HAPPY VALENTINES DAY KIDS HERE HAVE A CHEESY FIC I LOVE Y’ALL
Tony stepped into his workshop and froze. There were dozens of flower arrangements scattered around the place. Even Dum-E had a single red rose clasped in his claw.
“JARVIS… what the fuck?” Tony asked.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, sir,” his AI responded.
Tony thought he heard a touch of humor in his response.
“Is it?” Tony asked.
He walked over to the nearest arrangement and gently touched a petal. The flowers were very nice.
“Who did this?” he asked.
“I believe there is a card on the one on your main workbench, sir,”
Tony crossed the room and found that there was indeed a card nestled into the flowers. He plucked it out and opened it up.
Be mine because you’re fine.
Tony sat down and let out a long suffering sigh. A smile that he would deny until the end of his days crept along his face. Cheesy pickup lines were the best pickup lines.
“J, who did this?” he asked.
“I have been sworn to secrecy,” JARVIS replied.
“What? My own AI conspiring against me? The betrayal,”
Tony slumped back dramatically, his arm falling over his eyes. One of the bots beeped curiously.
“I believe, sir, that there are a few more cards,” JARVIS said, not sounding at all like he cared about betraying Tony.
“There’s a shit ton of college campuses just waiting for you J,”
“So you’ve said,”
Tony swatted his hand in the general direction of JARVIS’s nearest speaker and started to hunt around his workshop for the rest of the cards.
In total there were seven more cards. Each of them had a ridiculous pick up line. Tony was torn between laughing at the ridiculousness of them, and groaning at how god awful they were.
Roses are #ff0000, violets are #0000ff. All my base are belong to you.
You know what’s on the Valentine’s Day menu? Me-n-u
Did you put snickers in your valentines? Because you satisfy me
Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt for Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine’s Dayyyyyyyum
You’re so sweet you’d put Hershey’s out of business
I’d melt in your mouth, not your hand
Tony wondered who could possibly have it out for him this bad to send him such wonderful/terrible pickup lines.
“I’m getting some coffee,”
Tony pushed away from the small stack of cards and headed up to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. There weren’t too many people in the Tower who would take the time to write out such thoughtful words.
Tony took a sip of his coffee and sighed contently.
“So Tony,” Bucky started casually as he walked into the kitchen.
“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”
Tony almost spat his coffee out at the line.
“We’ve met already Bucky, it doesn’t work like - wait a shit…”
There was shit eating grin on Bucky’s face.
“How many more of these am I going to have to suffer through James?” Tony asked trying, and failing, to sound upset.
Bucky laughed and walked over to Tony, he stopped just short of the engineer.
A- age: 22 B- birthplace: toronto (scarborough to be specific) C- current time: 6:37am (est) D- drink you had last: water E- easiest person to talk to: my bird F- favorite song: uhhhhhh probably the theme from howl’s moving castle by joe hisaishi G- grossest memory: when i was little i threw up on the ticats mascot and at the time i was MORTIFIED but now it’s pretty funny H- horror yes or no: yea, gotta show my future ghost gf im down I- in love: with tracy @tessabonhommes (who i get to see i later today!!) J- jealous of people: only of those who are dead K- killed someone? whoever made this musta really blanked out on ‘k’ words L- love at first sight or should I walk past again: i dont know romantic feelings as of yet so this whole question is a pass M- middle name: nadja N- number of siblings: one older brother and one younger bird O- one wish: [ray j voice] if i had one wish it’d be honestly to not have arthritis anymore, no more joint pain! P- person I called last: my mom (the only person i call) Q- question you’re always asked: how’s your foot? because lower body injuries are all im known for R- reason to smile: tfc being first in the league :) T- time you woke up: 3:30 in the AM because i had an mri to do U- underwear color: white V- vacation: trinidad, i just visited but im ready to go back! W- worst habit: i procrastinate to the point where i just straight up don’t do shit X- X Rays: whew.. more than one person should ever have in a life time. i cannot give you a number, but to put it into context, the last x-ray i had was two weeks ago Y- your favorite food: my dad’s curry anything tbh Z- zodiac sign: im a fish man
A/N: This little piece is for @sdavid09TaleTeller’s Winter Writing Day’s. I promise, I didn’t kill anyone off in this one. This fic is all fluff. I wrote this one a little differently. It’s basically the reader talking to her BFF and explaining how her and Sam met. Oh, and for all you Sam girls out there, this is my first Sam x Reader! (I totally feel like I have betrayed my Dean!) Anyways, hope I did it ok. Leave me some feedback if you want.
