#Chris beck oneshot

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ONESHOT

all the stars are closer by @kashimos-hajime

mark watney wasn’t the only one left behind on mars, and as you struggle to survive on the desert planet, hidden feelings come to light between you and your best friend, dr. chris beck.

you’re better when you’re quiet by @extremelyblackandwhite

enemies to lovers

Drabble by @/extremelyblackandwhite

stealing chris beck’s sweaters and being in quarantine together.

A Helping Hand by @sableseb

“Are you in? Living in sin is the new thing.”

Boys in Bed with Books 5 by @jobean12-blog

You distract Chris while he’s reading in bed. 

Midnight Kiss by @navybrat817

Chris made a promise to kiss you at midnight and he intends to keep it.

Celebrate by @/navybrat817

Beck celebrates some happy news with you.

home with his starshine by @starbuckie

for the first time in twenty years yn is not spending christmas with her best friend and boyfriend. what’s a girl to do without him?

blame game by @/starbuckie

good god, chris beck pisses you off, with his ass-kissing good grades and dorky fucking glasses, but you’ve never had a better time in the sheets than when you were riding the soul out of him (and he could say the same).

dorothea by @/starbuckie

in which y/n reassures chris he can always come back home to her.

i’s wait a million years by @/starbuckie

chris tries to break up with his girlfriend when his mission requires him to be gone for a few years, but she assures him that she’ll wait for a million years until he comes home to her.

caught up in you by @intrepidacious

When Chris takes you on a nightly drive, he still has a few surprises in store for you.

right now by @traitorjoelite

chris's need for attention leads to a shocking discovery .

Imagine by @angrythingstarlight

Your boyfriend shows you all the benefits of the training facilities. Starting with the antigravity room. 

Seeing Stars by @ladyfallonavenger

Sex Pollen

leave out all the rest by @avintagekiss24

"babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that" + "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that"

stardust, moonshine by @starduststevie

chris makes your birthday better than it could ever be. you are the stardust to his moonshine, after all

Let’s Shake On It by @bucks-bunny

You were more than satisfied with your academic career, but there was one aspect of it you absolutely couldn't stand: Chris Beck.

hush by @baezen

in which the good guy gets the girl.

Burn by @matchamunson

“she’s always burned so brightly”

Stardust and Starfish by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

“Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Stardust by @after-avenging-hours

After a mix up with NASA’s resupply, you find out that you’re going to run out of your suppressant medication. The commander tries to come up with a plan to deal with your approaching heat, but how easily will she be able to control the only unmated Alpha on board?

Dancing On My Own by @wlntrsldler

Chris Beck comes back from the mission and breaks the news that he is in love with Beth to Y/N.

Start Tonight by @peppermintsparker

loving chris beck would always be your greatest adventure.

Problems Of A Spaceman by @pepsicup

Chris attempts to gain some confidence back after his fiancée leaves him, though, the journey is different than he thought it would be...

Maybe by @theimpossibleg1rl

"how do you plan a space party?" "You planet"

Gravity by @theimpossibleg1rl

Loving Chris Beck wasn’t easy.

Simp by @toastedkiwi

Mark Watney wasn’t the only one who go stuck on Mars. You were too. But you both are back with the crew.

Catching as you faint by @sebbystanimagines

i fainted during the dissection and you’re the one who caught me AU

meeting on earth by @/sebbystanimagines

Galaxy by @flowerpot101

you get seriously hurt during an incident on the shuttle and Chris saves you.

Too Much Space by @fatbottombucky

don’t worry, no one’s watching by @wintersoldier1989

“I know it’s just a stuffed animal but doesn’t it feel weird?”

The Auction by @georgiapeach30513

Your high school sweetheart Chris Beck is back in town.  Just in time for the town auction.

Peaceful Storm by @melomaniac3407

You and Chris staying inside during a thunderstorm.

Quitting Time by @navybrat817

After the work day you had, Chris wants to make you feel good... and quit your job.

SERIES

star crossed by @captainscanadian

A series of one-shots not necessarily in chronological order but still tell the story of these Star Crossed lovers.

Hermaion by @sebbystanimagines

a lucky find.

I Promise by @moonbeambucky

Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Chris Beck | Masterlist

Welcome in that little space of my thought and my fantasies of the men I adore and love.

Here you can find my work of Chris Beck. The stories they can include Fluff, Smut and Angst. Every warning is mentioned in the oneshot and I ask you to read them before you read my work. I’m not responsible for the things you read.

I take requests, so share your thoughts with me if you want to and I would love to hear what you think.

Do not copy, translate or publish my work. Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated.

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Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

— 𝐋𝐚𝐛 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

— 1.051 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | ❤️

You're Chris' new lab partner but he always had an eye on you. And when you're around each other you're really distracted.

[navybrat817]

This is an ask about few of my fav fics by you

Navy, before you i wasnt a fan of scott but after i discovered your scott fics and now I CANT STOP REREADING THEM

Like the way he is in love with his wife in every one of your oneshots is something i love about his fics. He is just so insatiable for his wife that he cant even get enough of her and he will not and im at the corner reading about them with envy.

And god, the way you write them is so good i cant help but just admire them

And also your Chris Beck fics

A - M - A - Z - I - N - G

I wasnt a fan of him even tho i watched the film like a hundred times but the way he is also so insatiable for his lover / wife is so addicting.

Also no pressure but i would love to hear more about Celebrate, Quitting Time and King Takes Queen

Oh, my! I'm stunned that I'm receiving an ask about both Scott Huffman AND Chris Beck! Those are so rare! I adore them and want them adore you since you lovelies deserve it.

Celebrate was a short, but fun, imagine. I feel like Beck would be one of the happiest men in the world upon learning he's going to be a dad. Taking you to bed is one of the best ways to celebrate. I also think he would be very hands on during your pregnancy, doing his best to be at every appointment and put the nursery together exactly how you want it.

Quitting Time was also fun. @sweeterthanthis also has a love for Beck and had a long day the day I wrote that. He makes a decent living and wouldn't want you to worry about money. If money was an issue, he's the type who would budget or cut back on stuff temporarily so you could be free of a toxic job or a place that makes you unhappy. Your happiness means everything.

With King Takes Queen, it isn't always easy to say "I love you". Scott gets that because he gets you. You don't want to be seen as his weakness if it means he could lose his world, but YOU are his world. It's nothing without you. And because he craves loyalty and honesty, he had to hear you say the words. And once those walls are down, there's nothing else between the two of you.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #scott huffman #chris beck #fic ask #writer ask #celebrate #quitting time #king takes queen #put a smile on my face #yandere stories #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[dulldeads]

ABOUT ME. . .

❛ i’m real sorry for what i put you all through..

that’s going to haunt me forever ❜ — anthony clarke !

. ˚◞♡ angie — she/her — xvii — cancer !

°.• writer && editor | videogame enthusiast !

. ˚◞♡ will poulter supremacy !

°.• the walking dead , marvel cinematic universe , the maze runner , z nation , any movies with will poulter is in , horror && comedy movies !

. ˚◞♡ the walking dead game (all seasons) , resident evil (all games) , fallout four , the dark prodigies | little hope , the last of us i && two !

