bug-rights

Attention gamers! The Steam Summer Sale has started and a lot of games are hella cheap right now. 

Also, I think there is a bug in the system right now. If you’re familiar with Steam and their trading card system, then you’d know that they usually have a new trading card set for each Summer Sale. You’re suppose to only get one per day while going through your discovery queue. However, I just got 12 of them and I know that is not suppose to happen. Take advantage of it while you can I guess.

You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 4)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 978

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy the update!

Originally posted by littlesati

“Huh, #CatchMeBuckyBarnes is already trending on Instagram,” Daisy commented as you audibly groaned, refusing to remember what occurred at the coffee shop hours ago. “And it looks like a video of your incident has gone viral, too.”

“Fantastic,” you muttered. Sinking in your seat, you gazed out the car window and watched the buildings pass by, your mind involuntarily playing the mishap repeatedly.

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“Ted... I’ve got a serious question.”

Ted the Animator: “Huh? Wait, what’s wrong?”

Carl the Animator: “Nothing huge, just… do you have a second?”

Ted the Animator: “…I’ve never seen you like this before. Did someone die?!”

Carl the Animator: “No, no, chill, I’ve just got something bugging me right now. Can we talk?”

Ted the Animator: “Yes! Yes. The pen’s down, just say it… goodness, you’re freaking me out, here.”

Carl the Animator: “Ok, well, here goes…. I think I can do it. Deep breaths, staying calm… just need to–”

Ted the Animator: “JUST *SAY* IT!”

Carl the Animator: “…speaking of staying calm.”

Ted the Animator: “Sorry, sorry… suspense about seemingly-bad things always freaks me out.”

Carl the Animator: “Well, uh… to put it simply… when I was a kid, I’d watch Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and–”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, what?

Carl the Animator: “In Rudolph, they have this song, and–”

Ted the Animator: “What on earth does this have to do with anything?”

Carl the Animator: “The song the elves sing… why do they sing abou–”

Ted the Animator: …wait, all that wind-up was for a question about freakin’ Rudolph? I thought you were seriously traumatized over something!”

Carl the Animator: "This is a very serious and traumatizing matter.”

Ted the Animator: ”…huh?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you seen Rudolph before, Ted?“

Ted the Animator: "Like, meaning the ‘60s Christmas special? Uh… yes?”

Carl the Animator: “Do you remember the elves’ song?”

Ted the Animator: “l think? Sorta?”

Carl the Animator: “Have you ever really thought about it?”

Ted the Animator: “…no. No, Carl, I haven’t.”

Carl the Animator: "I envy you. There are darker implications hiding just under the surface.”

Ted the Animator: ”…”

Carl the Animator: “Part-way in, the elves perform their big song for Santa. Not just any song, mind you – one praising and extolling the virtues of Santa, and how their lives revolve around him.”

Ted the Animator: “…uh-huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Doesn’t it seem just a little weird to sing a song like that directly to the subject? Either they have an unhealthy adoration of their employer, which is creepy, or Santa requires them to sing it, which is even creepier.”

Ted the Animator: ”…hm.”

Carl the Animator: “And it doesn’t end there. Oh no, that’s just the beginning.”

Ted the Animator: “Uh-oh.”

Carl the Animator: "During their song, we see all these reactions where Santa’s irritated…” 

Carl the Animator: ”…even unwilling to mask his disappointment and boredom.”

Ted the Animator: “Not exactly his jolly old self, huh?”

Carl the Animator: "Not at all, Ted… not at all.”

Carl the Animator: "And to top it all off, at the end, he just says ‘Well, it needs work. I have to go’…”

Carl the Animator: "And just leaves, slamming the door on his way out.

Ted the Animator: ”…oh.”

Carl the Animator: “No thank-you given. No ‘Gee, elves, I really appreciate this tribute you’ve practiced all year for me.’ Santa gives them nothing but a reminder that they don’t hold up to his standards, and further neglection.”

Ted the Animator: "That… wow.”

