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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. 11 - good boyfriend moment (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 11 - Good Boyfriend Moment (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. Reader being insecure about looks, bringing up past issues with ex-boyfriends. SMUT (fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Lot’s 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: 6.4k

A/N:  fucking. swoon. SWOON. that is all.

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: Are you trying to kill me?

He sent the text with a smile on his face, watching you as you stood at the bar, your elbows propped up and your chin resting on your hands. You were so fucking cute. 

You were a lot of things. Funny. Sexy. Charismatic. Sarcastic. But the one he loved the most, was cute. You were so fucking cute. 

Your legs were crossed at the ankles, ass sticking out just enough like you knew he would be watching. He hated that he couldn’t be affectionate with you in public. After all of these years of never wanting to be affectionate with anyone he’s ”dated”, he craved that level of intimacy with you and it drove him crazy that he couldn’t have it. 

He spent plenty of time making up for it in other ways and was honestly surprised that you weren’t tired of constantly feeling his hands all over your body, but Chris couldn’t stop himself. He was the moth to your flame. 

He had resisted the pull he felt to you at first, thinking it was just physical attraction and nothing more. For the entire 40 years that he has been on this planet, Chris never believed in soulmates or everyone having just one person that was made for him, but after you… He knew he’d been wrong. 

You were his soulmate. In every way shape and form, you were meant for him. He could feel it. 

He found himself wanting to say ‘I love you’ more and more often, but it just never felt perfect. The timing never seemed right. Chris had thought about saving it for when he took you home to Sudbury, but that was a little under a month away and it felt silly. If he knew, he knew. Why wait? 

But then he looked up at you again, watching as you pulled your phone from your pocket and read the message he’d sent to you, a slow grin spreading across your face. You were perfect. Therefore saying ‘I love you’ also needed to be in the perfect place. 

Your eyes found his, shaking your head slightly before you typed back a message.  

You: I’m literally wearing a turtleneck and jeans.

Chris: Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like in those jeans.

Chris: Put your drink on my tab.

Tonight, despite coming off of a loss last night, the team was out at their usual spot blowing off some steam in the VIP lounge at The Grand. He hadn’t originally planned on going, but then Connor invited Marlowe and Marlowe invited you, and you were not going to some bar with a bunch of drunk idiots without Chris around. 

It wasn’t an insecurity thing, it was a protectiveness thing. His mind kept going back to the night that he’d taken the 3 of you to your house and how Lance almost dragged you out of here. He didn’t want to imagine what might’ve unfolded had he not been watching… Chris forced himself to stop thinking about it because Dean wasn’t here. Lance wasn’t here. Only you. And you were his. 

Even though Layne insisted that no one would actually rat on the two of you if you were caught, Chris didn’t want to risk it. So for the past hour, you’ve been stealing playful glances and teasing smiles, both of you anxious to get back to Chris’s apartment. 

You: Don’t have to tell me twice, Mr. Sixty-Five Grand. 

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the boston brute series: - pt. 5 (i should’ve known)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 5 - I Should’ve Known

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: Legal alcohol consumption (the reader is in their late 20s). Language. Chris is an asshole. SMUT - Oral (fem receiving), protected sex. Lots of Angst. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Oof. This part is a DOOZY.

W/C: 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.

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“Just do it.” 

Your head snapped over from your computer screen, eyes bugging at Layne. 

She held her hands up defensively. “Sorry. Sorry. Just do him.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. Had she not heard anything that came out of your mouth over the past hour? Layne taunted you with a look, smirking at your visible distress. 

You pinched your eyes shut, burying your face in your hands and letting out a soft groan. You’d been so on edge since your ‘truce’ with Chris and you haven’t even spoken to the man since Monday! 

Something changed between you two. You could feel it. But you didn’t know what. He had accepted your simple peace offering of coffee before skating off and since then, zip. Nada. Nothing. No accidental run-ins, no walking you to your car at night. You’d seen him on the rink, he was definitely here. Just not… around. 

Today was Thursday. And you were desperately trying to stop yourself from reading into the fact that after he skated away from you and winked that he said ‘see you Thursday’. Because it didn’t mean anything. Just that you’d see him. Probably. Maybe. 

No… Definitely. You definitely would be seeing him tonight. In a couple of hours. 

Another home game. You’d be behind the bench with him at the game. Not that he spent that much time on the bench. But still. The thought of being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity across your body, but you just pretended like you didn’t know what to make of it. 

“But seriously, Y/N. Do you actually think that people follow that clause?” 

“Yes!” You shouted incredulously. “Do people not?” 

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Please do not let them win.

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the boston brute - pt. 3 (the first game (Chris POV)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 3 (The First Game - Chris 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: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, Chris gets into a fight, blood mentioned. Toxic ex is mentioned and introduced into the fic. Smut mentioned, (18+ only, minors DNI)

A/N: Can we all just agree to fight Dean? Also, my fics still aren’t showing in the tags, please reblog if you can ❤️

W/C: 7.8k

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 it’s players.

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The first game of the season.

Chris walked past the line of fans and press, his face remaining impassive and unreadable despite the questions and praise being thrown at him. ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns n’ Roses blared through his airpods, blocking out most of the noise as he entered the building and made his way to the locker room, his dress shoes sticking slightly to the rubber floor as he walked. T-Minus 3 hours until the face off. 

