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spidey-babe-parker · 5 years

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See the Sun

Chapter 2: My Birthday Girl

Featuring: Dr. Chris Beck x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: drinking, fluff and angst

Summary: it (y/n) birthday and it’s luckily the day you get to video chat with Chris.

AN: my life has been so crazy this summer. Sorry for the delay on posting this.

Chris had been gone for two months and even though she tried not to think about him all the time he seemed to always been in the back of her mind.

She woke up in the morning at sunrise because it was one of the days she got to video chat with Chris. She was starting to feel like every moment of her life was leading up to these video chats. She kept telling herself that couldn’t fall in love with him, that they were just friends but it hard to tell your heart something when it seems to be already wanting to make up its mind.

She sat on her computer staring at the screen waiting for the call to go through. She couldn’t wait to see his bright eyes and crooked smile. The laptop rang for a moment before Chris’ beautiful face popped on the screen. His eyes were as bright as she remembered and his smile made her melt suddenly.

“Good morning,” he rasped.

“Morning,” she couldn’t help the huge smile on her face.

“What have you been up to since we last talked?” he asked as he messed with the collar of his navy NASA sweater.

“I would say same old same, but Lola’s birthday was yesterday so I got to take care of a bunch of drunk friends in a bar,” she thought back to the night before when she went out with her best friend and bunch of their other girl friends.

His eyes brows knit together as he gave her a crooked smile, “did you drink?”

She shook her head, “someone had to be dd and take care of all their drunk asses.”

He let out a soft laugh he knew that she rarely drank she was always the responsible one that would look after everyone and make sure they got home safe.

“You know you’re the total mom friend right?” he laughed lightly.

She nodded her head well aware that she was the mom friend. She had been like that since she was a little kid. She was the one that would look after all her cousins at any family event, and the person all the neighbors would hire to babysit.

“I have been like that since I was a child,” she laughed.

“I love your laugh,” he sighed lightly. He regretted the words the as soon as they left his mouth though. He was trying his hardest to keep this friendship innocent, but it was so hard when he cared for her so much.

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth she stared into his pool blue eyes even the computer screen couldn’t hide how bright they were

“How’s space so far?” she asked causing him to smile.

“It’s still big and covered in stars,” his little dad joke caused her to laugh softly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He shrugged his shoulder and smiled, “so what do you have planned this week?”

“I have a big work party in two days that falls on my birthday that I’m trying to convince Lola to be my date to.” She wished that Chris was home so he could be her date. She hated the fact she had to bug her best friend to go with her.

“Why don’t you ask someone to be your date?” he hated the fact that he had to try to push the girl of his dreams to try and put herself out there to date someone else.

“I can’t think of anyone else I would want to ask,” she sighed. She hated when he would do this. She knew this was his way of trying to make sure she didn’t wait around for him.

“There’s nobody?” he said as he pushed his fingers through his hair.

She shook her head and swallows.

“(Y/N)…” he hesitated because he wasn’t even exactly sure what he should say to her.

“Yeah Beck?” she leaned forward and rested her elbow on the table.

“This is hard,” he said softly. He wasn’t even sure what made him think that this could possibly be easy. He didn’t know what made him think that he could possibly just push aside his feeling he had for her.

“It’s extremely hard,” she whispered.

“What do you want for your birthday?” he asked changing the subject.

She smiled at the fact that he remembered her birthday was this week, “I don’t need anything.”

He shook his head, “I have to get you something.”

She knit her eyebrows together, “how would you get me something when you’re way out in space?”

“You underestimate my abilities,” he said with a soft laugh.

“I don’t need anything I enjoy being able to talk to you.”

“I don’t like that answer,” he bit his bottom lip holding back a laugh.

“I don’t know what to tell you then mister,” she laughed.

“Hey Beck,” someone called from behind Chris.

Her heart sank a little know that meant that this was going to be the end of their call for two weeks.

“One second Martinez,” he looked over his shoulder and said. Looking back at the screen he found (Y/N) looking at him with sad eyes. “I don’t want to say goodbye, but.”

“You have space stuff you have to do,” she said softly.

He nodded his head, “next time we talk you’ll be another year older.”

The side of her mouth lifted into a small smile, “yep.”

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss you a lot.”

“I miss you too Beck.”

“I’ll talk to you in two weeks doll,” he sighed not ready to hang up.

“Okay goodbye Beck,” she sighed as her eyes started to brim with tears. She didn’t think should ever make it through a video chat without crying.

“Bye (y/n),” he gave her one last smile before the screen went black in front of her.

She shook her head and pushed back the tears that were threatening to fall. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, but she didn’t expect it to be this hard.

A heavy sigh passed her lips as she stood up from the table. She loved talking to Chris whenever she got a chance, but always saying goodbye to him made her so sad. She didn’t understand how she managed to meet the perfect man at the worst time possible.

Glancing at the clock by the table she knew she needed to start getting ready for work. She pulled herself off to her room to start getting ready. Walking over to her closet she picked out something wear. As she put her clothes on, she couldn’t help but think about Beck like she always did.

- -

A few days later

Coming home work, she didn’t expect to see a note on her door. Picking it up she couldn’t help but smile to see it was from Chris.

Happy birthday I wish I could be there to celebrate with you.

Ps. I owe Lola big time.

Always, Beck

She smiled as she picked up the note and stared at it for a long moment before opening the front door. Walking inside her eyes grew wide at the sight of a huge bouquet of yellow roses. There was a slight sting in her chest at yellow roses being the color of friendship, but she couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he went out of his way to have Lola to get two dozen rose in her apartment while she was at work. She bit her lip as she smiled staring at them. Reaching into their pocket she pulled out her phone and texted Lola.

Thank you for helping out Beck.

Sitting her phone down on the counter she walked over and picked up a rose and stared at it for moment. She thought to herself how did she literally manage to find the most perfect guy literally imaginable, at the worst time.

Her phone dinged and she picked it up see a text from Lola.

Lola

That guy is a damn good guy. He made me promise to take you out to the work party tonight and to make sure you actually drink.

She smiled at her text and shook her head.

I feel like I have a lot of emotions today and honestly need to drink them away.

Her phone dinged thirty seconds later with another text.

Lola: Dress slutty I’ll be home by six.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Lola’s text. Lola really liked Chris but she agreed with him (Y/N) shouldn’t sit around and wait for him for over a year. She had been friends with (Y/N) since college and knew about her plans to hopefully have a family and start the white picked fence dream by the time she was thirty. She knew as well as Chris that he was throwing a wrench in her plans. She knew how happy he made her best friend, but she also knew that (y/n) shouldn’t sit around and wait for a guy she spent one whirlwind week with. She thought she was insane when she threw all she had into those nine days she spent with him. She knew that their relationship had most likely one out come and that was heart break for Stella. Lola had watched her get her heart smashed back in college junior year. She wasn’t sure (Y/N) would ever trust men again after what the asshole Blaine did to her. Lola and (Y/N) met freshman year of college when they were roommates and became best friends immediately. They even lived together now.

- -

Walking into the her work party she looked around to see that a lot of her coworkers were already pretty tipsy. Lola laced her fingers with her best friends and led her straight towards the bar.

“So, your space man told me tonight you were the one getting drunk,” Lola smiled leaning against the bar.

“We both know I’m terrible at drinking. You lived with me in college you know this first hand,” she wasn’t looking forward to drinking whatever he best friend picked out for her.

Lola leaned against the bar and flirted with the bartender and order herself a drink and (Y/N) a drink. It only took a moment before the bartender sat a shot glass in front of her and a tall glass that looked like it was mostly vodka with a splash of cranberry juice.

“Happy birthday,” Lola said with a huge smile on her face.

She picked up the shot glass and stared at the clear liquid wide eyed. She saw the hangover coming before she had even taken a drink of clear liquid. She brought the shot to her lips and tossed it back and cringed as the liquid slid down her throat.

“Another one please,” Lola said to the bartender before she could even set the shot glass down on the table.

Lola was definitely planning on getting her best friend drunk and at this rate it wasn’t going to take much. Another shot was sat in front of her and she glared at her best friend for a moment before she took the shot. She shook her head as liquid slid down her throat.

Lola sipped on her own drink with a smirk on her face.

“You better take care of my drunk ass tonight,” she complained before taking a sip of her vodka with a splash of cranberry.

“Oh, believe I’ll hold your hair while you puke your guts out,” she said before taking another drink of her vodka and cranberry. “The quicker you drink that the quicker we can get out there and dance. Maybe we can find you one of your cute coworkers to take you home tonight.”

Stella rolled her eyes and shook her head, “we both know that’s not happening.”

Lola sighed they had had this conversation over and over again, “Don’t let him stop you from living your life.”

She closed her eyes for a long moment she hated having this conversation with Lola. She exhaled, “he’s not stopping me from doing anything. I’m not closing my heart off.”

Lola shook her head, “we both know damn well that’s utter bullshit, and so does Chris.”

“Can we please not have this conversation right now. I already had it with Beck the other day, and I promise I’m not completely closed off. I can’t help it that I care about someone who is literally a million miles away. If someone was to actually ask me out though I wouldn’t say no to going on a date.”

Knitting her eyebrows together Lola stared at her, “you promise me that would actually give another man a real chance?”

“Yes, I would give another man a chance,” she sighed. “Can we now finish these drinks and go dance?”

Lola smiled before chugging the rest of her drink. (Y/N) quickly drank her own extremely strong drink. Lola sat her glass down on the bar and reached down and laced her fingers with (Y/N)’s and led her off to the dance floor where some of her coworkers who were her friends were dancing. They all took turns hugging her and wishing her happy birthday. It didn’t take long before the group of girls were dancing and having a blast. Lola snuck off to get her best friend another shot. She didn’t want to take knowing that her already tipsy state was walking the very fine line between drunk and tipsy. She took the shot and got cheers from her friends.

They danced as a group for what felt like hours. It didn’t take long for her wobbly self to walk over to the bar attempting to get water. Leaning against the bar a man walked over that worked with her. He was one of the few guys that worked with her that she actually found attractive.