PAIRING: Sam x Reader
PROMPTS: Mistaken Identity AU, ‘Whatever You Do’ by Ivy Quainoo
okay but i had a Thought... consider neville x rolf. they both love nature and get excited about plants/animals together!! luna introduces them to each other at her and ginny's wedding and its love at first sight... #reville must rise
rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better
i was tagged by @thelushfiles thank u!! 💕💛
A - Age: 15, 16 this coming thursday (? i think)
B - Birthplace: lafayette
C - Current time: 7:22pm
D - Drink You Last Had: water
E - Easiest Person To Talk To: @tinycranberry
F - Favourite Song: i get to love you by ruelle or you by keaton henson
G - Grossest Memory: uhhhhhh next q??
H - Horror Yes or Horror No: depends on the horror but in general yes
I - In Love: nope
J - Jealous of People: generally yea
K - Killed Someone: no
L - Love At First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: love at first sight
M - Middle Name: trace
N - Number of Siblings: 2 brothers
O - One Wish: to never lucid dream ever
P - Person You Called Last: my dad
Q - Question You Are Always Asked: “what’s it abt” or “what’s she talking abt”
R - Reason to Smile: good ppl and friends
S - Song You Sang Last: something from khalid’s album or something from be more chill. mayb paramore.
T - Time You Woke Up: 7am
U - Underwear Colour: maroon??
V - Vacation Destination: indonesia
W - Worst Habit: talking too much
X - X-rays : ankles, wrist
Y - Your Favourite Food: indian food is p good
Z - Zodiac Sign: gemini
This is my submission for ChelsandFrenchy hit 100 challenge. This is actually my first time posting on Tumbler. I appreciate any feedback anyone cares to leave. Hope everyone enjoys this read!
Warnings: menge a trios
Characters: Dean, Sam, and Reader
Lawrence, KS is a small town. It’s a town where everyone knows everyone else, and their business.. We know who skipped church, who’s battling a sickness, who’s doing who, and even who has been saved by the Winchester’s. Obviously, John and Mary Winchester always tried to keep the secrets hidden about the monsters of our world just like all the other hunters out there. In small town life though, there are no secrets.
A- age: like 19 maybe you don’t need to know B- birthplace: st.louis Missouri when it wasn’t ghetto C- current time: 3:45 am D- drink you last drank: water because I’m healthy E- easiest person to talk to: my friend @morganic127 F- favorite song: L'Chaim from fiddler on the roof G- grossest memory: eating matzah that I bought from the store and finding out it had ants in it because it was so old H- horror yes or no?: yes I- in love?: yes J- jealous of people?: fuck yea K- killed someone?: maybe L- love at first sight or should I walk past again?: it depends on how you’re feeling at the moment idk M- middle name: grace N- number of siblings: 3 all younger than me O- one wish?: to be at an acceptable age to fuck Daniel Avidan P- person you last called?: myself so I could find my phone Q- question you’re always asked: wow are you Chinese (no bitch I’m fucking not I’m Jewish Italian leave me the fuck alone) R- reason to smile: being Jewish and being Jewish S- song you last sang: L'Chaim T- time you woke up: 2 pm 2 days ago U- underwear color: black and baby blue don’t ask V- vacation: London forever W- worst habit: breathing (tbh it’s actually writers block) X- x-rays: nah but I broke a rib once and I didn’t go to the doctor so I think it mended idk I feel normal Y- your favourite food: not pig or shellfish probably matzah or spaghetti idk Z- zodiac sign: Aries
So I have been following you for several months know and even though I'm not a part of any of your listed fandoms, I thoroughly enjoy reading through your posts. I was wondering how you met your husband. I heard "online" but I'm just curious as to what the whole story is. Thank you for being hilarious! :D
Thank you for laughing at my inane rambling :D
And yes, husband and I did meet online, over a decade ago in fact. Brace yourselves, this is likely not as romantic as you’re thinking.
We were both part of a sci-fi fantasy writing forum called Elfwood (Lord of the Rings was everyone’s jam, elves were in vogue) and I was using it to post creative fictional works, as well as rambling on about paganism and all sorts of other stuff. Mostly elves, probably. And courtship theories about dwarfs. Anyway.
Husband was one of my first readers, used to leave comments on things I wrote, and soon we started private messaging and became friends. I was in bad emotional place at the time. Things were a disaster at home, two of my best friends had died within six months of each other, and I was dating an abusive asshole who was also on the website. He liked to “check up on me”, you see, and as I later found out, would delete messages from certain people and call my writing pointless and useless. (I dunno if @ahzuri remembers him or not, but she’s also been with me since forever and was one of my lifelines at the time and I’m forever thankful for that <3)
So while I was dating Asshole, future-husband-to-be sort of filled in the void where emotional stability and support ought to be. Something which I was also doing for him too, because as it would turn out his own life was a bit of a mess and we just needed someone to be kind.
