Summary:Jared Kleinman has a secret marble collection that he never tells anyone about. When he and his significant other, (Y/N), are sharing secrets, they didn’t expect his biggest one to be an old cardboard box.
Author’s Note:My first fic! Yay! Let’s hope it doesn’t suck
Tag List:@robot-anon (Let me know if you want to be added!)
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You were sitting on a couch with your boyfriend, Jared. He had invited you over to hang out and watch a movie. About halfway through the movie, your attention started to wander. You picked up Jared’s hand and started playing with his fingers while he continued watching whatever it was he put on.
When he noticed you were zoning out, he paused the movie and turned to you. “Are you okay?” he asked.
You nodded. “Just thinking.”
He turned his body to face you. “About what?”
“You ever worry about just being… mediocre your whole life? About just being forgotten a few decades after you die?”
“Not really. I actually kind of like being just average. There’s no high standards to meet, no worrying about the way society views you.”
“I… I don’t want to be mediocre,” you confided in your boyfriend. “I want to be remembered for centuries to come. Oblivion terrifies me.” You looked over at Jared. “So, I poured my soul out to you. You gonna tell me any deep dark secrets hiding in the depths of your mind?”
Jared chuckled. “Oh, (Y/N), this is me we’re talking about. Of course I do. Wait here.”
He sprinted up the steps to his bedroom, leaving you confused as to what he meant. While you waited, you played a mindless game on your phone that required nothing more than continuously tapping the screen.Jared soon came back down the stairs, a shoebox in hand.
“What’s that?” you asked.
Jared set it in your lap. “Open it.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion as you pulled the cardboard lid off. Laying inside the box were hundreds marbles and bouncy balls of every shape and size. Some were white with colored stripes running through the center, some were a transparent color and glittery, some were just solid colors.
“Jare, sweetie, what are these?” you asked, picking up a rainbow ball.
“Well, we were talking about secrets. This is mine. I collect marbles.”
You closed your eyes and stifled a laugh. “Jared, how does this compare with what I told you? ‘Cause I told you something super personal and private that I’ve never told anyone. You showed me a box of marbles.”
“This is something super personal and private,” he defended. “I’ve never told anyone else about this, not even my parents know. It’s… kind of embarrassing, actually.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
You smiled and planted a short, sweet kiss on his lips. “It’s adorable. Like you.”
robert baratheon was the mvp in high school and the big man on campus in college, and he never really moved past that. it has yet to dawn on him that he’s middle-aged, single, and technically the drinking habits of a college sophomore sort of just look like alcoholism when you’re in your forties. he’s never settled down, though he’s dated just about every legal female willing to look his way twice, and has at least two sons he’s aware of. at one time there was speculation he was the father of lyanna snow’s son as well, but if it’s true she’s not willing to admit it.
robert owns a bar in oasis springs, where he also spends the vast majority of his time.
headcanon time! so @deohsogay and i were talking and as we all know, vasquez is a giant fucking lesbian and has been out and proud since she was in high school probably and long story short, her gaydar is off the charts
so OBVIOUSLY she has alex figured out from the moment she steps into the deo. and at first she’s not sure if alex is just lowkey and private but then she realises wow alex does not know that she is in fact a giant lesbian
and this amuses vasquez to no end because alex is the gayest gay to ever gay in the history of gay, and she has absolutely no idea. and after a while it gets to vasquez and she cant hold it in anymore so their conversations go a little like this
‘vasquez i got a new motorbike!’ ‘gay’ ‘huh?’ ‘i said yay! how exciting!’
‘vasquez i went to the movies last night and saw this one with kristen stewart in it she’s so cool i really like her’ ‘lesbian’ ‘what was that?’ ‘thespian! you love actors!’
and when maggie shows up on the scene, you bet your ass vasquez hears all about the stupid, short, dimpled cop with shiny eyes who annoys the shit out of alex and vasquez is like oh my god she has a crush is this what it feels like to be proud of your children and she watches closely at the way alex smiles when maggie is around and she sees the way maggie looks at alex and she’s like ‘i give them three months and theyll be engaged’
‘it’s okay, vasquez i dont need back up, maggie’s coming with me’ ‘you are so gay’ ‘excuse me?’ ‘you sure youre okay?’
