Sebastian Stan Imagines

◇ Chris Beck - Can't Sleep? ◇

 Chris Beck x Reader

I'm currently reading The Martian and this idea popped into my head. I've seen the movie but I'm not finished with the book yet so please let me know if I made any mistakes. Might be kinda short.

Note: This is on the night that they got back to the Hermes, right after Watney 'died'.

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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   I trudged around my bunk room, rearranging random things to keep myself busy or distracted. The Ares 3 crew and I arrived on the Hermes this morning after an emergency leave from Mars. Everyone made it back up safe, except for Mark Watney. Everyone was devastated as we had to ride back up with an empty seat in the MAV.

   It was quiet on the Hermes without Mark. You would usually hear him making witty jokes which lightened up everyone on board. Nobody had spoken outside of working since we left Mars. It really took a toll on the whole crew, especially Commander Lewis. She felt as if she had been the reason he had died.

   It was almost time for bed but everyone was going to bed early. Johanssen and Vogel were already passed out in their rooms. Martinez was finishing up some last minute work. Beck was reading in his room, and Lewis was in the rec room. I decided that I would try and get some rest as well. It's been a long day. I changed into a t-shirt and leggings and slipped into my bed. 

   The rooms on the Hermes were small. Just enough room for a twin sized bed and a couple boxes for storage. Not much but it gave us a little bit of privacy.

   I laid in my bed for a while, my head spinning as if it was a planet. All the events of the day replayed in my mind as I stared up at the ceiling. No matter what I did, it just wouldn't go away. Soon enough, I felt tears making their way down my cheeks. I turned onto my side and hugged my pillow, trying to make the tears stop, but they kept coming. 

   After a few minutes of trying to calm down, I finally pulled myself out of bed. I wiped my face and left my room. I made my way towards Beck's room. Beck was my boyfriend. He wasn't exactly supposed to be, but he was.

"Y/L/N?" I heard right before I reached Beck's door. 

   I winced and turned around slowly. Martinez stood in the hallway a few feet ahead of me.

"Oh, uhm, hey Martinez," I said awkwardly, trying to hide my face.

"Where you headed?" He asked, stepping closer to me.

   I just shrugged.

"Beck's room?" He said, causing my eyes to widen.

"I- uh- no, why would I-" I stared but he cut me off with a soft chuckle.

"Don't worry, Y/L/N. I'm not going to tell anyone," He assured.

   I kept my head low, thinking about what to say next.

"How'd you know?" I asked quietly.

"I see the way you look at each other," Was all he said before walking off.

   I stood there for a few moments before I turned to Beck's door. I prayed that I wasn't waking him up and turned the doorknob, opening it slowly.

"Chris?" I mumbled, slipping into the room. I saw him put his book down, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey baby," He said, closing the book and tossing it to the side.

"Can I stay in here tonight?" I asked quietly, softly shutting the door behind me.

"Of course," He responded.

   I made my way over to him, pulling the covers back and crawling on top of him. I curled into his chest, letting him pull the blanket back over us. He wrapped his arms securely around my small frame, rubbing my back.

"Can't sleep?" He asked softly, twirling a strand of my hair on his finger.

   I shook my head, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry beautiful," He sighed, holding me tighter.

"It's been a long day," I mumbled against him.

"It has," He agreed.

   It was silent for a little while longer as we held each other, the only sounds being our soft breaths. I traced random shapes onto his chest feeling calmer and calmer by the second.

"Martinez knows about us," I said and I felt him tense up a bit.

"H-He does?" He asked.

I nodded, "He saw me in the hallway and asked if I was coming to your room. I tried to deny it but he just told me he already knew about us and wouldn't tell anyone,"

"Huh," He breathed, "How'd he find out?"

"All he said was he sees the way we look at each other and then walked away," I explained.

   He laughed quietly, "I can't really help how I look at you. You're just so freaking beautiful," 

   My face started turning red as I hid my face, causing him to laugh again.

"Maybe you should start being more careful about that before Lewis catches on," I told him.

"Honestly, who cares at this point," He answered, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Uhm, I do," I said in a 'duh' tone, lifting my head to look at him, "If we get caught we can't be together anymore."

"She can't make us break up, Y/N. If we get caught she tells us to break things off until we get back, blah blah blah, and we just keep things on the low again but be more careful about it," He explained.

"Yeah but then what happens when we get caught again and we get in real trouble," I suggested.

"Babe, what's she going to do? She can't throw us out of the ship or anything," He told me. 

"I don't know. I just don't want to take any risks. You mean too much to me to lose you," I cuddled up closer to him.

"You mean a lot to me too, but I promise you, You're not gonna lose me," He soothed, "I'm not going anywhere. We're going to be on this ship together for another nine months."

"I know but that won't mean anything if we can't be together," I continued.

"Hey," He said, causing me to look up at him, "Don't worry, okay? We're going to be fine." He assured me.

   I nodded, "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too Y/L/N," He reached down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

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Okay this was a bit longer than I anticipated but I really enjoyed writing it. I'm trying my best to update often but I'm still thinking up ideas. I'll try and get some chapters out soon.

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