#christopher beck

[itz-me-aggie]

Interesting...

[whimsicalrogers]

Chris Beck Lockscreens

[astraeagreengrass]

The Best One

Summary: Chris Beck wakes on the morning of December 13th to a little surprise

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 1.906

Warnings: Just fluff and Chris Beck - that man should have a warning of his own! English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

A/N: This is my submission to @interestedbystanderwrites​ 12 Days of Christmas Drabbles! My prompt was "December 13: Think about last Christmas. How was your life different then? How is it the same?" with our precious space boy Chris Beck. Thank you Cass for hosting this amazing challenge and allowing me to participate! ♡

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Christopher Beck, astronaut, renowned doctor and flight surgeon of the Ares III mission to Mars woke on the morning of December 13th to the loud sound of something big toppling to the ground.

He grumbled into his pillow before raising his head, a dark mop of chocolate curls shielding indigo eyes from the soft morning light. The digital clock on his night stand let him now it was a little past seven - way too early to be awake.

His bed was cold. One body was not enough to keep it cozy the way he liked it and he wondered where his bedmate could be at such an ungodly hour. Remembering the noise coming from the living room, Chris abandoned the last remnants of his slumber and rose.

He had a stupid grin on his face as he made his way down the stairs. After nearly three years in space and over a month of recovery therapy, he was finally home. His house, his bedroom, his clothes on the closet, his ring on his fiancée’s left hand. It had been four weeks and she would still find him playing with the magnets on the fridge debating whether he should order pizza from the place that opened while he was away or just go to Target again.

Chris Beck was, by definition, shy. He’d never been one to excel at socializing or enjoy crowded spaces. Now, after all the time he’s spend interacting with only five other people, he was making conversation with Mrs. Baldwin, his elderly neighbor or calling his distant cousin in Japan in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep. Even the cold couldn’t stop him when he just needed to go to the mall because “he missed so much on fashion”.

The joy of his life, however, would always be you.

And you were currently surrounded by an explosion of Christmas decorations.

A Christmas tree laid fallen halfway across the living room - so that was the source of the noise. A rich assortment of ornaments were strewn on the couch, lazily spilling to the floor: balls, pendants, ribbons, string lights and a beautiful gold star. A garland hung above the fireplace and, on the mantel, were two red stockings: one for Chris and one for you.

Scratching his head he yawned, taking in the mess. You hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy trying to get the tree to stand back up. Still in your pajamas, fuzzy pink socks on your feet, you were perfect to go back to bed and cuddle him until noon. Then you could start whatever decorating business you wanted.

“Baby?” he called for you, voice still a little hoarse from sleeping.

Chris’ voice startled you. You lost your grip on the Christmas tree and it fell again, a whoosh of fake leaves and metal clanking on the floor. Turning around, you were disheartened to find your fiancée awake and your Christmas surprise ruined.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed, running to him and covering his eyes with your hands. “You were supposed to be asleep.”

“What…? Sweetheart, what the hell?”

Chris tried to free his gaze, but you were persistent, leading him back to the upper floor with one hand over his eyes and the other on his back, guiding him on the steps.

“I can’t believe you’re up so early. You absolutely cannot be here right now!”

“But why?” he whined as if he were a baby and not a 30-something man who’s been to actual space.

“It’s the first Christmas you’re spending at home in so long! I’ll be damned if it’s not perfect.”

You had reached your bedroom now. Yours - finally yours again rather than just your own. The air even smelled different, like it did when you first moved in to this house and you and Chris made it your home. Then he had to leave and it became too big for you and the loneliness that grew roots in his absence. You would never tell him how much you hated his job, and NASA and the over 900 days you slept in a bed without him, in a bedroom that was supposed to be his as well. However you would give him an unforgettable Christmas to celebrate his return, even if it mean leaving said bedroom early in the morning to set up the decorations.

Chris sat on his side of the bed. His t-shirt was rumpled and just the thought of snuggling to him under the covers, inhaling his scent on the soft cotton, brought butterflies to your stomach. A single ringlet of hair fell over his forehead - it was getting longer and shaggy now. Yesterday he jokingly said he was of thinking of letting it grow and asked if you'd still walk down the aisle to him if he looked like that guy from the Marvel movies.

You just laughed. He knew you'd marry him even if he was wearing his astronaut suit.

“Stay” Chris whispered, gently tugging on your pants.

You sighed, eyes fluttering shut. You knew if you looked at him - your soft lover, so at peace and at home - you’d cave, Christmas surprise be damned.

“I wanted to surprise you with the best Christmas ever.”

