Summary:You like Bucky but he acts like he didn’t like you at all but the truth is he really likes you. Warnings: angst, fluff in the end Words count:1700
Hey Buck.” I jumped on the sofa next to Bucky. Yes, Bucky Barnes. Since he moved into the tower I had a crush on him, and now I just try to get closer to him. Unfortunately, he seems like he doesn’t like me, not just like the ‘you’re not my type’ but in general. Every time I try to be with him, he walks away, or when I’m trying to talk with him he just answers with a word answers.
“Hey (Y/N)” He moved a little bit farther, again. Natasha always told me that he is actually likes me, but he is very shy and he needs some time, and to get used to the whole thing, so I didn’t give up. But I think I can’t to this much longer. Theres no changes in the past few weeks.
The stagnant heat of the long afternoon sunk soggy and sullen in the slick sweat along Lexa’s back and shoulders. She felt the sun on her skin, felt the fabric of her shirt grow heavy with sweat, felt the dirt cling to it, adding to it further, and none of it weighed more heavily upon her than the very sky, itself nothing more than a tired old dog, flopping down upon the world and smothering it.
The horses grew agitated and lethargic in the heat. July started fiercely and made its wrath known, threw its weight around in the form of screaming mad days and dehydrating nights. Lexa ran her forearm against her forehead, pulling away as much sweat as she could before it ran like a river through her eyes before returning to the task at hand and finishing the work up on Mrs. Roger’s new horse.
Its bitter. they have a texture, like you’re eating slimy fish or something. They just suck and they ruin your sandwich. They just make me really mad. I really dont like tomatoes. I suggest not to eat tomatoes. I suggest it really
Right now Tony was cruising in the armor high above Kansas after a rotten mission against MODOK. He was multi-tasking his way through a dozen different problems from new Tower renovations, to checking on Avengers equipment upgrades to fixing errors in the latest Stark Industries R&D report.
No other word but workaholic described Tony to a tee. In other words, he packed in 36 hours of living and work into a 24-hour day.
Busy, busy, busy.
He hadn’t even had a date in months. He just hadn’t found the time or the person who made him want to find the time. Ugh.
And there was Steve. Who was on the quinjet with the rest of the team heading to New York and home to the Tower. Steve, who asked Tony if he had room in his schedule for dinner earlier.
A Day In The Life - 10th March 1964: Filming continues for A Hard Day’s Night.
On this day Ringo Starr films part of his solo sequence for The Beatles’ debut film A Hard Day’s Night.
The location is the Turks Head pub on Winchester Road in Twickenham, Middlesex. Ringo is filmed trying to eat a stale sandwich, ruining a game of shove ha’penny, accidentally smashing a beer glass, and throwing some badly-aimed darts.
Call me a garbage can because I spew nothing but filth (feel free to ignore these. They aren't even asks ._.) My radar is telling me Yuu and Mika from your AMAZING&WONDERFUL story may be separated for some time but when fate intertwines them again, how about some domestic mikayuu? E.g. Mika being mesmerized by how Yuu manages to make a delicious sandwich without ruining half a loaf of bread beforehand like it's no big deal, what do you say? Also ->
You have a lot of good ideas, anon ;) I’m so glad to have such creative people read my stories! It’s always such a pleasure hearing from you
fic-it?: Beca and Chloe argue about crunchy vs. creamy peanut butter. Peter Pan or Jif. They also argue about jelly flavors. They also argue about whether or not to cut the sandwich diagonally or down the middle. These are important issues they have to work out before they get married. Unified household and whatnot.
“What’re you doing?” Beca asked sharply, glancing up from her computer to where Chloe was positioned at the counter, spreading peanut butter over a piece of bread. Chloe looked up, surprised and furrowing her brow in confusion.
“Making a sandwich, weirdo,” she said, returning her attention back to the task at hand. Beca tutted, closing her computer.
“I can see that,” she said, annoyed, “But, like, what is that?”
Chloe looked down at her plate, not noticing anything particularly out of place. “Peanut butter?”
i put too much mayonnaise on my sandwich and i guess it fused with the white bread so now boring white people are manifesting in my house and they wont stop defending the confederate flag and telling me they’d go gay for Ruby Rose
“Sherlock?” Molly asked nervously. “Mhm.” He hummed from under the bedsheets. “The weekend guy is sick and they really need me to come in for a few hours…I’ll be home no later than two.” She added. “Okay?” He lifted his head from under the sheets. “Would you mind? I mean could you?…” Molly stammered. “Never mind. I’ll just call Mary.” Molly turned away from Sherlock and grabbed her mobile. “I can watch Mina.” He said as he got out of bed. He grabbed her mobile out of her hand and put it on the bedside table. “Oh. Are you sure?” Molly asked softly, wrinkling her nose. “Yes.” He kissed her forehead. “She is my child too.” He reminded her. “Yes, but you haven’t spent more than 30 minutes alone with her.” Molly muttered to herself.