Carl the Animator: "In that moment, as a kid, I realized the true villain of the story wasn’t the Bumble… it was Santa all along.

Ted the Animator: ”…I had no idea Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was an allegory for emotionally-abusive relationships.”

Carl the Animator: “We can only guess as to what Yukon Cornelius and his sled dogs might represent.”

You’re Okay, I Guess

Pairing: (platonic) Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jughead helps the Reader out in a run-in with her ex by the most unexpected methods

Warnings: nah, not much to say

Originally posted by loislanes94

You swirled the thick straw in between your thumb and index finger, staring gloomily at your half-drunken cookies and cream milkshake, not really having the appetite to down the milkshake, despite it being one of Pop’s more popular specialties. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you ended up feeling better by the end of the day, seeing as today was as shitty as days get.

First off, your mother had, earlier today, told you that if you wanted to continue living under her roof, you were to find a part-time job and try to ‘support the family’; and by 'family’, she meant her debilitating alcoholism. What with you being in the editorial board, plus running for track and being in a band, there was absolutely no way you could even indulge in the idea of working part-time seeing as your social life was non-existent and your actual life was hanging on by a fraying thread. Then of course, today marks a week since the Break Up with your ex Reggie, whom you recently found out through Kevin Keller that he had been sleeping around with other girls even when you were still together, which added more salt to the wound, as if more salt could ever be rubbed in that particular, still-healing injury.

So there you were, taking up an entire booth at Pop’s, wallowing in self-pity as you picked aimlessly at the crumpled tissue where you had wiped your mouth earlier, thinking of the tissue as a metaphor for your life, when the door to the burger-and-milkshake-serving diner opened, and in came a rowdy groups of guys you knew went to Riverdale High with you. How could you tell? It was probably because Reggie was smack-dab in the middle of the group, laughing and fooling around with his equally nauseating friends, shoving at each other as they made their (unwanted) presence in the otherwise peaceful shop known.

Of course, you had immediately ducked your head and pretended to fiddle with your phone to try to hide from Reggie and his puke-inducing gang of friends, in case they decided to make your day a living hell more than ever, practically having bile rising up your throat, trying to calm yourself down by sipping lightly at your milkshake. Through your eyelashes, you saw that some of the guys had crammed inside a booth, but to your horror, Reggie and one of his cronies had sidled up to the counter less than 7 feet away from you to pick up their order like they usually did after school when you tagged along, talking rather loudly about something you didn’t care to listen in on. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to have noticed you, and you were intent on things staying that way for as long as they were here, but of course, luck seemed to have abandoned your side completely as Reggie’s friend had scanned the diner and his gaze landed on you, where you tried to pretend you were typing away into your phone. Out the corner of your eye, you saw the friend nudge your ex with his elbow and not-so-discreetly whispered, “Well, look who it is, Reggie.” to him, making your ex turn and glance at you.

Of course, he didn’t say anything, just gave you that judgemental, 'you-are-all-beneath-me’ look and rolled his eyes at you. “I can’t believe you tapped that, I mean what was she like? Isn’t she like, a neurotic loner or something?” His friend pressed on.

“Trust me, biggest mistake of my life.” Reggie played along, knowing full well that you heard every word, trying not to break down and yell at that smug bastard for being a petty dipshit. “I mean, look at her, she’s hoarding an entire booth for her fat self and she’s so pathetic, she doesn’t even have friends to share-”

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the dissing Reggie and his friend were doing at your expense, and to your surprise, a raven-haired guy in a grey beanie sat down next to you in the booth, forcing you to scoot over reluctantly, despite not being aware you had agreed to meet anyone up at Pop’s today. Not that you had that many friends to hang out with in the first place…

Before you could ask the guy on why he was sitting there with you, he said, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”, glancing pointedly at you with his back towards Reggie and his friend, dark eyes instructing you to play along when you realized who he was; Riverdale High’s resident Emo McEmo, Jughead Jones.

