do you enjoy this

person A: you’ve been naughty
person B: *perks up*
person B: *whispers seductively* oh, and what are you gonna do ‘bout it?
person A: uhm, you’re grounded?
person B: oooh, so i’m grounded. what else?
person A: yes, and you have to do all the cleaning too. enjoy
person B: well, that didn’t go as expected

Secret Admirer

Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c

Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D

Originally posted by caps-bucky

If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you. 

Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.  

“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.

The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.

The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.

Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.

He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-

“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.

“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.

You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.

Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.

You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, you chin resting on his torso.

His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.

It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.

You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.

“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.

The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.

You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.

You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.

“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.

A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.

Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling tour around before capturing your lips with his.

You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.

“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! Another box came.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.

“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.

You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw.” He yelled out, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.

You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.

It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.

Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far..

“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.

You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.

Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.

Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.

“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay. I just need to make sure you don’t make a scene.” You said with a small smile.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.

You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.

You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.

Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.

You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.

Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N?” Bucky yelled out.

Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.

Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.

Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.

You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.

Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.

After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.

Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.

“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.

Note: yikes, I hope this doesn’t suck! .c

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  • Steve: You’ve been naughty.
  • Tony: [perks up]
  • Tony: [whispers seductively] Oh, and what are you gonna do ‘bout it?
  • Steve: Uhm, you’re grounded?
  • Tony: Oooh, so I’m grounded. What else?
  • Steve: Yes, and you have to do all the cleaning too. Enjoy.
  • Tony: Well, that didn’t go as expected...
Chapter 1 [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: The stranger from the diner is more familiar with your family than you realized.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of drinking?

Authors notes:  Sab - Guys. Dreams are coming true (specifically, mine). This is the first chapter and we are so excited to share with you guys! Mostly because pre-ITH Lin is my spirit animal.

Ren - You guys have no idea how excited we are for you to finally dive in with us into this story! Sab and I have a ~thing~ for pre-ITH Lin and the way this story flows when we write kinda speaks for itself. We really hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do!

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“Mom, slow down- What do you need me to do?” You thanked the universe for having a slow day at your job when your mom called. Those phone calls were never calm or short, but today she sounded especially nervous. “Ava? Is she okay?”

I got a call from school, hon, they asked to pick her up earlier, something about a stomach or a headache, I don’t remember.” You rolled your eyes at your mom’s neglect and how it never changed, even after having three daughters. “Since your job is closer to Hunter and I’m on the other side of the city I was wondering if-

“If I can pick her up? Sure, I’ll have to talk to my boss but we’re having a slow day anyway.” You took a deep breath after listening to your mother giving you instructions on how to find your way inside Hunter like you have never been there, hanging up on her after a quick goodbye.

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i can’t understate my excitement over the idea of getting more Free! this year! Tachibana Makoto is one of those earnest, thoughtful, good-boy types that just melt my heart like butter! *SWOON*

despite not doing anything new with composition, like i had been hoping to do this week, i did spend a long time on this and tried some new things with adjusted line weights and more subtle color gradients. hope you all enjoy it!

(maybe i’ll do the other boys too some time! (O  wO) <3)

anonymous asked:

drink green tea, drink lots of water, exercice daily (cardio is the best but do what you enjoy the most), choose fish over meat and try to avoid beef or pork, eat your veggies, try to avoid bread, potatoes, pasta or rice at dinner, never skip breakfast, try to eat five small meals a day instead of three big ones, sweet potatoe fries are a heathier and delicious substitute for regular potatoe fries, learn how to make tasty healthy snaks and healtier versions of your fav foods. hope it helps xx -O

Thank you so much!!! ☺️

anonymous asked:

do you have any art advice for a beginner anon?

Well, I’ve been asked this a couple times, but everytime I can just answer the same thing.
Just draw a lot and draw things you like, try to enjoy what you are doing.
It won’t fix things magically, and learning to draw takes time, but by having fun you’ll want to draw more, and little by little you’ll improve!


