Toss Him Back In The Lazarus Pit Hes Not Done Cooking He Looks Like A Cop

toss him back in the lazarus pit he’s not done cooking he looks like a cop

Hot Older Brother

Prompt: 

Okay, I had a BLAST writing this. Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!!

Warnings: Language, Fluff, It gets a little spicy towards the end but nothing too bad

There were a few things that you hadn’t known about Duke and TIm when you befriended them. One: They lived in a gigantic mansion. Like, you’d known their last name was Wayne, but you didn’t know they were in THE Wayne family. As someone who was living in a tiny dorm shared with another person, their house made your head spin every time you visited. The first time they invited you over it was a total culture shock. That and the fact that there always seemed to be someone new to meet. 

Everytime you thought you’d met everybody in their family, somebody else sauntered out of the woodwork. Most of them were nice enough when they met you. Damian was kind of rude at first but he warmed up eventually….or at least his version of warming up. They all had their own way of interacting though, which made it very…interesting to visit their house. Of course, going to Wayne manor never held quite as much excitement as it did when Jason was around. 

Jason motherfucking Todd. 

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Cardigan | S. Harrington

Pairing: Steve x Hopper!Reader

Timeframe: Season 2-3

Summary: [Based on Cardigan - Taylor Swift] Y/n and Steve had a love like no other until he went and fucked it up.

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A/N: this is a part of my folklore/evermore-inspired fic collection

there's a lil hopper-centric bonus part to this fic that will be coming soon x

November, 1984

Steve grinned widely as he opened the passenger door of his BMW and held his hand out to his long-term girlfriend. She stepped out onto the patchy grass, but not without rolling her eyes playfully. Before she could take another step towards her front porch, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Steve," Y/n giggled, placing her hands on his.

Steve did not respond and instead buried his face in the crook of her neck and let out a groan. Y/n continued to move towards her porch, but with Steve holding her tightly she could not help but drag her feet.

"C'mon, baby, I gotta go," she murmured, laughing under her breath.

When he finally loosened his grasp and followed her onto the porch, Y/n turned around and was promptly startled by him stepping forward and pulling her into his arms yet again.

"Are you sure you can't stay out just a little bit longer?"

He leaned in until their heads were pressed against each other. Y/n felt tempted to give in when she looked him in the eye, but frowned, knowing someone else needed her just a bit more.

"My dad's working all night tonight," she frowned. "And you know how El doesn't like to be on her own when it gets late."

Steve sighed, before nodding his head. He kissed her forehead and held the sides of her face affectionately. She smiled at him gratefully.

"Next time," Y/n promised, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his disappointed gaze. "We'll stay for as long as you want."

"I'm holding you to it," Steve whispered, before leaning in with a foolish grin and kissing her softly. Y/n smiled against his lips and laughed when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

When he finally pulled away, he waited until Y/n fished her house key from the pocket of her jeans before letting go of her waist. She held his face and got in one final peck to last her through till morning when he would come by to take her to work.

"Goodnight," she whispered, unable to stop grinning.

"Goodnight, baby," he replied, smiling back at her in awe. How did she manage to still look so pretty under the dim lighting of an old porch light? Even after a year of walking her to her front door at night, Steve was still amazed.

Just as Y/n pulled her hands away from his face and went to step back, Steve leaned in and stole one more kiss. He could never get enough of the taste of her chapstick and the feeling of her lips on his.

"I love you," he added.

"I love you too," she responded with ease, before leaning back against the front door and waving goodbye until his car was almost out of sight.

Y/n turned back around and unlocked the door before slowly swinging it open. She was hoping to hear nothing but the sound of a teenage girl fast asleep in her room, but once she caught a whiff of what she recognised immediately as burnt eggos, Y/n knew her little sister was very much awake.

"El?" She called out, closing and locking the door behind her.

"It's 8-1-5. You're late."

