A/N - Written for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club and this is my second drabble I’ve ever written! Really really hope this turned out good! :D
“Achoo!” Another sneeze pushes through your nostrils, followed by another irritated groan from your spacemates as you all sat around the large table. Chris Beck, the man who invaded your dreams at night, sat opposite you sipping his space coffee stealing glances. “I say we just turn around and go and find Mark and just res-”
“ACHOO! ACHOO! Bless me.” your nose wrinkled up and a knowing smirk played on the corners of Beck’s lips. You’ve been in space with him for the same amount of time, sleeping in your quaters alone and he found out you were single. You also became stressed easily and it wasn’t that difficult to find out what was going on. “Anyway.” Lewis continued her strategic plan before she was interrupted by your random sneezing. “He’s alive. We know this much, we have the fuel to make the trip and-”
“ACHOO!” Chris barks out a laugh and your eyes narrow slightly, wondering what was so funny. “Damn Y/N. You got a cold or something?” Rick teases with a smirk. You shake your head and drop your gaze down to your lap when you felt every single pair of eyes on you. “No I’m just- ACHOO!”
“Alright that’s it.” Chris stands up almost knocking the empty cup over from the force. He walks around to your side of the table and grabs your hand, ignoring the confused looks from your spacemates. “Just trust me guys. I’m taking one for the team here.” he laughs and walks you back to your sleeping quarters.
“Chris what are you- ACHOO!” you sneeze into the crook of your elbow. “We have... what another 100 days left?” he smirks, ghosting his fingers over your jaw. “Let me help you cure this sneezing of yours. I am a doctor after all and it’s my job.” he winked pushing you backwards towards the bed.
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Hmm not sure who to tag? I’ll tag some mutuals and apologise if I’m a bother :) @jobean12-blog @bugsbucky @hawksmagnolia
I feel like Steve is the type of guy who would show up at your place with the munchies, and you'd try to be all sultry like, "Well I've got something you can eat." But it goes right over his head, and then you'd have to make the poor boy some eggs or something.
Off campus housing had its benefits, the first and foremost being a bathroom you didn’t have to share. Purely by a series of fortunate events (unfortunate on behalf of your would’ve been roommate who ended up with a severe case of the chicken pox because she’d never been vaccinated) you ended up with an apartment all to yourself, which made for the perfect senior year of college.
You had space, you had a great group of friends, and your classes were all going well, even your public speaking elective that was comprised of an eclectic group of students, one of whom was currently grinning at you as you peeked through the peephole of your apartment door.
“Hi, Steve,” you said, slightly exasperated as you opened your door wide enough for him to shuffle in.
It was clear he was high as a kite so what he wanted from you either involved food or coming over to his place to watch some strange YouTube or his favorite stoner movies. You had been his saving grace throughout this course and while you had gotten close, you hadn’t hooked up yet.
And you were desperate to. There was just something so damn sexy about this goofball that you couldn’t get him off your mind. It was too-often his name that tumbled from your lips when you were alone in your bedroom, relieving some tension.
Maybe now was the perfect time to make a move, you thought.
“Hey-yo, Y/N. Sup?”
“You came over to my place. I should be asking you what’s up.”
He laughed, a little giggle that stayed in his chest which made you want to know what it felt like to be lying on that chest, naked, in a state of fucked-out bliss while he talked about something that only half made sense.
Thirsty girl, indeed.
“I’m fucking starving and there’s, like, no food at our place.”
“What else is new,” you said, walking over to Steve and placing your hands on his chest so he stilled his movements to look at you.
“Hey,” he repeated, his lips turned up in a quirk of a smile as his eyes narrowed while he tried to focus on your face.
“Hey,” you said, raising your brow and placing a seductive smile on your lips. “You’re hungry?”
Steve’s hands came up to your waist, his fingers twitching a little before they came to rest.
“Starvin’ like marvin.’”
“I’ve got something you might like …”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah—wait here.”
You slipped away from Steve and he watched you, blinking in slow motion, as you disappeared into your bedroom and shut the door.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you said under your breath as you dug through piles of laundry looking for your sexiest bra and panty set. After a sniff, you breathed a sigh of relief that the blue, lacy little set was clean. You stripped down and changed, grabbing a silk kimono off the back of your door. After a fluff of your hair, you pinched your cheeks to add a quick bit of color.
You opened the bedroom door and leaned dramatically in the doorway, sure you looked just like the snack Steve needed, except that he was nowhere to be seen.
“Steve?” you called out as you walked into the living room.
“BAAAABE!” Steve yelled from inside the refrigerator. “You’ve got EGGS! Can we have omelets?”
He whirled around and the carton almost flew out of his hands. His smile was wide, infectious as he looked at you like you were a Micheline star chef.
Not the look I was aiming for, you thought with disappointment.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to eat?” you purred, your hands popping onto your hips and opening your kimono.
“Unless you’ve got pizza?”
With a heavy sigh, you belted your kimono, walked over to Steve and took the carton of eggs out of his hand.
“Go sit in the living room before you hurt yourself,” you groused.
“You are THE best human being I’ve ever met, Y/N,” he said as he grabbed your face and gave you a wet, smacking kiss on the forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. Shoo,” you said wriggling out of his grasp without breaking the eggs.
“Y/N?”
“What, Steve?” you asked as you bent over to dig a glass bowl out of the cupboard.
“After we eat, I’m gonna spread your sexy thighs open wide and fuck you senseless.”
The only sound in the kitchen was the splattering of eggs as the carton fell from your hand.
YES! Damn I miss the carefree time of the Ass-ass-sin Festival *wipes tear*
Funambulism (142)
“Specs, this the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
“Nonsense. I don’t have bad ideas.”
“What the hell do you call this, then?”
Noct frowns. Well, he tries to, anyway, but it’s difficult when his lips refuse to stop trembling. He gestures carefully to his feet, which are also shaking with effort atop a thin rope, and then to the ground below. About 30 meters below, to be exact. How he let Ignis talk him into this, he will never understand.
Behind him, the mastermind himself is smirking. Actually smirking and Noct isn’t sure whether he wants to wipe it off with a slap or a kiss. Or both.
But then Ignis is reaching out, taking ahold of Noct’s hand and steadying him on the rope. Together, they take a step forward, and then another.