It was nice to wake up to messages every day that said “hope you have a great day!” It was nice to go to fall sleep watching the text bubble icon on Windows Messenger (yes, yes, I’m old) still fading over the screen, waking up at 3am to go to the bathroom and seeing the words “oh u fell asleep lol, good night xxx” waiting for you. It made me feel…like not wanting to hurt myself. Which was where I was in my world at the time. I was really, very deeply unhappy, and he saw that and did his best to help. He still does, every day. So never underestimate the simplicity of kindness of strangers, ever. Without it I might not be here typing this.
I still remember the first time we had a webcam chat and I felt my stomach drop away in the realization of “oh no he’s hot”, and tried valiantly to stop staring at his hands or the crook of his smile. And the man talks a lot with his hands and smiles a lot, so it wasn’t easy. I was still very much firmly in denial that I had feelings for him because nope nope nope, that just wouldn’t do. Besides, I was still dating Asshole and as much as I was desperately unhappy, I was just as equally desperate for his approval and affection and thought maybe if I just tried harder, I might deserve it.
Except things just kept getting worse and I latched onto the one positive thing I had which was the funny American sending me vaguely flirty but mostly benign friendly messages from over 4000 miles away, and who was always telling me I was smart and funny and he loved what I had written that day and how he always looked forward to talking to me. And then there was my actual boyfriend— who in hindsight, I am pretty certain was a bonafide sociopath— who got off on hurting me and made me feel like I deserved it. And he hated that I was talking to husband-to-be, hated. It actually resulted in an argument where he told me I was lucky he could bring himself to have sex with me because I was so fat and ugly and no other man could ever want me because how could they, I mean just look at me who would ever want that…and that’s when something white hot snapped inside me and I thought “fuck it, I have nothing to lose, I bet John would appreciate a picture of my tits.”
…Anyway, that went on for a while and I eventually found the emotional strength to break up with Dickbag and moved on with my life. I started going to college, made new friends…and still lived for those little moments when the $1 text message would show up every morning that would say “Good morning gorgeous :)” and still tried to convince myself I had no feelings for him beyond enjoying his attention and our meaningful conversations about love, life and the universe as a whole. We even talked to each other about other partners we had, we were just…the constant in each others variables.
And then my family decided they were going to go on vacation in the USA and we thought, hey great, lets meet up. He needed a date for a wedding, and I needed to not spend three weeks in Florida with my family, lets meet up.
So I’m getting off the airplane and I want to vomit. Like for real, I almost throw up I am so nervous which is ridiculous because I am meeting my friend. Sure I was only 19 years old and had just flown on my own for the very first time to meet someone who I’d never actually met before, but I had nothing to be nervous about. He was just a friend, who I had been talking to for years. And also sending the occasional picture to…but that was besides the point. And then I entered through the doors at baggage claim, and there’s a lull in foot traffic and of course he has his back to me and I get this overwhelming sense of calm wash over me. But he also has is back to me so I decide to sneak up behind him and surprise him because that’s the kind of person I am, except that didn’t work because he turned and somehow I’m off the ground and we’re hugging and smiling and it takes over a full minute or more before either one of us says anything and when we do it’s this giddy breathless hi/hello…you look, haha, no you go first, no YOU…how was your flight/drive, here let me get your bag/noit’s okay I, well if you insist…
I’d like to say it was love at first sight but I’m not that much of a romantic. I mean it was something at first sight because on the drive back to his parents house we didn’t say anything, we just stared at each other, lust-struck and holding hands, which was bad because he was meant to be watching the road and driving, not watching me. But we survived, made it into his parents house, put my suitcase into the guest room, managed about…two minutes of polite conversation in the kitchen? And uhm *cough* yea, did I mention his hands yet?
It was one of the best weeks of my life and I finally knew we had something special. And not just because the final Harry Potter book came out that week and he let me read his copy before he did, but I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a big part of it.
A year and a bit later we were married in Scotland with our friends and family around us, and a sizeable chunk of Internet friends who had been following our blatant denial for years, cheering us on from the sidelines.
We had another year of living apart due to immigration, but then I finally moved to the US, we bought a house, I got my green card, we’re talking about getting a puppy, we’re super crazy in love with each other, and he’s still my biggest fan.
Even if he doesn’t understand hurt/comfort fic (ironic if you ask me) and rolls his eyes at my puns. But then I suppose no one is perfect.