Y/n sighed when she saw El sitting cross-legged at the dinner table with her old baseball bat clutched tightly in her small hands. The half-eaten charred waffle on the plate in front of her made

"I know. I'm sorry," she said, taking her jacket off and taking the seat opposite her. El stared at her burnt waffles, refusing to even look up at her older sister. Y/n shifted uncomfortably. "Did you have dinner? I heated it up for you like I said I would."

El huffed before nodding her head. Her lips remained pursed as a testament to how upset she was, though she finally glanced up and looked at Y/n. Her small fingers played with the burnt bits of eggo.

"I wanted dessert," El explained.

The young girl thought it would be easy enough to make, especially after watching Y/n do it with such ease. After twisting the dials on the toaster without understanding what exactly it did, El quickly realised she had burnt the last of the waffles.

"I know how to fix this," Y/n smiled, before taking El's plate and throwing the burnt eggos in the trash. She then fished out two spoons from the only kitchen drawer that could be opened and grabbed the tub of ice cream she kept hidden right at the back of the freezer, behind the ice trays and frozen dinners.

El's eyes lit up and she did not waste another second before taking her spoon and eating, relieved to finally have something to get rid of the burnt eggos taste in her mouth.

"Why were you late?"

She was asking less out of curiosity and more out of concern. Typically when Y/n knew she would be late, explain to El what number to look for on the clock. The older girl downed another spoonful of ice cream before answering.

"Steve took me to see a movie, and it took longer than I thought it would," she explained.

Although it was an honest mistake, Y/n couldn't shake the guilty feeling left in her gut knowing how disappointed and concerned El must have felt. As the two of them continued to eat, Y/n couldn't help but stress over whether or not she would be getting reprimanded the following morning.

"Please don't tell Hopper I was late," she pleaded sheepishly.

The last time Y/n got home late, El told on her and she had to endure a lecture on responsibility and keeping each other safe. She could just imagine how livid her father would be if he found out she got home almost an hour later than the agreed-upon time.

"Hopper said no secrets," El replied, confused by Y/n's request.

The entire dynamic between Y/n and her dad left El puzzled. While she did her best to listen to Hopper's rules and abide by them, Y/n seemed to take them as a mere suggestion and, at times, did her best to completely defy his orders. It left constantly El intrigued.

"I know he did," the older girl sighed. "...but this is different."

"It is?"

El furrowed her brows in confusion. Y/n smiled and nodded her head. The both of them scooped more ice cream and continued to eat while they continued their conversation.

"You keep my secrets and I'll keep yours," Y/n stated. "That's how it works when you have a sister."

Though they had only been living under the same roof for half a year, there was no denying the sisterly nature of their relationship. While Y/n had her reservations about El when they first met, they were long gone after the first few weeks.

"But I don't have secrets," El reasoned.

"Maybe not now, but you might have one later," Y/n shrugged. "And when you do, you can tell me and I won't tell Hopper... Or anyone."

Despite suspecting she was only saying this to undermine Hopper's rules yet again, El felt excited by the idea of having a confidante she could count on indefinitely. Someone she knew would not freak out in the same way Hopper did.

"Ok," she smiled.

"So you won't tell him I came home late tonight?"

"Sisters don't tell secrets," El stated, holding her pinky out the way Y/n taught her to whenever they made promises to each other. Y/n grinned before holding out hers and looping their fingers together.

After finishing, the tub of ice cream, the two of them tidied the kitchen together before retiring to the living room sofa for the evening. Y/n was halfway through painting El's fingernails when she could sense that someone was troubling her.

"Y/n. I have a question."

She finished the last finger on her left hand before moving on to the next, muttering a quick 'hm?' signalling El to ask away. The young girl shifted in her seat before exhaling heavily.

"Why do you like Steve?"

She froze for a moment, taken aback by El's sudden curiosity about her relationship. Even so, she gave it a great deal of thought.

"Well, I like him for a lot of reasons," Y/n answered "I guess... it's mostly because of how he makes me feel."