You recalled seeing him a few times at school, him mostly keeping to himself with headphones practically surgically attached to his head, the quiet, mysterious type of guy that probably knew everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets just by silently observing his surroundings and gathering information unnoticed. He was an intriguing guy who seemed to have way more going on in his mind than most kids in Riverdale High combined, a person who has a deeper understanding on the human emotion and yet rarely shows any emotion other than boredom most times. But still, it didn’t answer your earlier inquiries on why the hell did he think you both were friendly enough that he could just barge into your booth and make himself at home when your bully of an ex and his similarly brute douchey friend were less than 7 feet away from you both.

“The freak and the slut, a perfect pair, yes?” Reggie’s friend nudged at the former, him looking a little put off by Jughead’s arrival. Everyone with a brain knew of the beef Reggie had with Jughead, so it was understandable why Reggie tensed up a little when Jughead appeared, under the pretence that you and him were somewhat friendly with each other. Whatever, it’s not like he has a hold over me, you thought, sending a steely glare at the two.

“Leave her alone.” Jughead spoke, a low but dangerous tone, one that surprised you. Surely he wasn’t actually…sticking up for you, was he? Jughead Jones, Defender of the Bullied? As far as you knew about him (and it wasn’t much), he was more of a sidelines guy, keeping out of trouble by staying under the radar. This, however, was totally out of character. “Don’t you asshats have something better to do than pick on people who did nothing wrong against you?”

“Oh-ho, look, the freak speaks! Defending his lady now, is he?” Reggie’s friend sneered.

“I did (Y/N) a favour by hooking up with her sorry ass.” Reggie spat spitefully, upturning his nose at you as if you were dirt under his shoes. “But in the end, she wasn’t even worth it.” He smirked when he saw both you and Jughead shift in your seats at an almost identical position, clearly ruffled by his words.

Before you could tell him to go shove a cactus up his ass, Jughead once again stepped in and told him, “No, it was (Y/N) who did you a favour by going out with you; I mean, who would even want to hook up with a guy like you?” This comment caused Reggie’s friend to turn pale, a bad sign, seeing as not many dared to talk shit about Reggie…to his face.

“You’re one to talk, Hannibal Lecter, when you’ve never even gotten past first base with a girl!” Reggie said angrily, just as their order arrived, his friend momentarily diverting his attention to the food.

“At least I’m getting laid.” Jughead replied calmly, and then, as if it was no big deal, turned towards you and pulled you into a kiss, one hand cupping your cheek as his mouth moved slowly against yours, a clear sign that he wasn’t used to kissing. Too surprised to even function, you noticed the disgruntled sounds of disgust coming from the two, and when you finally let Jughead take control, you heard them moving away from near your booth, defeated.

“Um…” You pulled away from the dark-haired boy once they were out of earshot, eyes wide at the realization that a guy, whom you barely spoke to in the past years you’ve been in the same school as him, had just defended you and kissed you despite not even owing you anything. “Wha…What was that for?” You asked him nervously, eyes darting to where the group of guys were, all of them already halfway out the door, not noticing the two of you.

“You wanted them to stop bugging you, right?” He asked you, following your gaze to the door that shut behind the group, you nodding slowly. “That should do the trick.” He added, referring to the kiss.

“But…why would you…why would you kiss me?” You asked him, confused.

“I, uh…” For once, Jughead didn’t seem to have a proper answer.

“Are you…are you gay or something?” You squinted at him, trying to squeeze out the truth from him. “I won’t judge you or anything-”

“No, no, it’s quite complicated, really…” He readjusted his grey beanie before continuing to speak. “I’m not attracted to girls. And guys. I’m not attracted to anyone, really.” Oh.

“And they’ve been harassing you about that?” You caught on quickly enough, recalling how hurt Reggie looked when Jughead told him he was getting laid. I will never understand boys and their over-inflated egos, you sighed inwardly.