“Happy birthday,” he said leaning against the counter giving her a smirk.

“Thank you, Dan,” she slurred.

“I don’t think I have ever told you this but you look really good,” his chocolate eyes traveled down her very curvy body. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized he was checking her out.

“Thank you…” she wasn’t what else she could say to him. She was attempting to not close herself off but she didn’t like the idea of flirting with anyone who wasn’t Chris.

“Did you maybe want to dance?” he asked as he rested his hand on her arm.

“I kind of have a boyfriend,” it wasn’t the truth. Technically according to Chris, they were only friends, and him and Lola would both be pissed if they found out she was turning down a chance to dance with someone she found attractive.

“Oh, my bad. Who is your boyfriend?” he pulled his hand off of her.

“His name is Chris Beck and he’s an astronaut,” she sighed.

“The Doctor Chris Beck?” he asked shocked.

“Yep that’s him,” she bit her bottom lip suddenly wanting to disappear.

“Well that’s cool, well if you guys don’t work out maybe we could hang out sometime,” he said before walking away.

She ran her fingers through her curled hair and let out a heavy sigh. She leaned over the bar and got the bartender who was flirting with Lola to pour her one last shot.

That last shot was the nail in the coffin. Lola walked her drunk ass out of the bar and held her hand and led her through their apartment.

Lola helped her get dressed for bed and brought her a makeup wipe so she could clean her face. Lola tucked the birthday girl in and then headed off to her own room.

She laid in bed for a few moments before she reached over to her nightstand was and grabbed her laptop.

Opening her emails, she found an email from Chris with subject as “Happy Birthday”. She clicked on the email and suddenly wanted to cry as she read his sweet words.

My birthday girl,

I wish that I was able to send you more then flowers and a few notes for your birthday. I’m up here in space while hopefully Lola is taking you out for your birthday and making sure for once you aren’t sober one taking care of your drunk friends. I’m assuming that by the time you actually read this email it won’t be your birthday anymore, but I wanted to be more then I was able to say in my small note with your flowers I sent you.

I have so many things I want to say to you, but I can’t bring myself to say to you. I don’t think I have ever thought about anyone more then I think about you. Even surrounded by a million stars I can’t help think about how they’ll never compare to the way your freckled kissed skin looks as the morning light shines through the curtains.

Even after reading this I need you to still keep your heart open.

Always, Beck

Her eyes brimmed with tears as even in her drunken state she read his email over and over again. Even when he makes little confessions, he’s attempting to be selfless by telling her not to close herself off.

She knew in her drunken state she shouldn’t respond to his email, but she felt like she had a lot of things she needed to say to him.

Beck,

I don’t think I can even put into words how much I miss you, and your touch. I try to tell myself often that I shouldn’t think about you but I always do. Seeing the flowers, you sent me for my birthday honestly made my day. You’ll be happy to know that Lola took me out tonight and got me very drunk. I can already feel the hangover coming on. Tonight, some guy I worked with asked me to dance and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes to him. Please don’t be mad but I can’t picture myself being held by another man when the only one I think about is you. I know I’m probably drunkenly rambling and that when you read this it will make no sense. I guess I just wish that I could actually see you and talk to you more. I wish that I could have actually spent my birthday with you.

Love, (Y/N).

She closed her laptop and soon fell asleep.

The bright light shining through the curtains woke her up and was greeted with a pounding headache that was reminder of all she had drank the night before. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes. Her eyes grew wide as she remembered that she drunkenly emailed Chris.

Grabbing her laptop she quickly opened it and turned it on and got suddenly nervous when she saw she had another email from Chris.

Star Girl,

I can tell we are both left wanting to say a lot of things that we shouldn’t say out loud. I wanted nothing more in the universe then to have been able to actually spend your birthday with you. I’m glad Lola took you out and made sure for once you weren’t the sober friend. I hope you aren’t too hungover today.

I’m not mad at you for not dancing with the guy you work with, but I want you to actually give people a chance to get to know the amazing girl I know. I can’t be selfish and expect you to just be mine. Oh and I find your drunken rambling cute just so you know.

I agree with you I want nothing more then to actually talk to you more and to be able to see you. I look forward to our video chats every other week.

Always, Beck.

She sighed as she read his email a few times, she wished that he would just ask her to wait for him because honestly, she was pretty sure she was waiting for him. She didn’t think it was possible to share the same feeling she had for another man that had for Dr. Chris Beck.

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nasabeckx · 7 years

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Traditions

Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 1950

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by afraidofyourownminddreid and I feel like she could really use some fluff right now. Also has been anxiously waited on by beefy-james-barnes.

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"BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAASSSSS IS YOOOUUUUUU," you -sang- screamed. You were currently dancing around your kitchen making gingerbread cookies for you and your boyfriend.

Yours and Chris' annual traditions of four years were currently being carried out. You started the day by waking up at too-late in the day, but it's excused as it's Christmas Eve. You then put on some layers and got some blankets to go out on your patio to drink hot chocolate and watch the snowfall as if it were early morning and you were watching the sunrise. By then, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon and after all these years of doing this, you both manage to forget to eat, sleeping past breakfast, filling up on cocoa, and being too engrossed in each others presence to bother thinking about anything else.

Conveniently, you had leftover gingerbread cookie dough from making them for your company Christmas party, so, as you two tend to forget how to be adults around the holidays, you decide to make that your lunch/dinner. You proceeded to turn on a festive music Pandora station and dance more than bake cookies, leading to a mini food fight and you accidentally getting flour in his hair. Being Christopher Beck, he didn't have the heart to get revenge on you, so he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and a giggle and ran upstairs to get a shower.

As you know the rest of the night would consist of you opening one of the other's gifts and watching shitty Hallmark movies till you both pass out in bed from a sugar coma, you went ahead and turned on the TV and put on 'A Christmas Prince'. You laughed to yourself at the cheesy title as you put the hot baking sheet on the stove top.

"Whatcha' laughin' at?" you looked over and saw the flight-surgeon leaning against the counter in the Christmas sweater you got him last year. It had Darth Vader wearing a Santa hat on with letters around it, spelling out 'Merry Sithmas'.

"I was laughing at the title of the movie that's on, but now I'm laughing at you," you answered with a huge grin on your face. You grabbed the spatula and started putting the hot cookies on the cooling rack.

"You do remember that you're the one that got it for me, right?" he laughed while reaching for a cookie, and you know exactly what's gonna happen.

"Baby, the pan is still-,"

"OW!" he shouted, quickly pulling his hand back and dropping the cookie on the floor. He grabbed it with his other to analyze it, and while you were trying your hardest to ask him if he was alright, it sure was difficult when you couldn't breathe.

"Oh my g- are you- are you okay?" you gasped, genuinely wanting him to be okay, and trying your hardest to not laugh because you felt so bad, but at this point, it was deemed impossible.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine," he grinned a little bit at your reaction, never being able to resist your laugh and the fact that he was the reason for it, nevermind the fact that it caused him pain. "Hey, yeah can you be a little less sympathetic? I can't help but feel like you're hounding me." He questioned sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-I saw it coming and I tried to warn you!" you defended, "but seriously, are you okay?" you asked, being more serious than you were before, but still not able to wipe the smile off your face.

After Chris using his medical superpowers to decide that the burn wasn't that big of a deal and treating it with a little aloe vera, you started getting ready for the rest of your evening. You seated the cookies down on the table while Chris gathered pretty much every blanket you owned, and laid them out on the couch.

Finally, you were ready for the best tradition. You walked over to the brightly lit tree and knelt down to grab the gift you'd planned to give to your overenthusiastic boyfriend. He was practically pushing you over so he could grab his gift for you from under the tree.

You sat down on the couch, but you pulled your legs up to cross them over each other and turned sideways so you were facing the opposing side of the couch. Chris followed and sat down in front of you, leaving one leg to dangle over the side of the couch while he pulled the other up on the couch. It was then that you noticed that the box he pulled out was unusually large and in comparison, the one you held in your hand was quite small.

"Alright, open mine first!" you blurt, you were really excited for him to open the gift you'd spent more money on than you were willing to admit.

When Chris finally ripped the bow off and tore open the paper, his face lit up when he saw the familiar Star Wars logo, and then held up the box closer to his face to get a better look. When he processed what the object in the box was, he brought his face back up to meet yours.

"Babe, seriously," you could see the astonishment on his face, "this is amazing, I can't believe you actually managed to get this."

It was a Star Wars inspired watch he'd had his eyes on for a while. He never explicitly said that he'd wanted it, but you knew from the way he looked at it in the gift shop you went in when you went to Disney World last summer. You managed to go back and buy it while he was distracted trying on all of the hats with Mickey ears incorporated into them.

"You really like it? I was worried that I-"

"Baby, I promise you, I love it," his face was beaming, and there was excitement in his eyes. He leaned forward and gave you a kiss before leaning down and grabbing the enormous box covered with snowman wrapping paper and setting it on the couch. He shoved the box towards you and made motioning eyes towards it.

You laughed at your boyfriend's eagerness and pulled the box closer to yourself. You picked up the box, expecting for it to be heavy due to its size, but you soon found out that it was relatively light. This caused a confused expression to fall on your face, but you kept going and looked around the perimeter to find where the paper was sealed with tape to rip it off. When you peeled the paper off, a regular brown box was revealed under it. You opened the box to find that there was another gift-wrapped box hidden inside.

You immediately understood what was happening and looked up Chris to give a look. You know. The "look".

He looked to be scared for about a second and a half, but pulled back to give you smile as if to say "trust me".

"Chris, you fucker," you mutter to yourself as you put your hand in the box to pull out the slightly smaller box. He giggled but continued to stare you down, watching your every move.

You unwrapped the second box and opened it to reveal, again, a slightly smaller box. You glared at Chris, and he just smiled. Yeah, you were gonna be here a while.