— NOTES ABOUT MY FICS && ONESHOTS —

©.• i normally edit and write small fanfics for certain fandoms. i’m only in a few fandoms at the moment since i have phases in each fandom. i’m currently in the fandom of the dark prodigies | little hope , the walking dead && will poulter !

— i make oneshots more often than i make fanfics ! i could also take requests about any characters that i only know but i could try to write oneshots for some characters i don’t know about — it might not be good but i’ll try !

— CHARACTERS I LIKE —

little hope | anthony clarke , andrew , abraham , dennis clarke , daniel , david milton , vincent , john , joseph , james clarke , amy , anne clarke , angela , megan clarke , mary , taylor && tanya clarke !

the walking dead game | clementine , lee everett , kenny , louis , violet , alvin junior , luke && javier garcia !

the last of us i && ii | ellie williams , joel miller , tommy miller , dina && jesse !

resident evil | leon kennedy , chris redfield , jill valentine , carlos oliveira , piers nivans && claire redfield !

fallout four | dogmeat , codsworth , piper , porter gage , danse , deacon && nick valentine !

marvel cinematic universe | steve rogers , loki laufeyson , thor odinson , tony stark , wanda maximoff , pietro maximoff , stephen strange && peter parker !

the walking dead | negan smith , tara chambler , rosita espinosa, daryl dixon , rick grimes , maggie rhee , glenn rhee , enid , alden , paul rovia , abraham ford , beth greene , hershel greene , dale harvath , gage && carl grimes !

the maze runner | newt , thomas , gally , minho && sonya !

z nation | tenk (tommy) , addison carver , charles garnett , doc (steven beck) && alvin murphy !

— MY OCS FOR STORIES —

noelle pike (nyx) | little hope , love interest: anthony clarke (andrew) , childhood bestfriends to lovers (soulmates) !

hedy | the maze runner , love interest: newt , bestfriends to lovers (soulmates) !

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[sgt-seabass]

Do I have to get on my knees and beg for an Omega for Clockwork AU Chris Beck, coz I will 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

well my friend, I have some good news for you.

in the next oneshot, Chris Beck will be getting his dick wet.

while I don’t have plans for him to have his own omega at this stage (he doesn’t really have time since he lives and works with Nick full time) he will still be around and play a big part in the ongoing AU.

but who knows. inspiration may strike eventually and Beck might get his own little slice of heaven.

#ambs answers #clockwork au #asks are always appreciated 💙 #i love you 💙 #Chris Beck #chris beck x reader

[intrepidacious]

caught up in you

summary: When Chris takes you on a nightly drive, he still has a few surprises in store for you.

pairing: college!chris beck x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: literally just fluff, one (1) musical theatre reference, i know nothing about stars i just think they’re neat

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: “and in the middle of the night when i'm in this dream / it's like a million little stars spelling out your name” (untouchable) & “all I feel in my stomach is butterflies” (everything has changed) by taylor swift

a/n: this was written for my dear friend tiff's 1k writing challenge and it's decidedly not what i'd planned to write for this challenge, i just got a book about astronomy from the library today and this sort of just happened. surprise!! anyway, congrats again @barnesafterglow i couldn't be more proud of you <3

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The stars were as bright as Chris’ eyes that night, so when he asked you to come with him, you’d said yes without a second thought. In all honesty, you’d have taken any excuse to leave the campus behind and just drive, music blasting and quiet laughter fading into comfortable silence, watching the other cars disappear until it seemed you were the only people on the planet who were still awake.

You were set to leave for winter break early the next day, your bags already packed next to your bed, all ready for your flight home. It was a relief to finally be done with the avalanche of exams and overdue essays that’d been dragging you down all semester, senior slump getting the better of you, making you constantly irritable and exhausted.

Now, though, it’d all made space for a lovely sense of tranquility you only ever felt with Chris by your side.

You’d barely seen him all semester, your schedules vastly conflicting due to your different majors. At first you’d thought it a blessing, hoping your stubborn little crush on him would vanish just as quietly as it’d appeared if you didn’t see him that often, but you had no such luck.

Your best friend was still the most annoyingly handsome boy you’d ever met.

It didn’t help that he was also the smartest guy you knew when it came to pretty much every subject except, thankfully, your feelings for him, or that his freckles mapped out little constellations you wanted to trace up to his hairline.

Chris kept his eyes on the road while you watched his profile, but that pesky little grin appeared on his face again, the one that never failed to make your stomach flip. “We’re almost there,” he said and held out his hand for you to place another redvine in.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” you asked. There was nothing around you but the trees, and it was so dark you couldn’t see much farther than a few feet outside of the beam of your headlights.

“Patience is a virtue, you know,” he told you, still smiling.

You laughed. “You really wanna go there, Beck?”

You kept bickering until he pulled the car over a few minutes later, parking it next to a fairly steep path that led up through the line of trees. It was freezing when you got out of the car, the ground crunching softly underneath your boots. Your breath left little clouds of steam in the clear night air.

“Come on!” Chris called over when he saw you hesitating. His backpack was slung loosely around one shoulder, and he was carrying a bundle of blankets he’d pulled out of the trunk of his car.

Reluctantly, you followed him up the trail, your nose scrunched up against the wind. He’d told you to dress up warm before you left, but you felt like you were still at least two layers short of an acceptable temperature. Your eyes were watering so much you barely noticed when you emerged on a little clearing and Chris stopped walking, so you almost barreled into him.

“Careful, starshine,” he chuckled, and you felt your cheeks heat in spite of the cold.

“What are we doing here, Chris?” you muttered into your scarf as he unfolded an insulation blanket on the frozen grass.

“We,” he said, putting another blanket around you and pulling gently until you sat down next to him, “are getting the best view within driving distance.”

You looked up at the sky.

There were thousands upon thousands of stars. Not a single cloud was covering the panoply above you, and you’d left the city so far behind that no artificial light was affecting the magnificent sight. The stars were shining so brightly it almost didn’t look real.

For a while, you could do nothing but stare in awe.

“I like to come here when I need a reminder why I’m doing this,” Chris said quietly and you turned to glance at him. Your heart gave a stutter so thunderous you almost flinched. He looked just about as tired as you felt, but the stars were reflecting in his eyes like they made up his personal galaxy.

You’d always thought him beautiful, but he’d never looked quite as mesmerizing as he did right then.

He swallowed heavily, but he didn’t avert his gaze from the night sky. Probably for the better; you were sure everything you felt for him was written all across your face right then, and it felt too precious to be witnessed.

“Look, that’s Orion,” Chris said and you followed his outstretched arm back up to the stars, trying to find where he led you.

“That one?” you asked, pointing at something bright.

“No, that’s the Hyades.” You trailed more to the left and he chuckled. “That’s Mars.” He wrapped his hand around yours so that your index fingers were aligned. You couldn’t help the small gasp at his touch. “See those three stars here?”

You hummed, not trusting your vocal cords to make it through a single syllable.

“They make up Orion’s Belt. That’s Rigel, at his foot,” he continued, guiding your hand down and to the right, tracing a trapeze in the stars. “And when you follow it up this way, to his shoulder, that’s Betelgeuse.”

“Beetlejuice, huh?” you grinned. “You offering a full-time specter?”

