zane who went offline because of the frost in his systems or Nya who fainted from dehydration or Jay who was blacked out with electrical burns all over his back and hands or Cole who was too weak to even breathe right or Lloyd who was so exhausted, he had slipped into a fucking coma… his measly burns seemed insignificant.

He followed Wu into the doctor's office where elemental master after elemental master was hospitalized. While Sensei Wu oversaw their treatment to help reduce their elemental energies to normal levels, they will need medical care for the damage sustained. It's just… The bad guy commanded mythical creatures of all types. It was when he pulled out Hydras did they had trouble. Fucking Hydras. He never even heard of them before today. He and Skylor had to use fire to cauterize the wounds on the things after they figured out that cutting off the heads didn't work. He ended up doing most of it since Skylor was stretched thin as is. She was suffering from overstimulation. The slightest breeze sent her into utter agony.

And the other elemental masters… They wouldn't have asked them to help if they hadn't desperately needed it. The wendigos were definitely a problem they needed help with. But in the end of it all, Neuro had pushed his powers as hard as they did but lost the ability to isolate his thoughts from everyone else's and couldn't turn it off. It was quite literally driving him mad but the hospital has been treating them for awhile now. They had the soundproof vengestone-lined room ready for him with dim lights and soft music.

Tox was out of it and will have to stay on dialysis for a while to remove the excess toxins from her blood stream. Chamille can't return to her original looks, trapped somewhere between two different appearances. It was an uncomfortable situation for her but Misako is already speaking with her, reminding her of herself. Gravis had a serious case if motion sickness. Everything has to remain completely still for a while so he was left to recover with nurses watching from afar. Karlof was suffering from iron poisoning and was now resting with an IV in to lower his iron levels. Ash was still trying to form half of his body that was nothing but smoke lingering close by resting and thinking if himself as whole constantly. Shade was stuck on the shadows. He couldn't free himself and had no choice but to calm himself and wait. Griffin's adrenaline levels were sky high and his body felt like a giant sore. They had to sedate him to get him to rest but they predicted that he would be significantly better when he wakes up. Paleman was usually always invisible- at least skin wise but it was an entirely different thing to make everything on your person invisible. He's been invisible so long, his powers seem to have stalled and he was now very visible- which he hated to the point where he requests no visitors. All he needed to do was rest at least.

“Kai.” He jolted back to reality and blinked to find himself laying back in a hospital bed.

When the heck did that happen? When did they take off his gi? When did they put in an IV?

“The others will be fine. Do not worry.” Wu told him and he blinked up at him.

“How can you say that?” Kai whispered, looking at him in disbelief. “Lloyd's in a coma. Zane is offline. Cole is on a respirator. Nya nearly died from dehydration. Jay has spinal damage plus burn damage. Of course I'll worry. Especially when all I got was-”

“Third degree burns to your palms. Which means that the skin there is irreversibly damaged and it's why your palms look so yellow.” Wu pointed out, cutting Kai off. “You need to have surgery to remove all the dead skin from your palms and have grafting done to replace the skin that won't grow back.” Kai looked surprised.

Surgery?

“This is not a competition of who is hurt the most Kai. The fact that you were all hurt is terrible enough.” Wu says quietly. “You won't be able to use your powers the longest. Your palms need time to heal or else you may have to go without. Another situation like this may cause more damage than doctors are able to repair.” He told him and Kai could read between the lines.

If he uses his powers to this extent again, the damage might lead to him losing his hands. He looked up once the door opened.

“It's time for the surgery.” A nurse says as she and two others entered.

“I will be there once it is over.” Wu assured, stepping aside so they could wheel him away.

Wu watched him go with a sigh. He slipped off his hat and rubbed his face, looking obviously stressed.

“You've done everything you could.” He looked up once Misako walked in.

“Misako. How is Chamille?” He asked her, slipping his hat on.