Now, here you were, 10 minutes later, and you'd opened a grand total of 9 boxes. The carpet surrounding the couch at this point was barely detectable, the wrapping paper had consumed it so. You were sure he'd used a whole roll of wrapping paper to do this, and halfway through you'd figured out that this is where all of it might've gone when it went missing when you were wrapping your mom's present.

You were down to the last box and completely anxious to see what it was. They could probably feel Chris' anxiousness from the International Space Station as you peeled off the paper.

Under it, you found a black velvet jewelry box, and you were already getting the hint as to what it was. You looked up at Chris for some kind of confirmation that this was actually happening, and you got it when you saw the biggest smile you'd ever seen resting on his face.

He gently reached over and grabbed the box from you, stood up, and took a step closer to where you were. He got down on his knees in front of you, so he was now a little less than eye-level with you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I have loved you ever since the moment I laid eyes on you," you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled as he went on. "I always knew that I loved you, but I didn't realize how much I loved you until I left for those many months last year for work. It was then that I realized that I never want to have to live a life without you in it, and I wanna make sure that I cherish every moment we have together until I leave again, and I figured," he chuckled, "that I should make sure we were both on the same page before I carried this promise to myself out," It wasn't until then that he opened the box, exhibiting a gorgeous ring. It was simple, just like you had wanted, but still beautiful.

"So," he grabbed your hand, "(Y/N/N), sweetie, love of my life," you could only imagine how hard his muscles must be working for a smile that big to appear on his face, "will you do me the incredible honor to be my wife?"

You were just now realizing the tears streaming down your face, but you paid them no mind as you wiped them away, wrapping your hands around the back of Chris' neck to pull him to you and gave him the most passionate kiss you'd ever shared. It was almost as if time stood still. Chris' right hand still held the box but both hands rested on your thighs, you hands tying themselves in his brown curls. You finally manage to pull yourself away from him.

"Yes, yes, yes, a million times YES!" you smiled through your tears. Chris laughed as he pulled the ring out of the box and carefully slipped it onto the correct finger. He sat back up on the couch again next to you and put his hand on your face to wipe away the tears before giving you another peck.

He stood up to pick up all of the wrapping paper on the floor and you ran into the kitchen to grab a trash bag and came back to help him out. After all the trash was thrown out, you both sat down on the couch, cuddled up under a fluffy fleece blanket to watch the corny Christmas movie. Chris put his arm around you and pulled you closer, almost into his lap.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" he whispered in your ear.

"Well, I sure do hope you do or this is a huge misunderstanding," you said, pulling your head back to give him a huge smile.

He laughed and tugged you back into him, putting your head back on his chest.

Yeah, this was definitely your favorite tradition.

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seb-stan-lover · 7 years

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Hey! So I found this adorable fic and let me tell you that I AM IN LOVE! is an AU of Seb and Chris, well, in this case, Dr. Chris Beck and Robert Mace (Seb and Chris’ astronaut characters) and is AWESOME! Also, there are other cameos there of many other characters they have played which is awesome!!! I hope you guys read it and shower it with kudos because it is fantastic :) ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much @sebeefstianstan for sharing it!

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Shoot For the Moon

Pairing: Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 742

Summary: You’re at a NASA event and you make a small (maybe not) confession to your friend...

Author’s Note: This is for the continuation of the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the fun prompt sent in below! I hope you like this lovely, thank you! And thank you all for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy, flirting, having some drinks :)

You stood at the bar waiting for your third drink, smiling at Melissa as the two of you poked fun at Watney. “Come on, Mark. Are you saying you have no rhythm whatsoever? I’m almost positive we have some clips of your best moves when you were stuck on Mars.” Mark playfully rolls his eyes, spotting Chris down the bar. “Oh good, there’s Beck. I’m going to go talk to someone nicer than you two.”

With a scoff and a smile, you wave him off, turning back to Melissa who is smirking at you. “What?” She takes a sip of her drink before leveling you with a knowing look. “I saw the way your eyes lingered on Beck. You two have been spending a lot of time together in the lab recently. Late nights and all.”

Glancing over her shoulder you catch his eye and he gives you that lopsided smile, winking before looking back to Mark. Clearing your throat, you try to suppress a smile. “He’s nice and very smart of course. And he doesn’t look too bad in a tux…” you trail off hoping to hide your blush in your drink.

“I can’t disagree with you on any of that,” Melissa says, clinking her glass to yours. “Does he know?” Now you give her a confused look, asking, “know what?” She sighs dramatically, tugging you closer to her and whispering, “that you have the hots for him!”

Pulling away, clearly appalled, you scrunch your nose up. “I certainly do not. And I think I need another drink.” You down the rest of your cocktail and turn to the bar to grab the attention of the bartender. “Hey Chris!” Melissa says far too loudly, and you spin around, new drink in hand, to find Chris smiling at you.

“Hey, y/n. I was just going to ask you to dance but I see you just got a refill.” Melissa carefully takes the drink from your hand, resting it on the bar. “Oh, she’s fine. I’ll hold onto this for her while you two have a dance.” Chris’ face lights up as he holds out his hand. You take it, throwing Melissa and evil look over your shoulder.

Chris pulls you in close, placing his warm hand at your lower back. “Are you having fun?” You try to focus on the conversation but being this close to his lips is making it difficult. “I am now,” you say, barely above a whisper. His blush matches yours as you both lightly laugh, swaying slowly to the music. “I’m glad and I couldn’t think of a better excuse to get rid of Watney.” This time you really laugh, and it chases away some of your nervousness.

Before your dance is over Chris gets pulled away by an old Air Force buddy, reluctantly leaving you to say hello. You float back toward Melissa who is still standing at the bar, smirking when she hands you your drink. “I wish you could see your face right now. You practically have heart eyes!” You give a glance in Chris’s direction, locking eyes for a brief moment before quickly looking away.

Instead of answering Melissa you take a long sip of your drink, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red hot as they feel. “Did I mention he looks really good in a tux.” She raises her eyebrows, encouraging you to go on. “I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hesitate ripping my panties in half and straddling his face until I cum around his lips.” Letting out a deep breath you smile smugly, feeling much better. “There, you happy now. I said it!”

Melissa’s stunned silence has you grinning from ear to ear. “Well. What do you have to say now?” Her wide eyes shift over your shoulder and you visibly stiffen. Swallowing hard you ask, “he’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Melissa’s head nods every so slightly as her smile grows, “enjoy the rest of your night guys.” With that she turns on her heels and disappears into the crowd.

You try to ready yourself to meet his eyes but his hand curls around your waist and he slowly turns you to face him. “I wish a black hole would swallow me up right now,” you whisper, looking into his sparkling blue eyes. “Is that so. Because I’m pretty sure you just said…” Placing a finger to his lips you silence his next words. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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jewels2876 · 4 years

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What Are The Odds?

A/N: Hello and welcome to Day Eight of the HBC Lucky in Love and the prompt Fate - today’s story is all about Dr. Chris Beck for @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Word Count: 350

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

You noticed him across the crowded cafeteria; his NASA hoodie looked warm and inviting. You gave him a casual wave and he waved back, a small smile playing across his face. You bit your lower lip, ducking your head and turning back to the salad in front of you. The sudden idea of a burger made your stomach rumble and you pushed the salad back hastily. You grabbed a spot in line and got the burger you were craving, making sure they covered it with plenty of ketchup and mayonnaise. As you settled back in your seat you glanced back over towards the NASA guy only to discover the empty chair. You grumbled to yourself before digging into your burger.

Twenty minutes later, and with a full stomach, you made your way to your assigned lecture hall. The astronomy professor you had agreed to TA for had received a plum assignment in Australia; she had assured you the professor taking over for her accepted you would be his TA and was impressed with your grades and projects. You poked your head around the corner, noting the hall was mostly empty. You took a seat in the front row and settled in, waiting for the professor to show themselves. You spotted the NASA guy approaching from the opposite direction and you breathed a small sigh of relief. At least there will be some eye candy during... You gasped, watching as the NASA guy dropped his well-worn leather bag at the base of the lectern and tapped onto the microphone. Suddenly students poured in from all directions as he pulled out his notes.

“Where is y/n y/l/n?” You cringed inwardly as you raised your hand. Every person took note as he stepped away from the lectern. “Nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard good things. Ready to take notes and get started?” You nodded, taking in his arresting blue eyes and gulping slightly. “Welcome to Astronomy 301; I’m Professor Chris Beck. I want to get started with something fun, so who wants to hear about my time on Mars?”

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captainscanadian · 5 years

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Star Crossed | Chris Beck x Reader (Destiny)

My Masterlist

Summary: Dr. Chris Beck returns to his life on Earth in hopes of getting back his entire universe.

Word Count: 5500+ (I have no self-control when it comes to writing!)

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Professor!Reader

Warnings: Mild Swearing & A LOT of Angst!

A/N: After reading The Martian and watching the movie, I decided to combine my knowledge of the two to come up with this one-shot that is filled with so much angst and fluff that I actually cried while writing it. I am Chris Beck trash so I would like to thank the anon who sent in the request for me to write this one.

It seemed as though every single news outlet in the country was still reporting on The Hermes probe's return after more than nine hundred days in space, even though it had been a whole month since the six member crew were allowed to return home. The Ares III crew were honored as national heroes before they were relieved from their employment with NASA. Not only had they went against NASA's advice to slingshot back to Mars and rescue their stranded crew member, but after over nine hundred consecutive days logged in space, it made sense to let them go back to their lives on earth. With Watney being asked to stay back and take up a position in training the incoming astronaut candidates for future Ares missions, the rest of the crew had returned to their respective lives on earth.

Yale University campus was buzzing with excitement in the event of Dr. Christopher Beck coming in for a guest lecture that fine morning. Students from astrophysics and medicine alike had piled up into the lecture hall to learn first hand of the Ares III crew's flight surgeon's first hand experience on his mission to Mars and the events that followed. There was no denying that the entire student body and faculty members took extreme pride in welcoming back the alumnus. Everyone knew of Dr. Beck's achievements while he was a student here. After all, he was a recipient of the Norma Bailey Berniker Prize that was always awarded to graduating students who best exemplify the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath. No one had ever doubted his success when he had graduated cum laude from Yale School of Medicine.