ANYWAY so after this back and forth for years, FINALLY alex approaches vasquez one day and is like ‘hey susan did you know that maggie and i are dating and also i am gay’
and vasquez goes OH THANK GOD! and she pulls out this huge fucking scrapbook and it’s called DEOh So Gay: The Gaygent Danvers Story by susan vasquez and it’s literally a scrapbook made up of sneaky photos she took of alex’s gayest outfits and also written down documentation of every time alex said or did something gay and alex is blushing and also laughing because she’s so happy she’s come so far and vasquez is a good friend and also maggie loves it and it sits on their coffee table for the rest of their lives
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queenofthyme!!!! I AM NOT LATE IT IS NOT YET MIDNIGHT WHERE I AM BUT ALMOST AAAH OMG
LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do.
But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!
Summary:Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)
Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness
I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3
So, I just thought of my own humans-are-the-weird-ones thing. What if humans were the only race to develop clothing and other things that are used simply to change our appearance. The other races don’t use clothing for protection from their home environments, and use vehicles for exploring non-native environments. Armor exists, but in a non-ornamental way, and generally doesn’t do much to change appearance, or is at least non-individualized. Makeup and nail polish are unknown, though tattoos and piercings are known to be used by some cultures for ranking and identification purposes and are not used ornamentally by any race other than humans. Hairstyles are not unknown, but are all generally for practical (keep it out of the way! I need insulation! I need shade!) reasons.
At first, aliens just think that there are a lot more humans than there really are, that humans that look alike with small differences are just family members, and that humans just naturally tend to be known solely by their family name. (Like, Alien “Ralph” meets Human “Bella Tailor” one day, sees her the next day in a different outfit, and thinks that he/she is meeting a relative of the human he/she met earlier, and that their family name is “BellaTailor.”)
Humans, at first, just thought that aliens were terrible at matching faces and names… and that they were apparently all nudists, but hey, who cares? Different cultures and races and all that, you know.
“Hello, BellaTailor. My name is Ralph. I believe I met your relative the other day. How is she doing?”
“I do not have a sister, Ralph. You must be mistaken.”
“That cannot be! She looks just like you, only more… pink, I believe is the correct color-word… and has your name! You must be relatives! It would be too much of a coincidence for you to not be related!”
“Where… exactly… did you meet my ‘sister’?”
“Oh! We were on the same shuttle together. I must admit I am surprised; I thought that there was only one human on the ship’s roster.”
“Ralph, I am the human you met there. Remember how we talked about how uncomfortable those one-race-fits-all shuttle seats are?”
“But… no… you are different colors and patterns! This is a terrible joke. I wouldn’t suggest trying it on anyone else.”
“Dude, all I did was change my clothes. It’s not like I’m a whole ‘nother person, despite what commercials and such would have you believe.”
“Right… nudist… um… let me just… show you?”
Bella precedes to take off her top (not like they’ll care, they’re nudist anyway, right? eep, here goes nothing, really hope this is okay). Ralph thinks she means that they’re a race that sheds their skin, though he’s put out and puzzled over how no one mentioned that fact to anyone. After all, shedded skins can really clutter up an area, especially at the rate she seems to shed, though it could explain a few things. Bella, frustrated, puts her top back on, takes Ralph to her quarters, and shows him her clothing (which was still mostly packed due to limited storage space). Ralph finally sort-of understands, but the idea is totally trippy and weird to him.
“What did you think I brought so much luggage for?”
“Well, I didn’t really want to pry, and your planet is… a bit… cluttered…”
*sigh* “Dude, I can’t… I just… urgh! WHY ME?!?!?!”
After many misunderstandings the aliens are brought to understand that humans can change their appearance in many ways, practically at-will.
Then the whole issue of “camouflage” comes up. By this point, humans have developed advanced camouflage that automatically mimics the wearer’s surroundings. The other races react in various ways. Some are rather neutral about this discovery. Others are afraid. But many desire to obtain the art and secrets of “camouflage” for themselves. The earth and humans are now at the center of a conflict that borders on war - Intergalactic war. Because we’re the only race to have actually thought of camouflage. Thankfully, the other races begin to catch on before full-blown war is unleashed, but it is a very close thing.
