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peacefulwriter88 · 7 years

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Space In Between - Part 4

A/N: I’m sooooooo excited for this next part y’all! I meant even post a part 5 immediately afterwards….things are moving and shaking!

Warnings: Just language for now....

Tag List @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx @that-theater-techie-from-kc

“I don’t believe you dragged me here.” you mumble, following Hector and Mara through the thick crowd of students as you made your way to your seats. It was Saturday afternoon and despite the chilly weather it was 75 degrees and beautiful. The stadium was filled with the contrast of Yale blue and Harvard crimson. Not only was this the biggest rivalry of the year, it was also homecoming and everyone on both sides were buzzing with with excitement.

Except you. You were grateful that the campus would be quiet and you could focus on studying before the evenings parties. That had been until Hector and some other friends from your major had showed up at your door step, forcing you and Mara to join them for tailgating and a day's worth of booze and fun. Even she had agreed that they needed to focus on work, specifically Beck’s ridiculous coursework, but one whisper from Hector, he’s handsome features loosing themselves in Maras wavy hair as he whispered convincingly in her ear, and she had easily submitted and forced you along.

Damn young love.

She had also convinced you to wear the halter style jersey you had both at a discounted rated at the school store a week back with your fitted jeans, your curves peeping from the short shirt.

“You’re beautiful and you should showcase it. Besides, a certain professor might be there,” she wiggles her eyebrows and you had thrown a pillow at her. You still wore it though and even put some effort into your makeup and spirit garb.

Perhaps you wanted to look a little cute in case he did show up.

Goddamn your young crush.

The parking lot had been packed and you all set up camp, drinking and playing cornhole while egging the other side on. It wasn’t long before you need to fill the stadium which was how you had ended up here, looking for your seats with a cold beer in your hand as you followed the large group. You find it easily and after kick off you find yourself wandering back to the work yuo still need to, applications you need to fill out for a part time job. Adulthood taking over your fun.

Mara notices that you’ve changed but doesn’t push, knowing it was a miracle to get you out. Instead she lets you sit and brood, sipping your beer and ignoring the way students are parading around you.

And then you spot him.

He’s sitting a few rows in front of you, with three guy friends, one another professor you recognize from the internship you’re applying to on campus. He’s laughing jovially, his brown hair a moussed mess as he sips beers and yells at the team during important plays. If you didn’t know it, you’d never guess he was a professor with his youthful charm, his chiseled jaw clear of any scruff. You take in the way his jeans hug his ass and his alma mater shirt is tight around his arms and you make an almost shameful load moan, taking another sip of your beer.

Blue was a great color on him.

Mara has noticed you’re suddenly silent, not even teasing the opposing team and her eyes go from you toward the direction of your distraction and she smiles, sitting down beside you. You tip the beer back, taking in his form one last time, lamenting the way he wets his puckered lips before speaking and she wraps a knowing arm around your shoulder. The crowd is loud and everyone is distracted so she knows she can speak freely and say,

“Just tell me you don’t have a crush on him and I won’t push it.”

You groan as you bite your lip and shake your head,

“Ok, only because you’ve been my best friend since forever,” you hesitate before you admit “I know its wrong but I do have the biggest hard on for him.”

She laughs, shaking her head and squeezing your shoulders.

“I know! And normally I wouldn’t encourage this negative behavior, you know idolizing over someone like him,” you throw her a look which she successfully ignores it as she says, “But you too are cute together! I’ve seen the way you both are at the coffee shop or in class. Yes, I know you slip off to Jenny’s Bean to have weird science sessions with him. I genuinely think he’s attracted to you and it's beyond just you being hot. I think you’ve piqued his interest with that sexy fucking brain of yours.”

You place your hands over your face and shake your head.

“My brain normally scares boys away.” you mumble and she laughs getting closer to your ear.

“Yeah but you’re not trying to bag a boy - you want a man. A good man I’d argue. Let's go remind him what he’s missing.”

You look at her and she giggles as she stands up.

“Gonna grab beers before the quarter ends.” she yells at the group who only throw her a thumbs up, too immersed in the close game. she loops her arms between your own as you both shimmy from your row, making your way down the stairs, going toward you and you tense up.

“Just laugh and scream go bulldogs. Promise you he’ll check you out until you’re out of his sight.”

You roll your eyes and she nudges you and you sigh, laughing obnoxiously loud as you begin to shout out go bulldogs, causing the who area to follow your lead.

Including a certain Beck.

He’s laughing with his teammates, screaming out a cheer when his eyes lock on yours as you move slowly down the stairs. You laugh and smile at him, throwing him a wink before turning and whispering to Mara. Mara who’s pretending to not be listening as she turns to watch him until you’re at the bottom of the stairs and she giggles profusely as you both walk hastily to a beer stand.