“You bet’cha. Nerd.” You could hear the smile in Chris’ voice.

“That’s rich coming from you, space boy.”

“That’s his club, over there,” he continued, ignoring your remark. “And that’s the shield.”

“I think I see it,” you said, squinting a bit.

You expected him to let go of you, then, but instead, he tilted you further backwards until you basically laid down on the blanket.

“That one’s the brightest star in the night sky,” he said, drawing out another star formation with your fingers. “And it’s part of the Greater Dog.”

You giggled. “Is there a Lesser Dog?”

“You’re joking, but there is. Wait a second.” He directed you back to Beetlejuice and to the left. “Those two. See that line?”

“I don’t see how it’s a dog, but sure.” The wind picked up and a shiver went through you.

“Do you wanna head back to the car?” Chris asked.

“No,” you said, realizing you didn’t. He still kept hold of your hand. “I just wish I’d brought a heater or something.”

“It’s not the same thing, but there’s hot chocolate in that thermos.”

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

He laughed quietly and sat up, pulling his backpack open with one hand. When he did finally let go of you, you frowned at the loss. The first sip of your drink helped bring some warmth back to your body, at least.

Chris kept the thermos in his hand, shifting even closer and wrapping his own blanket around both of you. “That okay?” he asked softly.

Again, you could only nod. You were feeling considerably warmer already.

A movement in the distance caught your eye and you jerked your head around. “Look at that!” you gasped, blindly grabbing his arm and staring at the sky again. “Was that a shooting star?”

“Possible. There are some meteor showers around this time.” There was a short pause before he spoke again, even more quietly this time. “You should wish for something, just in case.”

When you turned towards him again, the stars in his eyes only seemed to burn brighter. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but his cheeks looked slightly flushed. You bit your lip, hard, and Chris’ gaze dropped to the movement. Your fingers involuntarily tightened around his arm and you could hear his breath hitch.

A million butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the same time.

You felt so dizzy with the lightness of it, it was easy to lean in, to let your lips meet his the way you thought about at least as many times as there were stars in his eyes, to kiss him like you’ve wanted to for so long now.

He sighed against your lips, and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. There was a fire burning in you now that made you forget about the cold, made you forget about everything but the way he tasted faintly of rootbeer and chocolate and the fact that he was actually kissing you—

“Wait,” Chris gasped against your mouth and you almost fell backwards with how fast you moved.

Your brain couldn’t form any words, not with the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, but before you could stammer out some sort of apology for your impulsiveness, he grabbed the thermos lid out of your hand, chugged the rest of its contents down and quickly screwed the bottle shut before throwing it carelessly on the ground next to you.

“Now,” he said lowly, putting his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in again, “where were we?”

If there were hundreds more shooting stars in the sky that night, you couldn’t care less.

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[badassbuchanan]

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Sheriff Lee Bodecker

Lance Tucker

Charles Blackwood

Chris Beck

Dayton White

Seb’s characters I write for.

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[caffeineghostie]

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐈𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your academic career, but there was one aspect of it you absolutely couldn't stand: Chris Beck.

W/C: 1.3k-ish

Warnings: talk of exams, some language, Beck is a bit of a jerk, one Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference.

A/N: hi! Thank you @natlovesu for requesting this piece, I hope you like it! I am not really used to writing for Chris Beck so this was a first! It turned into some sort of college au, but if this is not what you had in mind I'm happy to redo it :)

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You loved studying; you loved learning new things every day. You absolutely adored being able to pursue your interests in an academic setting, and luckily, you were also good at it. Not without sacrifices, all-nighters full of coffee, sweat and tears, of course.

But there was only one thing that you couldn’t stand: Chris Beck.

More precisely, his smirk. Right now you wanted to rip it off his annoyingly cute face.

Because of course, as much as you couldn’t stand him when he was all presumptuous about his academic career, you had to have a crush on him, and you had it since the first year of your degree course, two years ago.

You two had been introduced by a mutual friend, Mark Watney, the first week of classes, and you had been in pretty much the same friend group ever since. You’d usually study all together at a diner next to your university, revising between a hamburger and a smoothie.

Chris was reading his notes out loud, editing them and lecturing your group, and you weren’t really listening. You instead were playing with some fries on your plate, while looking at him and fantasizing about ripping that smirk you hated so much off of his annoyingly cute face.

Yes, because, ever since you met him, you had developed a crush on him, and you desperately wanted to forget about it. But he had such charisma to him, it was almost impossible.

“Earth to Y/N, Earth to Y/N!” Watney interrupted your fantasies, dangling a hand in front of you.

“What Mark?” you glared at him.

“Were you listening to me or do i need to explain it again?”

Chris always did this. There was this rivalry between the two of you, about who was better, and you both were brilliant students. But he always got that one mark more than you, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You had to do something.

“Oh shut up, like you wouldn’t like it. And then bitch about it forever,” you joked. But seriously, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. It had always been like this. There was this rivalry between the two of you, on who was better, and you both were brilliant students, but he always somehow scored that one mark more than you, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You had to do something.

“Hey, Beck! I have a proposal for you,” you called him, tossing your fry on the plate. “Next week’s exam. Let’s make a bet.”

“I’m listening”, he put his notebook down, curious about what you were saying.

“If I beat you, and I will beat you, you’ll stop making fun of me. No comments, no remarks. Nothing.”

“And what if I win?” he paused a bit, thinking, and then you saw a lightbulb go off in his head. “You and me. One day, together. You can’t complain about anything.” he smirked at you, extending his hand.

And this certainly would not help you forget your crush about him. But if this is what it took to finally get him to stop boasting about him being smarter than you, then you gladly took the risk.

“Let’s shake on it” you said, nodding. You hoped this deal wouldn’t make things worse, but you didn’t have to worry, because you were so going to win it.

****

One week later, you found yourself scouring between the results of your exam. You had studied day and night all week, and you were absolutely sure you were going to pass it with the highest mark. Beck next to you, having your same thoughts.

Your heart was thumping in your ears while looking for your ID number, and then you saw your mark: 99/100. That wasn't bad. You were certain Beck couldn’t have done better. You smiled, proud of yourself. You were so going to win this bet.

“Not too fast, Y/L/N,” Beck caught your attention, and you turned to him. He smirked, pointing to his mark., and you followed his gaze on the paper sheet in front of you.

No.

No. No. No.

He got 100.

“See, I told you. I’m the best human-slash-genius” he pointed at himself, all mighty and proud. Ugh, you hated him.

“Brace yourself, Y/L/N. Twenty-four hours starting from” he paused, looking at his watch, “ now. And I'm gonna make sure to be extra-pretentious.” he winked at you.

Oh, you were so fucked.

********

“So how are we gonna do this?” he asked you. .

“I don’t know. This was your idea. To kidnap me,” you let your bag fall to the ground, while letting yourself plop on the bed.

He brought you back to his dorm room, which he shared with Watney. Unfortunately, Mark had to visit a relative back home, and he would not be back for a couple of days at least.

Leaving you all alone with Mr-Know-It-All over there.

“And what a great idea it was. I’m brilliant!” he put particular emphasis on the last word, observing you to get your reaction.

