Boss-Man

anonymous asked:

OH MAN ARE REQUESTS ACTUALLY OPENING? If so, do you think you could do headcannons for Alex with an insomniac reader? Also, if it isn't too much to ask for something else, headcannons for Burr with a very (I don't want to say touchstarved but I totally mean touchstarved) reader?

boss’ memo : sure !! i’ll do the other one later :0

Originally posted by linoftheday


  • the number one rule goes as follows : only alex is allowed to stay up late 
    • as a result, he is filled with concern once you start falling prey to your insomnia as well
    • you might just actually force him to start sleeping earlier than four n the morning because he just,, really worries about you and there’s actually a chance of him falling asleep while trying to get you to fall asleep
      • he jokes that this was clearly your master plan and oh no, it’s working
    • his first order of business is finding a cause–why’s this happening? is it too many thoughts? is it stress? is it nightmares? is it simply because you’re frustrated that you can’t sleep, thus creating an eternal and horrible cycle?
      • if you don’t know why and can’t really explain it to him, that’s fine !!
  • he honestly tries everything,, tries making you tea, tries to ensure you don’t nap too much during the day–oh, and about the tea!
    • the concept of not being extra for once in his life simply does not exist for this boy, and alex will honestly go out and buy as many varieties as he can with the hopes that one will be of help (black, green, white, herbal, oolong–no tea is safe)
    • if it’s due to you staying up late to do work, or due to too many ideas, he’ll have you write the ideas down and will do his best to ensure you do your work earlier
      • if you can’t finish your stuff by 11, he’s gonna make sure that the two of you wake up earlier than usual tomorrow so you can finish
    • there’s a point where he kind of gives up and goes
      • “please sleep”
        “what do you think i’m trying to do, alex”
        please…
        “um so you’re aware that’s not going to work, right”
        “yeah kinda, doesn’t mean i can’t try”
  • likely what ends up working is when he starts just laying next to you and holding you to his chest (or vice versa, depending on your preference)
    • the rise and fall of his chest is pretty relaxing, if you’re to be honest, plus, the goodnight kisses are always nice after a difficult day. alex talks a lot about how much he loves you, but having him show it is always lovely.
    • –though, it really is unfortunate that he snores
      • (don’t worry, he’ll get you some ear plugs if you need ‘em)
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@12monkees ~  “i just met my new boss/coworker and it turns out i hooked up with them last week oops” for anyone u want 💚💚💚
400 words ~ Vladimir Ranskahov

Day nine of working for the Troika restaurant and you were already about to walk out. You weren’t there as merely a waiter but a chef who moonlighted as a waitress some days. You’d been offered the job two weeks prior when one of the managers met you at your diner job. But right now not even the grade up in pay was enough to calm you. The owner was coming in today and the moment he walked through the door your heart was in your throat.

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“There’s a lovely moment that I have with Mehcad, about accepting who you are,” shares David Harewood, who plays DEO boss man Hank Henshaw aka “Martian Manhunter” J’onn J’onzz. “James is reluctant to step in and help somebody, and I persuade him, as a hero, that sometimes you have to go against your own instincts and do something that’s right, as opposed to what you think might be right.

A young black boy bonding with an adult black male superhero?

Who, in turn, looks to another respectable black man as a mentor??

Generations of black male role models???

me at a job interview

Me: ah yes yes i am a very mature and well adjusted adult who knows how to set priorities

Boss man: ok ur hired.

Me: *stands up for a handshake and hundreds of OTP fanart falls out of the suit*

SILK UNDER HIS SUIT  ੭  JUNGKOOK

 

Contains : secretagent!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 3,5k

Summary : Jungkook could get away with pretty much anything, partly thanks to his young looks and friendly smile, but mostly because of his secret agent skills. He trained for so long, and now he was finally one of the best agents of his company, never failing to do his job, quickly and properly. Every single one of his mission is a success, until he finds out who is his new target : his childhood best friend.

Originally posted by bangmebangtanmtl

A/N : I’m thinking about making a part two, so if you think I should or just want to give a feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


Jungkook’s foot was tapping on the marble floor, patiently waiting as he observed the paitings on the wall facing him. He already saw them a hundred times, but the abstract paintings were still a mystery to him.

The boy adjusted his tie, hearing the heavy footsteps behind the door. Patiently, he watched the shadow forme on the glass door, getting up as soon as it opened.

Confident, he took a step, nodding at the tall man in a black suit before disappearing behind the door, the man closing it after him.

