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the boston brute series: part 9 (baby steps be damned)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 9 - Baby Steps Be Damned

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. Neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. SMUT (fingering, oral - fem receiving. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has fluff, too! 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: 6.6k

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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Sitting on your designated stool in the corner, your leg bounced rapidly as the game played out in front of you. It was the 3rd period, tied at 2 with the LA Kings.

You have loved hockey for a long time, but even when you were with Dean, the games still didn’t feel this intense. It was so obvious that Chris loved what he did and his love for the game had you hooked. It also didn’t hurt that he looked so damn good while he was doing it. The way that he moved on the ice was mesmerizing, especially because you knew what each of those muscles looked like when they were bare and flexed.

Luckily, no one had gotten injured or needed anything from you today, so you were able to focus on what was happening and it was getting close to going into overtime. There were only 7 minutes left in the game and of course, Chris picked a fight.

You cringed as the other player’s fist swung towards Chris’s face, a hard punch landing on his cheek before he started firing back. This was the one thing you hated. Obviously, they let the players fight for a reason, but it always seemed to be Chris throwing the punches and you hated it.

They hit the ground hard and the crowd rose to their feet, fists pounding against the plexiglass. Chris was pulled off of the other player, whatever they were yelling at each other was drowned out by the roar of the crowd as he was escorted quickly to one of the penalty boxes. He turned to sit on the bench and your rolled your eyes. His cheek was bleeding.

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@blizzspeaks Chris and the grapefruit!

@time-for-a-lullaby , let me at them! You are one of the most down to earth likeable people ever!

Like i said if we can find them, we can toss them over the river on the east side!

okay i know i shouldn’t engage

i know i shouldn’t 

but i really wanna know, because i’m usually a pretty likeable person so if you don’t like me… i feel like it’s a you problem and not a me problem… 

so please tell me hahahaha

to the people who constantly send me hate and tell me that i’m garbage and my ideas are gross and shit and that you hate me…

why? like do you genuinely not like me for a good reason or are you just trolling around hahaha 

like i just want one valid reason why you don’t like me hahaha because i don’t think i’ve done anything for people to genuinely not like me.

arranged series drabble: everything we’ve always wanted

Arranged Series Drabble: Everything We’ve Always Wanted

Pairing: mafia!chris evans x pregnant!reader

               mafia!seb stan x ofc!lydia ricci

Warnings: not proofread. i think just language and pregnancy mentioned. pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness).

W/C: 1.6k

A/N: SCREW IT. I’M POSTING IT NOW. Thank you guys for loving this series so much.

Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone this time, sorry) 

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“Tutto bene, cara?” (are you okay, dear/darling?)

You looked up from your place on the bathroom floor, the cool tile providing a little comfort from the queasiness you were feeling. “I’m okay.” 

Still, Chris’s concern didn’t waver. 

“I can stay home.” 

“No, I’m okay. Promise. Just a little morning sickness.” You stood, grabbing a tissue to wipe your mouth while looking at Chris appreciatively, his hand extended with your toothbrush. 

You thought that since you were almost in the second trimester, the morning sickness would’ve eased up by now, but your doctor informed you it was normal for your symptoms to amplify with multiples. 

Fucking twins. Twins. 

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Cait, you are an amazing person and I’m sorry that certain people only wanna bring out the worst in this situation. Sending you hugs, and I hope baby lullaby feels better soon.

OKAY.

LISTEN UP PEOPLE. It’s 8am and i already wanna delete my account.

I absolutely, under NO circumstance, need ANYONE to bully or berate anyone on my behalf. If you’re sending anyone hate thinking you’re helping me in any way, you are DEAD ASS WRONG. Don’t come on here and bully someone and call someone nasty names. It’s immature. It’s horrible.

I am fully capable of handling situations with other accounts like the adults that we all are and would appreciate it if you guys would let me.

I have a very sick one year who needs my attention and i do not have time nor the headspace to be dealing with this shit at all. Especially right when i wake up.