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes “Well, if you excuse me, your highness” you hinted a bow at him, “I need to study” you started taking your notes out of your bag.

“Relax a bit. We still have a month before the next exam.” he sit at his desk in front of you.

“Nope” you popped the p, “I need to get ahead of you because next time, I’m going to make you pay for it. ”

“Oh, come on Y/N/N, let’s go do something fun.”

*******

Turns out, Beck wasn’t that much of an asshole that you thought he was. Yes, he still was a pretentious idiot, but you know he did it on purpose, just to get on your nerves.

In the entire day, you spent together, you actually had fun.

You spent the day at the park, basking in the sun, which was much needed. You didn’t think you’d enjoy this.

Now the both of you were hanging out on a bench. He had even got you an ice cream as a thank you for agreeing to this whole thing with him.

"You could have made these 24 hours a hell for me, but you didn’t. And I really had fun. So thank you”

“Come on, you think that I'm that bad of a person? Man, you really must hate me,” he joked

“I don’t, actually. You just get on my nerves sometimes. Most of the time. But, you know, I don’t hate you.” which was actually true.

“Good, because I don’t hate you, either.” he smiled. You were glad, you were happy to be friends with him, even if sometimes he was a pretentious asshole.

"Actually, that's kinda the whole point," Chris chuckled nervously, playing with his hands. What was going on?

"Uh?"

"Yeah, uhm," He mumbled, turning all red.

"What, the cat got your tongue?" you teased him. You had never seen him this flustered, and you were going to take your sweet time with it.

"Oh please,” he composed himself. “The thing is, Y/N, I- I like you,” he confessed, looking at you.

“What?” you couldn’t believe this was happening, he’d always been picking on you.

“Yeah, I have for a while actually, and I just wanted a chance to show you I’m not that mean, a-and I’m sorry if I seemed-”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, and then you kissed him. It was a soft kiss, you could taste the strawberry ice cream he had on his lips.

“So, I get it you like me too?” he asked, smiling at you.

“Mh, what do you say, genius, it's you that knows everything!” you chuckled.

He laughed, but then kissed you again. His kisses were so sweet and intoxicating, and you mentally bashed yourself for not having confessed before.

Chris pulled away, looking at you in the eyes, the smirk you hated so much appearing again on his face.

"So… you want to bet on the next exam, Y/L/N?" he whispered.

Asshole.

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[earlgreydream]

stargazing.

| Chris beck x reader | fluff |

stargazing 🪐

a/n: for my dyad, who I love more than all of the stars @fitzfiles​

“I don’t know how you did it, Chris. How you went up there,” you thought aloud, your head resting on your folded arms. Your sheets were cool against your body, offering relief from the warm summer air. You’d been thinking about when your boyfriend went to space, and how lonely it must have been, far away amongst the stars. 

Your boyfriend smiled, brushing hair from your face.

“It was incredible. I’d do it a million times over, but with you,” he said, and you buried your face into the pillow. He kissed your head, gently nudging your cheek with his nose, trying to get you to roll back over to face him. 

“No, I could never. The idea of being out there, where the universe just goes on forever... trapped...” you shuddered, peering out from the pillow. That made Chris laugh. While the two of you were nothing alike, you were a balanced couple. To him, being in space was the dream, but to you, it was your greatest fear. 

“You just don’t love space the way I do.”

“You’re right,” you agreed.

The night was quiet after that, the two of you falling into a peaceful sleep. You were glad he was home on earth, safe in your arms. You stirred in the night, roused by the gentle hum of cicada. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around Chris, snuggling tighter on his chest.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you whispered in the dark. 

No one heard the plea, the earth long asleep.

.

Chris was up making breakfast, awake long before you. While you would sleep until mid-afternoon, he was an early riser, ready to conquer the day before the sun rose. 

As eggs and bacon sizzled on the stove, he thought about you, about ways to get you to love space. He understood your fears, but he wanted to share his passion with you, and connect what he loved most-- you and the stars.

An idea crossed his mind, and he devised a plan. He thought of when he first fell in love with the stars, and he wanted to give you a similar experience. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts and schemes when arms wrapped around his waist from behind. You squeezed him tightly, laying your head against his back, resting between his shoulder blades. You’d been lured to the kitchen by the smell of breakfast, and the soft sounds of Chris’ music that floated through the halls. 

“Good morning, love of my life,” he turned in your arms, cradling your face and pressing his lips delicately against yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, adoring his affection for you. After giving him another slightly-too-long kiss, you pulled away and walked to the fridge. He served the food, and you added fruit that had been sliced the night before. 

The two of you ate breakfast on the porch, enjoying the dewy morning weather. Eating breakfast together outside was a morning ritual for the two of you-- everything else in life could wait until you’d shared intimate moments with each other, carving out time together. 

. 

“Y/N, wake up baby,” Chris hummed, kissing your cheeks, standing beside the bed. 

Your sleepy brain tried to push his face away, fighting against being pulled from your rest. He just laughed, tugging the blankets off and making you open your eyes in discontent. Your vision took a moment to adjust to the dark, and you made out Chris, standing beside you in sweats. He was very much awake, and you wondered whether he’d even gone to bed that night. 

The clock informed you it was past midnight, and you wondered what he could possibly want from you that was worth waking you for. 

“This better be good,” you yawned, considering rolling back over and pulling the duvet over your head. 

“I’ve got a surprise,” Chris grinned before kissing you happily.

You hadn’t seen the astronaut so giddy since he got home, and you couldn’t help but feel excited. He took your hand and pulled you out of bed, making your brow furrowed in confusion. Even though you were curious about what prompted his joy, you were apprehensive about leaving in the middle of the night.

“Chris, what are we doing?” You asked, pulling one of his grey NASA hoodies over your head. You often stole them, comforted by wearing his clothes. The NASA hoodies were your favorite, because they were so very him.

You followed him out to his truck, seeing that there had been blankets and pillows piled in the bed.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll see, just come on!” He opened the passenger door for you and helped you inside. You buckled your seatbelt and smiled, seeing coffee in to-go cups in the cupholders. Your name was written across the lid of one, and you opened, it, sipping the creamy drink that held hints of vanilla. 

“Thank you.”

He nodded, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out of your quiet neighbourhood. An old Bon Iver CD played in the stereo, surrounding you with calm melodies. 

Chris drove you out into the country, far away from the city lights. It was so dark, it was like ink, making you feel small. He sensed your uneasiness, and he reached out and threaded his fingers in yours. 

“I love you,” he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“I love you too.”

Chris parked the truck in a field, helping you out and into the bed. You weren’t quite sure what you were doing, but you took his hand and stepped on the tire, swinging your leg over the side. His hand stayed on your hip until you were safely inside, before he climbed up after you.

He settled on his back amongst the pillows and blankets, and you did the same. 

In an instant, it became clear why he’d brought you out here. The sky was filled with millions of tiny, glittering stars. They seemed to pulse above you, igniting the darkness with ethereal light. 

“Chris, it’s beautiful,” you breathed, enamoured by the gorgeous night sky. 

A shooting star fell overhead, and you gasped, making him grin. He pointed out constellations to you, the dippers, aquarius, and orion, guiding your line of sight to make out the shapes in the stars. 