Jungkook knew the path by heart, quickly walking towards the desk at the end of the hallway, a hand running in his hair.
His footsteps echoed against the walls, and soon enough, he was greeted by an overly white room, the only black thing being the massive desk and the man’s suit, looking through the bay window.

Jungkook silently waited, hands in his back. He had to say that the view was amazing, the city looked tiny under his feets, he felt powerfull.
The man hummed, turning around.
It also wasn’t the first time that Jungkook saw his boss, but the man had such a strong aura, forcing his respect.

His piercing eyes carefully watched as Jungkook bowed, a warm smile decorating his face.

“Jungkook.”, greeted the man, he was the only one in the building to call him by his actual name.

“Sir.”, said Jungkook, keeping his back straight.

The man’s hand pointed towards the chair in front of his desk, silently asking Jungkook to sit.
He quickly walked towards the black chair, sitting and waiting for his boss to talk again.

“Your last mission was a success. You did well.”, said the man, sitting on his imposing chair.

Jungkook opened his mouth, before closing it again, taken back. It was really rare for his boss to compliment anyone.
“Thank you, sir.” said, Jungkook, head bowing.

The man smilled, opening a drawer before placing a brown file on his desk. With his index, he made it slide towards the boy.

“Here’s your next mission. Kill them, I want evidence, search for any files, the usual. Do it as quickly as possible, no need to investigate.”, simply said his boss.
Jungkook nodded, familiar with the procedures, taking the file without opening it. It was light, maybe just a page or two, which was unusual, but he didn’t show anything.

His boss nodded to the door, his dark locks moving in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly got up, walking down the hallway, files in hand. Exiting the office, he gave one last look at the door, the black plaque with a carved “Min Yoongi” shinning under the neon light.




Jungkook ran up his stairs, nodding at his neighbor before opening his apartment door.
Entering in the darkness of the room, the boy sighed, tugging at his tie.
The small ray of lights coming from the window were enough for his tired eyes, Jungkook took off his shoes, throwing the file on the table in front of his tv.

His hand ran in his hair, messing his dark locks, he hated that he had to style them everytime he had to meet his boss.
Quickly, he walked towards his fridge, taking a bottle of beer, dragging the cold glass along his neck and collarbones before opening it.

It was way too hot, he thought, rolling his sleeve up. After this, he hoped that his new mission was in another country, somewhere where the climate was decent, or even in another city, he was growing tired of Seoul and his busy streets and neon lights. He also wanted something with more investigation.

The boy sighed, collapsing on his couch. He took a sip of his beer, eyes fixed on the file in front of him.
He always had a strange feeling everytime he had to start a new mission, he knew he was risking his life everytime. On the other hand, it’s what he chose to do, he couldn’t complaine.

Placing his bottle on the table, Jungkook reached to grab the brown folder, sitting comfortably before opening it.

His eyes quickly traveled on the paper, before stopping on the picture,

and he froze.

His eyes widen, could it be ? could it be Y/N ? he asked himself. The girl on the picture looked so much like her, his mouth fell agape, trying to distinguish the features of the girl on the blurry picture.
She was on the street, on hand firmly grabbing a large green and black drawing pad.

His heart started beating, turning the page, hoping to find another picture. The other one was clearer, the girl was smiling brightly, it looked like a photoshoot, and they were no doubt.

“Y/N…”, breathed Jungkook.

It had to be an error, it had to, he thought. But the more he looked at the pictures, the more he was convinced it was you.
The same eyes, the same smile.

Jungkook nervously searched for the information sheet, silently praying that he wouldn’t find your name writen black on white.
But he did, and he found your name, your adress, your number, your birth date, everything.
It was you.

He threw the file back on the table, as if he was repulsed by it, his head falling in his hands.
It’s been years since he saw you for the last time, when he had to leave Busan to train. Jungkook felt a heartache while seeing the pictures, the same he felt when he left you. Jungkook didn’t have a lot of regrets, but leaving his hometown without keeping in touch with you was his biggest regret.

After all, you were his best friend, and he never found someone that understood him like you did, he never felt so many things towards someone else.
He usually found himself thinking about you at night, his mind was always busy during the day, and when he did, he liked to comfort himself and think that he was only protecting you.

He had to do the same to his parents, he had to lie to them, tell them he had a normal, small job in Seoul, but they didn’t know that they were protected from afar by his company, however, the company only protected their agent’s family, and no one else.