Nevertheless, you were slightly annoyed by the astronaut's presence on campus that day. It seemed as though his guest lecture had taken precedence over almost every other lecture that had been scheduled for the morning. You had walked into your 9 am Immunobiology lecture to see that only a few of your students had even bothered to show up. With the absence of the rest of your students throwing off the syllabus quite extensively, you had decided that it was best to cancel the lecture. The last thing you wanted to do was teach the same material twice. You did not have the time or energy to do that, not at this time of the semester. Perhaps you could schedule a make up lecture on a Saturday to stay on top of what you had initially planned for the rest of the semester. But you could not help the fact that you were pissed. Who would have known that Chris Beck himself would stand in the way of you doing your job? You had always thought it was the other way around...

A slight knock on the door made you look up from the scholarly article that you had been reading for the past hour. After cancelling your lecture, you had found plenty of time to spare. It did not take that long to update the syllabus and change up your lesson plans to coincide with today's cancellation. Your newfound free time was spent browsing through the medical journal for some new publications.

A sigh escaped your lips as your noticed your best friend and roommate, Amy Beck, standing against the door frame. Even though the two of you lived together, you had been avoiding her and your shared apartment like the plague in the last couple of weeks. You had a valid reason for that, at least you thought you did. A part of you hoped that she understood why you had been staying over at your parents' house in Hartford for the past month and commuting to New Haven every day. But knowing her, she was probably going to give you a piece of her mind for what you had been doing.

You had known Amy since you were in high school. Even though she was a few years younger than you, the two of you had become close over the last two decades. Some might find it slightly odd that you still lived with your best friend in when you were in your late thirties. Even your own parents did not hold back from letting you know of their disappointment in you not having settled down with a suitable man and a family of your own. It hadn't been your choice but Amy had moved in with you years ago, just because she knew you and she knew that you would choose to be alone otherwise. You had no choice but to let her. But you were happy. Your best friend was someone who had been there for you, even when the man whom you thought would stand by you for life, didn't. "What are you doing here? Actually, don't answer that. I know exactly what you're doing here and who you came here with. Don't even bother answering that."

"Care to explain why you haven't been home in a month?" She asked as she have you a stern look before crossing her arms against her chest. "Or why you've been sleeping on your mom's couch or wasting two hours everyday to commute to Yale?"

"You still haven't answered my question."

"You're the one who just told me not to bother answering..." She shook her head before shrugging her shoulders. "What are you doing here? Don't you usually have a class to teach at this time?" She questioned, her eyebrow raised at you.

"I had to cancel the lecture after about a hundred of my students decided not to show up." You replied with a groan as you leaned back in your chair. "I walked into the lecture hall to see twenty-four people. Twenty-four people sitting in a room that could seat a hundred and fifty. And yes, I fucking counted. I had no choice but to cancel class. So, here I am, cooped up in my office and reading about what's new in Neuroimmunology. No big deal." There was a hint of sarcasm in your voice that you hoped she would notice. It was obvious that you weren't in the best of moods. How could you? The arrival of Dr. Beck had been the talk of the town wherever you went, whether it was New Haven or Hartford. Aside from every news channel and the local businesses who had plastered his face in literally every corner of the town, even your own parents had praised him every night at the dinner table. You wished you were from anywhere from Hartford, you wished you could live anywhere but New Haven. Only then did you think that you could stop hearing of all these Chris Beck praises that seemed to fill your ears.

"You don't sound so happy about that." Your best friend snickered.

"Because we both know the reason why they all ditched my class." You rolled your eyes, closing your laptop as you stood up from your chair. "Everyone would rather be at the great Dr. Christopher Beck's guest lecture than pass my Immunobiology class this semester. And you know what? It's fine. It's not like I go home every night and spend hours on end reading through different sources. I don't waste my time preparing slides or anything like that. It's not like I made lecture notes so that I can stand on my feet for three whole hours while I'm wearing high heels to talk about what goes on in our fucking immune system. Why should I be pissed that no one showed up to hear me lecture for three hours when they could watch the man who spent two and a half years in space talk for an hour and a half about what happens to our fucking bodies when we're in outer space?" You were pissed. "It's not like most of them are going to be stuck on this disease filled planet with their shitty immune systems trying to make sure they don't die, right? They can just board their spaceships after they graduate and land on Mars because thanks to Mark Watney, we humans have finally cultivated Mars and all that's left to do is start expeditions to build a fucking settlement up there and grow more potatoes in their own shit!"

"....Right." She nodded as she looked over her head and bit her lip. "You know what? You have every right to be pissed. You did nothing wrong for your students to ditch your lecture. You work so hard to be the best Immunobiology professor that Yale has ever seen but they... they're just too caught up with all this sensation that my idiot of a brother's been causing to notice how much effort you put in to show up to class every morning."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you walked up to her, noticing the slight change in her composure. She looked as though she was anxious, the way she was mimicking your rambling and the way she fiddled with her ring as she looked down on the tiled floor causing you to become slightly suspicious. "Why do you keep looking back? Is someone there?" You asked, your eyebrow raised as you motioned towards the door frame.

"Nope." She quickly shook her head. "No, no, no... of course, not. There's no one here."

"Amy." You crossed your arms against your chest, looking down at your feet for a moment before looking back up at her. "Don't lie to me... is he... he's standing right behind the door frame, isn't he?"

Amy sighed before looking back over her shoulder once again. "You're toast." She whispered before she turned back to you and bit down on her bottom lip, frowning. "Please don't be mad at me. I know you and I know you don't want to see him. I know why you haven't been coming home since I told you he was coming back home. But he insisted that he wouldn't leave campus until he had a chance to speak to you so..."

You rubbed your temples in disbelief as she stepped away from the door frame, revealing her brother who had been standing behind her.

Chris Beck smiled weakly as he approached you. He knew how irritated you were at that time and he understood that he was the reason why you were. He did not want to make things worse than they already were between the two of you. Coming home after over two years in space had been a strange experience to say the least. In the eyes of the world, he was a hero. But in the eyes of Y/N Y/L/N, he would always be seen as the villain. Yet he had chosen to leave behind his job at NASA, leave behind the world that hailed him a hero, to the woman who saw him as the villain in her story. He had put his job with NASA before you once, but he wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"I'll be downstairs if anyone needs me." Amy announced as she gave him a nod before turning to you, giving you an apologetic look that pleaded you to go easy on him.

"Amy, don't-"

Before you could finish what you wanted to say, she turned away from the door and exited your office.

You groaned yet again in disbelief. "Amy!" You called out to her but the sound of her stomping heels echoing down the hallway made you realize that she wasn't intending to stop for you. Knowing her, she had probably made the run for her life. She must have known that you were going to kill her for leaving you alone with the last person you wanted to see right now. She knew you well yet she had forced you into this situation, what a best friend she was. "Amy, don't you dare-" You caught a glimpse of the man who stood in front of you, and you couldn't help but conclude that he did not look much different than he did he was a freshman in high school. It had been more than a few years since you had last seen him but he still looked the same. Not even all those days in space had flawed his appearance. His jaw was still clean shaven, his hair still fluffy and chestnut brown. And those eyes. Oh how well you remembered the spark in his bright blue eyes. Like stars, you used to say. They were like stars. You sighed as you turned away from him, not wanting to look directly in his eyes and lose your composure. As he stood before you in the flesh, the memories of your short-lived yet beautiful relationship rushed through your mind. Yet the pain and the heartbreak that he had caused you followed right behind.

"It's... a nice office you got here, Dr. Y/L/N." Chris muttered, his tone slightly nervous as he looked around the dimly lit office. It wasn't much. As a matter of fact, it was much smaller than most of the offices at the Yale School of Medicine. Sunshine peaked through the parting blinds that hung from your window, a bookshelf stood adjacent to the window and against the wall, holding several medical publications that were arranged in alphabetical order. Behind your desk was the wall where hung your multiple degrees: Bachelor's of Science in Cell Biology, Doctor of Medicine, Doctor of Philosophy in Immunobiology. You certainly took pride in your credentials, he noted, as you certainly should.

But under these degrees hung a framed photograph that caught the eyes of the flight surgeon. He recognized the photo of Yale School of Medicine's graduating Class of 2025, almost squinting to see his own face in the crowd of graduates. He couldn't help but smile at the memories of his years at Yale. He hadn't been back here as much as he would have liked. But now that he was no longer working for NASA, his life back in Houston had been packed up for good. He had moved back to his hometown, to spend the time he had lost with his family and friends, and with you.

Your eyes glazed over as you heard him say your name, even though there was a tone of formality in the way he had addressed you. Dr. Y/L/N, he had said. Why was he addressing you by your last name? Right, you weren't on a first name basis anymore. That was years ago and things had changed. You couldn't remember the last time you had heard his voice. It seemed forever ago. Looking back at your time together, you often wondered if you could ever go back to the days when you were young college students, barely getting the hang of the real world. But those days were long gone. You were now full grown adults, both of you with your own successful careers, both of you with different endeavours for the future. There was no future there, at least that's what you had convinced yourself to believe all those years ago. "Thank you, Dr. Beck."

"I was hoping to see you at my lecture this morning. I was slightly disappointed not seeing you there."

"Well, I did have a class to teach so..." You sighed as you blinked away the tears, turning back around to finally face him. "It's good to see you again though. How long will you be in town?"

"Actually, I'm back for good. I've been staying with my parents in Hartford for now but I might try to find a place here in New Haven." He replied with a shrug, a nervous chuckle that followed his words. "I've been talking to the Dean about a teaching position that just opened up. Today's lecture was only about me testing the waters about whether being a professor was something that I wanted."