“Stargazing is what made me fall in love with the sky. I wanted to share it with you,” he spoke, and you squeezed his hand that held yours. 

Chris had stopped looking at the stars, instead turning his head to gaze at you. The universe was reflected in your eyes, your face filled with wonder as you studied the night. The moon illuminated your skin, making you look just as ethereal as the stars. 

You felt the heat of his gaze, turning to meet his deep silver eyes. The distance between you fell away as you leaned in, connecting with a burst of passion and heat. It was just you, raw and open and loving below the glittering of a million constellations, all of the wonder that Chris had left to be with you. He didn’t doubt his choice for even a second. 

“Thank you, for everything. For loving me as much as the stars,” you spoke, breaking the silence that pulsed with its own heartbeat.

“I love you more than all of the stars.”

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[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

Stardust and Starfish ~ Chris Beck x Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I hope you’re all doing well in these crazy times. I hope you are staying safe and healthy.I apologize for the radio silence. I’ve had a lot going on, and I haven’t been able to really write anything. But I’m trying to chug along, and I’m focusing on finishing out my WIPs, so hopefully I’ll have more to share with you soon. 

Without any further ado, this is a fic for my Whippersnapper Daughter @captainscanadian​ ‘s CBC 1K Writing Challenge, which I was supposed to complete a million years ago, but I didn’t quite manage it. So here you are love, I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing Chris Beck. I’ve never seen the Martian. I literally only know that he’s a fluffy space nerd (at least based on fics), so hopefully this is okay. 

Enjoy!

Prompt:  “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language, I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 3251

Ahh graduation. A time of endings. A time of beginnings. A time for throwing caution out the window and kissing boy you’ve had a crush on all year.

You were clutching your diploma as you dodged around the other graduates looking for one classmate in particular. You finally spotted him munching on a handful of goldfish by the refreshment table.

“Hi, Rocket!”

“Hi, Bubbles!”

“Oh there you kids are. Come on. Get close. We need a picture.”

“Smile, Chris!” his dad coaxed before shuffling the two of you together.

“Big smiles!”

You each threw an arm around the other grinning wildly.

“Say, I’m ready for first grade.”

“I’m ready for first grade!” you both chorused.

“Well, we should get going. We’ll go get your stuff. Say goodbye to Chris, sweetie.”

“Okay, Mom!”

You hugged him tight.

“I just wanted to say that I really like you and I really like your book of stars.”

“Thanks! I really like your book about the ocean!” He grinned, blue eyes lighting up.

Before you could chicken out you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips like you’d seen your mom do with your dad whenever she said goodbye.

Chris squeaked in surprise and went rigid and red as a tomato. Before either of you could say anything your mom returned with your backpack.

“Y/n, honey, time to go.”

“Okay. Bye, Chris! Have fun at camp! See you next year.”

“See you,” he waved absent-mindedly, still wide-eyed.  

“Come on, we’re gonna be late,” your best friend whined as she waited for you to finish feeding your starfish.

“We’ll be fine. The talk doesn’t start until five.”

“It’s four-fifty.”

“Seriously? Shit okay. This is the last tank.”

You tossed in the mix of their food, scrubbed your hands before following AJ out of the lab.

You raced to the auditorium halfway across the campus, grateful for the reserved seats Casey had promised you. You looked around for the postdoc in question once you’d settled in, and you spotted her at the edge of the stage chatting with the distinguished speaker, Dr. Chris Beck.

“You’re staring,” AJ whispered. “Are you crushing on the guest speaker too?”

”He just seems really familiar,” you muttered back, squinting.  

“I mean he has been all over the news for the past few years.”

“No, it’s like I’ve met him before.”

“Maybe you saw him during your sting at Yale?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

You weren’t totally convinced but it made the most sense, even though you were pretty sure that your times didn’t overlap.

Before you could think too much more about it, the dean of the medical school started introducing him. Not that he needed it.

You, and nearly everyone else, were completely captivated by Dr. Beck. When it was announced at the end of the talk that Dr. Beck would be taking the equivalent of a sabbatical at the university and teaching a short seminar series starting in the Spring the excitement was palpable.

“I can’t believe astro-hottie is joining the faculty,” AJ giggled.

“I know right. That’s going to be fun.”

The crowd was slow to exit the auditorium, and you were surrounded by excited chatter.

“So do you want food first or should we try to score an intro?”

“Food. I’m sure he’ll be swarmed for a while. Besides, Casey is his host, I’m sure she’ll get us a chance to talk to him.”

“Perks of being friends with astrophysics postdocs.”

“True.”

After the formal dinner with the grad students and postdocs, Chris was enjoying himself so much that some of them continued the evening at a pub just down the road from the campus. He had been happily listening his company discuss some of his more interesting results when he happened to notice you walk in. You had changed into a short black dressed and donned a deep blue leather jacket against the cold.

Casey noticed his distraction and silently cheered. Clearly the newest faculty member was interested in her friend, and judging by your reaction to him at the reception you were interested as well, so she excused herself to join you at the bar.

“Hey, Case. How’s it going?” You greeted her.

“Good. Didn’t expect to see you two here tonight.”

“We were supposed to go to the new restaurant down the street, but they lost our reservation,” AJ explained.

“So, we decided to keep it low key,” you continued.  

“Gotcha. Well, do you want to join us?”

“Who’s us?”

“A few of the ones who went to dinner and Chris.”

She glanced over her shoulder and you and AJ followed her line of attention.

“Oh, so it’s Chris now?” you smirked, though it faltered when he caught your eye and smiled.

“He told us to. He’s really chill actually. You should come hang out,” she pressed.

“We’d love to,” AJ answered for you.

“Great. Grab your drinks and come over.”

She happily flounced back to the table, rejoining the conversation.

“AJ,” you hissed.

“What? Are you gonna tell me you don’t want to hang out with hunky space doctor you made goo goo eyes at all afternoon?”

“I did not make goo goo eyes at him.”

Your best friend rolled her eyes.  

“Yes you did. Y/n, come on. Live a little. It’s just a few beers with a bunch of grad students.”  

You looked at them, listening intently as he spoke. It looked more like a study group than anything which put you at ease.

“They’ve been talking for like five hours. I’m sure it will break up soon and then we can just hang out with Casey.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

“Good,” she grinned before leaning on the bar to order your drinks.

You discretely checked out your hair in the mirror behind the bar and swiped on a bit of lip gloss.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” AJ smirked as she handed you your gin and tonic.

“Shush.”

You bumped your hip against hers as you made your way to the table.

There was a pause in the conversation as you approached.

“There you are. Come sit.”

AJ had already taken the one open seat next to James, the med student she had been crushing on, which left you to join Dr. Beck on the bench seat. He scooted over to give you more room when you sat down.  

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled shyly.

You momentarily got lost in his eyes.

“Did you three meet earlier?” Casey asked, breaking you out of the moment.

Heat clawed up your neck in embarrassment. Though you were relieved to see Dr. Beck seemed equally flustered. He cleared his throat twice as he bobbed his head in the affirmative.  

“Yes, Y/n and AJ right?”

“Yes. So, Dr. Beck, what were you all discussing?”

“First of all, please call me Chris. And second, we were discussing my research on the effect of zero gravity on muscle development.”

