I do it because I’m happy, there are not many other explanations. I try to repeat the movements of a ‘Bangles’ dance. To tell the truth, I’m not a good dancer, but if I keep doing it and people are having fun, it is a good sign, or am I wrong?
Sebastian Vettel when asked about his recent victory dances
do you ever think about how robert and aaron literally wiped the floor with everyone at a couples quiz because they can basically read each other’s brains but emotionally they’re still the worst communicators I’ve ever flipping seen with my own two eyeballs
like why are they like this but also i love them??????
15. Things you said with too many miles between us
She was in her room on the rented ship when her holo started
ringing. A picture of Peter making a ridiculous face popped up on the screen (he
had his tongue sticking out, which he told her was a sign of maturity on Terra,
but she wasn’t sure she believed him).
She sat down on the bed to answer it. “Peter?”
“Gamora!” At first his face took up most of the screen, but
then he took a step back and she could see the table behind him; he must have
been using the large holo in the Milano’s common area.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yep! Just wanted to see how close you were getting.”
“You know we won’t get there until morning.”
Recently, the Nova Corps had discovered that the leftover
Ronan fanatics had huge weapon caches stored on two different planets, so
they’d hired the Guardians to take them out. It was a simple job. The only problem was that they had to take out both caches at the same time, otherwise as soon
as one exploded, the fanatics would be on their way to defend the other one.
So, they’d split up: Gamora, Rocket, and Groot on a ship the
Nova had leant them, and Peter, Drax, and Mantis back on the Milano.
“Okay, fine.” Peter sighed like she was making him give up some big secret. “So I just wanted to say hi.”
“Well, hi,” she said, unable to rein in the fondness in her voice.
“Hi. You’re pretty,” he said with a big, goofy smile.
“Someone is feeling affectionate today.”
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “I miss you.”
Gamora bit her lip. She did not consider herself to be very
good at expressing her feelings. Before, she had thought Peter was the same
way, but once he was secure that she also felt their ‘unspoken thing,’ he had
become rather effusive.
Still, she did miss
him; they’d taken to sharing a bed recently, and she wasn’t looking forward to
sleeping without him.
“I miss you, too,” she mumbled.
“What was that?” Peter teasingly cupped his ear and leaned
closer to the screen.
“You heard what I said.”
“C’mooooooon, say it louder. What’s the harm?”
“I don’t want Rocket to hear.”
“Oh, he won’t.” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “I just wanna
know you miss me, too.” He extended his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout that she
found irritatingly endearing.
“You’re an idiot,” she said. “But I miss you, too.”
“See?” He grinned. “Was that so –“
“Are you kidding?” Rocket shouted from the other side of the door. “You’ve been apart for a freakin day!”
Gamora raised an eyebrow at Peter and gestured toward the
door, a non-verbal ‘I told you so.’
“Quit eavesdropping, Rocket!” He yelled.
“I am Groot! I am Groot!”
“What? Yeah, she’s talking to Quill –“
The door burst open and Groot came running in, climbing up
onto Gamora’s lap with no warning.
“I am Groot!” He yelled, waving at the screen.
Peter gave an exasperated little wave back. “Hi, buddy.”
Rocket hopped up onto the bed next to her, and she didn’t
even spare an eye-roll when he squeezed his head into frame and said, “Hey,
loser. How’s the codependence going?”
“Terrific,” Peter said, glaring at him. “Now can you –“
“Is that Rocket?” Came Mantis’s voice from Peter’s end. He dropped his head into his hands when she came running into frame. “Oh, it’s
everybody!” She smiled at the screen. Then she turned to yell, “Drax! Come
here! We are all talking on the holo!”
“Oh my god,” Peter grumbled into his hands as Drax entered the
room and immediately started arguing with Rocket about a mess that had been
left in the cargo hold.
Gamora was surprised to find herself smiling, but she couldn’t
help it. Their friends had just busted in on a private conversation and taken
it over, and now Peter was looking at her through his spread fingers and smiling at her sheepishly. It all just felt so wonderfully… normal.
So she gave Peter a little wave and mouthed ‘it’s okay,’
perfectly content to allow Groot to stand on her legs and take hold of the
“I am Groot!” He said, hopping off the bed with it.
“Hey!” Rocket yelled. “Bring that back!”