"Was it something you wanted?" You asked him, stricken by curiosity as you let out a laugh that was almost bitter. "If I remember correctly, all you ever wanted was to fly out into space. Staying in one place... staying in Hartford or New Haven, teaching the same thing over and over again every single semester... that's not you, Chris. It never was and it can never be." After all, this was the man who had chosen to walk away from you in order to follow his dreams of going to space. This was the man who had broken your heart because you weren't as important to him as working for NASA.

"Well, my astronaut days are over and... I'm back." As he said that, he bit down on his bottom lip. The pleading look in his eyes made you wonder if this was somehow his awkward way of asking you to take him back. You fought back the urge to fall for it, feeling sick to your stomach at the reminder of how your relationship had ended. It had been nine years since he had told you about his job with NASA. He was moving to Houston. He hadn't even thought of asking you to move with him, not that you would have said yes anyways. Your life was here in New Haven, your career as a researcher taking full swing at Yale. You wouldn't have given that up and he knew it, because he wasn't going to give up his dreams for you either. But you knew how much this meant to him. You loved that space nerd with your whole heart yet you had to part ways, your did not have a future together. He was going to be an astronaut while you were going to be a professor. This was just how things were meant to be. Neither of you had been willing to fight for each other.

You shook your head as you looked down at your feet once again. "No, you're not... I know that you were let go by NASA but I also know you. If the day came when NASA knocked on your door and asked you to go back to space, you would leave in a heartbeat." You fought back the tears as your heart refused to believe what he was saying.

"I've had enough space to last me a lifetime, Y/N..." He stepped forward to stand right in front of you, his hand lifting up your chin.

You couldn't help but notice the tears in his eyes. It broke your heart to see him like this. But you didn't know if this was something you needed right now. You had made a life for yourself in New Haven while Chris was gone. You had a wonderful job and a supportive family. Despite your failing love life as a result of you putting all of your focus on your research, you were fine. You had convinced yourself that you did not need to settle down or have a family. You had been okay with dedicating your whole life to Immunobiology. "Chris, please don't do this to me..."

"I'm... I'm sorry." He shook his head as he stepped away from you, the never ending tears trickling down at the realization that what he had with you had been over for a long time now. He had seen first hand now how much him choosing to leave you behind and move forward with his career had broken you. He had broken your heart without even knowing that he had. He had lived a whole decade of his life without you, working for NASA and exploring space, while you had been working to build a life without him. He couldn't just walk into that now, could he? It was just so wrong. "I'm so sorry, I... I should go."

You couldn't even look at him as he turned around and walked out of your office. You found yourself leaning against your desk as you choked back the sobs that threatened to escape your throat. He had taught you what heartbreak was. You weren't ready to forgive him for that. Not even the decade and the million miles you had spent apart from each other had been enough for you to heal. Perhaps it was a myth that both distance and time can heal a broken heart.

At the end of the day, you found yourself driving back from New Haven to Hartford as you had been doing for the past month. Ever since Amy had mentioned that Chris was coming home, you had been purposely avoiding going to your own apartment. You had feared that one day you might walk in to see the man who was the love of your life visiting his sister; you had feared confronting the past. Yet today, you had no choice. You had faced him. There was no point in hiding anymore. You knew that it was your fault for wanting a future with him, when you knew that he had his own dreams of leaving this world. But for how long could you hold onto that past? How long could you punish him for it?

After telling your mother that you won't be staying for dinner that night, you had packed up your belongings from your childhood bedroom. Within minutes of arriving in Hartford, you were making the same drive back to New Haven. It was time for you to stop being scared, to go back your home. If Chris was going to be back in town for good, for how long could you avoid running into him? You lived with his sister for crying out loud. Of course, he was going to be coming by to see her. You just had to suck it up and deal with your own emotions like a mature adult.

You had walked into your apartment that night to see your best friend and your ex-boyfriend. They were sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by multiple take-out containers of Chinese food.

Amy looked surprised to see you but you could see the smile on her face. She was genuinely happy to have you back home. Whatever issues you had with her brother, she understood. But she was still your best friend who wanted nothing but the best for you, whether it included him or not. "Hey."

You bit your lip as you entered the living room. "Hi."

Chris was looking away from you, as though he couldn't bare to see the pain in your eyes again.

You frowned at the sight of him. Had you really fucked things up with him earlier today?

The two hours of pondering while driving back and forth had brought you enough clarity. He was the love of your life, the same nerd you had fallen in love with when you had first met him during your junior year of high school. All those sleepless nights of studying for your science tests, all those shitty college parties you had attended together and all those weekly commutes driving from New Haven to Hartford, those were the memories that you wanted to keep, not the ones that caused you pain.

"Chris was going to crash on the couch for the night since he has a meeting with the dean in the morning." Your best friend informed. "I hope you don't mind..."

You nodded. "Okay... goodnight." You smiled weakly at her before you made your way over to your bedroom, still not bothering to look at Chris.

Setting your duffel bag on your bed, you retrieved a Tupperware container of food that your mother had handed you when you had left. You walked over to the kitchen and set it on the counter before heading back to your room, changing out of your work clothes before laying out a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top. After showering and getting changed, you made your way back to the kitchen. After heating up your dinner and eating it alone in your bedroom, you decided to call it a night. Thanks to your updated syllabus, you did not have any lecture notes or slides to create tonight. Perhaps you needed a good night sleep to get rid of the slight headache that you were now starting to feel.

You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling unusually cold under your blanket. Your headache had been replaced by the sudden chills. You climbed out of bed after tossing and turning for a few minutes and grabbed your old Yale School of Medicine sweater. Throwing it over your head, you walked out of your bedroom and made your way towards the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would warm you up and help you fall back asleep. Just as you turned the corner to enter the kitchen, your sweater still over your head, you bumped right into someone. "Holy shit!" You tumbled out of balance at the impact and fell back on the floor, feeling a burning sensation on your calf as it came in contact with some boiling liquid that trickled down your bare leg. "Ow fuck!"

"Shit, Y/N!"

Quickly pulling your sweater down your head, you saw a worried Christopher Beck standing over you with a mug, it's contents now spilled on the floor and some of it on your leg.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He quickly crouched down to pull you up, his arm wrapped protectively over your waist as you stood up. "I'm so sorry!"

"Fuck, that was hot!" You yelped in pain and held onto him, hopping on your other foot as you looked down at your burning calf. The skin was starting to redden and blister.

"Come on..." He lead you over to the couch and sat you down, mounting your leg on the coffee table and elevating it on top of the pillow that he had borrowed from his sister. He ran back to the kitchen before returning with a tea towel that was soaked in cool water, laying it gently against the burn as you groaned slightly in pain. "I'm so sorry, I should have watched where I was going."

"No, Chris... it was my fault. I wasn't looking, I..." You motioned towards your hoodie. "I'm sorry you had to waste a perfect cup of tea on my leg like that."

"Oh shut up!" He rolled his eyes and brushed off your apology. "Where do you keep the first aid kit?"

"Bathroom cabinet." You replied, sighing as you leaned back on the couch.

"Be right back."

You watched as he ran over to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with the first aid kit and your bottle of aloe vera body lotion. You couldn't help but laugh softly as you watched him flip the bottle and catch it as he walked up to you, his charming smile followed by a wink in approval of you choice in lotion.

He sat down on the living room floor, opening up the first aid kit and grabbing himself a pair of gloves. As he lifted the tea towel off of your leg, you winced slightly at the pain. "It doesn't look that bad." He said as he set aside the tea towel, biting down on his bottom lip as eyebrows creased, something he did when he was immensely focused on a task at hand.

You continued to watch as he squeezed a fair amount of lotion on your calf, his gloved hand gently applying it over your burn. You felt the cooling sensation of the lotion soothe the burn of the boiling tea and let out a sigh of relief. "That feels better..."

He did not utter a word until he wrapped a sterile gauze bandage loosely over the burn. "Are you feeling any pain? I could get you some Ibuprofen if you want..." He offered, looking up at you, his concerned eyes still gleaming from the light that came through the window from the starry night sky.

You shook your head as you smiled weakly at him. "Thank you, Dr. Beck."

Chris gave you a small smile before he stood back up. He cleaned up his mini work station on the living room floor before making his way over to the kitchen, wiping down the floor where he had spilled his tea. He returned with two fresh mugs of tea, careful not to spill any of it as he set them down on the coffee table. "I couldn't sleep either." He told you with a shrug.

You nodded as you patted the spot next to you on the couch, smiling fondly at the fact that he had remembered that you liked to have a warm cup of tea when you couldn't sleep. It used to be your thing, staying up late to study for your finals before regretting those sleepless nights when exam season was over. When you couldn't sleep, the two of you would often sit outside and look out at the night sky, sharing a warm cup of tea. He would tell you about his dream of reaching the stars, which he had now done.

He sat down next to you before picking up his mug, turning over to look at you in confusion at the way you stared at him. "You alright, Y/N?"

You nodded as you let out a sigh that was mixed with relief and disbelief. "I've known for for more than half of my life yet I can't seem to figure it out..."

"What?"

"Is the Christopher Beck that I just witnessed the man who loved me so much that he couldn't bear to see me in pain or..." You paused, biting down on your bottom lip. "... the man who received the Norma Bailey Berniker Prize for best exemplifying the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath?"

Chris gave you puzzled look before letting out a soft chuckle, feeling a lot less nervous than he had been when he had met you in your office. "It's always been me, Y/N. The guy who gave promise to exemplify the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath is the same guy who loved you so much, who still loves you so much, who still cannot bear to see you in pain, who regrets to have caused you that pain all those years ago... it's all me." He bit down in his lip once again as he choked back his tears, not walking to break down once again. "I'm the same guy who went off to space and almost lost his best friend, left him stranded on Mars because I thought he was dead... and went back to save him when there was a second chance, because... I never knew failure. When I was up there on The Hermes, that whole year of knowing that Mark was alive on Mars was... painful. It was a constant reminder that I had failed him. When we went back for him, all I could think was... if I was ever going to get a second chance to fix what I did to you? I knew I failed you and I wanted to undo that failure too. That's all I ever wanted to do after we got him back, to get back home and see you... to make things right. But I shouldn't have assumed that you would be willing to accept it."