He nodded, looking, for a split second, as if he was going to say something, but he didn’t. “Well hey, at least your plan worked!” You nudged him optimistically, coaxing a small smile from him, just the faintest twitch of the corner of his lips you were kissing a few minutes ago. “I’m cool with platonic kissing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “This doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you or anything, I just…” You gave up trying to justify your words. “You’re not…you’re okay, I guess.” You mumbled feebly.

“Well, the feeling is mutual, (Y/N).” Jughead smiled, a proper smile, one you’ve never ever seen before. “If I had to choose a girl to willingly kiss for the rest of my school year, it would be you.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You grinned, before both of you burst into laughter.


@bananakid42 @multifandomlove2002 @negansgrimes 

Yeah, I know I’m a Supernatural fanfiction account but like a lot of people on Tumblr, we were thrust into the world of Riverdale when we watched it, so it’s understandable. 

Anyway. 

If you like Supernatural (especially Rob Benedict/Chuck Shurley/Gabriel/Richard Speight Jr) then you can go check out my masterlist. If you want more of Jughead one-shots like this, feel free to request me anything that isn’t smut because I respect ace (aroace?) Jughead (c’mon guys, it’s canon). All you gotta do is send me an ask! 

guys…. you do realize the voice actors literally have NO say on what gets written into the show, right?

The Encyclopedia (Destiel)

A little one shot I wrote… I hope you like it! Let me know if you do, and send me a prompt if you feel so inclined!


“This is a terrible idea, Sam,” Dean said, voice hushed and hurried so no one in the library would hear him. “I really can’t do this.”

“Dean, you’ve been staring at him for the past hour. Go talk to him!” Sam hissed, poking his brother with the spine of one of his books.

They were at the library, picking up books for one of Sam’s middle school classes. Dean had had to drive him to the library right after his football practice, so Dean was still in his letterman jacket, hair damp and eyes bright when he saw him. A boy, the boy, of Dean’s dreams, fantasies, and desires. He was a little smaller than Dean, with ruffled dark hair and those eyes, like every tear Dean had ever shed was crystallized in that hypnotizing blue. He was a fucking masterpiece, and while Dean was well versed in flirtation, he had no idea how to approach this stunning and slightly nerdy boy. He could flirt, yes, but he didn’t know how to flirt with someone in a sweater vest.

“How am I supposed to talk to him?” Dean peeked around the edge of the bookshelf to glance at the boy, who was carefully running a slim finger across the spines of the books on the shelf. Dean turned back to his brother, a look of unadulterated panic on his face. “He reads.

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Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

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★*゚‘゚・Men in Black (1997)