@howtotrainyournana@crossroadsdimension Look! I came up with one! :D YAY for tired-brain-creativity! WHOOO (don’t really feel tired now, but I should be, and I know I will be when I have to wake up in four hours. :/ why does the coffee only seem to work when you actually want/need to sleep?)
Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon
Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader
Word Count: 1312
A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo
So… what did Dean get up to in his “wild party night”?
My guess is: not much, if anything at all. Because the whole thing -
it was too perfect.
Sam obviously didn’t come with him, otherwise he wouldn’t look
in Dean’s bed for him. Dean never slept in his bed because it was
And then there’s Dean, sprawled out, with a tie on his head,
boot at his neck, a whip in hand, booze… all the things you’d
expect from the Dean Winchester who just had a good time. But his
clothes are perfect, with just one button undone and hell even his pose is perfect – if he had
really just passed out from too much alcohol, wouldn’t he
rather lay on his belly?
What’s even worse is that Dean’s right in front of Sam’s
bed. Mind you, the door was here: so why the fuck would Dean make ALL
the way to Sam’s bed instead of either passing out in front of his
bed or maybe making it at least on top of it?
Maybe Dean went into a strip club, we don’t know, and he
probably drank himself into a stupor, but there was a lot of
performing Dean in here, but a discount one: he didn’t want Sam to
see everything he was up to, so he crafted the perfect “just got
laid, drank a lot, my life is awesome” persona for the aftermath.
Dean looks much more like a bachelor who was forced to do all
these ridiculous things because “YAY AWESOME” and not because he
really wanted to do some sexy things with a stripper or whatever.
It’s not what he is (and never was, I don’t recall him ever being
so ridiculous about going to a strip club) and it’s supposed to
And then we see him coping with the other things he still can hold onto: bacon, booze (provided by Sam, which JFC SAM YOU DON’T DO THAT) and bullets, meaning the case for which he ends up dying for (and he would have, if Billie hadn’t send him back).
All these “coping mechanisms” result ultimately in his death. Because they’re bad. Of course there’s nothing ultimately wrong with bacon, booze, bullets, or going to a strip club, but here, they are framed as bad and off and ridiculous. Dean taking off his sunglasses like in CSI:Miami was ridiculous. And we’re supposed to see it.
he was too shy the entire time to make a move but he refused to go home without making one
he walked you home since it was late
“Thanks for walking me home, Yoosung. It means a lot.” You gave him the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lol
“O-Oh… It’s was nothing.” He blushed. “Maybe we can do this again… I-If you want to! You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course-I just thought-you know.. if you had a good time and st-stuff…I had a a great ti-
you kissed him lol
he was a blushing mess
But this did make it a lot easier for him. He became dominant real quick
He backed you up against your door, gripping your waist.
"You don’t know…how long I’ve been trying…to get my fucking hands on you this evening..” He muttered in between your mouths.
what vulgar language yoosung lawd
He asked you out of course
he’s a gentlemen
until the beast comes out *howl noises*
movies and then a walk in the park after dinner and such
• there was a stray cat
*speed walks with your hand in his*
“Zen slow down!” You say.
"Sorry. It’s just there was a cat.“
*huffs and puffs*
you both decide to sit on a bench together under the moonlight
"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He says, turning to you.
"Mhmm..“ you nod.
"Just like you..” His finger tilts your chin up to his. His mouth brushes against yours before going in for the full kiss
It got pretty heated
like tongue and all that
you were a little bold, started feeling up on his chest and such
“Don’t.. I’ll end up taking you home. I won’t be able to control myself..” He panted.
it’s okay daddy I don’t mind
this ones cute af
you guys have a movie night at her house
you brought drinks
it was great
til you both got drunk
you were way more wasted then she was
everyone’s a little gay when they’re drunk
"Jaehee you’re the best.. like the best of the best..“ you manage to say
"Thank you, but MC.. it seems you’ve over done it a little.” She chuckles.
she’s so cute
she thinks you’re cute
you give her the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) woyyy
You lean in a little closer and BAM
Surprisingly she gives in
She didn’t think you’d remember any of it
it got pretty heated, boob to boob stuff lol
"Mhmm.. MC, not there… wait did you just unhook my bra?“
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
he kisses you first of course
it was at dinner at his place
"Why go out to dinner when I have the best chefs to offer here, MC.”
it’s okay Daddy I go wherever you go
he feeds you food
Until you spill wine on your dress
“I’ll get you a new dress at once."