By the adress, you lived in Seoul now, apparently, you left Busan too. But what happened ? Why were you his new prey ?

Did he had to kill you ?

Thinking about this, his head snapped back up.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

It wasn’t like he never killed someone, but you weren’t anyone. Jungkook breathed in, his mind running. He couldn’t let you go, his boss would be disappointed, and he would get someone else to get the job done. He couldn’t kill you, it was beyond his power.

On the other hand, his agent self told him that maybe, just maybe, you did something so horrible that he had to kill you ? After all, his company worked for the gouvernment, he was killing the bad guys, right ?

His head fell back in his hands, foot tapping on the floor. From all the people, it had to be you, it had to be him.
Frustrated, his fist slammed on the table, the bottle shaking.

He got up, trying to block any unprofessional thought, it was his job, you were his pray, you were no one.
He gave a last glare to your adress, before grabbing his keys.




Jungkook exited out of his car, immediatly facing the tall building, somewhere, behind one of these windows, was his new prey.
Jungkook’s mind was running, as he walked towards the door, getting in the fresh ground floor.

He looked around, there were no cameras, no one at the reception. He instantly noticed the elevator, and slided in when the massive grey doors opened.
Jungkook’s finger pressed on the number, remebering your adress that he saw on the file.

The doors opened, and somehow, Jungkook couldn’t move. He couldn’t exit the cubic space, he felt heavy.
He noticed that his hands were sweaty, and he quickly rubbed them on his jean. He breathed, he was feeling like his unconfident old self again.

He snapped when he saw the doors close again, putting a firm hand between them and getting out of the small space where he felt like he was suffocating.

His shoes met the soft dark carpet, his eyes searching for the right number.
“Fourteen…fourteen…”, he breathed to himself, as if he needed to remember himself why he was here.

Quickly, he found the door, your door, a small “14″ on the door. You were probably behind these wall,s he was facing his path, and his decisions.
He took a deep breath, a voice in his head still trying to find a solution, trying to find a way to get you both out of here, no matter what you did to appear in his boss’ files.

He straightened his back, fist getting closer to the wood, before he stopped. Were you even going to recognise him ? Would it be easier for him ? Were you still the same person he knew ?

Pushing back his questions, his fist tapped on your door, before the hallway fell in silence.
Seconds felt like minutes, and the more he waited, the more he wanted to run and disappear.
But the door opened.

The door opened, and he froze.
You obviously suffering from the heat, only wearing a short and a tank top, one hand holding a black fan.
A thin layer of sweat was visible, making your skin glow, but Jungkook’s eyes where glued on your face, drinking in every detail.
Every other night, he wished he could see you, but not in those circumstances.
The both of you were silent, but something broke when you opened your mouth, a gasp falling from your lips.

“J-Jungkook ?”, you asked, stopping every movement from your hand.

And the boy felt his heart sank to the his feets when he heard you say his name, and he felt even worst when he felt your arms wrap around his torso.

Although, he couldn’t help himself, a sweet smile streching his lips, his own arms holding you. And he felt complete in a way, a weight leaving his shoulder, but the weight of what he had to you was still here and significant.

“Hi.”, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do, he was helpless, a hand rubbing your back.

Your hand hit his torso, taking him off garde, all senses alert, he had to think twice and not make any moves to defend himself.

“Where have you been ? Y-you fucking disappeared.”, you said, eyebrows furrowed, clearly ready to cry.

 “Y/N, it’s-”, he started, before you pulled him inside your apartment.

“Wait, d-do you want something to drink ?” you asked, while desturing towards your couch.

“No, thank you.”, Jungkook smiled, you were still the same. He looked around your apartment with modest furnitures, but it was clean.
He looked over the window, seeing the setting sun.

You sat next to him, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Look at you.”, you breathed. And Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, his head tilting to feel you touch.

“And l look at you.”, he laughed, a genuine laugh.

“So, what happened ?”, you asked, crossing your legs to fully turn your body towards him.

Jungkook got lost in his thoughts, a part of him wanted to tell you the truth, be true to you, but another half of him told him to just do what he was used to do, lie.

“Do we…really have to talk about that ?”, he asked. You moved your head, before he changed the subject.

“What about you ?”, he asked. At the moment, all he wanted was to hear you talk, catch up with everything that happened. And hopefully, just for a second, he would feel like he never left you.

“Oh, when-when you left, it was hard.”, you breathed. “But, you probably felt the same thing, you also had to leave your hometown.” and Jungkook smiled, closing his eyes, you always had been such a comprehensive person.