“He never took his eyes off of you. Watched you and your tight little ass walk down the stairs the whole way. Bet you dinner he’s going to follow.”

You roll your eyes and snort, though you’re smiling and shake your head.

“You’re on. I don’t believe you.”

“I have great guy powers.” she admonishes and you look at her before saying, “Yeah, which is why you and hector still aren’t a thing.”

She gives an exaggerated gasp even though she’s blushing deeply before she punches you and you laugh, clutching your stomach in amusement.

“Whatever dude.” she says in annoyance though she’s giggling too and you almost miss his voice. Almost.

“What has you two so amused?”

You both stop laughing for a second, looking at each other before you laugh again and he watches in amused confusion. Finally you say,

“I was just responding to a bad cheer she made up.”

Mara instantly nods her head to lie and he smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here, professor. Didn’t take you as football kind of guy.” you continue and he shakes his head.

“Isn’t that my line? You were the one who convinced me that you didn’t got to games. And call me Chris. We’re not in a classroom and technically I’m just filling in for your real professor.”

You ignore the way Mara elbows you as you all move up in line and you blink your eyebrows innocently before answering,

“I wasn’t going to come out. My really obnoxious roommate and group of friends told me I was lame if I stayed in to write an essay that a certain Dr. Beck is forcing on me so I relented and alas, here I am in blue and silver getting drunk off of cheap booze. Doesn’t answer my question, Chris - thought you weren’t a football guy.”

He laughs, stepping closer to you and huffs out.

“Well I’m glad Mara got you out. You deserve to have a good time - can’t take yourself too seriously. And I always go to the games but especially the ones where our rivals are involved.” he runs his hand through his hair and you catch a whiff of his cologne as you cross your arms.

“Guess you’re not as lame as I thought.”

This time he admonishes, gripping his heart exaggeratedly as he says,

“You thought I was lame?”

“You spend soo much of your time reading space articles. And testing theories in weird places on campus. And the city.”

You raise an eyebrow as he shakes his head.

“Hey, we have all this land to test on and it's just adding more foliage to the beauty of this town. And you were going to skip a game to write a paper - you are just as lame as me if not more so.”

“I am not lame!” you counter back, pushing him and he laughs as Mara rolls her eyes.

“Oh my gosh you both are lame. Really, you think talking about space all the time is fun. Geez…..” she mutters and you scoff at her as Chris laughs harder.

“Chris I wondered where you....went…. off…... too. Who are your friends?” another man, a guy from the group Chris was with, runs up beside your group. Chris smiles as he turns to him, the guy distracting him long enough for Mara to whisper, “Seriously tho, you both need to get a room. You’re both too ridiculous.”

“Shut it.” you bite back as Chris turns to you, throwing his right arm over your shoulders as he says,

“This is my friend Y/N. Y/N this is Rick.”

You’re frozen for a second. Did he just casually introduce you to his friend and pull you into his space like you were old friends? You know you drank a lot of beer but how had you gotten here, to this new friend zone? Could Mara actually be right? Wouldn’t be the first time sadly.

You recover quickly as you thrust out your hand, shaking Rick's hand and saying,

“Pleasure to meet you. You and Chris were on SpaceStationX together, right?”

“Hmmm, telling here all about me eh? Must be a dear friend.” Rick teases and Mara clears her throat, inserting her hand.

“I’m Mara. Her friend and apparently this dude’s chopped liver,” she points at Chris who blushes, shaking his head.

“Yea - this is Mara.” he says quickly and you laugh, your hand winding around his waist and he looks down at you, smiling. This was casual - two friends hanging out, getting beers at a sporting event. You can manage this. The line moves and inch and Rick says,

“So you’re obviously team Yale like this dude, feeling you’re cute little jersey.”

“Rick….” Chris mutters, shaking his head and Rick throws up his hands as Mara laughs.

“What? Can’t tell her that her and her friend have cute shirts? Im married I get boundaries.”

You laugh as you ask,

“Why thanks Rick. I know you have no loyalties so I’m assuming you’re a smart man and cheering for the bulldogs.”

He shrugs,

“I mean I could care less and I was going against this dude,” he nods toward Chris. “But you could convince me otherwise.”

You shake your head as Chris groans.

“Dude, get your shit together. You’re married.”

“Hey hey, I’m just helping you out with pick up lines. She’s obviously getting no game from you and it's obvious you’re into her.”

Thats does it. You and Mara burst out into laughter as Chris’ face goes into a deeper red, his blue eyes getting lighter with embarrassment. You can feel him trying to hide in himself and you give him a squeeze of encouragement. You could only hope Mara doesn’t decide to join in.