"How does he make you feel?"

"He makes me feel happy... and safe," Y/n responded, smiling to herself as she continued to reflect on her relationship with Steve. "And he makes me feel really special even when I don't feel like I am."

That was more often than Y/n would have liked to admit. With everything she went through in life, it was hard for her to see herself as someone important and even harder to believe anyone would be willing to stick by her. But Steve did, even when it was not easy to.

"Y/n, I think I have a secret," El admitted. Y/n looked at her and quipped a brow, interested to know what it was. From the dazed and awestruck glimmer in her eye, Y/n had a hunch it was about a certain boy. El sighed with a goofy smile. "I think I like Mike."

Y/n tried to contain her excitement as she continued painting El's right hand, knowing exactly why she wanted to keep that a secret from their dad.

***

June, 1985

Y/n pulled the passenger's seat of Steve's BMW forward and searched the floor behind it for her missing earring. She could have sworn she was wearing it on their way to Starcourt Mall for work that very morning and was determined to pull her boyfriend's car apart if that's what it took to find it.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

Steve had just reached the parking lot and was rather startled to see his girlfriend rummaging through the loose items that cluttered the backseat of his car. She continued to search the floor mats, unfazed by Steve's presence and concerned tone.

"I lost my earring," she cried out. "I didn't have it when we went inside the mall, so it has to be here somewhere."

He chuckled, feeling grateful he made himself an ice cream cone before locking up the shop. He walked to the front of his car and leaned back against the bumper. The sound of Y/n going through all the clutter provided ambience as he ate his ice cream.

When the parking lot went silent, Steve stood tall, thinking she had finally found her missing earring so it was time for them to grab some dinner before going home. As he watched Y/n step out of the passenger side of the BMW and pace towards him, Steve realised she was holding something but it was not her missing earring.

It was another girl's lacey red bra.

"What the fuck is this, Steve?"

She threw the bra at his fate in a fit of rage, but he was too stunned to react and the red bra fell onto the patch of pavement that separated them. Steve's face went pale and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating altogether.

"Please don't tell me it's what I think it is," Y/n whispered, hoping he would break a smile and reveal that it was all part of some stupid prank he was trying to pull over on her. When he did nothing but stare blankly, she knew that was not going to be the case.

She stumbled back and gasped for air, unsure whether she wanted to burst into tears or break every last window on his stupid BMW and then every last bone in his nose.

"Y/n, I-I can expl-"

"Steve, are you kidding me?"

An explanation was the last thing she wanted to hear. An explanation was not going to undo what he had already gone and done, nor was it going to just ease the excruciating pain she felt in her chest.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n," he cried out, reaching out in an attempt to pull her close to him like he had grown accustomed to doing.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, slapping his hand away and stepping back again.

Y/n raised her hand to her chest and turned her back to Steve. Her mind was flooded with so many negative thoughts, overwhelming any questions she might have initially had. She didn't care for the finer details. She didn't even care who the other girl was. All she could feel was the piercing heartbreak making it unbearable to be in his presence for another second.

"Just take me home," Y/n whimpered, before quickly getting into the passenger's seat and slamming her door shut. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stand the sight of the man she could no longer recognise.

Most of the ride was silent. Y/n kept her eyes glued to the trees outside her window as she tried to contain her sobs, while Steve struggled to keep his focus on the road. It wasn't until they reached her house that he finally mustered enough courage to speak.

"It was a mistake," Steve whispered, unable to take any more of the silence. He wanted her to yell at him and do everything he knew he deserved. "I was young and stupid and I've regretted it ever since."

"We're the same fucking age, Steve," Y/n scolded, finally looking him in the eye. She furrowed her brows and shook her head in both confusion and disapproval. "And I would've never done this to you."

Y/n turned away and stepped out of his car, slamming shut behind her and then racing to the front door. It wasn't until she was inside that Steve finally drove away, haunted by her last words.