❝ Goddamn bugs. ❞
❝ Don’t “Sir” me! You have no idea who you’re dealing with! ❞
❝ When did they let you out of jail? ❞ 
❝ What in the hell is going on?! ❞
❝ Really? I’m just a figment of your imagination. ❞
❝ God, we’re a gullible breed. ❞
❝ Yo, man, your luck just ran out. ❞
❝ And when he gets here, I’ll kick his ass too. ❞
❝ You don’t understand. Your world is gonna end. ❞
❝ What are you?! ❞
❝ What the hell is your problem? ❞
❝ My problem is you being all up in my damn face all the time. ❞
❝ I think he threw him off the roof. ❞
❝ Yeah, sure. He said the world was coming to an end. ❞
❝ Nothing is what it seems, kid. ❞
❝ Sure – I’m a big crack dealer now. I just work here because I love the hours. ❞
❝ Why do you lie to me? I hate it when you lie. ❞
❝ He’s crazy when he’s like this.❞
❝ Put down the gun and put your hands on the counter! ❞
❝ You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. ❞
❝ Do you know how much that hurts? ❞
❝ See a head doesn’t do that, it doesn’t just grow back. ❞
❝ Can’t help you, kid. Only comfort I can offer is that tomorrow, you won’t remember a thing. ❞
❝ See what I mean about tequila? You’re a bright young man, [name]. Just lay off the sauce. I’ll see you tomorrow, nine a.m. sharp. ❞
❝ Another beer? ❞
❝ I’ll tell you what it looks like, it looks like poison. Don’t you take that away, I’m eating that, damn it! It is poison, isn’t it?! ❞
❝ You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers! ❞
❝ I don’t appreciate your jumping down my throat about it. ❞
❝ He’s got a real problem with authority. ❞
❝ I hope you know what you’re doing. ❞
❝ You! Hey, what’s goin’ on? ❞
❝ You brought the aliens flowers? ❞
❝ I see. Not to change the subject, but when was your last cat-scan? ❞
❝ What you’ll gain in perspective, you’ll lose in ways you’re too young to comprehend. You give up everything. Sever every human contact. No one will know you exist. Ever. ❞
❝ Well, well, well. Movin’ right in, are we? Think we own the place? ❞
❝ Just what exactly do you think you’re doing? ❞
❝ You know, I have noticed an infestation here. Everywhere I look, in fact. Nothing but undeveloped, unevolved, barely conscious pond scum. So convinced of their own superiority as they scurry about their short, pointless lives. ❞
❝ All right. I’m in because there’s some next-level shit going on around here, and I’m with that. ❞
❝ Cool, slick. Now about those skills of yours,  ❞
❝ Don’t touch that! ❞
❝ You’ll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you, get approval for any expenditure over a hundred dollars. ❞
❝ We got the use of unlimited technology from the entire universe and we cruise around in this? ❞
❝ You know, ya’ll gotta learn how to talk to people. You could be a little kinder and gentler. ❞
❝ Now did that hurt? ❞
❝ Never push the button. ❞
❝ Oh God! I see it I see it I see it! ❞
❝ Congratulations! It’s a lizard. ❞
❝ Are you here to make fun of me too? ❞
❝ Damn. If he was this ugly before he was an alien… ❞
❝ Whoa! That thing erases her memory, and you give her a new one? ❞
❝ So basically you have a racial problem with all insect-based life forms? ❞
❝ You have very pretty eyes. ❞
❝ – that thing probably gives you brain cancer! ❞
❝ “Never hurt her before”?! How many times have you done the flashy thing to this poor woman?! ❞
❝ What the hell happened to make you such a callous son of a bitch? ❞
❝ Doesn’t anybody believe in sleep around here? ❞
❝ You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?  ❞
❝ Who robs a jewelry store and leaves the jewels? ❞
❝ This guy had a serious crush on his cat. ❞
❝ There’s always an Alien Battle Cruiser…or a Korlian Death Ray, or…an intergalactic plague about to wipe out life on this planet, and the only thing that lets people get on with their hopeful little lives is that they don’t know about it. ❞
❝ Don’t worry about the bug. He’s not leaving town. We’ve got his ship. ❞
❝ Of course that guy’s an alien. That’s gotta be the worst disguise I’ve ever seen. ❞ 
❝ The, uh…dog owes my friend some money. ❞
❝ Right, well, the cat is, uh – the cat’s a witness in a murder case and I’m going to need to take it with me. ❞
❝ It’s a long trip. I’ll need a snack. ❞
❝ Mind if I smoke? ❞
❝ You’re a wonderful dad. ❞
❝ You don’t get it. I’ve won. It’s over. ❞
❝ Move away from the vehicle and put your hands on your head. ❞
❝ That did not go at all like I had planned. ❞
❝ This guy’s really starting to bug me.  ❞
❝ Stop right there, or I’ll start wailing on your waxy, pointed ass! ❞
❝ Getting eaten!? That was your plan!? ❞
❝ Oh no, I can’t do this job by myself. ❞

In Sickness and in Health (Jason x Reader)

Request: Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is sick and Jason is taking care of them (btw you’re an amazing writer!)

A/N: I hope you like it anon!

Y/F/S: your favorite show

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“I said, I’m fine.” You sneezed into the tissue you were holding, wiping at your nose before continuing. “It’s just a cold. You don’t need to stay home with me.”

“No, it’s not just a cold.” He tucked the blanket in around your sides a little more snug. “You have a fever of 102 degrees (fahrenheit) and you threw up an hour ago.” He pressed his hand against the back of your forehead and frowned. “You’re still warm.”