“It’s already the best one, sweetheart. I’m home.”

That sly motherfu-

You opened one eye and caught him grinning. Of course he was.

You huffed then threw yourself on the bed right on top of him. Life with Chris Beck had it’s assurances - you knew he could always trick you with more hours of sleep; he knew you would always give in to his charm; the universe knew you’d throw yourself at him and he’d catch you: warm hands under your shirt, swift arms rolling you over so he could kiss you better.

When Chris fell asleep again, he dreamed of a bright July morning, daisies blooming on the front porch and the clearest blue sky. The Christmas decorations would make way for white linen towels and champagne flutes, but the string lights would stay, hanging from the backyard trees lighting up the way for you, his bride. Even in his dreams, Christopher Beck longed for the summer, for your white gown and your new ring, finally on your right hand.

For now, he would let you throw the biggest, most extravagant Christmas party you could possibly come up with. You were doing it for his sake, and he would play along for yours. Indeed, he missed too much, but nothing as much as he missed you.

[blacktime]

It’s very rare for us to play one show in a given year, let alone two, but this one is special. Last year our pal Chris tragically passed away way too young from a brain tumour. A constant and ever buoyant figure on the London underground rocknroll scene, Chris was always sharp, funny, and infectiously enthusiastic about the music he loved, especially the sounds emanating from Memphis, TN and bands he’d witnessed during his annual pilgrimages to Gonerfest. He’s very much missed by everyone that knew him.

Come celebrate Chris’s life and see if we’ve forgotten all our songs again since Stix’s birthday bash. Also on the bill - N7′s finest suedeheads, Hygiene, check out their new long-playing record, Public Sector, it’s very good. Also stand-up and a covers band playing some of Chris’s ‘popular favorites’! All this and your fiver goes to a very good cause. In the words of Bruce Roehrs: see you fucks at the bar. 

[spiderkickstarter]

I think the best way to identify that I'm a nerdy person is to ask me why I want to meet Sebastian Stan.

Like sure, Bucky Barnes is cool and all and I love that character to bits.

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM AS CHRISTOPHER BECK IN THE MARTIAN.

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Private People

Anon Request: hi there!! could you write a seb x wife!reader who work together on marvel and do press together? thanks in advance!! 

Warnings: Fluff, language

A/N: Based the ideas in this off of another fanfic I’ve been writing for quite some time so I’m claiming rights to Emilia Reeves and Smoke. ALSO I looked up the meaning behind how the Winter Soldier got his name and it’s making the English major and the analytic in me spazz with joy.

(Y/N) stood nervously beside her husband as the pair prepared for a panel discussion at Wizard World. Sebastian could feel her hand tremble slightly in his as he rubbed the back of it with his other hand.

“Are you ready babe?” he asked.

“I’ll never be ready,” she replied with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t worry,” Sebastian said and then kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right there with you.” From in the distance, the surround sound speakers roared: please give it up for Sebastian Stan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! The crowd cheered and the thundering of voices rattled her ear drums. Slowly, (Y/N) followed Sebastian to the two chairs sitting in the center of the stage and hoisted herself into it as Sebastian smiled at her, proud of (Y/N) for agreeing to come speak with him.

“Okay Sebastian,” the panel mediator began, “one thing that a lot of people really want to know is who is this lovely lady beside you today and how did she get mixed up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?” Sebastian’s bright blue eyes shined toward his wife as the pair clutched to their secret.

“Do you want to take this one, (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked her.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Somehow one of the producers or writers at Marvel liked an idea I had sent in as a suggestion and asked me to come in and explain it. The concept of my character, Emilia Reeves, is that she was recruited by Coulson to become an agent of SHIELD after he realized all that she had gone through. A lot of what Emilia goes through is a reflection of Bucky’s trials. She’s taken in by HYDRA, experimented on, and forced into Terragenesis where she emerged as Smoke--the super badass name she goes by while working with the Avengers.”

“She’s a real breath of fresh air for Bucky to see that someone can still have a life after the torture and manipulation that HYDRA put them through,” Sebastian continued.

“(Y/N) you said you sent in a suggestion for the character, am I right?”

“Oh yeah, I Andy Dufresne-d the shit out of Marvel!” she called into the microphone. Immediately, Sebastian covered his and let out a loud laugh along with the roaring audience. “Oh fuck, can I not say,” immediately she covered her mouth as Sebastian’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Shit, no damn it! Gah!”

“Needless to say she and Chris contribute to the swear jar most,” Sebastian laughed into his microphone. Soon the audience died down and settled back into their seats. “But on a more real level, (Y/N) has done incredible work in creating this character and she really brings Smoke to life. It’s important to know just how hard (Y/N) worked to build Emilia and Smoke and the story behind the character as well. She’s been more dedicated to her character than any of us have been to ours.”