“Fascinating.”

You were easily caught up in the conversation as he explained his results and discussed data sets. His passion for research seemed to pour out of him. The discussion was lively, although you found yourself dominating the conversation. It contrasted nicely with your own research on technology for deep sea research. You were so invested that you didn’t notice the others leaving. At least not until they rang the bell for final call and you actually paid attention to your surroundings.

“Umm, when did everyone leave?”

Chris looked as confused as you were.

“I have no idea. I guess I am boring. I hope they don’t do that when I start lecturing next semester,” he chuckled.

“I’m sure they won’t. You’re an excellent presenter. Probably they got tired of me monopolizing you. Sorry about that,” you sighed as you played with a straw wrapper.

“Please don’t apologize. I was actually hoping to get a chance to talk to you.”

“Really?”

You wanted to smack yourself for the hopeful tone.

“Yes. I was disappointed when you left the reception early.”

“Oh, well, one of the octopuses next door escaped and that’s no good for anyone in the department.”

“I can imagine.” He smiled crookedly as the few patrons remaining started to pay their tabs.

“I guess we should go,” you pointed out reluctantly.

“Yeah. We should,” he agreed.

You both closed out and exited the bar.

“So, do you want to split an Uber?” he offered.

“I don’t live far. I was actually going to walk it.”

Chris looked appalled.

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I’ve done it before,” you argued.

He appraised you closely, trying to determine how stubborn you were. The conclusion… very.

“Can I at least walk you back then?”

“You don’t have to,” you assured him.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t know you made it home safely. Please?”

He pouted at you. Who could resist those blue eyes?

“You really don’t…”  

“I want to,” he admitted. “I uhh I’m not quite ready for the night to be over.”

Your answering smile was wide.

“In that case, I could use the company.”

“Excellent. Lead the way,” he offers you his elbow.

You looped your arm through his and started walking back towards your apartment.

You made the five minute walk in companionable silence. The feeling of familiarity had deepened over the course of the evening and you felt like you were walking with an old friend.

“Well, this is me,” you sighed, not ready to say good night.

“It was really nice getting to spend time with you, Y/n.”

“You too.”

“I know it’s late, and I’m sure that you want to get to bed, but would you mind terribly if I waited inside for my uber. I’m not sure how long it will be to get someone willing to go all the way to Hartford.”

“They have you staying in Hartford while you’re here?”

“They offered me a hotel room in New Haven, but I opted to stay with my folks. Wasn’t planning on closing down a bar after my talk,” he smirked.

You debated for a moment.

“I have a guest room. You are welcome to stay if you like. I have to go to Hartford tomorrow, so I could drive you back if you want.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I promise. You’re never going to get an uber that far this late.”

“If you really don’t mind. That would be great.”

“Come on in.”

You unlocked the door and flipped on the lights, leaning on the edge of the couch to take off your boots.

“Are you hungry or thirsty?”

Before he could respond, your stomach growled for an embarrassingly long time. He bit back laughter.

“Well apparently I am.”

You looked at your stomach as if it were a traitor.

“I could eat.”

“Alright, let’s see what I have. It’s been a while since I went food shopping.”

Chris smiled as he took in the warm surroundings, and he found himself drawn to the art on the walls next to your desk. He could hear you rummaging around in your refrigerator while he tried to figure out why he recognized the image.

“So I threw in a frozen pizza and I’ve got Oreos.”

You shook the pack at him as you planted yourself on the couch.

“Excellent.” He grinned, joining you on the couch and taking a cookie. “That print is amazing. Where did you get it?”

“It’s figure 3A in my Nature paper. I had it blown up when it made the cover.”

“That’s why I recognize it. That was an excellent paper.”

“Thank you. It certainly has been a highlight of my career so far.”

“So what drew you to marine biology?”

“I was obsessed with the ocean as a kid. And adventure books. I wanted so desperately to explore the part of our world that’s so vast and unknown. I wanted to work on a submarine or at least at sea.”

“So how did you end up in a lab on land?”

“I did a semester at sea which was amazing but permanent spots on research ships and subs are few and far between. But I am also working with the engineering department on deep sea equipment.”

“Hence your expertise in muscle mass in high pressure.”

“Precisely.”

You chewed on an Oreo thoughtfully as you regarded him.

“So, why did you become a space doctor? It’s not the most traditional job in the world,” you mused.

“I suppose it isn’t. Well I wanted to be astronaut first. Like you, I was obsessed with space from really early on. But as I got older I grew to love physiology and anatomy over engineering for example. For a little while, I thought I’d have to give up my dream. And then I realized they had flight surgeons.” He smiled at the memory. “So I worked my butt off and ended up actually going into space.”

Chris shifted leaning his head back and looking up as if he could see the stars through your ceiling. You propped your head in your hand as you leaned on the back of the couch.

“Is it surreal being back on earth?”

“That’s a good word for it.” He let his head loll to the side to look at you. “I’m glad to be home, but it’s so strange. Sometimes I spend all day in my room because I forget I can leave. And noises of the city – that’s trippy after months in space.”

“I bet.”  

Your conversation flowed easily as you scarfed down the pizza. The sun came up and you were still talking.

You’re not sure how or when, but you must have fallen asleep talking, because you woke up tucked under a blanket on your couch to the smell of pancakes.

“Good morning,” Chris called, when he saw your head pop up.  

“Morning. What time is it?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes.

“A little after eleven.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Since around eight.”

You stopped mid-stretch to stare at him.

“We didn’t fall asleep until like 5.”

“I’m still used to really short sleeping shifts. I hope you don’t mind. I made breakfast.”

“I do not mind at all.”

After washing up and changing into some fresh clothes, you enjoyed breakfast together.

“So what do you have to do in Hartford?” he asked, taking the clean plate from your hands to dry it.

“Going to visit my sister and my favorite baby nephew.”

“Aww. How old is he?”

“Four. So not actually a baby, but…”

“I get it. What time do you need to leave?”

“Around one.” You shrugged. “We’ve got time.”

“Thank you for letting me stay. Last night was wonderful,” he added, quietly.

“Yes, it was.”

“This might sound strange, but I feel like I’ve met you before.”

You froze, water spilling off the plate.

“Sorry, that was weird,” he mumbled quickly avoiding eye contact.

“No. No, it’s not that.” You dropped the plate into the sink and turned off the water. “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

“Oh thank god.”

“AJ was convinced it was just because I’d seen you on the news. But if you feel it too…”

“But where we would have crossed paths?”

He crossed his arms as he considered it.

You spent the next twenty minutes trying and failing to find a single place you might have run into each other.

“Junior Leadership Conference?”

“In D.C. in 2014?”

“Yeah.”

You racked your brain.

“It must be that, right?”

“I can’t think of anywhere else.”

“Huh.”

You both watched each other, not quite believing it, but also unable to come up with a better answer. You let it stand as you got ready to drive to Hartford.

“Do you mind grabbing the books off the front table?” You grabbed your keys and your bag. “I don’t want to forget them.”

“Sure thing.”

He shuffled through the pile of children’s books, smiling when he came across the National Geographic First Big Book of the Ocean as you walked to your car.

“Oh these books were awesome.”