“Hey, hey tell me I’m not wrong. Mara, tell me your friend isn’t equally into this dude. I saw the way she was swaying her cute little butt going down the stairs knowing my dude was watching her. I’m just trying to make this happen while we’re still young and drunk.”

There’s a huge gap between you and the next person at this point as you feel your body heat up. Fuck. Of course it wouldn’t be Mara but he’s fucking honest friend exposing your business. Mara is laughing harder, nodding her head in agreement and its Chris this time who squeezes you, though he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Lets just put it out there since we’re all being honest,” you challenge Rick who is smiling and nodding his head, looking over at Chris who is covering his face with his free hand. You all move up closer to the counter as you continue. “Fine, I have a thing for Chris. Because he’s cute and funny and intelligent. I mean look at this face.”

You’re trying to will the alcohol to stop the words from flowing out of you quickly and it's Mara who clasp her hands in reverence and says,

“Yea she’s right. Beck is fine ass fuck. More her type than mine tho.”

“Mara….” you mutter under your breath and she shrugs as Chris looks at you.

“Cmon we gotta salvage this somehow.” you tease, starting to pull away from him. He stops you. His arms tighten around you as he looks down at you.

“I’m too fucking drunk for this,” he mutters before saying, “You have to know how fucking beautiful you are. Every guy at this stadium has been checking you out. That doesn’t matter though, you’re just so brilliant. I don’t know…..why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? You’re pretty damn amazing Y/N.”

The last part is said in a whisper, his eyes softening at you and for a second you forget where you are and who you’re with.

“I KNEW IT!” Mara screams out as you make your way to the counter and Rick slaps Chris on his back.

“Way to man up Beck. I’m gonna buy this round of drinks - inspired by this man’s balls for once in a long time.”

You both ignore him and you exhale before Chris clears his throat before saying to himself,

“No way a woman like you would really be interested in me though.” he pulls away and you shake your head, this time not letting him escape.

“Who says?” you counter back, catching him off guard. He watches you and you’re suddenly aware of the way his eyes flick to your lips, the way his hand is moving down your arm and you think this is it. He was going to kiss you and nothing else would matter this year.

Instead, the football stadium goes wild as a touchdown is made and you both pull away as Mara turns with two beers, handing them off to you. Then turning to give Chris two more.

Shit, you either need to get drunk more or sober the fuck up.

You take a long sip of the beer in your hands and Rick smiles, bobbing up and down as he says.

“Missing the damn game fooling with y’all. Let’s get back to it!”

Chris nods but you know something has changed. He walks in step with you, shielding you from the crowds of people as Mara and Rick talk enthusiastically as you make your way to your seats. Chris clears his throat, before saying,

“I haven’t...I don’t know how to navigate this but maybe….after the game...you and I could go and…..grab a drink or we could do it with friends or…..” he avoids your eyes as you look over at him and you give him a cheeky grin. Was this handsome god getting all tongue tied over you. What had you done for the universe to treat you so kindly.

“Are you trying to ask me out?” you admonish and he sighs, chuckling slightly.

“I might be. Yes. That.”

“Chris I’d-” you’re unable to finish the sentence as someone yells out,

“Beck! Rick. The fuck y’all been?”

You look to find the tall, semi-balding man looking down at you with another guy his age. Someone with equal blue eyes and blonde hair.

Mark. Motherfucking Watney.

You bite back all of your enthusiasm because of course he’s here. They’re like best friends. And if that wasn’t enough, Chris was going to ask you out. He was asking you out. This was turning into the best damn day of your life. Whatney and a date with Beck. You turn to him but he’s watching the first guy intently.

“Who you got there, Chris?” he asks curiously and Chris clears his throat as Rick interjects.

“Ah this is just Mara and Chris’ crush. Y/N.”

Something flashes in Alex’s eyes and you know. You know he notices you because even though you look different in casual garb, even though you could play it off like you weren’t a student you were also in his class. Also interacted with him on a day to day basis because as someone who worked intently with NASA he wanted to know if you were truly worthy.

Fuck. You needed to get hammered.

“We were just kidding around. Rick and Mara and Chris and I…..he’s just drunk.” you're trying to play it off but you know its not working. Chris places his hand on the small of your back and says crisply,

“Rick is just fucked up Alex. See you around Y/N.”

Its curt and short and you nod, jogging up to Mara as you both move quickly. Willing yourself not to look back.

“Dude so much just happened in that moment I don’t even know how to help you recover.” she mutters and you nod.

“You don’t. We get hammered and deal with it on Monday.”

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #Sebastian Stan

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