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arranged: pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)

arranged - pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please), some violence, nothing crazy though. 

A/N: I absolutely adore this part

W/C: 5k

Italian and Italian translation in italics.

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Before you knew it, it was Saturday. One week. You’d been married to Chris for a week. Everyday, you got to know him better and better. You shared many laughs and late nights, talked about your favorite books, movies, favorite genre of music. The two of you were nowhere near the life of love and happiness that your mother predicted, but you were friends. 

Ever since that day with the alarm and the guns and the conversation you had with Chris about your mothers expectations of you, you stopped getting up so early. Chris insisted that you stop setting an alarm and just wake up whenever you wanted, but getting up and at least starting breakfast for him gave your days a little bit of purpose. 

Today, you had a plan. You were starting to get a tad stir crazy and thanks to the phone Chris had set up for you and your new best friend, Google, you’d found out about a carnival happening in town and were planning to ask Chris on a date. He made it very clear that he was in absolutely no rush to get anywhere romantically with you and normally, you’d be a little insulted by that, but you knew it was just him being respectful and a gentleman. You also knew that you were the only one who saw that side of him and that made you giddy inside. 

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arranged: pt. 4 (come home to me)

arranged - pt. 4 (come home to me)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, reader stitches up Chris, blood. A teeny little bit of smut but nothing crazy. (18+only)

A/N: I love this part. so much. like so fucking much. another shout out to @delilahjamesevans and @blizzspeaks for helping me out!

also, this one is 100% dedicated to you guys. your love for this series put me at 3k followers and I cannot believe it. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

W/C: 6.2k

Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME!

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You studied Chris as he moved around the kitchen, the clanking of pots and pans combined with the string of obscenities he was mumbling over his breath made you chuckle. He turned, throwing you a playful scowl. Keeping an eye on him over the brim of your coffee mug, you smirked, “Need help?” you teased before blowing the hot beverage lightly. 

“I survived for 35 years without a wife, I am perfectly capable of cooking breakfast,” he growled. 

You hid another snicker by sipping your coffee, knowing damn well Chris had a cook up until you moved in. Once you found out that Chris had a cook, you’d asked kindly for them to be relieved so that you were able to take that over. It seemed so 1950s at the time, but you knew that as the wife of a don, you couldn’t work, so you needed something that gave you some kind of purpose during the days. This week, you’d started diving into baked goods, trying your hand at an assortment of cupcakes, muffins, beignets, cookies, etc. You were pleasantly surprised when you came home from lunch with your mom to find a stack of cookbooks on the kitchen island for you. Chris teased you yesterday about needing to find a new hobby, one that wouldn’t ruin his 6 pack, to which you asked for his black card, as a joke, and he was all too quick to hand it over. He was totally fine with shopping being your new hobby. 

“Let me help you, marito.” (husband)

A smile tugged at his lips when you cooed the Italian term of endearment as he impatiently waited for the gas range to flicker to life, “I got it, I got it. Sedersi e rilassarsi.” (sit and relax)

Sedersi e rilassarsi. Sedersi e rilassarsi. You repeated it a couple of times in your brain before shaking your head in defeat, “Tradurre.” (translate) You and Chris had been working on your Italian over the past couple of days, one of the only words you had to use regularly was ‘translate’. 

“Sit and relax, cara, I’m handling it.” 

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the boston brute series: pt. 6 (don’t give up on me)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 6 - Don’t Give Up On Me

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is mentioned in this one, too. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Mentions of violence, Chris being hit. The reader is cornered and made uncomfortable by someone in her hotel room. Forced Proximity with Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst.  As always, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: all I can say is… emotional damage…

W/C: 9.8k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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*Chris POV*

Thursday Night:

“Bro, what the fuck?!” Connor yelled after Chris, jogging to catch up with him after you’d quite literally shoved him out of your house. His track record for leaving your house peacefully wasn’t looking good. 

Chris didn’t blame you, though. He deserved it. 

