What Had He Done

Summary: You catch Bucky red-handed

Words: 386

Warnings: Angst

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“Bucky, I’m home!” you called, dropping your bag onto the table and wiping off our shoes. Weirdly, there came no reply. “Bucky?” you called again, popping your head round the door to see an empty, crumpled up sofa and a half eaten chinese on the table. You flicked on your heels to glare at the coat hook, where an extra beige coat was hung neatly next to Bucky’s. Conveniently, there also lay an immaculate pair of crimson velvet shoes.

Fuming, you could now hear the roaring thud of your heartbeat in your ears. You bounced through the living room, glaring at all the food which had been dropped and left.  The smallest crack in the bedroom door confirmed your thoughts. And god did it hurt.

The lamp next to your side of the bed was on, illuminating the corner of the room. It’s a joke, you thought. It had to be.

You closed in on the door, your hand barely daring to touch the handle. You felt contaminated. Reluctantly, you pushed open the door.

There he was. His lips colliding and dancing with the other girl. The air in lungs seemed to escape you, leaving you breathless in absolute shock. “Oh my god y/n…. I’m…” stuttered Bucky, wiping his mouth and readjusting his tee.

“I… I trusted you…” you cried, backing away to the door.

“I know… I… It wasn’t meant to end like this.” He stammered. “I always have and always will love y-“

“- Save it, Bucky. Quite clearly you can’t keep your hands to yourself. Have a nice life,” you raged, marching out and grabbing your bag and coat.

“Doll. Y/N… wait!” Bucky called. Grabbing the door as you attempted to leave. “Please, I swear on my life. I didn’t want her to kiss me. She came onto me and I couldn’t get her off me and…”

“Why in hell was she here in the first place then! Tell me that Bucky!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. A hard lump formed in the back of your throat. What had Bucky done?

He said nothing but glare into your eyes. You loved him so much. You willed him to give you a reason to forgive him. He said nothing. You loved him. She loved him. He loved you. And he kissed her.

anonymous asked:

Seriously would anyone care if they all just sighed and bored each other to death in that awful big house? More Robron and a nice man for Ronnie! NOW! They've listened when we've demanded as a fandom before - we can do it again! Start the petition!

No one would find them for weeks, they’re in the media room, half eaten by Alsatians. But yeah, we need a happy ending for Ronnie ❤️ a good man and a happy ending for Moira, plenty of HAPPINESS for Robron, a nice man for Chas as well I think she’s earned some good times in her life. But most importantly-


Wow that sentence came out all kinds of wrong I am so sorry. I meant the family. THE FAMILY.

keelime-pies  asked:

⭐️⭐️⭐️ (Tag back~♥)

⭐️  - Whilst Kee at first glance doesn’t seem the type to be into kids, she takes an awful amount of care in watching what Ferai eats. “Too much salt in that” or “You’ve eaten half a cake already”. She shows she cares by doing little things, rather than big ones.

⭐️  - Kee once let Ferai try and braid her hair. Three hours later and sitting in the aesthetician’s room with several brushes and combs, stiffening product, two tissues and what Ferai is too embarrassed to say is part of the pastry she was eating all snarled into Kee’s hair, they both silently agree to not try that again. The despairing aesthetician agrees.

⭐️ - Ferai’s inspiration for those boots she wore to bed with Seda actually came from Kee. Just with less pointy bits - she’s not THAT adventurous yet. Kee took her to some ‘shops’ that Ferai didn’t even knew existed. She blushed the whole time.

Today, I fucked up... by eating my roommate’s donuts

So my roommate and I were playing video games together, and I decided I wanted something to snack on. I got up and looked through all our cupboards, and found a half-eaten bag of mini powdered donuts. After bringing them over to the table we were playing on, my roommate said something like “Oh hey, I forgot about those.”

Apparently he had bought them a few months ago and never finished them. That should’ve been enough to make us throw them away, but we were hungry, so we thoughtlessly started eating them. The second thing that should’ve stopped us from eating the donuts was that they tasted funny. But we figured it was just from being a few months old, so we shrugged it off and kept eating them. About half an hour later, when we got to the bottom of the bag, there were only a few donuts left. My roommate looked in the bag to make sure he knew where to grab a donut from, when he stopped in his tracks and had this “Oh shit” look on his face.

He passed the bag over to me, and I looked in. In the bottom of the bag was a dead spider. And it wasn’t your average tiny house spider, it was a pretty decent size. That’s when it hit me: The donuts tasted funny because they were all COVERED in spider webs, and because the donuts were also covered in powdered sugar, we didn’t even notice. Seeing the spider in the bottom might have made me gag a little, but when I realized I had just eaten a bunch of spider web, I nearly vomited.

We immediately chucked the bag away, and I spent the next few minutes retching in the bathroom, hoping to puke up the donuts from hell, but to no avail. I am now scarred for life, and it’s safe to say I’m never going to eat powdered donuts ever again.