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So… Can I have a small piece of your attention to be real for a moment? It would be greatly appreciated.

There are exactly four people in the portal fandom right now that I look up to and consider good friends and they are all hurting for various reasons. I won’t name them, because I do not know whether they would want to be named or not, but I will say this.

I love you.

We love you.

You have so many people here that support you and enjoy your work and everything you do. You are all special and you are all beautiful and I am sorry that you are having a rough time.

If you are reading this, even if you aren’t who I have in mind, you still matter. We all have our struggles and we all have pain. There’s things that will tear you down, but if you need to talk I will be here. If you are hurting I will talk with you. It doesn’t have to be about what is hurting you, we can just walk.

I really love being in this fandom, I will do what I can to see to it that you guys love being here too!

Professional programmer for 10 years, undergrad in engineering, master’s in software engineering. This is some long-winded advice I give to people considering careers in programming. If you really want to do it for the right reasons, great! But you should also be aware of the pitfalls of the industry. It has a sheen of glamor right now because of “technology,” but it’s certainly has its drawbacks…

Think about why you want to do it. Do you really really enjoy it? Do you get a thrill when you make the little pixels on your monitor show in the correct pattern that your boss told you to make them show up in? Does the idea of spending most of the rest of your waking life sitting on your ass staring at a screen appeal to you? This is a career that many many people get into, but very few actually become good at, and far fewer do it for their entire careers – they burn out, they realize how much it sucks, and they get discouraged, and/or the salary ceiling is just too low once they start having a family or living in more expensive areas.

Imagine if you were looking for a plumber to connect a toilet to the water line in your house (fun fact: plumbers make about the same amount of money per year as programmers, and residential plumbers make far more, on average), but you’re having a hard time finding someone. One plumber says “oh, sorry, I only plumb sinks” another says “I only unclog drains” and you finally find some toilet-connecting plumbers, but they all do a terrible job, and the toilet randomly springs leaks, and often refuses to flush for no reason.

In programming, this would be totally normal. You finally find a programmer that has the exact skillset you need (because they only do front end, or they only do DBs, or they only do APIs, or whatever), and if you just pick a self-declared one at random, they are probably going to do a shitty job, because they heard programming was easy to get into and you could make a lot of money, and they just don’t give a fuck. They don’t really enjoy it, but they look at all this computer stuff around them, and the big push for programmers in the US, and they think “well, this seems like the right direction to go in”

People go into plumbing after years of vocational training, apprenticeships, and going through a licensing process. They decide they’re going to be plumbers and then they work the steps and do it. Most programmers go into programming after studying JavaScript for a weekend and applying for jobs. They take on new challenges thinking they’ll Google it as they go, and build shitty code because they copy/pasted from Stack Overflow to make it fit their situation, and don’t know how to put together a robust and flexible architecture to save their life.

Take the job seriously and it will serve you well – you have a solid foundation you can build on, you understand everything about computers and networks, there’s rarely a task that’s outside your area of expertise, and you can become respected in your field, comfortably support a family, and never worry about job security. Don’t take it seriously and you’re giving programmers a bad name, you’re giving your employer long-term code debt, and, while you may make more money than you do right now in the short term, you’re not going to get past a relatively low salary cap, and you’ll be at the mercy of bad work conditions/long hours because you can’t say “fuck you” and get a better job, because your resume’s already shot with job hopping and contract work, and you’ll be less appealing after 35 or so to the clueless hiring managers who hire clueless programmers because they look young and hip.

So be a programmer or don’t be one – neither decision is nobler or more admirable than the other. If you want to be a programmer, dedicate yourself to it. Study C, Python, Java, the evolution of JavaScript, HTML, and CSS. Read the WC3 standards and the RFCs. Study design patterns, UML, and start viewing the world as one giant set of relational tables and interacting classes. Know when something’s been done before and when you’ll have to design your own way of handling it. Learn to spot sneaky NP problems from a mile away, be able to look at a front end design and visualize the APIs and the data – immediately understand what should be calculated front end and back end, and why. Know when to use a CMS, which one to use, and when a site should be created from scratch.