But he saw the look on your face when he told you you were beautiful and he panicked. He had been honest with you, though. Chris thought about you constantly. All-day, every day. His thoughts revolved around you, which scared the living fuck out of him. It’s the whole reason he’d kept his distance this week. The two of you didn’t really even know each other that well and the way he felt about you, the protectiveness and the want, scared him. 

It was no secret that he’s gotten around. He’s hooked up with his fair share of women, some more than once. But he’s never felt this desperate for someone before. 

He’s never ached to touch someone like he ached to hold you. 

No one’s smile has even made his stomach flip like yours does. 

It was confusing for him. 

He’d never had an example of what love or healthy relationships should look like and even though he craved that with you, he knew he could never have it. He didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve a relationship that would be doomed from the start. You deserve someone who could treat you like you were meant to be treated. Someone who worshipped you. Not that Chris wouldn’t, per se, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how deeply he could fall, he knew that he would always do something to fuck it up.

“Chris, bro. Stop!” Connor reached out, grabbing Chris’s bicep and pulling him to a stop. “What the fuck happened?”

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Fixer Upper - Mechanic!Curtis AU Masterlist

A/N: Here is the masterlist for the Mechanic!Curtis AU! This won’t be a full series, but a collection of interlinking oneshots, drabbles etc as and when I think of them!

They won’t be posted in chronological order but the Masterlist will be!

If there’s a scene you want to see let me know by sending me an ask!

Warnings will be tagged in each part!

Saving Dougie

Change The Oil

IS THAT AN AXE?!

Open Mic Night

Grow A Pair

F*ck Him

Drinks Maybe?

The First Date

Glowing Review

Titles

Come Closer

The Worst Kind Of People

The Grinch

Fiddling Fingers

Glasses Are Sexy

Newest Crewmate

The End Of The Road

A Long Day

Headcanons/Extras

What does Curtis drive?

Happy Valentine’s Sweetheart

I am obsessed with reading Mafia Steve stories!! Love this one

Part 1: Hidden Gems

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Words: 3.1k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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SR: Dinner tonight at my place. 9 PM. Dyson will bring you to me.

Your heart slammed in your chest on seeing that text message. Your time was up. Your mind scrambled to think of what you could do to get out of this. How could you escape him?

SR: Don’t make me come looking for you.

The warning was clear, and you knew you weren’t brave enough to run.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

DUN DUN DUN……..Cliffhanger!

the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots of fluff and soft Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Chris POV

Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had. 

He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family. 

His stomach turned when your eyes widened. 

“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions. 

Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all. 

Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?” 

His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself. 

“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.” 

He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves. 

Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family. 

Which was stupid. 

It’s his family. 

He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal. 

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1. When I was 5 years old I went downstairs to show my dad the library books I just got and tripped down the stairs and had to get my two front teeth removed (they were baby teeth thankfully).

2. I know how to make a margarita, because of my grandma. At my cousins wedding (small, reception at his house), he set out things to make a margarita, I was 19 and only had wine coolers. I put the pre-made margarita in the cup and sprinkled the salt in the glass. She didn’t yell but told me how to make them. Now every year on her birthday Leap Year, or when the family celebrates it I have one in her honor.

3. I’ve only lived in three places. My parents house, apartment in my 20s with my boyfriend/now hubby at the time, and our house now with him and our four crazy kids!

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1. I have broken 2 bones. One happened when I was barely 2 and 1/2.

2. I have been a bridesmaid or maid of honor 11 times. I also sang in 3 other weddings.

3. A small snake got into a bank I used to work at and no one would go near it. After a minute, I grabbed a ruler, coaxed the snake to coil around part of it and took it outside. The manager made me a "snake charmer" award later and had no idea why we all laughed so hard when she gave it to me.

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Long awaited chapter 8 does not disappoint!