“What was the process like, filming with all of these seasoned veterans?” the question turned back onto (Y/N) as she folded her hands in her lap and tried not to swear again.

“It was great! Everyone was so supportive--even if someone was like ‘where the hell did this character come from?’ they were always willing to work with me to get the chemistry right and all,” she responded as she began to gain her confidence.

“Were some people more helpful than others?” she was again asked.

“Honestly, Sebastian is one of the most incredible people I’ve ever come across. He’s so sweet and, knowing I was relatively new to the acting scene, he was determined to break me out of my shell.”

“She gives me a lot of credit but she’s incredibly talented as a stand alone,” Sebastian quickly added as the panel continued. 

“So, Sebastian, can we expect any changes in Bucky that can be derived from Emilia?” Sebastian glanced over at his wife as she smiled and nodded toward him to answer the question.

“Um, yeah, Bucky really grows through his interaction with Emilia. She really understands what it feels like to be taken and turned into something she never wanted to become--for her an Inhuman, for Bucky an assassin--and that bond is really something that he uses to strengthen his own will to fight all HYDRA put in him,” Sebastian said with a smile spreading across his face. (Y/N) knew he wouldn’t be able to hold onto their secret for much longer so she hurried to extend on his answer.

“There’s a lot of healing for Bucky that happens through getting to know Emilia, but they also grow together. Bucky is having to determine who he is in the world apart from HYDRA apart from pre-world war two, and Emilia is still trying to get a handle on how she fits into the Avengers jigsaw puzzle.”

“Eventually, they both kind of figure out that the scars they have on their souls match and they fall into their positions in the Avengers jigsaw puzzle, as (Y/N) said,” Sebastian continued.

“You two have been reported as dating for about three months a few years ago when (Y/N) worked on another project with you, Sebastian. Everyone here can see that you have such a nice chemistry and stage appearance together,” the mediator commented as he moved the pair onto the next question, “so what I’m wondering is if that chemistry plays off well in the ‘rumored’ steamy scene between the two of you?” Immediately the two started laughing. “How did that come about? Was it in the script or what? Did it cause any tension between you two after having been broken up?”

“Well, if you’re asking me, it wasn’t scripted but I was really happy to do it,” Sebastian laughed as a smile flooded his face and his eyes danced toward (Y/N).

“I don’t know why people always assume we broke up,” (Y/N) started to laugh alongside Sebastian as he placed a hand on her knee.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” Sebastian asked with a wink. (Y/N) shrugged and Sebastian continued speaking. “(Y/N) and I are both pretty private people and pretty introverted so it makes sense that there aren’t many up-to-date photos of the two of us together out of costume.”

“But we never broke up,” (Y/N) continued. “In fact, the kiss between Emilia and Bucky was not planned whatsoever. Seb was filming with Chris and Anthony and I was supposed to be wrapped for the day. When I got back to my trailer, there was a small letter folded on my couch.”

“I wrote her the quote from Thomas Paine’s The American Crisis, which is where the Winter Soldier got his name, that read ‘These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.’”

“And below that was this long, heartfelt message about the trials our relationship had been through and then, at the very bottom, Sebastian wrote that--”

“You were the most glorious triumph of my life,” he quoted as he stretched out his hand to hers.

“Under the letter was a ring and I took off toward set again and barged into the frame, still in costume, and just jumped into his arms and kissed him.”

“Apparently the cameras kept rolling and I guess they decided to use it somewhere in the film,” Sebastian chuckled as he clasped his wife’s hand in his. “But what you’re really watching isn’t Emilia and Bucky, rather (Y/N) and Sebastian.” After a long amount of cheering, ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs,’ the crowd settled down and the mediator managed to ask another question.

“So when’s the wedding?”

“Five months ago,” Sebastian chuckled as his wife mumbled into her microphone. His eyes were beaming with joy and pride as the usually timid woman in front of him started to laugh as the crowd of fans gasped in betrayal. She wouldn’t have traded a single moment of their private lives for a moment of glamor with the paparazzi. Sebastian was hers and (Y/N) was his and they didn’t see the need to include the rest of the world in their relationship until they wanted the rest of the world to know. In front of everyone, Sebastian leaned over and pressed his lips gently against (Y/N)s and whispered into her ear, “I’ll always be your winter soldier.”

[kingsebastian]

Before Leaving for Mars

[starbuckie]

uploading the chris beck fic in forty five minutes!!