the geese boys when drunk & crushing on you!
" x femreader, including ryland grace, holland march & colt seavers. ★ " –> mostly sfw, fluff, all that lovely sweet stuff. only brief suggestive comments.
tw : drinking & (colt only) puking
ryland would never really drink back on earth except back in his good old college days. but now, sat on the ship with just the two of you, a spider/rock alien, and ilyukhina's vodka stashed on the ship, things had changed.
he's unfortunately a lightweight. he can't handle even a few gulps of the stuff, and in around half an hour tops, he's slurring his words and getting slightly incoherent. you had to explain to rocky the concept of getting drunk, and that grace was in no way getting hurt. (not completely, anyway.)
he was never exactly subtle with his crush that he had formed on you while sober, either; cheeks turning pink at the way your hand would brush his own while helping him, his eyes growing stuck to the way your lips curled into a pretty grin, or even the way he'd stammer and trip up on his own words in response to you out-nerding him, he was clueless to how much you knew. and you knew quite a lot.
take "obvious" and times it by ten. even rocky, the ALIEN, felt second-hand embarrassment for you. grace would clumsily find his hand trying to hold yours, his sweet blue eyes glued to yours, desperate for you to meet his gaze. you might have even heard him call you "gorr-juss..." (gorgeous) under his breath, all slurred and sweet.
he'd get quite cuddly the more sleepier the alcohol made him, too. very delicately trying to slide the palms of his hands over your waist and holding it, his cheeks flushed from a mix of the alcohol in his blood stream and how much his heart would beat in his chest.
at the end of the night, or whatever time in space had seemed to pass, he'd end up curled right beside you in a very gentle but clingy embrace, right into your side. his cheek would press down to your shoulder as his head lolls with sleep, and his scruffy, blonde locks gently carress your cheek.
you knew he'd feel extremely embarrassed in the morning. worth it.
holland is the drunk. of course you've seen him drunk. so many times, in fact, you're used to his calls on the telephone, at a dark time of night, his raspy and slurred coo speaking gently into your ear, pleading for your presence. you knew yourself how lonely he gets after drinking one too many, and you're his source of affection.
it's not exactly subtle with holland, either. he definitely adores you, and in the most clumsiest, stupidest way possible. he'd almost die doing something and end up staring at you lovingly at the end of it. he just loves you so much.
he'd call the phone, you picking the device from where it had mounted on the wall, starting to slowly fiddle with the coiled wire. he'd whisper something stupid, then something sweet, a few silly pet names slipping out like “doll,” “angel” or “sweetheart.” of course it'd make you blush, but you'd never verbally admit that to him. not when he's drunk like this, anyway.
he'd also maybe let a few lewd things slip, embarrassingly; ask you what you're wearing, or even bolder and ask what panties you're wearing underneath. you'd have to lightly scold him, but part of you wishes he was sober so you could indulge his comments. you knew he'd be a little too awkward to ask those things sober, though.
the night would always end in one of two ways:
one, you end up going over to his house and giving him that oh so needed affection, him staring up at you and giggling awkwardly as he talks your ear off, holding your arm or leg as a way to just touch you, before slowly finding himself falling asleep beside you on the couch,
or two, he'd end up somehow falling asleep on the phone. you'd notice his silence immediately as it being a sudden change from all that talking, and repeatedly ask if he was alright. in response? you'd get a big, loud, dorky snore.
you'd always regret hanging the phone up as he sleeps, but you knew he'd forget about it in the morning anyway.
while colt is the type to get drunk, you never thought he'd be so... hammered. it's a party, and he had a shot too many as he stumbles towards you, a lazy, big grin plastered on that rugged face. you could only expect trouble from colt, as you have to hold his arm in your palm to prevent him from completely toppling over. when you ask if he's okay, he looks up lovingly and gives that stupid thumbs up he always does.
of course, you did have to help him into the bathroom to puke. as much as the blonde tries to flaunt how well he can take his liquor, he definitely can't hold it. you gently push hair from his sweaty forehead as he retches down into the toilet, groaning softly.
despite the fact his body is forcing him to vomit up into the toilet violently and disgustingly, the only thing his drunken brain can fully focus on is your sweet, soft fingers brushing through his hair. it felt so gentle.
his cheeks flushed, and it wasn't from the alcohol. once he was done puking, he wiped his mouth and swallowed thickly, avoiding your eyes. he was slightly embarrassed to be so vulnerable, puking like this, in front of you. he always wants to be cool, confident, risk taking in front of you, to impress you. not... this.
when your voice sounds, he looks up and finally meets your eyes. his admiration, even when still drunk, is obvious. he's watching you with a gaze that's fascinated and somewhat loving. the sudden intensity of it takes you off guard, an awkward smile reaching your face. “maybe we should go home?” you offered.
he just gave a nod. a brief nod. he doesn't really want to speak right now, so instead, his hands did the talking. right in front of that gross toilet, he just held your face in between his palms, still staring at you. part of you is very worried the alcohol will cause him to kiss you, but he doesn't. instead, he lets a small exhale out. a laugh. he knows your nervous. even when hammered, he can read you like a book.
the rest of the night, he just simply followed you, letting you take him home with a lazy grin and love in his eyes. surprisingly, he didn't do much talking. he was just taking in your beauty the whole time.
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