You looked down at your hands before turning over to look at him. He kept his head down, as though he did not want to look you in the eyes again. You could see the look of shame in his eyes and you knew that he truly regretted breaking your heart the way that he did.

"I'm sorry for what I did, I really am... I was so caught up with wanting to go out into space that... as cheesy as it sounds, I left behind my whole universe... right here on Earth." He reached to grab your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "If you don't want to accept this apology, I understand. If you don't want to take me back... you have every right to reject me. It's been a whole decade and I'm sure you've moved on. Your feelings for me might have died with time. But... I still want you to be a part of my life, Y/N, and I want to be a part of yours. Can we at least put our past behind us and be friends?"

You reached over to lift his chin, a smile plastered across your lips as you looked into his familiar blue eyes. They were your home. "Christopher Beck, I thought you were the star-crossed love of my life. I thought the stars had forced us apart because you loved them more than you loved me. But now I know that the stars had not taken you from me to keep you for themselves, but only to give you right back to me when you needed me more than you needed them." You leaned in gently to press your lips against his, your hands caressing his soft cheeks as you shut your eyes, feeling the magic that you felt when you had first kissed him almost two decades ago. You smiled against his lips as your eyes glazed over, pulling back to look at him. "You're not my star crossed love, Dr. Beck. You're my destiny."

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sergeant-bonky · 4 years

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Road Trip To Somewhere

Bucky x Beck x Scott x Reader (college au)

Summary: You and your three best friends go on a road trip. (Based off the prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club)

Warnings: Fluff!

Authors Notes: This was such a hard choice!

The radio was playing Bruce Springsteen and the laughter filled the empty spaces of the car. A road trip is what everyone needed and when your best friends asked you to tag along, you didn't hesitate for one second.

The last couple of months being stressful. Exams were kicking everyone's ass and this was the perfect reliever.

Beck was studying astronomy. He wanted to become an astronaut and go to Mars someday. He was the geekiest but kindest man out of the friend group.

Bucky was studying History. Learning about the real olden days. He was intrigued by how people lived in the 1800s. Bucky was considered the broodiest out of the group.

And Scott, was studying Law. He wanted to become an attorney and fight for justice. Scott was the most serious one out of the group, the others often teasing him he'll be there to bail them out in the future.

And you, you were studying (your favorite subject). You were the quietest and the one to keep the group together.

You were huddled up in the back next to Beck. The two of you listening to Bucky and Scott argue over a licence plate they passed. It was a little game for the road; make up words based off people's license plates which ended up like this, people disagreeing and arguing.

"Will you two knock it off!" You pouted, your feet resting on the back of Bucky's seat. He looked over his shoulder and glared at you before slapping your feet off.

"Can you NOT stick your disgusting feet near my face?" He stuck his fingers in his mouth and pretended to vomit.

'Accidentally' kicking him in the back of head, Beck stifled a laugh and threw a peanut at Scott's head.

"Hey! I'm driving here!" He complained, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Stop acting like children."

"Sorry, dad." You teased. Beck breaking out in a fit of giggles.

The road trip continued on for hours just like that. The four of you passing each other playful insults. You even managed to make Scott and Bucky crack a smile now and then.

Life wouldn't always be perfect, but with these men in your life, it was perfect to you.

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maxburnett · 3 years

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You're a Sky Full of Stars, Chris Beck AU

- (fem!reader x Chris Beck)

Summary: You're a resident studying under Chief of Pediatrics Dr. Chris Beck. You're also a single mother trying to juggle raising a son with professional and personal life. But what happens when you hear the man you've fallen for say that he doesn't want to be a father?

Warnings: Includes Smut! 18+ Only Minors Do Not Interact! A smidge of Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse (Never goes into details), Mentions of bad parenting, Mentions of an abandoned baby at a hospital, (I suck at summaries) Sorry for any typos I typed this on my phone. Requested by the amazing @buckyblues

Pink Words: Lyrics sung by Reader

Blue Words: Lyrics sung by Chris

Mix of both colors are Reader/Chris singing together

Divider divides each part so that everything doesn't run together.

Word Count: 6,206

It was another morning at Boston Medical Center, but it wasn't a regular morning; Dr. Y/N Y/L/N was running very late for a meeting, and you never ran late for anything. Until today. You stood outside of the meeting room collecting yourself and jumped as you felt a hand touch your shoulder; you turned and smiled nervously up at the surgeon you worked under, the Chief of Pediatrics and Pediatric Surgery, Dr. Chris Beck.

You sat at the table, feeling Chris nudge your side as he slid a coffee in front of you, smiled at him, and whispered thanks before bringing the warm cup up to your lips and sighed as the warm liquid ran down your throat.

He looked at you, taking in how your was in the perfect bun. How you always tapped your fingers on the table as you were deep in thought. He thought it was cute. He wondered what you would feel if you knew he would sometimes sit and stare as you bit at the pen you used to write your surgical notes into your tablet. It wasn't really against the rules to date within the hospital as long as you went through the proper channels, but Chris had been married and went through a bitter divorce a year ago; maybe it wasn't the right time to make a move. Even if he often wanted to take you into his office or one of the on-call rooms and make you beg you to let you cum.

"Dr. Beck," the Chief of surgery said, and he turned his head to look up at him and nodded his head.

"Yes, Chief?" He asked, smiling up at the older man as he leaned onto a cane.

"Any updates on the baby that was abandoned last month?"

The baby in question, a little girl, was left outside. It had been Chris and Y/N who had heard the frail cry as they ventured out into the chilly February Weather. She was severely underdeveloped, and Chris, Y/N, and the Cardiothoracic surgeon had fixed significant damage to the little girl's heart.

"Olivia," Chris said with a smile. Y/N had decided that the little girl had needed a name. "Olivia is breathing on her own; right now, we are just trying to get her weight up before it's safe to release her to social services," he said and glanced at Y/N as you smiled at the mention of the little girl that you often sat beside and talked to between your rounds.

"All right," the Chief smiled and nodded and handed out the rounds for the days before everyone went their separate ways.

"So Y/N, how was that date the other night?" One of the nurses asked, wiggling her eyebrows as they sat at a table eating their lunch.

"He was good, but he wanted to date," Y/N sighed. You never dated because of your son.

"Yeah, you and your no dating rule. When are you ever going to find love?" She asked you, feeling sorry for you.

"Love is a weakness," you said, looking at the chart beside your food tray.

"I could seriously strangle you right now," she said, making you laugh. "In all seriousness, Y/N, you should find someone to have a relationship with."

Everyone at the table didn't know that you had your reservations about dating. Most men didn't want to date a woman with a four-year-old son, but that wasn't entirely why you didn't want to give your heart to someone else; you had been hurt in the past. Your past three relationships had been trainwrecks, one of the guys cheated on you, one of them used you for your money, and the first one hurt you in ways you didn't even want to think about anymore. You sighed inwardly and shook your head as the girls began to chit-chat quietly beside you.

"What about Chris," one of them said, finally speaking up, and you raise a brow.

"What? You think I should date my Chief?" You ask, nearly choking on the drink of the coffee you had just taken. "No way!"

"Come on; you can't tell me you've never thought about it?"

"No," you say rather quickly. "Absolutely not," you add. Can they see you biting the inside of your cheek?

"Come on! Y/N, he's cute ... he's single," one of the nurses says.

"Who's single?" A voice asks, walking up to the table and sitting down with a turkey sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Nobody," you quickly retort. "The girls are just trying to set me up with someone," you shrug your shoulders and look over at him. His bright blue eyes are staring at you as his lips curve up into a smirk.

"Come on, Y/N, you can't just go on being single forever," he says as he takes a bite of his sandwich. You smirk as you reach and steal a fry off of his plate and plop it into your mouth and look at him.

"I can be single for as long as I want to be," you say before getting up with your clipboard. "Plus, Chris," you say as you look down at him. "I could tell you the same," you said, looking down into the bright blue eyes of the handsome doctor that looked up at you. You turned your head, not to want him and the other nurses to know you were staring.

He had heard your words; maybe you were right? But why couldn't he see that it was you that he wanted to move on with? You were the best with children and babies; he sometimes smiled just watching you talk to the scared young patients that came into the hospital. You had a way to calm down not only the children but the parents. If he hadn't had his reservations, secrets, and personal issues, then maybe he would have asked you out sooner.

Chris had finished his rounds and had placed his chart and tablet back at the station. He had one more place to go and smiled as he headed to the NICU; nobody knew that he had always come here to talk to Olivia. He put some hand sanitizer on his gloved hand, reached into the incubator, and smiled as her tiny fingers wrapped around his.

"Hey there, angel, you're getting so much stronger, baby girl. Yes, you are," he said as he looked down at the tiny baby as she squeezed his index finger. He sat in a chair and smiled as he moved to check her heart with his stethoscope and smile as she winced a little at the cold feeling. "Sorry about that angel," he smiled and closed his eyes, hearing the little girl's heart beating strongly in his ears. He looked in at her and smiled as he studied her little face, her blue eyes looking up at him as she squeezed his finger again, her tiny mouth opening as she yawned.

"You know you're going to find a great family one day," he said, looking at her. "I didn't have a great family ... but my mom did what she could to make sure I turned out all right," he whispered as if Olivia could understand him.

He wondered if he would even be a good dad; after all, his dad treated him and his mom horribly; he closed his eyes and jumped a little as the door opened, and Y/N came in with your chart; Olivia was always your last round of the night. You'd never seen Chris in here, so you were a bit taken aback. You checked her vitals on the other side, not bothering him as you smiled as Olivia winced again at another cold stethoscope, and Chris chuckled lightly and placed the other gloved hand into the hole on his side to gently stroke the blue-eyed baby's hair.

"We promise we'll start warming them up, bug," he said, and Olivia turned her head, and he could've sworn she smiled up at him.

