Sebastian Stan Imagines

Logs | Chris Beck

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(Y/N) (L/N)

Mission Day 45 (November 17, 2035)

Mission Cdr. Melissa Lewis

8:43:27.36 Log Started CENTRAL TIME

Log Number 32
[HERMES.ARESIII.LOGS/ASTRONAUT(Y/N)(L/N)]

SECURE SERVER

Dear Log/Diary,

Now, here's the problem.

I feel as if I'm hopelessly in love with my best friend.

Crazy, huh?

You see, I've been blessed by the gods above to be given someone as handsome and so fucking perfect like Doctor Christopher Beck. Seriously. That jawline? WHAT THE ACTUAL BAJESUS.

All the ladies on earth are freaking out, but I'm the one stuck with him on a cramped ship for a year and a half. It's a blessing and a curse all rolled into one huge burrito.

But seriously. I want an actual burrito.

These crappy tortillas filled with processed meat and beans are nothing compared to Costco chimichangas.

Hah. Chimichangas.

ERMAGHERD DEADPOOL.

*sigh*

Why was I chosen for this mission? I have the maturity of a three-year-old child.

But Deadpool tho.

Which reminds me, if Chris grows his hair out just a little bit, and puts foil on his left arm, he will look exactly like Bucky Barnes. Who is played by Sebastian Stan. Who is now in his fifties.

Both these men are fucking sex gods.

I literally wouldn't mind kissing either one of them or-

"Hey, what're you doing?" Chris asked, sitting next to you on your bed.

You frantically shut your laptop, and pushed in under your pillow, your cheeks painting red.

"Nothing," you answered quickly.

A little too quickly.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Oh really...?"

"Yes really," you retorted, standing up and stretching.

"Then you wouldn't mind me looking at what you were writing!"

He reached under your pillow, pulling out your laptop, even as you dove for it.

"Chris- Give it!- Stop it-"

He laughed, and pushed you away, opening the computer and typing in the password you now regretted telling him. You swatted at the keyboard, messing him up, so he had to restart.

Finally, he got in, and the NASA Log In screen popped up.

Chris pouted. "I don't know your NASA ID Password."

"And you're not supposed to," you stuck your tongue out at him, getting rid of the browser, and powering off your Laptop. "I'm gonna go get breakfast. See you later."

You walked towards the door to the hallway, when Chris' voice made you freeze right in your spot.

"(Y/N), I know you like me."

You spin around on a heel.

"You knew?"

He chuckled and stood up. "Yes, I did."

He stepped closer to you, a hand falling to your waist, and the other placed gently in your cheek.

"And I have to say... I like you too."

You smiled and grabbed him by the collar of his NASA Jacket, pulling him down to meet your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.