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An Excerpt:

The City of Dis was laid out before us, the dismal landscape leading to a horizon dominated by the Iron Tower. Those creatures we saw walking around were behaving in a, frankly, disgusting manner - whipping their slaves and growling in guttural Infernal. The walls of the buildings beside us emanated heat, catching the Little Elf Girl’s Vex’s hair on fire, and the ground radiated heat as well, as if it might burn through the soles of our boots. For those of lesser intelligence, the sight could be distressing, but I, strong of heart and mind, was not afeared.

While I was getting my lay of the land, my compatriots suggested we should change our forms into that of Tieflings - a race more native to the Hells than our own forms. Lady Keyleth of the Air Ashari, Voice of the Tempest, Leader of her People, her Majesty, used an Alter Self spell to change her form into a red Tiefling with gray hair. 

Realizing I, too, had this ability, I immediately transformed into her male counterpart. While they seemed not quite impressed, a few of the other members of Vox Machina - Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex, and Vux Vax also wished for the ability. I bestowed upon them the ability to change their forms, and they transformed into horned mortal forms, much to my delight.

(I must say, they were no less attractive in their Tiefling forms…)


The second part of my Craftversations with Jon Cozart is here! We talk live-action Disney, staying motivated to do your art, and more! Hope you enjoy, and let me know who you’d like to see next on the show!

anonymous asked:

I really enjoy reading your tweets about BTS. They just make me squeal so much, especially when you point out all the tiny details that I failed to catch. I also habour this intense want to fangirl with you but I'm too scared to approach you.

i don’t even pay this much attention to detail in my reports LMFAO thankyou nonny always happy to fangirl together!!!! feel free to tweet me anytime or hmu on kakaotalk there’s really no need to be shy!

New Beginnings (Sam x Reader)

A/N: Heyyyy!! Wow, three in a day haha. Okay, I have to say that I love Sam, I really do, but I’m slightly more a Dean girl haha and writing the last part kinda killed me but if it’s what you readers want, I’m happy to comply😉 Anyways, enjoy!!!

Request: Can you do an imagine where dean ran out on you the day of your wedding and sam comforts you and after years you two date fall in love etc and when he proposes you question if he’s gonna run out of you and he promises never to? Thanks!

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as Charlie helped you to fix your hair. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Charlie,” you said as you turned to look at her. “I’m so nervous, I never thought this day would ever come.”

Charlie smiled as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Even a hunter deserves some happiness, even Dean deserves this. I can’t believe the two of you are getting married, I’m so happy for both of you.”

Laughing, you hugged her, sharing her excitement. “I can’t wait.”

You and Dean had been dating for about four years when he popped the question. He was unsure but sincere when he said he wanted to spend his whole life with you. You felt the same, you loved him.

In about twenty minutes, the two of you would officially be husband and wife, you couldn’t wait.

You saw a figure passing the door, making you frown before turning to Charlie. “Hey, I’m gonna go somewhere for a while.”

“Where are you going? Your wedding is starting soon,” Charlie said, looking at you quizzically and you just smiled.

“I’ll be back soon, promise,” you replied as you headed out, looking left and right as you saw the figure heading to the carpark. You immediately realized who it was as you followed behind.


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blj2007  asked:

Coincidence that you surprise drop Ch. 18 in the same 24 hrs as Matt surprise drops Instagram live videos?! Ok, Sam, I'm starting to wonder if you ARE Matt Daddario.

i do cook a mean steak 😂

hope you enjoyed the chapter! i’m not posting any asks about ch 18 until later today, but it’s definitely time for another round of promo love. so i’ll be back on later to do that!! ♡ xx