“Resting. She won't be able to revert to her own form for a long time.” She told him then placed a hand on his shoulder. “They are all recovering. Signs look promising. Even Lloyd is showing signs of waking up soon. He will still need a lot of rest but things are looking up.” She says with a smile and he nodded with a soft sigh.

“I just wish there was more to be done to prevent the effects of using their powers for too long.” He spoke quietly.

“We're doing everything we-”

“Teacher Wu!” They whirled around to see the panicked nurse who was holding the door open, panting heavily from running it seems.

“What is it?” Wu asked, walking over to her, feeling dread filling him.

“We-” The nurse took a breath. “We have a big problem. It's Neuro.” He says, looking at them terrified.

Misako and Wu look at each other horrified before they ran out, the nurse leading the way.

“We should have seen it coming. He wasn't recovering like he used to! In fact, he began to slowly get worse! We were going to call either of you but we heard you were busy with the others so we hadn't wanted to bother you! We should have! The fault is ours! Oh only-”

“Tell us what happened.” Misako says, cutting him off as they rushed down a short flight of stairs towards where they were holding Neuro.

“We- the vengestone around the holding area. It was cracked. We hadn't known until just moments ago. The thoughts of everyone in the nearby vicinity still reached him. When we realised, it was too late.” He says as they rushed into the monitoring room, Wu all but pushing the doctor looking at the screens in horror aside.

Wu gasped as he saw Neuro inside, screaming as he clawed at his head that was growing at a rate that was almost visible to the human eye, gray fluids leaking from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh no.” Wu whispered as he stepped back.

The corruption was too advanced. He never treated corruption this far along before. Puri-Tea won't work on this. Neither will Sereni-Tea. He turned to the doctors.

“Run.” He told them and they looked at each other, eyes wide in our and fear.

Neuro screamed again but this time, his powers were unleashed, making them all grip their heads as a feeling of rusty nails tearing into their minds over them.

“Run!” He yelled at them again, gritting his teeth against the assault.

They didn't need to be told a third time. They all rushed out, holding their heads still, setting of the fire alarm along the way.

“Wu! We have to go to!” Misako gritted out, her head throbbing.

“No. I have to stop him. Look after the Ninja.” He ordered her.

“No! I- I won't leave you!” She yelled as blood began to run from her ears and nose.

“If you stay, you'll die! Go!” He yelled at her and she looked at him, wanting to protest further but knowing he was right.

He's not like her. Human. He had a far better chance of survival than she did. She swallowed then nodded before taking off. Wu breathed out then pressed the button to open the door then rushed in, staff held firm. Neuro turned to look at him, the gray matter oozing out of his mouth in an endless stream.

“Forgive me Neuro. I wish there was another way.” Wu whispered, ignoring the headache increasing in pain.

Neuro wasn't there anymore. Only this creature he was forced to become. Was still becoming. It gurgled out a growl then screaming as he pounced. Wu steeled himself, staff held in front of him. A twist of the middle segment made a lengthy, sharp point of vengestone appear at the tip.

Forgive me.

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(Ok laptop. Don’t fail me now. I had a lot of fun writing this! Again, sorry it’s so late! I did tweak your prompt a little. The motion sickness thing seemed to suit Gravis better so I got a little creative. I hope its ok though!)

[avengerdragoness]

Acrobat’s Sister [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do one where reader is dick's sister but didn't get adopted by Bruce when dick did and they are reunited when Jason introduces her to the rest of the batfam as his girlfriend”

A/N: I’m finally finishing off my requests! I actually started this yesterday but ended up zonking out before I could finish, so sorry for the lack of updates yesterday. I’m planning out my last few requests and hopefully will get them done. But I hope you all enjoy this my loves!

(Part 2 - Blessing)

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Your life hasn't always been the greatest. You love being in the circus but after losing your parents everything just felt dark. Your parents and brother were the acrobat trio ‘The Flying Graysons.’ You on the other hand weren't one for acrobatics. Yes, your family taught you some techniques but you were always more interested in the animals. Especially the lions. And they in turn were quite fond of you.