“But, you’re here now, right.”, you said, a hand grabbing his, and he melted, slowly becoming putty in your hands, and he felt like he was a teenage boy again. He nodded, and you continued.

“Eventually, I also moved from Busan. And now I’m an art major.”, you simply explained.

“How is Busan now ?”, he asked, eager to know more about his hometown.

“Oh you know, it’s the same, nothing really changed.”

He breathed, but his real goal came back in his mind like a torrent, his smile fading. He looked at you, detaling everyone of your features, his jaw tightening.

“Are you okay ?”, you asked, you hand coming back to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, he honestly felt like crying, the gesture adding on, you were the only one to touch him like that, the smallest touch making him feel so many things he thought he would never experience ever again.

“I missed you.”, Jungkook said, his voice breaking, and he hated himself for being so weak. He was trained to hide his emotions, or fake them, but everything he learned was thrown by the window.

He kept his eyes closed, trying to push every thoughts in a corner of his mind, his shoulders tensed, he wished he could find a way to fix everything, he wished so many things.

But his eyes opened when he felt your lips on his, the feeling nearly foreign to him. But before he could truly understand it, you pulled back.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know-”, you tried, before getting cut by Jungkook’s lips crashing on yours. And suddently, he was craving for more, lips moving against yours, his hand coming in contact with your hair.
He couldn’t say he never thought about it, he did from time to time asked himself what would have happened if he never left, and he wondered if you and him would’ve been more than best friends.

Jungkook pulled back, allowing both of you to breath, murmuring a “I missed you so much.”, against your lips.
He was feeling things he was prohibited to feel, he was thought that love, lust, sympathy were things to avoid.

But in a way, the mixture of all those thing, and you, were pulling all his pieces together again, and he felt like if he let you go, all his parts would fall again.

“I missed you.”, you said, your own voice breaking, and Jungkook pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head dropping in your neck.
He breathed in your perfume, before leaving a hard kiss where your neck and shoulder met, your fingers intertwining with the locks of his hair.

Jungkook swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He saw your shaky hand grab a handful of his shirt, before taking taking the first button between your fingers.

You didn’t move for a second, waiting for him to approuve, and he did, nodding. And with that, your digits went to work, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a kiss on his torso everytime a new parcelle of skin was exposed.

Soon enough, his shirt was open, your hands running up and down the smooth skin, your lips coming back to his mouth.
“I still can’t believe you left me like that.”, you breathed against his lips, in an attempt to get a reaction from him.

And it worked, his hand delicatly grabbing your jaw, peppering kisses on your jawline and neck, “I’m sorry.”, he breathed.

Jungkook sucked on your skin, a moan tumbling down from your lips, making a hiss escape his mouth.
Unconsciously, your hips started rocking on top of Jungkook’s thigh, your breath growing irregular.

The boy didn’t notice, to busy pulling your top off, eager to feel your skin against his. You pulled his shirt out of his shoulder, throwing it somewhere on the couch, alongside your top, your hips moving again.
Your head fell backwards, exposing your throat. Jungkook instantly attached his mouth to the skin, his teeth slightly biting on it.

“Jungkook.”, you cried out. The boy hummed, his hands travelling on your chest before resting on your lower half.

“Touch me.”, you begged, lightly pulling on his hair.

Jungkook’s breath got caught in his throat, buttles rising in his stomach. Everything was a blur around him, his mind focused on you. His hand unzipped your pants, before letting them fall on the ground. He stopped for a second, eyes travelling up and down your body.

“You look beautiful.”, he said, fingers tugging at the hem of your black panties,

“But I would rather take these off.”, he continued, finding a new confidence.

A hand on your waist, the boy layed you on the couch, your head on the arm rest. His other hand grabbed the back of your thigh, his lips dragging on your skin from your collarbones to your hip bone, where he marked you.

Your hand grabbed the back of his head, a sigh leaving your lips. Before you could talk again, Jungkook’s digits hooked under the hem of your panties, taking it off and placing himself between your legs.

His breath ghosting over your heat, he keept eye contact before placing a single kiss on your clit. This simple touch making a faint moan escape from your lips, chest rising and falling at and uneven pace.

You closed your eyes, impatiently licking your lips, before mumbling a “Please.”, and that’s all he needed.His lips immediatly wrapping around your clit, sucking, before his digits started teasing your entrance. Jungkook hummed at your taste, the vibrations making you moan.