I’m not tagging the account because i don’t wanna bring anymore attention to the issue before i have time to actually sit down and assess/respond to everything, but just stop reaching out to them. Leave the situation alone.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna deal with my actual kid instead of the children blowing up my asks.

Just a month away!

arranged: pt. 2 (mi assecondi)

arranged - pt. 2 (mi assecondi)

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. Mention of running away. (18+ only, please)

A/N: GAH THIS PART. Also HUGE S/O to @delilahjamesevans and @blizzspeaks for letting me bounce all of  my crazy ideas off of them. You guys are amazing!

W/C: 8.1k

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The next few days flew by but also drug on. You woke up around 5:30 every morning, enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen before getting yourself ready for the day and then making breakfast for you and Chris. Neither of you really said more than 4 or 5 words to each other throughout the day. He would mumble something to you about needing to work and then he would disappear for hours. You hadn’t enjoyed dinner together yet. But still, you made something nice, waited at the table for an hour before eventually wrapping his plate in foil and placing it in the fridge. You’d leave a note on the door of the fridge that dinner was in there and the next morning, the note and the plate would be gone. So, he was obviously getting the message. 

You kept to yourself, excusing yourself back to your room after breakfast or sitting in the living room and diving into one of the many books Chris had. He was gone all day, so it wasn’t really like you needed to entertain him or act busy. Before your wedding, your father took your cell phone, stating that you didn’t need that one anymore and that if Chris wanted to supply you with one, he would. He didn’t. It’s been 3 days now since the wedding. 3 days since you’ve talked to anyone besides yourself or Chris. You searched high and low for a landline the day before and came up empty handed and you weren’t entirely sure how to breach the subject with Chris. 

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I agree! She is an amazing writer!

I just need everyone to know that @blizzspeaks is a QUEEN and amazing person. That is all.

PS: go read her work!!!!

I can’t wait to see a if you do a little Drabble of Chris trying to work out and Dodger messes him up!

arranged: pt. 9 (a fresh start)

arranged - pt. 9 (a fresh start)

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, blood, angst, fluff, alcohol

W/C: 6k

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! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)

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“Please?” you begged, your lower lip pushed out in a pout, “I need this. We need this.” 

Chris cocked an eyebrow, taking a deep breath as he rested his hip against the kitchen counter. He narrowed his eyes for a second, shaking his head, “A party?” 

You closed the distance between the two of you quickly, resting your hands on his crossed forearms, “Nothing crazy! Just– you know… the families… some friends. I mean, you know…” 

“Everyone?” He chuckled, finishing your sentence. 

It’d been almost two weeks since the FBI raided your home, leaving everything a complete disaster. Chris was adamant you stayed in the hotel until everything was finished, insisting that you’d been through enough and didn’t need to see the house in the state that it was in. The Four Seasons was nice, but it wasn’t home and you were beyond ready to return to a somewhat normal schedule. Today was your first day back and instead of settling and relaxing, your mind immediately went into ‘party’ mode. After the craziness of the past month or so, you needed it. The families needed it. Your fathers betrayal was driving a wedge between everyone and this could be a good way for everyone to remember that we’re all in this together. 

Gina and a couple of her friends worked day in and day out the entire time you were gone to get everything back in order, restocking the fridge, the pantry, and all of your baking essentials. Every book was placed back onto its rightful shelf, your old furniture was hauled out and replaced by a brand new version of itself, everything was organized and perfect. She deserved another raise. 

Seb, Russo, and Romano coordinated a sweep for bugs, finding one in the kitchen and one in Chris’s study, both were promptly removed and destroyed, but it was evident that Chris was on the FBI’s radar and that wasn’t changing any time soon. Tony was still on the outs and he wasn’t happy about it. He’d been by the house several times to try and talk to Chris, but he didn’t trust him. Chief Anders swore up and down he wasn’t tapped, but still, Chris told you of his reservations and told you not to let him in the house if he wasn’t home. 

Things were… complicated right now. But in a way, it felt like a fresh start. Your father being dead was a fresh start. For everyone involved in his web of lies and bullshit. A party was a great way to bring everyone together again.

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