“I’m fine.” You said stuffily. “Really, Jason, you don’t need to stay here. I’m fine taking care of myself.”

“You’re shaking.” He checked his phone momentarily before shutting it off. “I’m not leaving you until your fever is broken.”

“If you need to leave, then leave. I’m not going to die.” You noticed he was looking down at his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Roy can live without me for a day or two.” Jason shut his phone off and set it screen down on the table. “You’re what’s important right now. Drink this.” He handed you the water bottle you’d been drinking from. “When I come back, I want half of this gone.”

“Okay.” You smiled at him and took a sip. He walked into the kitchen, and you heard him moving around. You drank some more water, grimacing at the gurgle that it made when it hit your stomach, and turned on your side to take a nap.

Five minutes later, you ran to the bathroom, hurling up your insides. Jason followed behind you and gently pulled back your hair while you released the contents of your stomach, patting your back kindly. When you were finished, he had a washcloth ready and wiped your mouth, then handed you more water and kissed your forehead.

“Please don’t get sick, Jay.” You sighed before taking a slow drink of water.

“I never get sick, Y/F/N.” He smiled at you. “Go sit back down on the couch, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

You obliged, and went to sit down. A moment later, he walked in with a bowl in each hand, one of which he handed to you. You looked down at the bowl and smiled. “It’s chicken soup.”

“Yeah.”

“I knew there was a reason that I kept you around.” You grinned and blew steam away from a spoonful of soup before slurping it up. Damn, Jason could cook. “When did you learn how to make this?”

“Alfred taught me when I lived at the Manor. Dick and Bruce came down with the flu one time, and I learned how to cook soup to take care of them.” He shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

After finishing your soup, you and Jason settled into the couch to binge watch Y/F/S. Jason cuddled up to you and made sure that you were tucked under the blanket, taking your temperature every hour. Halfway through the fifth episode, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Hours later, you woke up feeling refreshed– if not amazing. You looked around to see Jason missing from his spot next to you on the couch. You stood up and walked around the apartment, stopping at the bathroom door. There, lying with his head pressed to the floor, was Jason.

“I thought that you never get sick?” You knelt down to feel his forehead, finding that he had a fever.

“That’s what I thought.” He mumbled against the cool tile. Poor thing. If he felt anything like you had a day ago, you felt sorry for him.

“I’ll call in sick today.” You smoothed back his hair. “In the meantime, you get settled, either on the couch or in our bed, and I’ll bring you some water.”

He moved into the bedroom while you brought him a glass of water. He started to try and feel up your forehead, but you cut him off.

“Jason, I’m fine. It’s probably 24 hour bug. Right now is… 8 AM, so we have a while.” You moved to the other side of the mattress and climbed in next to him, laying his head down on your lap. Jason intertwined your fingers with his.

“I love you, Y/F/N.” He stared up into your eyes and kissed your hand.

“I love you too, Jason. In sickness and in health.”

-throws a random JayTim hc at you-

So we all know Jay is a secret cuddle bug right? Okay so just picture this:

Tim always wakes up before Jason, because the poor little nerd is an insomniac. He looks over at Jason and finds him dead asleep, mouth open, snoring, the works.

He doesn’t want to disturb Jay so he tries to get out of bed as quietly as possible, moving like a snail so that even the mattress doesn’t shift.

But it never fails that the moment his feet touch the floor Jason’s subconscious picks up on the fact that Tim is trying to leave him. He immediately starts making these distressed grumbles in his sleep. His long arms catch Tim before he can get away and tug him back against his side. Jason then wraps every single one of his limbs around Tim, like a huge warm octopus.

Tim sighs, relaxing back against Jason and accepting the fact that he’s probably going to be at least half an hour late to work today. But he doesn’t have the heart to reject Jason’s snuggles.

He does however, learn to start putting his tablet on his bedside table, so he can get some work done while he waits for Jay to wake up.