"You're so good with kids, Chris," Y/N said, putting your stethoscope around your neck and put your head sideways to study Chris. He looked tired, yet he was sitting here talking to a baby. "So, do you want kids, or do you have kids?"

"No ... I just don't think kids are for me," he shrugged. "That's why my wife and I got divorced; she wanted them, and I didn't. I've just got nieces and nephews," he said, looking up at you, and slowly, he pulled his hands out of the incubator.

You inwardly sighed, your teeth nipping at your lip at the answer to the question. You had a four-year-old son at home; how could you date a man who wasn't sure if he wanted children.

"I see," you say, smiling at him and writing down the results of everything you needed into the chart on your tablet. You turn to face the door.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris says, and you turn to look back at him.

"You know if you're not busy, uh," he runs a hand up the back of his head and stands up, walking to where you were. The two of you walk out of the NICU, and you face him as the automatic sliding doors close. He's rubbing his neck nervously, trying to find the words.

"What are you trying to ask Chris?" You smirk up at him.

"If you're not busy this Friday. We could go grab a few drinks at the bar across the street?"

"Wait, are you asking me out?" You ask, your eyebrows raising as you look at him.

"Yeah, I guess I'm saying that," he laughs and smiles at you.

"Sure ... I just need to take care of some things at home before I can get to the bar, but that sounds okay," you say, and you're biting the inside of your lip again. "I'll meet you there?"

"All right, what about 7:00?"

"Sounds good to me," you say and watch him walk down the hallway before you blink and pinch your arm to make sure this isn't some weird dream you're having. You shake your head and head to grab your bag, and you head out to your car and head home to let the babysitter who watched Oliver in the evening go home. You stand by his door, looking in at him sound asleep on the bed, holding his stuffed Dinosaur close to him. You head in and kiss his head and make sure he was tucked in before turning on his night light and heading to bed.

Chris had prepped for the date carefully. He hadn't been out on a date in years. He felt like it had been a different life, a different lifetime even. He had made a mental note that if the date went well, if they chose to venture forward with whatever the universe deemed this to be, that he would take you out on a proper date the next time: an early dinner, the museum, a walk through the park under the stars.

He had gotten to the bar around 6:30, looked down at his phone, he typed in your name to pull your contacts up. He bit his lip, his stomach getting small butterflies as he wondered what you would be wearing; what if you just stood him up. He shook his head and sighed as he began to type into his phone.

"Hey, I'm here. The table near the stage."

Chris looked up towards the Karaoke Bar and smiled as he sat his phone down. He ordered water just to have something to sip on as he studied the bar looking around at all the people, it seemed a little dead, but maybe that would be a good thing. His foot tapped the floor under the table nervously. He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked towards the door as it opened up, and the breath had caught in his throat.

You walked in, and he could've sworn his heart had jumped out of his chest. He watched as you walked towards the table. You had on strappy heels, a black polka dot skirt, and a black lacy shirt with a short leather jacket. Everything hugged you perfectly, and he had to lick his lips. He stood up and pulled the chair out for you, letting you sit down before he pulled the chair closer.

"You look... uh, you look amazing," he said and smiled as he looked at you. His face was turning red. You could even see it under the dull bar lighting.

"Oh My God! Chris, you're blushing," you say and smile at him.

"Hey, I haven't done this in quite some time. I'm a little rusty. Yeah?" He chuckled and smiled as he waved a waitress over and ordered some food and a couple of beers. The two of you sat talking about work, Olivia, and then the conversation of past relationships came up. Chris could sense that you were getting uncomfortable about something, so he smiled and placed a hand over yours and slid a little closer and placed a hand to your face, and gently ran his fingers down your cheek. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he was going to kiss you, but instead, he eyed the Karaoke bar, and a smirk appeared on his face. He smiled and stood up, offering his hand, and you reluctantly took it, not knowing what he had planned. He walked over towards the bar and pressed a few buttons before handing you one of the microphones; you were glad that they were the kind that you could put around your head with the microphone part in front of your mouth.

Something was comforting in the way he held your hand, his finger running around your thumb in the softest way. He looked at you, and your heart fluttered as the two of you waiting for the music to begin to play. You had to admit. You never had in your life felt like this for a man or anyone else for that matter.

"Now this song, I know you will know," he smirked close to your ear. "After all, you told me this was in one of your favorite movies," he winked, and you raised a brow and looked at him and smiled as the music for Time of My Life Began to play. You giggled into the microphone as he took both of your hands and pulled you closer and laughed as he began to sing.

Now I've had the time of my life

No, I never felt like this before

Yes, I swear it's the truth

And I owe it all to you

You smiled from ear to ear as you listened to him sing, he was horrible, but the way he looked at you and sung just to you made your insides turn to goo. You gripped his hands and giggled, the giggle filling the bar making the others smile and watch the two of you. You didn't know; some hospital nurses were there and were smiling from ear to ear.

Cause I've had the time of my life

And I owe it all to you

When the music kicked in, you giggled as he turned you around with his arm and began to dance with you. He was a better dancer than a singer, that was for sure. You giggle as the two of you danced together, moving closer and moving against him as the music continued to play before the vocals started back up.

I've been waiting for so long

Now I've finally found someone

To stand by me

We saw the writing on the wall

As we felt this magical

Fantasy

Now with passion in our eyes

There's no way we could disguise it

Secretly

So we take each other's hand

'Cause we seem to understand

The urgency

Just Remeber!

You're the one thing

I can't get enough of

So I'll tell you something

This could be love because

I've had the time of my life

No, I never felt this way before

Yes, I swear it's the truth

And I owe it all to you

You and Chris sung the rest of the song, ending up close to each other, eyes locked and lips close together. However, the sound of the bar cheering broke the grip the two of you had on one another, and he took your hand and walked back to the table. He looked at his watch and over to you and pulled his coat on.

"Come on, I want to show you something," he said with a smile and wrapped his arm around your waist. You lean into him, not caring that the bar was watching you walk out together. He smiled as the two of you walked down the sidewalk towards the park, and you leaned into him, sighing. He stopped walking and smirked at you as he leaned down and lifted one of your feet. He removed a heel and then did the same with the other.

Walking with your heels in one hand, he held your other hand with his free one and smiled at you. "Almost there," he said, and you laughed as he walked you over to the park and the swings. He stood in front of you, holding both of the chains as he smiles and looks into your eyes, his forehead pressed against yours, again you thought he was going to kiss you; but instead, he began to giggle as he stepped back and pulled the chains twisting them causing you to spin around on the swing, making you dizzy. He laughed as you stood up chasing after him, and due to your dizziness, you fell into him, causing you both to fall to the ground, which caused you to erupt into a fit of laughter. He pulled you close, your head resting onto his chest as his hand closed around yours, and he pulled it up to his chest. You looked up at him and smiled as you leaned and kissed his cheek. He smiled down at you, took your hand, and pointed it up to the sky. He told you the constellations. He showed you the north star, and he pointed out Orion's belt.

You looked up at Chris after pulling away from the kiss and took in a deep breath as his eyes locked with yours. He leaned in closer and placed his lips against your cheek. It's so soft, but it sends a shiver through you.

"Y/N," he murmurs against your cheek. "If you want me to stop, tell me," he whispers.

You shake your head and say nothing. His face moves and his nose grazes yours as he brings his lips closer, and he smiles; you smile, taking in how his nose scrunches and lines form beside his eyes.

"And now?" He murmurs as his lips delicately fall against yours.

"Or...," you reach up and pull him flush against you, and the rest of his words are muffled against his mouth. You ball up his shirt into your fists, and he smiles as he deepens the kiss and groans against your soft lips. He circles his arms around you, holding you as close as he possibly can, and pulls slowly to lean his forehead against yours.

After parting from the kiss, there was one thing that you were sure of. On that chilly fall night, you fell in love under the stars. There was one thing you weren't sure of. You didn't know which shone brighter, his eyes or the stars.

It hurt Y/N to have to pull away from him to head home, but your babysitter only had another 30 minutes. He walked you back to your car and smiled as he leaned down and placed your heels back onto your feet and looked up at you as he placed a gentle kiss on your hand before he stood up.

"Date next Friday?" Y/N asked and smiled as Chris pressed a quick kiss to your lips and nodded.

"Only if we can make it proper and you let me pick you up at your place?" You smiled and texted him your address and leaned and kissed him quickly one more time and smiled as he shut your door and watched as you pulled out of the parking spot.

He had kept his mental promise to himself and had taken you to a nice dinner, the museum, and you had ended up at the park again. You laid in his arms, looking up at the sky and studying the stars. You had gotten a babysitter who could stay overnight, just in case you wanted things to go farther.

He held your hand as it rested on his chest, and he moved and looked down at you and smiled as he kissed your forehead. His eyes locked with yours and his lips were on yours again. His lips were like poison on your lips, numbing and intoxicating. You'd stolen some kisses here and there at work, he'd sent you flowers and left you post-it notes on your rotations, and you found it endearing.

"I want you more than you'll ever know," Chris murmured as he leaned in and kissed you. "Come home with me?" He murmurs and pulls away to look down at you. You nod your head and smiles as he lifts you off of the ground carrying you to his car, kissing you as he's walking.

The drive home was only a few minutes, but for both Chris and Y/N, it felt like it was taking forever.

"I want you so bad," Chris groaned as he slipped off your coat and laid it on the chair he liked to read in. Exposing the exquisite sight of the tight dress that you had been wearing earlier.

"Yeah?" Y/N asked as your nose nudged against his, and Chris nudged right back.

"Yeah," he smiled.

They were both breathless by the time Chris' bedroom door opened, from the kissing and the way that Chris had slammed your back against the hallway wall as he tried to get the door opened while your arms were around his neck and your legs around his waist.

"Make love to me," Y/N breathed against his mouth. You groaned as you tugged Chris's bottom lip between your teeth.

He sat you on the edge of his bed and kissed you before he began to take great care in removing your dress. He marked your skin with his lips, leaving you little reminders for the next day. He got the dress removed, and you reached to tug his shirt over his head as he peppered kisses down your neck to your breasts.