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i’m so envious of zayn stans their fave is out there doing shirtless photoshoots, releasing music videos that showcase his artistic vision, singing on his own for all of 3 minutes 27 seconds meanwhile my fave spends his time instagramming black & white pictures of almonds and half-eaten sausage rolls and occasionally taking his tits out for a walk 

The signs as Amis
  • Aries:Eponine. Piles of half-read books. Family. Stolen kisses with pretty girls. Knees bloody from skateboarding.
  • Taurus:Combeferre. Ink-stained hands. Cigarette smoke. Bottle-glass-thick hipster glasses. Constellations tattooed across dark skin.
  • Gemini:Bossuet. Watching cartoons at three in the afternoon. Brightly coloured sweaters worn over pyjamas. Laidback jazz. Pools of sunshine.
  • Cancer:Courfeyrac. Freckles. Musicals. Instagram photos of brightly coloured cocktails.
  • Leo:Enjolras. Leather jackets and outfits that are accidentally entirely red-white-and-blue. Empty coffee cups and half-eaten takeaway. Bleached blonde hair. Dark eyes.
  • Virgo:Marius. Cinnamon rolls. Pinky swears. Classical music. Surprisingly strong muscles under soft knit vests. Holding hands with small children.
  • Libra:Bahorel. Crappy sci-fi. Dreadlocks. Singing guitar solos at the top of your lungs. Red wine straight from the bottle.
  • Scorpio:Jehan. Free-verse poetry. Out-of-season Christmas cards. Soft toys. House plants. Flowers twining around balcony rails.
  • Sagittarius:Joly. Fandom. Chocolate. Mismatched socks. Flower crowns. Plastic dinosaurs. Green tea.
  • Capricorn:Cosette. Dyed hair. High-waisted shorts. Etsy knick-knacks. Paper straws and mason jars.
  • Aquarius:Feuilly. Home cooked food. Paint-stained overalls. Old books. Patterned sweaters. Paper cranes.
  • Pisces:Grantaire. Scars. Early-morning shifts. Beer pong. Baggy hoodies. Straight bourbon.

”People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for. Faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals… rings… Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”

It’s been four months since our so called “break up”. My friends have been telling me I’m better off without you and time might heal me and maybe their right.. But how are you suppose to stitch and glue back together the pieces a half eaten heart or complete our unfinished conversations. How can I say “goodbye” or tell you I forgive you if you don’t reply and how the fuck am I suppose to sleep at night when I tell myself I’m not allowed until I can remember how your voice sounds. Shit, I cant even remember your dogs name, or whether or not you prefer dark blue or just plain blue but I mean blue is just blue when someone was as sad as you, and maybe if my favorite color oughta be red I could have saved you like I was fucking suppose to, because if you mix the two, it makes lilac, the same color pills you swallowed when you wanted to die and, dear god you put me through some shit but im glad I got dragged through the mud and hit rock bottom with you because their is no one else I have felt so alive, and so dead with. I miss you.
—  If I Got A Chance To Tell You How I Felt
Dex the Cryptid
  • Will’s family didn’t seem off to him until he began going to grade school
  • That’s when he realized most people don’t eat by catching fish with their bare hands, and can only hold their breath for a few minutes tops, not hours like him
  • Normal humans also don’t eat the entire fish? Including the bones? He always thought that was the best part though. Likes the crunch.
  • When he turned 6 his parents finally clued him in on what was up, at a very basic level though. They were what the government and conspiracist theorists named “North Eastern Beach Biters.” (NEBBs for short)
    • Humanoid Cryptids
    • Usually inhabit ocean towns or forests in North Eastern America
    • Have been known to leave large sea animals half shredded and eaten on beaches (sharks, large fish, whales)
    • Short tempered, very dangerous
    • “Biters” comes from their teeth; very sharp, and a lot of them. Use them to shred their prey, or a human that got too close or pissed them off
    • Long tongues that loll out of their mouths when they’re getting ready to attack
    • Eyes that either glow or reflect light
      • This is debated mostly because some pictures only show their eyes “glowling” from the front, while other show them glowing from the side
    • Pale skin
    • Loners
    • Enhanced Sight, night vision
    • Incredibly fast and agile, especially in the water
    • Taller than your average human, usually ranges from 6-8 feet
    • Reports of gills on their neck exist as well
    • Some say they have webbed feet and hands and fingers that extend into claws (theorized that is what they use to shred their bigger prey)
      • (spoiler it’s still their teeth)
    • First encounter surviving incidents often come away with severe bite wounds that will become infected quickly, but survivors usually only have one bite. 
      • Sometimes this happens in the water, and it’s a conspiracy whether it’s a shark bite or a Beach Biter bite. Happens enough where they were named after it.
    • There haven’t been many fatalities attributed to them, but ones that have been often have teeth marks on their bones that forensics aren’t able to identify
  • Will’s parents explain that while some of it is true (the teeth, the eyes, the skin to an extent, that they and their kind reside in the north east, that they sometimes eat large sea animals) and some of it is false (their eyes both glow and reflect light, it depends on how much time they’ve spent int he ocean recently, their kin actually reach 9 feet but they tend to live solely in the ocean once they’re that tall (only the larger have gills), they are pack/group beings)
  • But the important lesson from it, other than knowing his own anatomy, is that they aren’t human, they never will be, but they are trying their best to live among/aside them
  • They don’t explain that all when he’s 6, not all of it. He learns more and more about it over the next few years, how to hide his abnormalities and blend in well enough with the other kids. 
  • They give him the option to either reject human civilization and live as a cryptid his entire life OR continue to live with his family, who are attempting to blend into society

Read more because this is gonna be LONG (which option will Dex choose ooooooo?????) ((Edit: so this is….. like…. over 4k just warning but theres angst and comfort so like, def worth it ;)))

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