“Gamora!” She could hear Peter yell from the screen. “Help!
Groot is kidnapping us!”
“I’ll save you!” She said in the most serious voice she
could, chasing a cackling Groot down the hall, Rocket not far behind.
Maybe expressing her feelings wasn’t so bad, after all.
It was at the first annual Christmas aboard the Enterprise’s five year voyage when Admiral Farah learned that Leonard McCoy was a smooth kisser. Behind the layers of sarcasm, metaphors and perpetual scowls waited a man just looking for someone to pour into.
As his lips meshed with hers, the scent of peppermint wafted up from her steaming coco. The mistletoe Sulu brandished much like his saber, brushed her cheek as he declared the kiss satisfactory to the tradition. Chekov let out a long whistle when neither she nor Bones pulled away immediately. Bones’ hands had somehow wound up in her hair, and hers clutching at the back of his shirt. His nose skimmed her cheek, their breaths mixing together while both struggled to separate hormones and Christmas cheer from solid, trustworthy feelings. Farah broke it off first, lips already aching in the absence of the doctor’s.
The sex cuddle pollen fic, y’all, idek what to say about this but… Here it is?! It totally is 50% sneezing and 50% feelings, and everyone consents happily to the cuddling, despite having encountered some super enhanced pollen. UM. That’s really it? It’s super tropey Stu///cky fic + sneezing. <333
M/C/U, The Fi/rst Av/en/ger | Stu///cky | 7k words | tags: sex pollen tropefic, terms of endearment, idiots in love, mutual pining, sneezefic.
Request: 16 with Ashton (it was also asked for Luke and Calum but i have almost no Ashton so…..)
It’s not that you don’t love your brother’s friends. It’s just that they’re a bit intimidating. Not even physically, despite how tall and muscular and pierced and tattooed they are, and how they always wear black, but because you’re kind of in love with their music.
So whenever they come home and want to hang with your brother, it’s sort of awkward for you, especially since when they left to explore the world, you were only fourteen, so they’ll always see you as this kind of baby girl.
But personally…you’re not looking at them form a very sisterly perspective, to be honest. Especially not Ashton. With his winning smile, beautiful hazel eyes, incredible talent and endearing giggle, it’s safe to say the drummer has won you over, and this has only increased through the years, as every time they visit, you fall a little bit more into the pit that is Ashton’s lane.
You’ve always had to hide it as well, because your brother has always been closest to Ashton and will definitely tell him all about it if you reveal your crush. And even though you’re eighteen now, Ashton would probably find it extremely weird and not want to hang out with you anymore, which is basically the stuff your nightmares are made of.
The boys are on a break for a few weeks between the European and American leg of the tour, and they’re having a gaming night at your place right now.
Yawning, you plop down on the comforter next to the sofa as you watch them play FIFA, which you’ve always found incredibly boring. Ashton raises his head as he notices you.
“Ah, finally, someone who can help me out. Tell them FIFA sucks.”
“FIFA sucks,” you say blandly, and are met with empty stares from Luke and Calum, as well as a middle finger from your brother.
Michael is so absorbed in the game he doesn’t even budge. With a drawn-out sigh, Ashton stands up from the couch.
“Let’s do something more exciting,” he tells you, and despite the the way your heart jumps to your throat at the prospect of spending more time with him, you have to shake your head.
“I have plans this afternoon. I’m waiting for a friend to pick me up right now.”
“Oh, okay,” he says, and you’re too distracted by your phone dinging to notice the way his tone is laced with disappointment.
Your friend picks you up and the both of you spend the afternoon drinking beers in the park and catching up, telling each other about life in your respective universities. She asks about 5SOS as well, being a fan just like you, so you talk about how they are in real life – just as loud and idiotic and endearing as they seem.
By the time you’re done talking, it’s getting late. Your friend offers to take you back but you wave her off, knowing the drive home to her place is quite long. You’ll just take a bus.
But of course you just have to be the stupidest person ever and you realize too late that the bus you usually take doesn’t run after 7pm. You try taking another one, but twenty minutes into the ride, you’re the only one left on the bus and you have to admit to yourself that you have no idea where you are.