Licking and sucking, his finger finally pushed in, making your back arched, your moan filling the room. The boy’s eyes were closed, focused, his hips almost bucking everytime he heard your moan. Your noises sounded like heaven, and all he wanted was to hear more.

You, on the other hand, wanted to feel more, your body craving to feel more.
“Jungkook.”, you called. He opened his eyes, filled with lust. “More.”, you begged, unable to form a full sentence. You tugged on his hair, hoping he would get the hint.

He looked up, lips and chin shining. “More.”, you asked again, hand pushing his jeans.
Jungkook understood, quickly taking his pants and underwear off. He was hard, the tip red, a drop of pre-cum leaking. He wanted to pleasure you first, but the both of you were too impationt, craving for each other’s body.

His fingers intertwined with yours, resting on the arm rest on each side of your head, you gave him a nod, and his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss before pushing in. Moans coming from each side.

His pace was slow, he wanted it to last, whimpers tumbling from his lips. His torso was brushing against yours, sweat forming on your skin.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to process the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

Your name was falling from his lips like a prayer, before falling on the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans.
Broken moans were heard from the both of you, his pace quicken, his hips bucking without his will.

Jungkook’s teeth dugged into your skin, making you cry out. One of his hand left your, travelling down your body before he met you hip. Your nails dragged on his back, making sure to leave marks when Jungkook’s finger started circling on your clit.

Your back arched, forgetting to breath for a moment when his finger tip pressed hard, his dick hitting a particular spot.

“I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, eyes shut.

“Let go, I’m here.”, he said, his finger pressing hard, and that’s all you needed, your eyes rolling back, a long moan coming from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, hips slowing down.

Jungkook came shortly after, a final grown escaping his lips, mumbling a “God.”, through gritted teeths. Your hand went once again through his hair, pulling back the dark locks falling in his eyes.

Collapsing on top of you, his fingertips caressed the multiple hickies he left on your skin, before pulling out, arms wrapped around you.

His mind was empty, he was full, and he wished it never stopped, but his head snapped back up.
Distraught eyes looking at you, he quickly got up, throwing you clothes on you, “You need to leave the town.”

4

“…Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeve I don’t want to go I want to wooooooooooork—”

“Tony, playing catch with Dummy is not working and you know Pepper would really come and kick you with her high heels if you are late.”

“QAQQQQQQQQQ”


Poor Tony, we all know Pepper is the real boss. Be quick and you still have time to get a goodbye kiss from your boyfriend before getting back to work. *pats*

Didn’t Expect It

Jason didn’t expect it really. In fact, he didn’t expect it at all.

It had been a tough night. A drug bust that escalated quickly, and before he knew it Birdie had shown up to save the day, and while Jason would never admit it out loud, he wasn’t entirely pissed about the rescue.

Not since it gave him a chance to see the youngest of them again.

He didn’t expect it really, the feeling. The unfamiliar joy to see his littlest brother, jumping here and there, weaving in between the enemies and taking down one man after another like it was a ballet performance. The strange smile that unfurled behind his mask as he stumbled to his feet, clutching the wound staining his shoulder and watched the little boy roundhouse kick Mr. Boss in the face, sending the man flying into the wall with a deafening crunch. The indescribable pride as the kid straightened himself, hands on his hips, and smirked.

He didn’t expect the warm sensation when Damian practically jerked himself towards the criminal that aimed his gun on Jason because his little brother was protecting him.

The Boss Man stumbled back on his feet and trained his two pistols on the 12-year-old standing in front of him, and Jason attempted to move towards Damian, because he already died once, don’t you dare lay a finger on him you bastard-

“Put the gun down.” Came his small voice, ever so tiny. Too tiny. “And I’ll give you a 5-minute head start.”

The man stared for a moment.

“4 minutes.” Damian scowled.

And Boss ran.

Jason didn’t expect the fear that lurched inside him when Damian’s shoulders slumped and he grabbed his stomach. He didn’t know what to do when his littlest brother turned on him, anger flaming in his bright green eyes, and felt guilty.

But it was okay, because at least those green eyes were alive.

And so Jason leaned back against the wall and slid until his body collapsed on the floor. The throbbing in his foot wasn’t so bad now, and his shoulder wasn’t as painful as it had been a moment ago. He looked back at Damian, preparing himself for the tiny storm before him.

“How dare you, Todd.” He hissed venomously, eyes narrowed almost threateningly, and he stomped towards him, hands in fists. “Drake ordered you to wait for me.”