"No Jumin it’s okay-
You’re half naked and waiting for a new dress now in another room.
"How does it fit MC?” He says through the other side of the door.
“It feels good. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble though.” You said, opening the door.
"You look stunning, MC.“ He bites his lip.
You noticed and looked away, blushing.
• Before you know it you’re pinned against the wall.
• Daddy wait-
"I’ve been holding back all evening. I can’t anymore. You’re… you’re ust too breathtaking."
His hands glide towards your hips, feeling you up just a bit. His lips connect with yours, hot and warm.
You just got that new dress but sis you might be taking it off very soon oops-
hacker daddy hello
this one actually happened on accident
you both were buddies but of course you liked each other
you’d come over to his house to chill
yeah to CHILL
you’re pretty shy and so is he sometimes
you’d brought over takeout because you kept insisting he needed a break from working so much
he always insists that he doesn’t need it but since it’s you he gives in
"Fine, I’ll eat with you. But I really gotta get this done so afterwards you gotta leave."
"Don’t give me that look, MC.” He said, taking out his portion of the food.
"Fine, you can stay but don’t bother me.“ He gives in once again.
"Yay! I’ll got get some drinks.” You say, all giddy-like.
• you grabbed some DOCTA PEPPA
And made your way back to him
• *slips because you have socks on and you’re clumsy*
You’re laid up on top of him in between his legs
"oh shit" the Dr Pepper is on the floor
oh and y'all are literally one centimeter away from each other’s lips
I kid you not
“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-” You stutter and try to get away.
he can’t think right now either
you try and get off of him but slip on the floor again because of the Dr Pepper can
your lips connect
neither of you move at this point
until something ignites within him and he’s grabbing you by the shoulders now, flipping you over.
"I can’t resist you anymore.. please just let me have this.“
yes papi you can have me
This one is cute af
you guys are in the park because he wanted to take pictures since it was the spring
he’s taking pictures of the flowers and everything as it blooms before his eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hohoho
you’re just enjoying looking at the flowers
you were just happy to be with him although he wasn’t paying you any mind
or so you thought
cutie pie was taking pictures of you and the flowers
you didn’t even notice until a while later when called out to you
"MC, smile. You look gorgeous."
"You’re supposed to be taking pictures of the flowers and scenery.” You say, embarrassed.
"I can’t help it.“ He chuckled. "You’re beautiful, just like all these flowers in bloom when you smile like that."
you didn’t even realize how close he was until you finally looked up from the ground, a complete blushing mess.
"Don’t look at me like that.” You say. “It makes me nervous."
He tilts your chin upwards and gives you some good ass lip girl
good kisser if I must add
he’s all slow like and you’re lost in heaven
he’s so smooth you don’t even realize there’s some tongue in there
"Sorry if I’m being forward. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
no no it’s okay I love you
really want the v route now man
extra cute because it happened unexpectedly
for you anyways
y'all went to the movies
he didn’t care he let you pick
you were feeling bold so you picked out a scary movie
you got scared
snuggled into his arm, boobs and all
he felt them titties girl
he didn’t care enough to tell you to get off him though
after the movie you decided to hold hands while you went to get some ice cream
ice cream clerk was young and handsome
Saeran: *death glares here and there* the ice cream man didn’t pay him any mind
“What can I get a lovely lady such as yourself? Strawberry? Vanilla?"
"Vanilla, with sprinkles.” You grinned. Not even noticing that he was flirting with you.
• He handed you the cone. “Here you go, gorgeous."
Saeran takes the cone for you and smashes his lips to yours.