“Which one?”

“Big book of the ocean.” He held it up for you to see. ”I had all of them, but the space one was my favorite when I was a kid.”

“I’m shocked,” you deadpanned as you started the car.

He mock glared at you.

“No but seriously, I took the space one with me everywhere. I was obsessed. In kindergarten, the other kids started calling me-“

“Rocket,” you murmured.

“Good guess.”

“Not a guess. I know how we know each other,” You announced, desperate to look at him, but keeping your eyes straight ahead. “You went to Aldrin Elementary for Kindergarten didn’t you.”

“Yeah. Wait,” He looked at the book in his hands before opening to the back cover.

“Rocket and Bubbles,” he hummed, running his fingers over the crayon scrawl. “I can’t believe it. It’s you.”

You glanced at him at a stoplight. He had a fond look in his eyes.

“I knew you were familiar. But I don’t remember your name being Chris. Even before we started calling you Rocket.”

He bit his lip rocking slightly in embarrassment.

“I convinced my mom to let me go by my middle name Richard, which I made into Ricky, because there were four other Chris’ in our class.”

“Oh my god. That’s right. You were Ricky the Rocket. We thought we were so funny.”

Neither of you could contain your smiles.

“What happened? Why did you leave?”

“My dad had to move to Boston for his job. We didn’t find out until like a week before school.”

“I thought about you for the longest time. I was so bummed when you didn’t come back.”

“I was too. I cried all the way to Boston.”

“And now, all these years later.”

“Together again.”  

You reached over and took his hand, and he twined your fingers.

You were both quiet for the rest of the ride, lost in thought. You only spoke to ask directions to his parent’s place, which you remembered quite well.

“Can I take you to dinner sometime?”

“I would love that. Tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

You bit your lip as you both hesitated, before you leaned across the armrest and kissed him. His eyes went wide and his cheeks turned pink, and you suddenly didn’t know how you ever failed to recognize him.

“You looked the same way the first time I kissed you,” you giggled.

“Not my fault you keep surprising me.”

“You’re cute when you’re mmf.”

You were cut off by his lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and you felt yourself melting into it as his hand cradled the back of your head.  

“You were saying…” he smirked at you when you both pulled back panting.  

You started to respond when you looked over his shoulder.

“That your mom totally just saw us making out in my car.”

He glanced over his shoulder before letting his head drop in embarrassment when his shocked mother turned on her heel and hurried into the house with her groceries.  

“On that note. Six o’clock tomorrow?”

“You’re on, Rocket.”

“See you, Bubbles.”

He pecked you once more on the lips before getting out of the car, whistling his way up the walk.

You smiled to yourself as he waved from the porch and you drove off.

This was going to be an adventure. Your biggest yet.  

A/N: Yeah, so this ended up very differenlty from how I planned, but I hope you all enjoyed! I had fun writing Chris Beck. Congrats again on the milestone that was like 3 milestones ago lol. Love you @captainscanadian​

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[hesitate9]

Masterlist

I only write about Sebastian Stan and Harry Styles. I am always open to requests. I tolerate no hate. The plots are my own do not copy them.

(Series)

Instagram:

Summary: Your and Sebastian story through Instagram posts, texts and some real life chapters.

(Series)

The Enchantress:

Summary: When Y/N was 5 years old she was kidnapped by H.Y.D.R.A. she was schooled, trained and given a super soldier serum when she was 10. Bucky Barnes a fallen war hero was captured by H.Y.D.R.A. due to his fall from the train. Bucky and Y/N always had a nice relationship no matter how many time H.Y.D.R.A. tried to erase Y/N from Bucky’s memories Bucky would never forget her. If anyone would even think of harming her.. The Winter Soldier would just as much almost kill them. Bucky helped Y/N escape when she was 15.

Read Y/N and Bucky’s story from start.

Until The Stars Grow Old (Coming Soon!):

Sneak Peak

King James Barnes III of Astoria and King Tony Stark of Fasire are sworn enemies. Queen Winnifred Barnes of Astoria and Queens Pepper Potts were bestfriends. Their kids Prince James Buchanan Barnes IV and Y/N Stark have never met each other and when they do they fall in love. Their mothers are overjoyed but their fathers have no clue. Would the kings be ready to put their differences aside for their kids happiness or would they marry them off to someone else?

(One Shots)

The Sin of Pride:  What happens when Bucky finds out you are not what he thought you are.

As Long As You Love Me:  Bucky feels insecure and Y/N tries to make him feel better.

(One Shots)

Birthday Boy and Birthday Girl:  You are 9 months pregnant waiting for your first baby a baby girl to arrive to the world little did you and Harry know it would be on the same day Harry was born.

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[fandom-fic-rec]

Homeward Bound

Fandom: The Martian

Ratings: General

Warnings:

Relationship: Chris Beck/ Mark Watney

Characters: Chris Beck, Mark Watney                   

Summary

557 days after being left on the Mars, Mark Watney is finally back on board the Hermes. Dr. Chris Beck is the first one to see him after the rescue.

Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4880431#main

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[teamatsumu]

Keep Me In Your Heart

Summary: Some things are too beautiful to be preserved in pictures. These things are meant to be captured in your heart instead.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word Count: 2,051

Warnings: Literally none. So much fluff

From a young age, you had had a knack of noticing things that others couldn't. When someone would look at a bowl of chopped fruit, they would think about eating it. When you would look at it, your eyes would take in the vivid coloration, the random scattering of the pieces, the pale white ceramic of the bowl, and how that simple bowl presented itself as a piece of art.

It came as no surprise when you decided to pursue a career in photography. To you, everything in the world had art hidden inside it in a crevice somewhere, waiting to be discovered. You had made it your job to find all the art in the world and showcase it in the best way you could. Too much beauty went unseen every day, overshadowed by the war, blood and screams of the hurt and the injured. People needed to see the beautiful things in life, to be reminded that life was worth living.

Eventually, it was all your eyes looked for. When you would walk down the street, your eyes would always halt at different locations on different items. The colors, the symmetry, or even the asymmetry, whatever you would find fascinating, you would capture. The photos would go on your blog, or if they were personal enough, you would keep them for yourself.

It wasn't long before people began noticing your work. Soon enough, you had companies reaching out to you for sponsors, and promotions. Your career was taking off, and you couldn't be happier. It was something you were passionate about, something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. Work never seemed like work to you anymore. It was your life, a life you were completely content with.

It was just like any other day today. The cafe you had stopped to have breakfast in was bustling with people. It was located in a beautiful area of New York, and you could almost feel your veins buzzing with the excitement of the opportunities that Manhattan presented to you. You placed your camera on the table before you after giving your order to the waitress, rifling through your bag for a different, more suitable lens. You were humming a tune you had heard on the radio that morning and couldn't get out of your head. When your breakfast was placed before you, you looked up to give the waitress a grateful smile.

You were just about to dig in when your eyes caught the booth in the opposite corner of the cafe, next to the window. Your breath hitched at the sight, stilling, feeling your heart beat rise the longer you stared.

You didn't know how you hadn't seen him yet, how he hadn't been the first thing your eyes had rested on. There was a certain radiance about him, a magnetism that seemed to pull you in. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding, eyes scanning the air around him.

