leftovers for lunch tomorrow

Water Under the Bridge

Summary: Bucky has been distancing himself from you, but you don’t know why. Requested by anon, based on the song “Water Under the Bridge” by Adele.

Bucky x reader. ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, SOME FLUFF. Word count: 2,003.

TW: brief language, mild smut.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I didn’t want to post something I didn’t think I put my best effort into. I hope you like it!

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“G’morning, Buck. I made some coffee. Cream, no sugar—just how you like it,” you said as Bucky came out of your bedroom, showered and dressed but still visibly exhausted.

“Thanks, but I’m late. See you after work,” said Bucky, racing past you as he reached for his jacket. He quickly threw it on and grabbed the door handle before you stopped him.

“Umm, babe? Forgetting something?” you asked, waiting for your goodbye kiss like you got every morning.

“Right. Keys,” said Bucky, pulling his keys out of the dish by the door and leaving without another word.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” you murmured on your way to the shower. Even on days when he was running late Bucky would always kiss you on the forehead and tell you he loved you before running out the door.

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anonymous asked:

one where your boyfriend thinks your cheating on him with Spencer and gets aggressive then you realize you actually have feelings for Spencer but are to afraid of your boyfriend to leave. happy ending and sorry if its confusing. Btw love your blog!

Originally posted by thisbutterflydoesntcare


Contains: Angst, abuse, and lots of swearing and sexual references. 

(Letters in bold are Spencer’s thoughts)

-Btw I don’t actually know if the BAU would have a secretary or not but I was binge-watching the Office so sue me XD-


When you told people you worked at the FBI, they would get all excited and impressed before you told them what you actually did. You were a secretary. You answered phone calls, made copies, took minutes in meetings, as well as schedule those, answering the phone, scheduling the teams flights, that sort of thing. It wasn’t really exciting but you did get to work for some pretty exciting people.

Aaron Hotchner, your boss, was the Unit Chief and Supervisory Special Agent of the group of profilers that worked for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. The title sounded intimidating and usually shut people right up. Of course you didn’t think of him like that, you thought of him as your friend, as well as all the members of the team. Even though the entire team was like a family in itself they all made sure you felt loved in your own special way.

Your best friends were Penelope Garcia, who was the technical analyst of the BAU, and Spencer Reid-ahem Doctor- who was also an SSA. You sometimes assisted Penelope unless she was dragged away with the team on a mission. Those were the loneliest days, when both of them weren’t there.

“Good morning!” Garcia greeted you as she walked in the BAU, placing the usual pastry and coffee on your desk, content to grab some for you since she lived close to a coffeehouse she would pass every morning on her way to work. As long as you reimbursed her though. “Guess who’s coming back today!” She sung, leaning over the counter of your desk.

“Shut up!” You laughed, playfully shoving her arm. Garcia had been trying to set you two up forever, and while you wouldn’t mind, you believed he only thought of you as a friend, so you tried not to think about it. “Besides I’ve actually started dating someone, remember?”

“Oh yes, this elusive enigma known as Luke. When am I going to get to meet him?” She asked, placing her head on her hands, her elbows resting on the desk. You shrugged, telling her you two were taking things slow. “How about you make something- or order take out since we don’t want to subject your fella to your cooking.” You rolled your eyes at her teasing. “And then let me invite myself along. I could bring Spencer as my date.”

She waggled her eyebrows while you raised yours.“I thought you were into the dark, daring and ever so strong Derek Morgan.” You pointed out and she waved her hand. “I would, but I believe your other best friend is Spencer, and by friendship law, in order of you to date someone, the best friends must approve. Plus, you could also make him jealous.” She smiled wickedly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk to him about it.” You smiled, shaking on the inside of how *he* would react.


“Hi guys! Come on in!” You faked a smile, welcoming your friends inside. You marveled at their attire, Penelope dressed in a beautiful turquoise dress and heels, Spencer’s own brown button up, slacks and Carmel-colored sweater vest complimenting her get-up nicely. You wore a nice black dress with a white button up sweater, covering the bruises and cuts, not wanting to make up another petty excuse for them.

