#fluffy fun

Summary: Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession. 

W/C: 1,134.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Dirt Dog. Tribble.

Pairing- Chris Beck x Reader

Words - 311

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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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.

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.

I know my dear, we all love angst.

But it won’t be that much of angst.

Just some little, silly, michandrea fluff that I wanted to write based on the tumblr prompts I posted earlier.