Cursing yourself, you exit at the next station and grab your phone, about to call your brother, when you slip down the steps of the bus and fall head-first onto the pavement. Your vision darkens for a few seconds, a searing pain piercing through your skull.
Distantly you feel someone shaking your shoulder, but you’re dizzy and your head hurts and it’s too hard to really focus on what the person’s saying. You hear them mumble something into a phone about coming to get you and that it’s not too bad, and then zone out for a bit before a pair of strong arms pulls you up to your feet.
You blink in confusion, and recognize Ashton with a jolt.
“Ashton? What–What are you doing here?”
“Your driver called me,” he says, nodding towards the bus driver who smiles a little awkwardly.
“Thank you,” you say softly to the driver before falling a little against Ashton’s chest.
His arms automatically go around you and he thanks the driver again before leading you away. You lean against him, your head still turning again.
“Why am I your emergency contact?” Ashton asks, sounding a little amused and a lot confused.
“The driver called me cause I was your emergency contact.”
“Oh. This was my brother’s phone, I didn’t really change anything.”
“Oh okay. Are you alright?” He asks, staring down at you in concern.
You hum noncommitally, wishing you could just fall asleep in his arms and not have to think anymore. Also he smells really good, and his muscles are nice. Ashton giggles and your eyes shoot open.
“Thank you,” he chuckles, and you groan as you realize you said that out loud.
“I probably have a concussion right now, cut me some slack.”
“You don’t have a concussion,” Ashton disagrees. “The driver said you were okay, just a little roughed up. How did you even manage to fall?”
“I’m a clumsy person okay?” You pout, trying to concentrate on where you’re walking.
“You know this is not what I meant when I said we should do something more exciting,” Ashton remarks, and you swat at his arm, making him laugh.
He helps you into his car and you doze off in the passenger seat, your tiredness and pain mixed with the soft music playing on the radio making you drowsy. You barely notice when Ashton stops the car and pulls you into his arms. He carries you into your house and up the flight of stairs to your room.
You let out an appreciative noise, mumbling a soft:
“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite member of the band.”
He giggles again, the sound going straight to your poor, abused heart, and lays you down on your bed. You pat the space next to you half-heartedly, but to your surprise he has no qualms sitting next to you, nor helping you out of your jeans and into some more comfortable sleep shorts.
“I’m glad you’re my emergency contact,” you chuckle into your pillow as you make yourself comfortable and ready to sleep. “I don’t think my real brother would have taken so good care of me.”
“I am not your other brother,” Ashton protests.
“True, sorry. You’re away too much for us to be like before. Sorry I’m rambling I’m tired and probably concussed.”
“You’re not concussed,” Ashton disagrees once again, but by then you’re too far gone to answer him.
He watches the rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheekbones, the way your curl into a small ball as you fall asleep.
“Never really saw you as a sister in the first place,” he adds in a whisper.
Summary: When Nico agreed with the whole writing on a post-it note fiasco to release his pent up feelings, he was so sure he never agreed for an annoying stranger picking up his notes and trying to communicate back as being part of the deal. But maybe it’s all good, it’s harmless… to bad he forgot to check on his own emotions.
“How are you feeling?”
“Do you have to ask that same question everytime I’m forced to be here?” Nico scoffed. He didn’t want to be there but everyone says he should.
Because he needed medication. He needs to get better.
Because he needed the help.
“This is standard procedure, Mr. di Angelo” The Doctor tried speaking as calmly as he can “I’m doing everything in my power to help you. Now would you please cooperate?”
Nico inwardly scoffed. It’s not going to work anyway. Why won’t they just accept the fact that it’s all futile?
He can’t be saved.
“You’re giving your doctor a hard time. That’s not good, Nico” Hazel chided her brother as she drew the curtains open giving a bit of light inside the usually darkened room. Nico winced slightly once the sun rays hit his pale skin.
“Not my fault the doctor’s incompetent”
“He’s only trying to help you get better” Hazel scolded
“I can’t be saved. The earlier we all accept the fact, the easier we’ll be able to get over it”
The girl sighed. “This is not good, Nico. You should start helping yourself. Just stop, okay? Stop confiding on your negative thoughts. We’re going to find a cure so just hold on, please? For me?”
“…Stop looking at me like that”
Hazel blinked innocently “Looking like what?”
“That! Your pleading look that I can’t say no to!”