//“Well dear, it would’ve been nice if you had asked me before inviting over your friends.” Luke’s tone made you on edge. You shakily reached for his shoulder, trying to calm him down before he got out of hand. His hand grabbed your wrist before it met the material of his cotton shirt, making you gulp.

“Well, Penelope sort of invited herself and Spencer over-”

“Then you say no until I say it’s okay!” He snapped. His softer side came out, noticing your discomfort and sighing. “Aw honey, I just had a rough day today, I didn’t mean to yell.” He forced you into a hug and you let out a shaky breath in relief, believing you avoided a bullet.

“Don’t let it happen again.” He growled, shoving you aside.//

You balled your hands into fists to try and hide the trembling. The hardest part of this was trying not to let Spencer profile your discomfort with your boyfriend. You didn’t know what would happen if Spencer tried to confront Luke, or who would even win if a brawl occurred.

“It smells wonderful y/n.” Spencer smiled, making an actual one appear on your face. “What do you think Garcia?” he asked and she shrugged. “It smells great don’t get me wrong but why are you asking me?” She appeared confused and you knew that Spencer was about to-

“According to Dolores Malaspina women have a better sense of smell than men. She says one of the reasons for this may be that women have a more developed orbital prefrontal region of the brain. It may have also evolved from an ability to discern the best possible mates, or to help women better bond with and understand newborns.” Spencer stated, nodding slightly. You laughed as Garcia made an obscene face, wondering how he knew what he did.

“So where’s Luke?” Penelope asked, as if on cue, he emerged from the kitchen. His blonde hair was tied into one of the popular man-buns, wiping his hands, presumably just washing them. Garcia gave you an impressed look, but if they only really knew.

“Nice to meet the friends of my chick.” He smiled, shaking their hands. “I’ve heard a little bit about you both.” Spencer frowned slightly and you upped your ‘performance’, kissing Luke’s cheek.

He said chick, not girlfriend, or 'my girl’, so he doesn’t respect her.

“Why don’t we head to the table?” Luke smiled and you felt secure. He seemed to be in a happy mood. You went to grab the pan of pasta you had made, starting to dish out the serving to Luke when he stopped you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, the conversation between Garcia and Spencer falling, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You stopped your motions, confused. He chuckled, “You serve our guests first silly.” You laughed at yourself, turning to the opposite side of the table where Penelope and Garcia sat.

“I-it’s been so long since we’ve had company I’ve completely lost my manners!”

Her hands are shaking and she’s stuttering.

When you were finished serving everyone, you sat down, waiting for Luke’s approval. If he didn’t like it he would wait until Spencer and Penelope left to deem whatever punishment he saw fit. “This is wonderful hon.” He patted your back, a silent rule allowing you now to partake in dinner along with everyone else.

You reached for the garlic bread in the center of the table, not noticing your sleeve rolled up a bit. You met Spencer’s wary glance and put your arm back in your lap, tugging the sleeve down.

From then on the dinner seemed to go smoothly, all of you engaging in conversation putting you in a familiar place. It was then you realized this was the first time you felt safe and happy in a long while.


Later that evening, everything was calm. Dishes were washed and put away, leftovers saved for your lunch tomorrow, Penelope and Spencer long gone. You and Luke were sitting on the couch relaxing comfortably, your head resting on his shoulder. You supposed you two would probably head to bed soon since it was getting so late in the evening.

“Why were you flirting with the Doctor?” He asked as if it was casually. Your head popped up and your brows furrowed as you turned to look at him. His jaw was clenched and his stare turned from loving to fierce. “Don’t try to deny it, I could see you. The way you looked at him, the tone of your voice when you talked to him. Geez y/n, I was right there!”

