Sebastian Stan Imagines

Chris Beck - Space Fluff

A/n: This is my first time doing a Chris Beck imagine, but here goes nothing. And I have NO CLUE what life is like in space so...definitely not accurate, but hey, at least I'm being honest.

Summary: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF <3

Warnings: GUESS WHAT? NOT FLUFF! SUPER BAD HUMOR! GOTCHA!

You were sitting in your cabin, at your desk, doing some reports on the cameras you got from from the satellites.

"Y/nn! It's 8:30!" Chris said, from the small bed in your corner. "It's time for my cuddles!"

"Give me another minute," You mumbled, looking back at the camera and back to your paper.

"But you said that 30 MINUTES AGO!" Chris complained, and you sighed. 

You leaped over to the bed (LIKE ACTUALLY LEAPED), before crawling under the sheets, and resting your chin on his chest.

"Better?" You asked.

"You're missing something," Chris said, and you giggled, pecking his lips. "There we go!"

You laughed, as Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He placed kisses all over your head, face, and sometimes your lips.

He moved a strand of hair out of your face, and you pecked his forehead.

"I love you!" You said.

"I love you too!" He said, smiling widely, stealing another kiss from your lips.

"Can I go back to my paper now?" You asked. 

"NEVER!" Chris said. "You are cursed to stay here with me forever!"

"I don't think that's a curse," You said, giggling.

"Oh, good!" Chris said. "So that means you can stay with me."

"No, Chris, oh my God," You said, as Chris wrapped one leg around yours, locking you in place.

"There's no escaping me now, my love," Chris said. 

"Haha, very funny," You said, resting your face against his chest.

"I know, I'm just the funniest," Chris said.

"Yes, oh haha, knee slapper," You said, sarcastically.

Chris's eyes wrinkled as he started laughing.

"You're the best in the whole entire world," Chris said.

"Which world?" You asked.

"OH SHUT UP!"