After tossing her keys and jacket on the couch, Y/n sped to the freezer and reached for her trusty stash of chocolate ice cream. She slammed it on the counter and grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer. She was barely able to open the container when she burst into tears, suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of it all.

With the tears came all the painful questions she couldn't bring herself to answer. Did she not give him enough love? Y/n was certain she loved Steve as much as she possibly could, which only triggered the more terrifying question of whether that meant her love was not enough. That she was not enough.

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July, 1985

Y/n's eyes blinked open and she let out a groan having been woken up to both a pounding headache and a battered and bruised Steve Harrington. She held the sides of her head and continued to groan.

"What happened?"

Steve leaned against the wall and rested his elbow on the toilet seat but not before flushing the last of his vomit away. He tried to remember the better times, before him, his ex-girlfriend and two kids got roped into investigating the inner workings of the Starcourt Mall.

"Russians. Truth serum," he panted as he tried to catch his breath. "We've been puking non-stop for an hour and I think you passed out a few minutes ago."

Y/n sighed as she started to remember. She shifted over to the other side of the toilet before leaning back and looking up, trying to focus on the ceiling now that it had finally stopped spinning.

"Do you think it's all out of our system?"

"I don't know," Steve mumbled. "Ask me something."

"Does your mom still ask about me?"

"Every time I play 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in my bedroom," he answered without hesitation. "- So, basically every day."

"Yeah, I think it's still in our system."

The both of them broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter. When the stalls grew quiet again after they both caught their breaths, Steve found himself smiling and unable to keep quiet.

"You know, this is most you've talked to me all month."

"That's sorta what happens when you cheat on someone, Steve."

"Yeah, that's fair."

As the restroom started to grow quiet again, Y/n couldn't stop thinking about their breakup. All of the feelings she previously keep bottled up and concealed were bubbling to the surface thanks to the unknown substance she was injected with.

"It's really fucked up what you did," she sighed.

"I know," he answered truthfully.

"It's even more fucked up how relieved I am that you're ok."

Steve peeled his eyes away from the ceiling and glanced over to her. Though he knew they were both still affected by the serum, he couldn't help but question whether she meant what she was saying.

"I used to think I wanted you to die," Y/n admitted honestly. "But then those Russians kept punching you and I just... I quickly regretted ever wishing that would happen."

She wanted to be vengeful and enraged, but it was hard to wish misfortune for someone she still cared an awful lot for.

"But, you know, I just... I still don't get why you did it," Y/n whispered. Despite spending so many sleepless nights reflecting on where it all went wrong, she could never figure it out. "I trusted you more than I trusted anyone."

She used to think the only person she could count on was herself, considering everyone she used to rely on was either dead or an unstable drunk. Steve was the only person she felt comfortable enough around to let her guard down completely and trust wholeheartedly. Y/n could have never fathomed the one person who knew her best would leave her heartbroken just like everyone else. Every time she tried to find something to pin the blame on, she found herself pointing her finger right back at her pitiful messed up heart.

"Did you... Did you not feel loved enough by me?"

It was the question that had been haunting her for weeks. If not for the truth serum, Y/n would have never uttered it aloud, unsure whether knowing the answer would do her any good. Steve thought about it for a second then spoke just as quickly as the realisation hit him.

"I didn't know what love was until I was with you."

For as long as he could remember, Steve had always been jumping through hoops to earn the validation of his peers. He once believed he needed to have the best hair, the best car and the keg stand record to feel seen and valued until Y/n very quickly proved him otherwise.

Steve never had someone who loved him quite the way she did: fiercely and unconditionally. Each time he told her he loved her, he couldn't help but feel startled when she said it back every single time. Y/n had seen every side to him, the best and the worst parts. He simply couldn't believe she loved him still until he had already gone and fucked it up.

***

August, 1985

"He wrote you a letter?"

Y/n felt a lump in her throat as a teary-eyed El held up the letter their dad had written to her. The older girl felt resentful and envious. There was not much either of them could say beyond that.