“What are you talking about?” Your voice wasn’t as confidant as you wanted it to be, and you tried to prepare yourself for whatever move he was going to make. One moment, he could be the man you believed he was when you two started dating, the next he could be slapping you, calling you a whore for looking another man in the eye.

“Don’t you lie to me!” He roared, shoving you to the ground. Your shoulder painfully hit the coffee table, a cry escaping your lips. “You wanted him to come, to see you in that slurry little get-up and taste your cooking, seeing what our house looked like. A for sure sign letting that dick know that everything here and between your legs are for the taking!” He kicked you, only just beginning the punishment he deemed fit for you.


The days that followed after that could only be compared to white noise. You stayed quiet, dressing in long pants and turtlenecks, barely talking to anyone, except Luke. Ever since he accused you of cheating with Spencer, he stopped by everyday to 'check’ on you. You were now constantly feeling sick all the time, and no, thank goodness you weren’t pregnant. It was only emotional.

When Luke came in that morning, he kissed your cheek and asked you how you’re day went you answered with the usual 'fine’, which somehow today only seemed to make him mad. “Fine? I came all the way here for 'fine’? You haven’t been fucking that stick figure have you? Maybe I should just go date your fat bitch friend. She seems like she could be more obedient than you.”

"Don’t you dare insult my friends.” You fumed warned him, trying to stay firm. It was hard to get angry when you know as soon as you set foot into your house and didn’t play 50’s housewive you’d end up paying 50$ at the pharmacy the next day to repair yourself.

“I can say whatever I want. What are you going to do about it? You’re my bitch and you do whatever I want.” You went to slap him but he grabbed your wrist harshly. He started laughing which confused you. “Big mistake honey-bun.”

He shoved you up against a wall, grabbing your hair and pulling it roughly. You tried pleading with him to stop, but your cries fell to deaf ears.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hotch addressed Luke, the team not far behind him. “Let her go.” They had their guns up, like that would stop him. He was going to kill you, this time for sure. You met Spencer’s eyes which were filled with…a mixture of emotions and you looked away.

“Why even waste time with her?” Morgan asked, and you knew he was trying to get Luke into a sense of calmness so they could get a clear shot, but it still hurt. You knew that’s what Luke thought of you anyway. As Morgan and the rest of the team talked Luke down, you met Spencer’s eyes again.

Your flight or fight response finally kicked in and you slammed your foot on top of his, his arms releasing you and you practically flying out of the way, enough time for Rossi to bash Luke’s face into the wall and handcuff him. It was like a friggen soap opera. Just before Rossi could cuff the other hand, Luke punched the closest person in the face, which happened to be Spencer.

Between the arrest and transport of your ex-boyfriend, you didn’t even get a chance to talk to Spencer, Garcia holding you like you were about to turn into a pool of liquid.


“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, avoiding his stare. If you had to see the bandage on his nose again you were sure that you would start crying. It was a little later, after all the drama went down.

“I should be asking if you’re okay.’ He paused. "Y/n I need to say something or I’ll simply explode. You know 1 in 3 women victims of physical violence by an intimate partner within their lifetime a-a-and 1 in 5 women have been victims of severe physical violence by an intimate partner. On a typical day, there are more than 20,000 phone calls placed to domestic violence hotlines nationwide, so how come you didn’t tell me. H-h-h-how didn’t I know! I-” He was cut off by your sob.

“I’m sorry I’m so weak. I’m everything he said I was.” Spencer immediately wrapped his arms around you, whispering reassuring things in your ear.

“Don’t you *ever* think that you’re remotely comparable to anything that comes out of his mouth.” He waited for a little while until you’re tears had subsided. “I’ll be here for you y/n, always. If you’ll let me- whenever you feel ready, I’ll make sure you get the love and respect that you’re long overdue for.”


(Hoped you guys liked it. The reason I haven’t been posting much is due to the fact that I have heavy self-esteem issues about my writing. I hope none of you are being abused in any way, and I hope you all are safe.)

I’m abstaining from eating candy tonight because I had a cookie at lunch. Moderation.

