Request by dylvxid

Imagine looking out at Earth with Chris Beck..
(for some reason i imagined Y/n as being British, probably because I just watched 3 fucking British shows, but that's honestly why this sounds so, um, formal i guess idk)

The sun eclipsed half of the earth as I watched my home planet through the wall made out of glass. Everything was made of blues and greens along with white shrouds of cotton floating above some of the continents. For a planet made of such corruption and chaos, it seemed beautiful. Wars were nonexistent; legacies didn't matter; laws were unperturbed; legislation was ignored. All of these invaluable concepts were of no importance in space. Grand cities couldn't be seen; farmlands were specks of dust. Land itself was just massive areas of greens and greys. Oceans- one could actually see the entirety of the oceans from up here. Everything was beautiful; everything that mattered didn't matter. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Chris walked up beside me and watched the earth such as I was. He didn't say anything, but I noticed that he was gazing at me from time to time. Time. Time didn't mean anything. You slept when you slept; you worked when you worked. Military time didn't mean anything to me. It was another small concept that I had escaped even though it was with us the entire time we were up here. Time- just another concept made up by humans that somehow mattered. Time is all I wanted more of.

"It's beautiful," I whispered as I continued to gaze out the window at Earth. From our angle, we could see the left side of the earth being shined upon by the sun while the right was covered in darkness. Darkness- another thing that we only knew of up here. Space was entirely dark besides the stars, but stars were just lightening bugs in space. Stars were small, mere objects that would die out soon enough just as fireflies. Light was what they yearned for in the darkness, but the entirety of their life they were surrounded by it- other stars craving light and giving off light for their depraved friends. Friends- another thing that didn't matter but mattered entirely within the vortex of space. Friends were something I left on our dying planet, but friends were who surrounded me my entire time within the space station.

"It is," Chris murmured as he cast a glance at me.

"I wish everyone could see this such as we are," I murmured as I inhaled a slow breath. "Everyone is deprived of the true beauty they walk and breathe upon."

Chris chuckled softly as he hung his head. "There's pictures of Earth all over the internet, Y/n," Chris murmured and through the corner of my eyes I could see he was wearing a small smile.

"But they don't see it like we are," I murmured. "They see it as a wasteland for their undesirables. I wish everyone could see the magnificence of the planet for its true intentions, not just a pitiful disposal for garbage."

Chris continued to softly smile at me as I gazed at our home planet. "If only the aliens could see us," he chuckled.

I smiled a small smile in response as I watched Earth. "They'd pity us," I murmured. "They'd realize how full of pollution Earth is and never come back."

"What about Area 51?" Chris asked which prompted me to gaze at him.

"What about it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Chris chuckled before answering. "Those aliens are still here," he murmured.

I shook my head with a smile on my face before turning back to gaze at Earth. "They're being held against their will," I murmured, "if Area 51 is even real." The two of us stood in silence for a moment before I spoke up. "It's twisted that we kidnap alien life forces and hold them in captivity when we, ourselves, treat hostage situations like they're a bloody threat for war."

Chris stepped closer to the glass and chuckled. "I take it that you don't like zoos, then?" he chuckled.

"Zoos are a bloody disgrace," I whispered. "Even if we take in animals that are dying out, we hold them in cages for the entirety of their lives and put a price on their head solely for the entertainment of adults who can't watch over their children properly," I mumbled. "If we can't put a price on a human life, then why do we put a barcode on an animal's? They're alive, too. They have emotions and feelings; they get physically hurt. Why do we insist on selling them so people can make money off of the prettiest poodle they bred? What's the point of having dog shelters when half of them kill off the creatures anyway?"

Chris sighed quietly as he closed his eyes. "When I walked over here, I really didn't anticipate that we would be having such philosophical conversations," he chuckled.

I smiled in response and cast a glance at him before looking out the window. "I can stop, if you like," I chuckled.

Chris shook his head and laughed. "No," he sighed, "no. Keep going. It's interesting. It's making me think about everything wrong I've done in my life."

I giggled as my eyes met his for a moment. Kindness truly radiated off of Chris like a never ending wavelength. I never saw people beautifully as a whole, but there were limited amounts of individual persons that beautiful was all they were. Beauty isn't measured on the outside, as corny as it sounds, but it's calculated based on what's inside of your mind and your heart during crucial situations. Happy affairs during one's life don't measure anything; it's the moments that break a person that truly show their real colors. And Chris was one of the limited persons that was undeniably beautiful within his true self, I had no doubt of that. I hadn't seen him broken, but I had seen him upset. Space did that to a person, even if it was as magnificent as it is.

"I guess I'll go on, then," I murmured with a small smile as I returned my gaze back to our homeland.

"Hit me with all of the philosophy you can," Chris cooed.

I closed my eyes for a moment in content before reopening them. "Humans hate making assumptions when that's entirely what surrounds our nature," I murmured. "We create all of these ideas and name them as factual evidence, but in reality they're just stories we tell ourselves to help us understand our misdemeanors."

"Wow," Chris murmured as he shook his head. "That's really fucking deep," he chuckled. He paused for a moment before asking, "I'm just guessing here, but do you not believe in God, Y/n?"

I cast a quick glance at him before gazing out the glass. "I always have this, um, story I tell people when the subject of God comes up," I murmured. "Do you wish to hear it?"

"I'm all ears," Chris chuckled.