Despite her best attempts as appearing to be okay, El knew how much Y/n was hurting and wished she had more time in Hawkins to ensure her older sister would be ok. However, the sun was setting and the moving truck was already filled to the brim, ready for the journey to California.

Y/n thought hugging El one last time before waving goodbye to her and the Byers would be the hardest part, but it was by far the drive home. She had no one with her and no one waiting for her. All she had for company was the bitter feeling that came from realising everyone she loved was gone.

Her father was dead. The closest thing she had to a sister chose to move to a different state with another family overstaying in Indiana with her. Everyone she loved had abandoned her in one way.

Now all she was left with was the pack of beers her dad had stored in their refrigerator and an empty house. Y/n chugged her first bottle, hoping the alcohol would suffocate the quiet voice in her head, replaying the harsh words she spoke during her last argument with her father.

Before she could fall deeper into the wormhole, there was a knock at the door. After swinging it open, she found herself face to face with Steve, who held a pizza box in his hand and his car keys in the other.

"I thought maybe you could use some company," he spoke hesitantly.

After everything that happened when they left the bathroom stall, Y/n was quick to shut almost everyone out. Every attempt Steve made at getting her to open up was met with defensiveness and an aggressive reminder that he was a cheating scumbag. Even so, he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't continue to try.

"Why are you here?"

Though her tone came off as annoyed, she was more surprised than anything else. Almost everyone had given up on trying to get through to her, yet there he stood in her front porch light, ready to give it another go.

"I know I messed up," Steve sighed wearily. "And I'm not expecting you to take me back or anything. I just... I just didn't want you to be alone."

He braced himself for another blowup and prepared himself to take whatever it was she needed to get off her chest and be ready to come back and try again the following day. However, she simply snatched the pizza box out of hand, placing it on the floor behind her before turning back to him and pulling him in for a hug.

Steve wrapped his arms around his waist and held her tightly, not letting go until he was certain she was ready to pull away. The quiet sobs she let out into his shoulders made it clear that would not be any time soon.

Just as well, there was no place else he wanted to be.

Pass The Salt

Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Summary: Awkward dinner conversations lead to... lots of cringeworthiness and embarrassment.

Warnings: implied sexual themes, daddy kink

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You had always had the biggest crush on Steve Harrington. And after fighting The Upside Down for a second time, your friendship turned into something more. You were both smitten. But Steve was terrified, as you were the Chief of Police’s oldest daughter. So terrified, that it took weeks for anything physical to even happen between the two of you. Your dad could appreciate all that Steve had done for your band of misfits, but because of who you were, Steve was public enemy #1 in his eyes.

And if you thought your dad was strict with El & Mike, he was 1,000 times more strict with you & Steve. So much so, it was unfair.

“(Y/N), he’s not welcomed here if I am not home.”

“Dad, El’s here, and we have to study for a te-“

“I said no.”

“He’s not allowed in your room.”

“But Mike’s allowed in El’s-“

“What did I say, (Y/N)?”

And because of this, you and Steve had to find more... unconventional ways to be together. You’d sneak out, he’d sneak in, hooking up in his car...

“He’s going to kill me if he ever finds us, (Y/N).”

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“Groooosssss.” You slurred out as soon as Carol & Tommy had left the table. “I can’t believe she calls him daddy. Can you imagine if I did that?”

You try to stifle a laugh but can’t hold it in. You only stop because all Steve does is side smile but is otherwise quiet, staring you down.

“I... what, Steve?”

“Oh... nothing. Just imagining that pretty little mouth calling me daddy.”

Your jaw drops.

“Wanna go try that out?”

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Months pass, and finally it’s May. Time for you and Steve to graduate.

“Hey, so... I know you have family coming in this week, but dad wants to have a small dinner Sunday. To celebrate. Just us, him, El & Mike. And we all know he can’t cook, so I was thinking about making lasagna... anyways. Can you come? Pleaaaaase?”