You look up at him, your hand moving down his chest and then stopping at the waistband of his pants. You unzip his zipper and push his pants down and groan as he pushes his boxer briefs down with them. He springs out, and you wrap your hand around his erect cock.

"Fuck, baby," Chris hisses as your hand grasped him at the base. He was hard, painfully hard, but the slow twisting of your hand alleviated the tension. You swiped your thumb over the tip of cock, and you smirked as Chris moaned. Chris laid above you, sucking on your breast as you gently stroked his cock. Soon you removed your hand and pulled his head up to your face so you could kiss him. You could feel his cock resting against the inside of your thigh, and Y/N knew you needed to feel him inside you.

"Do we need a--" he said and looked down into your eyes and felt you pull his face back to yours, kissing him deeply.

"M on the pill," you murmured into his lips. "Need you now, baby," you murmured.

Chris had to bite his lip at the sound of your voice. He pulled your panties down, and a whimpered moan escaped his lips as he felt how dripping wet Y/N was.

"If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, we can-," Y/N put a finger to Chris's lips, and Y/N grabbed him and aligned him up to your slick entrance. Chris groaned as he pushed in, holding your hips close, and kissed you hungrily. They moved together in perfect sync, lips meeting every few moments as they groaned each other's names into each other's mouths. Chris took in how Y/N felt beneath him. Your sweat-slicked skin, how your chest and back rose and fell as you breathed, and how you moved your hips in desperation to meet his. This felt so perfect. Sex had never felt like this with anyone else.

"I'm close," you whimpered and wrapped your arms around him. Chris moaned and captured your lips in another kiss. He felt you contracting around his cock, and he pushed in frantically and groaned your name as they came together. He stayed inside of you for a few moments, lips lazily kissing your shoulder before he pulled out and pulled you against him.

"Can you stay?" He murmured, and you smiled as you nodded your head and kissed him lazily. "I might have to leave before you wake up," you murmured and buried your head into his neck.

"It's fine," he said, feeling his eyes already growing heavy. "Y/N," he murmured close to sleep. "I'm glad I waited for you," he said, kissing you lazily before he let sleep take over.

Like you had said the night before, you were gone when he awoke, but you had made his coffee and had left him a note on his coffee mug. Chris awoke the following day, he was hoping you'd still be there, but he figured you had some plans. He headed to the kitchen and smiled as he read the note on the mug and then fixed a cup of coffee.

He couldn't wait to see you later; he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you and kiss you; if you still wanted to keep things secret, he would kiss you like he had been kissing you. Little stolen kisses in the on-call room, quick little kisses as they both talked to Olivia. He hadn't thought that he would be able to move on after his divorce, he sighed as he thought about his wife. She had wanted children, and he just didn't think he would be cut out to be a father.

A couple of weeks had passed since Chris and Y/N had slept together. People around the hospital were now finding out about their relationship. They felt like things were going well. The only problem was that Y/N was terrified of him finding out that you had a four-year-old son.

The night before, as you had laid on your side half asleep, you had heard him saying that he loved you. You weren't sure if he was asleep or awake. You weren't sure if you had imagined it.

But you felt it too. You had felt it since that first night that he had shown you the stars. The night that he had made you feel like the center of the universe, you were the moon; you were his moon.

You had awoken that morning in Chris' bed to find him already gone for work. You were off that day and had planned on spending it with Oliver. You headed to the shower and smiled as you used Chris's body wash, liking how your body ended up smelling like him. As you dried your hair and changed into clean clothes that you had begun to keep at Chris' place for their Friday dates, your phone rang, and your frantic babysitter was on the other end of the phone, Oliver crying in the background.

"Y/N. I'm sorry, but I walked inside to get him a jacket, and he climbed up into that tree in the back, and then I heard him screaming and crying," she said quickly. "He fell out of the tree, and his arm's broken. We're in the waiting room of the hospital waiting," she said into the phone. "We're not at Boston Memorial. The ambulance brought him to Boston Children's Hospital," the babysitter made sure to note.

"I'm on my way," you said as you hurried out to your car in Chris' driveway. What you didn't expect was for there to be a ton of traffic.

Chris walked out to the waiting room with one of the orthopedic residents. He held a chart and looked down at the name and then over towards the babysitter. "Oliver Y/L/N?" he asked, and the babysitter nodded and held her hand out to Oliver, who looked up at her. "I want my mommy," he said and looked around. "I want my mommy," he said and looked up at Chris as Chris leaned in front of him.

"Hey Oliver," he said, looking at the little boy. "I'm sure your mommy's gonna be here as soon as she can, yeah?" he asked, and Oliver nodded his head and looked at Chris as Chris took out a little stuffed teddy bear that he kept in his pocket and held it out to the little boy. "In the meantime, why don't you hold this? He has magical powers. He'll make you brave, and he'll keep you safe until your mommy gets here, okay?" he asked, and Oliver nodded his head and reached for Chris' hand.

"Will you stay with me until my mommy gets here?" Oliver asked as he clasped his little hand into Chris's.

"Of course I will," he smiled. "We have to take you to this magical room that's going to take a picture of your bones. I'll be right by your side," he said, walking the little boy back through the double doors.

Chris walked in, placed the protective suit on, and stood beside Oliver as they took all of the X-Rays.

They took him to a room, and as promised, Chris sat with him right on the bed beside him, letting Oliver watch Cartoons on his phone. The little boy had fallen asleep, his tiny arm in a cast as his head laid against Chris' that rested on the mattress of the bed.

"His mom is in traffic," the babysitter said and looked up at Chris. "She says she's just a few minutes away," she smiled up at Chris.

"If you need to leave, it's fine," Chris smiled. "My rounds here are over. I can sit with him until his mom gets here," he said as he smiled down at Oliver and ran his hand over the little boy's head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course, just let his mom know which room's he's in," he nodded and looked down at the little boy who still held tightly to the bear he had given him.

The babysitter nodded and walked out of the room and towards the elevator. She headed down to the Lobby just as Y/N had walked in.

"Hey, he's on the 6th floor, room 616. The doctor's sitting with him," she said and smiled as Y/N hugged her. "I'm sorry again,"

"It's okay," Y/N said as you headed towards the elevator.

Y/N could have sworn that the elevator ride up to the 6th floor was taking forever. Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you watched the floor numbers count up from LobbyLobby to 6th Floor. When the door finally dinged, you stepped out, headed to the right door with the correct door number, pushed it opened, and stepped inside.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you saw Chris, your Chris sitting beside your son.

"Hey." You say, and Chris' head turns slowly, and you bite down on the inside of your cheek as he looks up at you, eyes big.

"Hey." He whispers back, looking over you. He stands slowly and runs a hand up the back of his neck.

"Is he o-okay?" You say, stumbling over the words a little.

"Y/N," he says, stepping closer to you. He takes his hand and lifts your chin. You look up at him and bite your lip as he places both hands on each of your cheeks. You feel like crying as you take in the way he looks at you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He finally asks, his fingers running over your soft skin.

"Chris," you whisper, looking over at your son sleeping soundly. You see that there's an IV running into his arm, and you gather it's probably something for pain. "You said kids aren't for you, and I just didn't know how to bring him up," he breathes in, and he leans his head against yours.

"I didn't have a good upbringing," he whispers simply and closes his eyes, and you wipe a tear that falls down his cheek. Whatever he was holding in was something he didn't talk about because his hands are trembling. "Let's just say my dad ... he wasn't a good man," he said simply. "I'm scared ... terrified that ..."

"Chris, you're not your dad," you say as you cup his face. "You're the best man I've ever met in my life. You complete everything about me, and if this scares you, I know it's something you didn't expect, but that little boy is my world," you smile and look over at your son as he holds the teddy bear that Chris always had in his pocket.

"And about what you said last night," you say as Chris wraps his arm around your waist. "I love you too." He smiles and presses his lips against yours, and you smile as he looks into your blue eyes.

"Mommy, why are you kissing the doctor?" A little voice says from the side of the two of you. Y/N laughs into Chris' lips before turning slowly to look at your son. You walked over to him and leaned down to kiss his head.

"Your Mommy and I are girlfriend and boyfriend, and she just told me that she loves me very much. What do you think of that?"

"I think that you should kiss her again," Oliver giggles and covers his little eyes with his hand that wasn't in the cast with his broken arm.

"Is that so?" Chris asks and smiles down at Oliver. He was still scared, scared that he would lose Y/N, but damn it, he was going to try to hold onto everything that came with dating you and being the best man that he could be for both you and Oliver.

"Yeah!" Oliver said, his hand over his eyes and a big smile. "Kiss her!"

Chris and Y/N laughed as they leaned into each other placing their lips to each other's, and smiled against each other's lips as Oliver laughed beside them.

3 Months Later

You rolled onto your side and felt the empty bed beside you, hoping to move into Chris. He wasn't there. You sat up and smiled as you reached over onto your nightstand, grabbing the baby monitor that sat there. You saw him in the nursery walking back and forth, cradling their baby girl against his chest. You turned up the volume on the monitor and smiled as you heard him softly humming a song to her, her precious little giggles filling the room as she looked up at him from her spot on his chest.

He was terrific. You wondered why he ever doubted himself in the first place. He had shown you what real love was, he had shown Oliver what a father was, and he gave that little girl more love than anyone ever could have dreamed of.

"Come on, my sweet little Liv," he said, kissing her head as he laid her into the crib. "Need to get your sleep," he said and ran a hand over her face as she smiled up at him as he started the baby mobile before heading back to bed to lay beside you. You couldn't help but roll over to lay on top of him, your lips hitting his and a giggle escaping your lips as he rolled you over. He pulls your shirt up, his lips kissing down to your tummy where he places tiny kisses, and he rests his head down and whispers sweet nothings against your small bump.

"I love you to the moon and back, little one," He looks up at you and smiles. "And I love you my sky full of stars,"

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