It's not like you have a superpower with animals or anything, you're just good with them. So instead of training to be an acrobat, you became the youngest lion tamer in the circus world. The lions treated and still treat you as one of their own, thinking of you as superior even though lion prides don't really have a leader.

After losing your parents you became very withdrawn and what didn't help was when Dick was adopted after your parents funeral. It was a closed adoption meaning you have no idea where he went. Making you not only grieve your parents but your brother as well. He didn't call or write so it felt like he fell off that trapeze as too. Your last name didn't help much either, “Grayson” was well known in the circus world, whenever people heard your last name they immediately questioned you about the loss of your parents. Making the grieving process that much harder. Eventually you couldn't take anymore of that reminder and changed your last name, becoming [F/n] [L/n] instead of [F/n] Grayson. Not that you aren't proud of your heritage, it was just becoming emotionally and mentally unhealthy for you.

You always seemed to be in some sort of slump, even after it being so many years. Around 15 years since it all happened, Dick has to be 25 now. 14 years you had trouble being happy, but this last year, things changed.

You met Jason one year ago, he saved you as Red Hood from a gang that targeted the circus. They attacked during your act and Red Hood protected you as he and Arsenal took out the gang members. You actually ended up saving him as well, the lions thought he was a threat to you and one of them managed to claw him in the leg before you could calm them down.

Later the next day he came to you as Jason Todd and you recognized the wound. He used the excuse of a motorcycle accident but you’d know an injury like that anywhere. God knows you’ve had a few.

Jason came clean to you about a month into your relationship, knowing you’d already figured it out. You weren’t mad, in fact you found it cute. Just like how he was being now.

“Come on” he whined pulling you onto his lap. You giggled, “If we’re going to be on time for me to meet your family, you have to let me go shower.” Pecking his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist tighter, “We can be late” digging his face in your neck.

You unwrapped his arms, “No we can’t, you know how I am about first impressions” turning to him once you were standing. He threw his head back groaning, head resting on the back of the couch. Laughing you walked around behind the couch and looked down at him, “You’re a child.” Playing with the ends of his hair. “But you love me” he grinned up at you. Pecking his lips you responded “That I do” before pulling away and going to get ready.

Jason watched as you went to the bathroom in his apartment. Once you were through the door he stood up and picked up his phone. Sliding out of the window, onto the fire escape. He pulled out his phone and dialed Alfred.

He listened to it ring until Alfred answered, “Hello Master Jason, of what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey Alfred, I was curious of how things are at the manor. I just want to make sure everything will be okay for tonight.” Jason asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Everything's been taken care of Master Jason. I have made the recipe you asked for and everything. No need to worry.”

“Alright, thanks Alfred we’ll be there in a few hours” Jason leaned against the railing of the fire escape. “My pleasure Master Jason, I look forward to meeting Miss [F/n].” Alfred said before hanging up the phone.

Coming back into the apartment he heard the shower turn off. Hearing that he decided he should get ready too so he’d be ready when you are.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to get ready and soon you were out the door. During the ride to the manor you began to feel a bit anxious, nervously shifting in your seat.

“You okay?” Jason asked while taking your hand. Letting out a deep breathe you ran your thumb over his knuckles, “Just a bit uneasy is all. Do you think they’ll like me?” You watched a grin grow on his face, he pulled your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, “They’ll love you.” Feeling relief you relaxed in your seat, giving his hand a light squeeze.

Pulling into the manor Jason put the car in park. “You ready?” squeezing your hand. Nodding you opened your door as Jason opened his. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you both walked up to the door. After knocking an older man opened it, “Hello Master Jason, and you must be Miss [F/n]. A pleasure to meet you, I’m Alfred Pennyworth” he introduced himself. You shook his hand before the both of you came in. “It’s nice to meet you too Alfred, Jason has told me a lot about you.”