And of course, Steve can’t say no to you, so he agrees.

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“Hey, El, can you set the table?! Steve will be here any minute.” You yelled, taking the lasagna out of the oven. That’s when there’s a knock at the door. You quickly take off your apron, and run to answer.

Opening the door, there he stands, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Steeeeve. You didn’t have to.” You pull him into a big hug, kissing his cheek, and pulling him inside. “It smells sooo good, (Y/N).” He stood, watching you whisk around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner and putting the flowers in a vase. Your father comes out of his room & sees the way Steve watches you lovingly and while he felt happy someone was treating his daughter well, he scowls.

“Hi Mr. Hopper.” Steve turned, seeing Jim emerge from his room.

“Dad, good. Dinner is ready!” You call out. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Everything is finally sorted out, and you find yourself at the dinner table. El is sitting in the middle between Mike and your dad. You sit across from El, while Steve sits across from Hopper.

“Wow. We did it. We actually graduated high school!” You squeal, squeezing Steve’s hand in excitement. He takes a big bite of lasagna and smirks at you. Conversations about what’s to come start amongst the group. You take a bite but decide you could use some salt.

“Daddy, could you please pass the salt?”

And everything that happens next seems to go in slow motion.

Your dad and Steve both reach for the salt shaker.

Your eyes go wide. Steve’s hand freezes mid-reach. Dad’s jaw clenches. El cocks her head, confused. Mike chokes on his drink, spewing it everywhere.

Steve quickly pulls his hand back, dropping his eyes to his lap. Your cheeks burn red. Mike is trying to keep from bursting into laughter. El still looks confused amongst the group. Your dad passes the salt over and sets it in front of you, his eyes burning holes into your and Steve’s skulls. You quietly reach and grab it, sprinkling it over your meal.

“I don’t get it. You’re dad, why did Steve-“ El starts, but you quickly cut her off.

“WOW, I’ve really outdone myself on this lasagna, haven’t I?!” You say loudly, louder than you should, and elbow Steve hard in the side. He picks his fork up and at the same time you both shove a bite into your mouth’s filling them so your mouth’s are full and you can’t say another stupid, embarrassing word.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this, (Y/N). We’re talking about this after dinner. You either, Steve.” your dad states sternly.

You swallow hard, and Steve puts his elbow on the table, covering a hand over his face.

“Great. Just great. (Y/N), we’re not even going to live to see the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t wait to tell the party about this.” Mike says, crossing his arms across his chest, sitting back in his seat smugly.

Steve drops his head to the table. Your eyes fall down to your lap.

There was really no way to get yourself out of this one.

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damian wayne x reader <3

- damian is aged up

- fluff

- enjoy

“smile dami.” you rushed under your breath, barely glancing at the boy leaning against the wall with a grim look painted across his normally rather attractive appearance, his god like structure.

your arm came out to greet the many older couples coming into the mayor’s home, the place where bruce planned tonight’s gala, the gala that has put your boyfriend in a successfully bad mood.

you smiled as a man lightly grabbed your hand, brining it to his lips to press a soft kiss before shuffling off after his wife, though that did earn a soft look from your boyfriend who has only nodded in the directions of people walking into the overly large home.

he huffed, dragging his lips further down into a frown, so far that his dimples are hidden from sight and his head turned away from where you were standing, his gaze searching for his father to birth yet another complaint about being here and forcing you to do the same.

“damian.” you snap, your wrist reaching out to grab his crossed arms, finger tips brushing against his broad and muscular chest before snatching his watch covered wrist.

eyes stayed on him as you held onto him, beginning the drag toward the private hallway. his mouth began to open though shut immediately as he stared at your dominant side, a side that doesn’t come out often, though a side he loves more than anything on you.

you hand gripped tighter on his wrist, pulling him through the doorway and slinging him around so he was now in front of you, both of you now hidden from the complete mess of the party, all of the brothers going around and most likely complaining to their adoptive father much like your boyfriend was wishing to do.

your body spun around much to fast, your eyes blurring as you tried to settle on the tall, broad figure in front of you, still scowling “you need to stop.”