“I don’t take orders from Timmyboy, Demon Spawn.” The insult-turned-nickname rolled off his lips so easily he didn’t have time to stop it.

“Foolish!” Damian seethed as he marched towards him. “It was foolish! Idiotic! Stupid! You could have died!”

“Been there, done that. Hell couldn’t handle this.”

The little boy stopped at this and his eyes widened a tad, and Jason realized what he’d said. It was so easy, almost a habit nowadays, to make jokes about his own death. At first, it was to pour the blame on Bruce, to make him feel guilty, terrible, make him apologize because he deserved those terrible feelings, but now it was just humor for him. It was something he did.

Jason had been back from the dead for years now.

Damian had been back, what, a few months?

“B-besides,” Jason tried to amend his witless mistake. “Why would you care?”

“Foolish Todd.” The little boy whispered, so different to his tone a second earlier. So small.

And he didn’t expect Damian to stumble towards him, but he didn’t refuse the tiny arms that were reaching towards him. He didn’t mind for the moment that his blood was getting all over the kid’s suit or that it was probably in his hair too because Jason was holding him. He was holding his little brother’s tiny, adorable, alive body in his arms and he wasn’t going to argue.

“Foolish, idiotic, stupid, brave Todd.” Damian croaked, burying his head into the crook of Jason’s neck. “You were supposed to wait.” He repeated, but sounded so unsure this time, the childish confidence disappeared. “You could have been killed.”

“Damian, I’m okay,” Jason whispered, completely bewildered by his brother’s behavior. They had never been chummy. They respected each other, maybe even liked each other a minuscule amount, but Jason was no Dick Grayson. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is.” The boy pressed, curling even tighter into his arms and Jason couldn’t help but feel how freaking small he was.

So small, so precious.

“It is because,” he swallowed against his neck and Jason felt something wet hit his skin, but he dared not expect it to be tears. “Because Jason,”

He squeezed the boy tighter, “Dami…”

“You’re the only brother who knows what it’s like to die…” he whispered sadly. “I-I want you to know that-that I’m very glad you aren’t dead anymore.”

Jason’s eyes widened until they were saucers, and his jaw dropped, but his grip tightened. It tightened with new resolve, with new purpose, with new revelations at his smallest brother’s confession.

Damian held on for a little longer, but Jason wasn’t complaining.

Jason didn’t expect the gentle, loving smile that slid onto his lips as he rested his chin on the 12-year-old’s hair.  The protectiveness that gripped him in a vice, a chain wrapped around his heart. A new hole in his heart that was perfectly Damian shaped, and it was strongly defended.

He didn’t expect himself to tilt his chin to kiss Damian’s forehead, and Jason didn’t expect the smile that he felt against his neck.

“I’m glad you’re back too, Bud.”

They stayed that way for a while, clinging to each other until Tim and Bruce arrived.

Jason didn’t expect for him to hold onto his small brother the way he did. He didn’t know exactly why he wanted to come back to the Cave, to make sure that the knife wound was just a knife wound. He was surprised with himself, as was Bruce, when he decided to stay the night, to make sure the kid doesn’t steal my stuff. He didn’t expect to go to Damian’s room before he went to bed himself, wounds freshly cleaned and bandaged. He didn’t expect for the little boy to be asleep soundly, a peaceful expression that barely graced his face now adorning his cheeks.

He didn’t expect the emotion. The pride, the protectiveness. The love.

He leaned down and kissed Damian’s forehead silently, pushing back some of his hair before turning.

He didn’t expect his tiny, sleep filled voice to emerge, “Goodnight, Todd.”

Jason grinned, turning to close the door. “Night, Tater-Tot.”

The smile that was plastered on his face as he fell under the wings of sleep was anything but forced.

He didn’t expect it.

He didn’t mind either.

Summary of the 80s Voltron

  • Allura gets cut *Keith throws flowers at her*
  • LoWtoRE
  • Pidge sounding like a gollum “pWinCEss mY pREcIouS”
  • haggar u’ve looked better tbh /:
  • hAYYYYYYgar
  • keith: *long ass inner monolgue trying to convince himself he’s straight* shUT UPPPP 
  • ugly sobbing…by me
  • the white girl is dead!!! me: hmm yeah ok
  • lance……..ur so white
  • pidge is a fucking boss gremlin
  • keith man pain……….again
  • hunk the orange paladin
  • pidge and their fucking G R E N A D E
  • defeated….by wind