Although I wonder about the other parts of where the story would of taken us!

the boston brute series: pt. 8 (baby steps, DUAL POV)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 8 - Baby Steps (DUAL POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.)  Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I finished this like 2 minutes ago lmao please expect grammatical errors also, shout out to @blizzspeaks​ and @tis-thedamn-season​ for letting me bounce ideas off of you constantly hahaha i love and appreciate you more than you know!

W/C: 7.1k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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“Hey, you.” You smiled softly as Chris walked through your office door, pushing it shut behind him. His hair was damp from his shower, styled back and out of his face with the exception of one strand that fell down the center of his forehead, curling slightly. 

He let his duffle bag hit the floor with a thud. “Hey.” He responded, mirroring the same nervous smile. Your eyes moved slowly around his face, memorizing his features. His smile was your favorite. Chris had only blessed you with an actual, genuine smile a couple of times and now that you guys have decided to give your relationship a shot, you longed to see it more. 

“Need stretched?” You inquired, standing from your desk and raising your eyebrow playfully. He didn’t. You knew that he was just coming to say bye and walk you to your car. It’d only been 3 days since you guys started officially dating and you were loving that you’d kind of already fallen into a routine.

Chris shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind having your hands on me.” 

“Ha.” You rolled your eyes, walking around your desk and leaning your butt against the edge. He sauntered towards you, stopping just before he reached you. 

“Everyone else cleared out.” 

Your smile widened at the obvious statement. This was Chris you were dealing with, after all. “I figured.” Even on days when he just had practice, he was still the last one out of the locker room. It made you giddy inside thinking that you were part of the reason for that now. 

He closed the distance between you, reaching up to cup your cheek. “How was your day, princess?”

Leaning into his hand slightly, your eyes met his as you thought back to the first time he’d called you that. You couldn’t stand it. Now, it makes your heart skip a beat. “Uneventful. Yours?” 

“Uneventful,” Chris responded quietly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your gaze again. 

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you, but Chris had been very adamant about following your baby steps rule. Annoyingly so. 

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I can imagine Chris doing this wink cheeky grin then skating away!

the boston brute series: pt. 4 (what are you doing in my house?)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 4 (What Are You Doing In My House? DUAL POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s). Weed mentioned very briefly. Talks of people having sex. Reader gets groped in a bar, someone tries to get her to leave with them. Language. (18+ please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I love this ppppaaaarrrtttt. It was a lot longer than I originally thought it would be lol

W/C: 9.1k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.

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Reader POV (picks up where pt. 3 left off)

You peeled out of the parking lot, laughing to yourself at the look on Chris’s face.

He definitely hadn’t expected you to throw Dean back at him.  Not that you had really expected the jealousy you felt when he brought up the puck bunny waiting for him at home… but regardless, you got more of a reaction out of him than he did out of you. Add another tally to the mental scoreboard! Kind of… Was it honestly a tally on your end if you were so damn jealous of the girl he had in his bed tonight? Maybe each of you deserved a tally. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he brought it up. It was made very clear that the tension you felt wasn’t just on your end.

You felt a little bad on your drive home, as confusing as it was, he was pretty upset about what Dean had said to you and he did take a penalty to put him in his place, but Chris was so fucking pushy. And enough with the ‘princess’ talk already. Who does he think he is? It’s so unprofessional and if he kept it up, someone was going to think that something was going on between the two of you. You laughed at the thought.

Sure, you both have clearly noticed that there was some… attraction… but that’s all that it was. Chris was an asshole. A ripped, tall, attractive asshole. But still an asshole.

Several minutes later, you pulled into the driveway, excited to tell Marlowe about Dean getting his ass kicked. Although, knowing Payton, he would’ve already told her what Chris did. He never misses a Bruins game.

You walked through the front door and your heart sank. Your best friend sat on the couch, her beautiful brown eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears. Dropping your things, you rushed over to her. “Babe, oh my god, what happened?” You rested your hands on her thighs, giving her a second to collect herself. Whatever it was, she was really hurting.

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