I made a delicious meal of pork tenderloin, rice and broccoli for dinner and I’m excited to eat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Steak defrosting in the fridge for dinner tomorrow night and lunch the following day.

Working on cutting portions and eating more vegetables and drinking lots of water. I don’t know that I’m lighter yet but I know my body feels way way better and happier.

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Steak and Pepper Tacos

“We aren’t going to eat all of that,” Felicity wrinkles her nose as she peeks into the pan, obscuring his view. It’s quite a feat to manage that, one she only accomplishes by the fact that she’s sat on the kitchen worktop beside the stove top. Her legs swing from side to side as she grips the edge - something he enforced personally after her wandering hands distract him one too many times.

“Yes, we will,” he tells her, taking another handful of sliced pepper and tossing it into the pan.

“But that’s… Oliver, wait that’s three whole bell peppers,” she rushes out, eyes widening.

“That’s what the recipe says,” he reminds her, turning his attention to measuring out the oregano.

“But the recipe also says it feeds four,” she argues. “I know you can eat a lot - which is criminal with that figure - but we are not four people. We aren’t even three people.”

He watches her with amusement, the way she skeptically glances at the pan as he throws in each ingredient. It’s only when he’s added the steaks to a separate pan that he steps up to her swinging legs, parting them so he can stand between them, and then draws her away from inspecting his culinary skills with a teasing kiss.

(He’s cooking. It’s only going to end one way. He’s planned a dessert, they won’t eat it til after they’ve fooled around on the couch.)

“Lucky for you, it means you get leftovers for lunch tomorrow,” he tells her with a small nibble of her lower lip, one that has her moaning deliciously as her arms loop around his shoulders and draw him in closer.

“Best boyfriend ever,” she decides, only letting go of him when the timer sounds.

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whenever i have leftovers from going out to dinner im like “yay i’ll have lunch for tomorrow!!” but actually i always end up eating it at 11pm the same night


After leaving the cemetery Harry and Saffron go for a bike ride to Butterfly Esplanade, and arrive home late in the afternoon to find the golden aroma of roast turkey wafting through the house. 

Harry: Wow, this is great! What’s the special occasion?

Anita: No special occasion. I just felt like we should have a nice family dinner. You and Mireille can have the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. You could make turkey sandwiches. Or turkey fritters-

Harry: Wait. What did you just say? 

Anita: I said, you and Mireille can have the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. 

Harry: You’re not going to poison them, are you? 

Anita: That’s not funny, Harry.

Saffron: Tee hee. It is kind of funny, Mum.

Anita: Could you leave the table after you’ve finished, Saffy? Your Dad and I need to have a little talk.


This one I also found in Texas for 5 dollars so I could not resist.

Lifted some weights with Sarah and then did Zumba.

You know I’ve been dealing with this whole transition with my move and different types of workouts and eating and gaining some weight back and for a while I thought it was the worst thing in the world. The more I think about it, when I was in my smaller clothing, I STILL wasn’t happy with my body completely and I just keep telling myself if I don’t learn to really and truly appreciate my body now then if I happen to go back down in clothing sizes there is no guarantee I’ll automatically love it. Some days it comes easier to love what I see in the mirror and other days it’s really hard but I would like to keep at it. And no matter what size I have to remind myself that the people in my life and all around me don’t base their love for me on what size clothing I’m wearing.

That is going to be something I really focus on this summer.

I had spaghetti for dinner and it was delicious and now I can’t wait for leftovers for lunch tomorrow, tbh.

Now it’s time to get home because there is some watermelon in the fridge that is calling my name for dessert.


Kevin had the night off so I took the night off from Zumba to spend time with him since I’ll be gone for the weekend.

We were originally going to go to Cracker Barrel but they were packed so we went to Strouds for some fried chicken. The food is delicious and we had leftovers so I have my lunch for tomorrow.

And if you’re curious, that’s Kevin’s “candid” face on the bottom right.