"Well," I began. "Nowadays, we call people crazy for hearing voices in their heads and prescribe them medications to help them get better," I murmured. "We convince them that the voices aren't real and that they're simply insane." I paused for a moment before glancing up at him. "So, why do we believe that a man or men, many centuries ago, actually wasn't mentally ill? Why do we believe in something that's based off of hearing voices that's claimed to belong to our creator? We maim people as mentally unstable when they claim to hear voices, but as a whole, that's entirely what we're believing in- just a man who heard voices," I murmured.

Chris softly smiled at me and nodded his head. "My guess is that having a God helped calm the masses back then," he mumbled. "God helped monarchs and rulers keep their people at ease."

"It hasn't worked so far," I chuckled. "If God was real, in my opinion, there wouldn't be mass deaths created by unnatural causes," I murmured. "People wouldn't slaughter each other; sins wouldn't be evident in our nature."

"But sinning makes us who we are," Chris murmured.

"But read the Bible," I began. "Sinning ranges from having premarital sex to having multiple lovers."

"God didn't write the Bible," Chris whispered with a smile.

"But someone who heard voices did," I whispered back with a small smile. "The Bible is someone else's beliefs on how mankind should behave. Imagine if you or I wrote the Bible," I murmured with a smirk.

Chris chuckled and shook his head. "My opening paragraph would be that everyone has to treat me like a king," he giggled. "And also that killing dogs is treason of the highest offense."

I giggled and shook my head in response. "If I wrote it," I began, "my opening paragraph would be that everyone's allowed to do whatever and whoever they want just as long as they're not physically harming anybody or any animal."

"Even drugs?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded my head. "Even drugs," I murmured.

Chris' eyes studied mine and I returned the favor. His eyes were enchanting to gaze upon; hues of blues and light greys engulfed his irises.

"You're not too bad, Y/L/N," Chris murmured. "Not too bad, at all."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do others think of me in the same way?" I chuckled.

Chris giggled softly and his body shook while doing so. "Everyone on the elongated trip to Mars and back adores you, Y/n," Chris murmured.

"I'm sure they feel the same about you," I murmured back as I offered him a small smile.

Chris sighed. "They only love me because I'm their ticket to recovery," he chuckled.

"Hey," I cooed as I swatted him on the arm. "That's not true! You're Sexy Becky," I laughed.

Chris covered his face with his hands as he tilted his head down. "That nickname is never gonna leave me," he sighed.

"Not while I'm here," I murmured as he took his hands away from his face. I winked at him as I whispered, "Sexy Becky."

Chris nudged me on the shoulder and I giggled in response. "Why couldn't I be given a better nickname?" he chuckled. "Why couldn't I be, like, Doctor Sexy or Christopher Columbus or some shit?"

I rolled my eyes as I laughed. "I think Some Shit works perfectly for you, now that I actually think about it," I remarked.

Chris playfully glared at me and nudged me on the shoulder once again. "I guess I'll accept Sexy Becky," he chuckled. "At least it's a compliment of some sort."

"See?" I exclaimed. "There ya go. Positivity is key!"

Chris rolled his eyes and looked to the heavens for a moment before glancing down at me. "I think it's my new and most important job to give you a nickname, Y/n," he remarked.

"No," I immediately responded as I giggled. "I'm the queen of nicknames for a reason, Sexy Becky."

"I don't know," Chris cooed as he studied me. "I think I may be the newest addition to that royal court."

"No," I squeaked as I dove myself into his side only for him to barely move a centimeter. I continued to push on him and he still remained in his same spot. "You're not invited to my royal court," I exclaimed.

Chris chuckled as I put all my weight into pushing him over only for him to move yet another centimeter. "Do you want me to dramatically fall over so you can feel superior in this situation?" he asked as he laughed.

"No," I sighed in defeat as I stood up straighter. "Now that you said that, it'll only make me feel weaker."

Chris shook his head as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side as the two of us gazed out at Earth.

"Y'know," Chris began. "If you squint your eyes just the right amount, you can see Dallas."

I glared up at him as I murmured, "You're an idiot."

"What?" Chris exclaimed as he waved his freehand towards the glass. "You can clearly see Dallas, Y/n!"

"That's definitely not Dallas," I responded. "That's not even the United States, Chris. That's Germany."

Chris rolled his eyes as he squeezed my body tighter into his side which caused me to squeak as I felt my lungs collapsing. He loosened his grip on me after only a moment of squeezing me as he chuckled. "Y'know," Chris began as he looked down at me.

"What?" I giggled as I looked up at him.

Chris motioned his hand towards the glass as his gaze followed his hand. "Dallas is really fucking beautiful from space. I mean, that's definitely Dallas," he exclaimed.

"That's fucking Germany," I exclaimed while laughing. "That's a wholeass country, Chris!"

Chris shook his head while his mouth formed a straight line. "Nope," he murmured. "That's Dallas."

"Germany," I grumbled back.

Chris cooed, "Dallas."

And this feat went on for about another five minutes until I shut him up by kissing him. Yes, I did the most cliche thing that's ever been done. I shut up an attractive man mumbling about Dallas, Texas by locking lips with him because the correct answer was Germany.

A year from this exact day, Chris would still be pointing at pictures of Earth, even on our honeymoon, and claiming that Germany was, in fact, Dallas, Texas.

I married the dumbest person alive who's unfortunately a doctor. Even the voices who claimed to be God couldn't help me now.

ayeeee i liked this ayeeeee