It was the perfect setting. The light from the window fell over his face as delicately as his eyelashes brushed against his skin. Skin that looked soft, mostly smooth apart from the thick beard across his jaw. A single strand of hair fell over his face then, catching on his eyelashes as he lowered his head to take a sip from his coffee cup.

Your hand unconsciously flitted over the table before you, trying to find your camera without taking your eyes off the specimen before you. Your hands automatically moved over it, flicking the switch on and raising the camera to your eyes. A click sounded when you snapped a photo, but you didn't stop. In quick succession, you snapped a few more, switching the man's placing in the frame with each click. Before you could lower the camera, he looked up eyes looking straight at you through the lens. You snapped another picture.

The camera lowered quickly, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks when the man smirked in amusement, lips curling upward in a sweetly sensual way. You cleared your throat and smiled sheepishly, embarrassed beyond belief. You turned to your food that had already lost half its warmth by then, placing your camera on the table. You could still feel his gaze burning holes in your body, and you wanted to vanish right then.

What the hell? You had never photographed anyone without permission, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. But now you had just snapped multiple photos of an unaware man. Unable to help yourself, you stood up, grabbing your camera and walking to where the man sat with his coffee.

He seemed surprised that you had approached him, but his face remained open and kind. He didn't look like someone who had just had his privacy invaded. Instead, he projected a warm, inviting vibe.

“I'm sorry about that.” You gestured behind you. “I swear, I'm not a stalker. I'm a photographer. I shouldn't have taken pictures without asking. I can delete them if you want?”

The man chuckled and shook his head. “May I see them?”

You nodded, taking a seat next to him when he scooted over and gestured for you to sit. You turned on the little screen to show him the newly snapped pictures, watching his face as he clicked through them.

Up close, he was even more breathtaking. His eyes were a brilliant crystal blue, almost verging on a stormy grey. His hair reflected chocolate against the sun rays, and there was a minute scattering of freckles over his skin. It only made him look even more heavenly. Someone flawed, yet so perfect.

He smiled at you, making you blink and jolt out of your trance.

“These are very good.” He complimented. “You have a good eye for choosing surroundings.”

You let out a surprised laugh, staring at him incredulously. “The surroundings? I'm amazed you noticed that when the main focus is so captivating.”

You were flirting, you knew that. And he probably did as well, with the way his smile widened and his head tilted, studying you.

You shifted a bit under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Should I delete them?” You ask, gesturing to the camera still in his hands.

He shook his head, handing it to you. “No. Keep them. There's an energy about them that I can't quite place. Would be a shame if you deleted them.”

You rested your elbow on the table, placing your chin on your open palm and smiling. “A shame indeed.”

He laughed a bit, looking away for a brief second. His precious smirk and smoldering stare had been a sight, but his shy demeanor and short laughs made him even more endearing. You could tell he wasn't good with compliments, and that gave you an urge to just compliment him even more.

“Thank you, though.” You added, fiddling with the camera in your lap. “Would you mind if I put one on my blog? You can say no, that's totally fine too.”

He shook his head. “I don't mind at all. But maybe you can have dinner with me sometime in return?”

You blinked, eyebrows raising before a giggle escaped you. You felt a giddy feeling spread in your chest as you nodded. “I would love that.”

He offered his hand, then. “Sebastian.”

You shook it, feeling your skin buzz where it met his. His palm was soft and warm, and you wished you could just hold it forever. “Y/N.”

………….

There was something almost magical about Sebastian Stan.

His features reminded you of beauty described in books written about vintage times. Symmetrical, sculpted to perfection. A sloping nose, high cheekbones, strong jaw, pink lips that would part in wonder. His eyelashes sweeped over his cheeks, eyes so clear, so blue, yet so filled with millions of untold stories. Sebastian was created by the gods, yet his most fascinating trait was the millions of secrets hidden in his eyes.

You would watch him, completely in awe as he would talk, telling you a new story he had just remembered and wanted to share with you. Your camera would be long forgotten, because moments like these were made only to be captured by your mind. You didn't want to frame them in a picture, you wanted to ingrain them in your brain.

For years whenever you looked at something, your initial response would be to peer at it through a lens and snap a picture. It was an instinct that had become part of your daily life. But now you realized that not all art was meant to be preserved. Some was just meant to be enjoyed. That was what made art so captivating. It's uncertainty. It's unreliable sustenance. Art was fleeting, and that's what made it art.

Sebastian was art.

You wanted to look at him all day. You wanted to memorize the miniscule bumps of his skin and the pinpricks of brown stubble on his jaw. You wanted to remember the caramel in his hair when the sun hit it just right. He was yours. He wasn't your camera’s. Sebastian was for your eyes only.

Soon, you learned other ways to memorize him. You let your hands map out the crevices of his skin that your eyes had missed. You let your fingertips feel his heartbeat as they rested over his pulse. You let your lips move against his own, reveling in their softness. Your ears, perking up at the sound of his laugh, and your breaths, inhaling him like he was air.

There were other ways to capture art than the superficial, and Sebastian taught you every single one.

He taught your heart to beat just a little faster when he was near you. Your breath to hitch when he looked at you. Your stomach to flutter when he smiled at you. The hair on your arms to stand up when he touched you.

It was Sebastian who taught you to love art the way it should truly be loved.

“What're you thinking about?” His breath was warm as it tickled your neck, making you smile. You didn't open your eyes. With Sebastian, it was all about feeling. You didn't need to look at him to know how beautiful he was.

“You.” You replied, content with his weight on your side, his face buried in your neck. You felt him shake as he laughed, lips pressing against your skin briefly before he shifted, making you finally open your eyes and look at him.

“What about me?”

You ran a hand over his bare arm, tracing his skin. “How much I love you.”

Sebastian’s smile was soft, body still pliant against you. He pressed his lips to your jaw, letting them linger there for a bit before he turned.

“I got something today.” He declared, shuffling around in the bedside drawer. You waited patiently for him to show you, eyebrows raising in surprise when he held the object out.

“A Polaroid camera?” You asked, making him nod. He shuffled upwards, using his unoccupied arm to turn you both so he was flat on his back and you were on your side. Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around his bare torso.

“Smile.” He said, making you giggle and grin. The click of the camera signaled the photo being taken. You watched as the picture came out, watching patiently as your grinning faces became clearer on the Polaroid.

You couldn't help your smile as you watched Sebastian trace a thumb over your face in the picture, your tired but tranquil smile, eyes only half open, pressed to his side and face right next to his own. His smile was just as wide as yours.

“Now you'll have me with you forever.”

You smiled, turning so your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his scent and suddenly hyper aware of every part where your body touched his.

“I already have you with me forever.” You stated, taking his hand and placing it just over your heart, watching him smile as he felt your heart pound against your chest, still excited to be with him, still as breathless as that first day in the cafe.

He didn't reply verbally. He only leaned in to press his lips gently to yours.

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[ramblingaboutthings]

masterlist

Peter Parker

Lost

Take a picture it'll last longer

Chris Beck

Stardust

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

James potter

The stars

Real love

Part 1

Part 2 *coming soon*

Draco Malfoy

Hard

Jay Halstead

Pietro Maximoff

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