“All good things I hope” he chuckled. “There aren’t any bad things” Jason laughed, Alfred told you both that the others were in the living room. Jason showed you the way. Walking in you were overwhelmed by the number of people. “Hey everyone” Jason caught the attention of the room. They all smiled at you, “Guys this is my girlfriend [F/n]. [F/n] there’s Bruce my adoptive father. Then there’s the madhouse that are my siblings, Tim, Damian aka Demon Spawn, Cass, Stephanie, Barbara, and where’s Dickie?” Jason had pointed to each family member.

The one you learned was Barbara spoke up, “He’s running late but texted and said he’s five minutes away about five minutes ago. He’ll be here soon.”

When she finished Bruce stood up and walked over to you, “[F/n] it’s wonderful to meet you.” he held out his hand. You took it, “It’s an honor to meet you Mr. Wayne.” He smiled before saying “Please, ‘Bruce’ is fine.”

You grinned and nodded in understanding. Jason hadn’t left your side when your attention turned to his siblings once Damian spoke up, “Tt. How did Todd get a woman like you? Did Pennyworth put you up to this?” raising an eyebrow at you. You giggled as Jason sent him a death glare. “No, Jason is actually quite the gentleman.”

“Are you sure that’s the Jason you’re talking about?” Tim pointed at Jason as the others nodded, Bruce was laughing to himself. “Wow, thanks guys.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Aw, we’re just teasing. Lighten up.” Steph threw a pillow at him, which he caught with ease. He was about to throw it back when everyone heard the door open.

“Hey guys sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bit--” Dick began but stopped when he met your eyes. “Oh my god” you breathed out covering your mouth. You left Jason’s side and immediately threw your arms around your older brother, leaving everyone with shocked expressions.

“How did? What are you doing here?” He asked while hugging you back. “Me? You’re the one who disappeared” you pulled away to look at your now adult brother. “I know I’m sorry. I wanted Bruce to adopt us both but he said he could only adopt me.” Dick kept your eyes. “So that meant you couldn’t call or write? It’s been 15 years Dick. It felt like you fell off that trapeze too.”

“Okay! Hold on! What is going on here?” Jason interrupted the reunion, everyone equally confused. “[F/n]’s my little sister.” Dick answered walking away from you and up to him.

“You’re what?!” They all yelled. “You never told us you had a sister!” Steph yelled from her spot. Jason looked at you, “You said your brother abandoned you.” Dick felt a pang in his chest hearing Jason say that. He witnessed as Jason walked over to you, seeing you whisper “I did.”

“Wait, are you two?” Dick gestured between the both of you. You exchanged a look with Jay, “A couple, yes.” wrapping your arms around Jay’s waist. “You’re dating my sister?!” Dick asked, shocked. “In my defense I didn’t know you have a sister.” Jason countered, his arm wrapped around your back.

He went to say something more before letting himself relax. Allowing a smile on his face, “I’m happy for you.” Walking over, Dick put a hand on your shoulder, “Jay is a great guy and I trust him to protect you.”

You released Jay and hugged your brother, “Thank you Dick” hearing Jason say behind you. Letting him go you smiled at him before returning back to Jay placing a kiss on his cheek. As soon as you did so Alfred called for dinner.

You and Jason followed behind the group, your eyes widened when seeing your favorite meal beautifully prepared. Looking up at Jason you beamed “I seriously love you” hugging his waist tighter. He chuckled “Yeah I know, I love you too,” before pecking your lips. You giggled, not noticing the endearing smile on Dick’s face.

Dick really did want to stay in touch with you after leaving but becoming Robin would put you in danger. Little did he know you’d end up with the Red Hood himself, but he knows Jason will never let anything happen to you. Plus he can see the love you both share, he’s never seen Jason this happy. Hell, he’s never seen you this happy. In all this makes him happy too, seeing two people he loves joyful and in love. What more could an older brother ask for?