“care to enlighten me beloved?” he teased, leaning against the wall now, attempting to be nonchalant of the whole situation, his arms crossing across his chest again, frown faltering.

“try to be nice to people.” you spoke softly, annoyed at this point. “it’s all i’m asking for tonight, i know you don’t like it here, neither do it i but- what?”

the last word came out snappy, his blown from the darkness in the room both of your eyes settled on each other, watching him lightly smirk midway through your rant.

“nothing beloved.” he hummed, completely enamored by your dominant nature, a side you don’t show often though he wish you did more.

“don’t do that.” your tone was flat, eyes rolling as you looked back toward the opening, the sound of bruce calling both yours and damian’s name ringing in your ears.

“i’m not doing anything.” he spoke quite honestly, unfolding his arms from his chest to motion that he wasn’t doing such.

“your trying to get me to fold by calling me beloved.” you sighed in your words, hands placed flat across his two pecks as you started shoving him further back into the hallway, damn was his a brick wall.

damian obliged, taking small steps back in order to ease your workload, smiling down at your as you stuffed your head into his chest in attempt to move him faster. you both could hear bruce calling you know and truth be told neither of you wanted to be dragged back out there against your own free will.

“i’m not trying to get you to anything.” he spoke again rather honestly, he has been calling you beloved more than your own name the second you agreed to go on a date with the boy. he loved the way it sounded, his beloved. “though-“ he paused, dropping his hands to your waist halting your movements, “it seems you are trying to get me to do something.”

a sigh fell from your lips and now your head further buried into his broad chest, not even annoyed at this point rather a combination of over it and happy (because your boyfriend stopped acting like oscar the grouch) “oh beloved you don’t enjoy my teasing?”

your head titled upward to meet his emerald burning gaze, a smirk painted across his face. “you are so lucky i love you.”

you couldn’t help but smile at your words and at the way damian’s fingers tapped and gripped tighten around your waist when the words tumbled from your perfect lips. and the playful smirk was replaced by a genuine smile down at his beloved.

“why is that, hm?” he hummed, swaying you back and forth.

“because if i didn’t i would have kicked your ass when you didn’t acknowledge the old woman smiling at you.” you teased back at him, slowly removing yourself from his grasp.

a snort escaped his perfect face, “you can dream about kicking my ass all you want beloved, it won’t happen.”

your hand tangled to find one of his now empty ones, lightly tugging for him to follow, which of course he did. “cave, tomorrow.” you tested, which of course earned a throaty laugh and an agreement from your boyfriend as both of your shoes clicked in harmony down the marble floors.

“i’ll do whatever makes you happy beloved.” he finally spoke as the two of you reached the hallway, smiling as he fiddled with your fingers, the only form of PDA he ever partook in.

your stunning smile flashed back at him, your free hand coming to grasp his chin and swipe your thumb gently across his lips. “good, so be try to be in a good mood.”

his eyes blew at the sudden contact from your thumb on his sensitive pink skin of his lips, “or what?” he tested, though he had no intention of making you upset twice in one night, he didn’t like you upset and hated fighting with you.

“you won’t get your surprise tonight.” and with that you disconnected from him completely, sauntering off into the ballroom without a second glance.

and let’s just say dami was on his best behavior that night, even told jason he loved him, was really a sight to see.

“what did you just say to me?” jason had to take a double take, what did his adoptive assassin brother just utter to him, and why did he think it was okay.

“i love you brother.” damian spoke rather loosely as if they used the term daily, loose smile on his face as he gazed upon you speaking to barbara.

“y/n!” jason couldn’t get his words out fast enough, in fact the skilled vigilante tripped over his own feet on his way to you, “i think your boyfriend is broken.”

Never forget what they took from us