He walked past your new office, dipping his chin in his version of a greeting when you stepped out. You jumped in surprise, almost running into him when you exited the room. Chris wanted to smile when his greeting was met with an ice-cold glare, satisfied that you were successfully pissed off. He blamed his indifference towards you on your ‘rainbow and sunshine’ personality, trying to rationalize his behavior because no one was really that fucking happy in life. Ever. Something was hiding beneath your happy-go-lucky façade and he was going to break you. 

He’d gotten pretty close, but he wanted to see you unravel, not just throw a couple f-bombs at him. Still, Chris imagined that this side of you wasn’t something Connor was accustomed to. He had been very surprised by your reaction last week when you’d told him to fuck off. Chris thought it was funny. Connor did not. He definitely ripped Chris a new one for how he’d been acting towards you. 

He, of course, tried to defend himself, reciting some of the insults that you’d thrown his way, but Connor didn’t care. Chris knew that he couldn’t exactly play victim here. 

He wasn’t Mr. Sunshine, and there was a reason they called him the Boston Brute. He was an asshole. Chris was unapologetically blunt, he took what he wanted, and he made no apologies for whoever he fucked over in the process. On and off of the rink. His mother blamed it on hockey. That it was a savage sport that had turned Chris into a man who lacked emotion and empathy. Someone who solved his problems with his fists instead of words. Though this past week, his words proved to be just as lethal.

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out of left field series: pt. 1 - this is bad (chris pov)

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 1 - This Is Bad (Chris POV)

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?

A/N: SURPRISE BITCHES. I am one impatient motherfucker and I needed to post it. SO I BEYONCE’D YOU (not that I’m comparing myself to the queen… but you get it). ENJOY THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES I’M SO EXCITED!

I would be remiss if i didn’t give a huge mfin shout out to @tis-thedamn-season. Like this fic/series would not be where it is without you. Love you bb.

Warnings: Drugs, language, allusions to smut, reader has an abusive/controlling ex, reader and chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!)

W/C: 6.9k

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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 MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OFC made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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He heard your shoes before he saw you.

The harsh clack of your stilettos on the concrete floor sent a wave of relief through his system that was almost immediately washed away and replaced by nerves.

Chris hated disappointing you. He could already picture the resigned look on your face while you crossed your arms and let out a defeated sigh.

Any other time, it probably would’ve bothered him more. But the pounding headache combined with the fact that he was still coming down from a coke-induced high, made it a little hard to focus on anything other than the fact that the room was spinning.

He tried to ground himself, focusing his attention on a scuff that marked the concrete wall across the room instead of the way the room seemed to circle around him despite his ass planted on this extremely uncomfortable mattress.

“He’s in here.”

Chris sat up on the metal ‘bed’, swinging his legs over the side and taking a deep, slow breath. His elbows rested on his knees, face buried in his hands while he waited.

“Thanks, Stu.” The softness of your voice floated through the air, bringing a welcome warmth and familiarity to the chill of his cell.

The sound of your heels got closer, scraping to a stop when you’d reached him.

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Lucky Charms: hockey team AU:

This beautiful drawing was commissioned by @chrissquares

Lucky Charms: a college hockey AU with CE characters as the coach and players!

Second Shot AU:

Second Shot: a second shot at love with your college sweetheart and love of your life!

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

The Boston Brute: Pt. 6 - Don’t Give Up On Me (Sneak Peek)

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: Angst, language. Chris being an asshole. Talk of Chris treating reader poorly. 

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.

A/N: This next part is very angsty. Please do not read if you do not like angst. 

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“What are you doing?” Chris stopped, turning to look at you. 

“My job.” 

His jaw flexed. “Do your job elsewhere.” 

God, this man is insufferable. “Jesus fucking christ, Chris. Let me in the goddamn room. My job is to make sure you don’t fall over, crack your head open, and bleed out on the bathroom floor. I know that for whatever reason you can’t stand me, but I could give two shits what you want. Do you seriously think I’m dying to sit in a fucking room with you after the way you treated me? Because the answer is no. I would rather pull my teeth out with pliers than spend one more minute with you. But I don’t have a fucking choice because it’s my job. So let me in the goddamn room.” 

Chris stared at you for a second, his shoulders dropping a tad. His face softened, making him look sad instead of pissed off, and for some reason it made you want to punch him even more. What right did he have to feel sad right now? “Did you– Did you sleep with him?” 

You scoffed. “That’s unprofessional and none of your business.” Your lips pressed together in a tight line, your pissed off expression unwavering. “Are you done?” 

“Are we done?” He asked softly. 

Taking a shaky breath, little hairline fractures splintered your resolve at the tenderness in his voice, but you still couldn’t just forget what happened and how he treated you. “There is no ‘we’, Chris.” You paused, tearing your eyes away from his and dropping them to the patterned carpet of the hallway, “Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.” 

I am so excited about this new story by Cait!

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Out of Left Field

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself in the midst of a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation? 

A/N: This series will more than likely have smut, 18+ only please! I’m so excited for you guys to read this series, I just had to make the masterlist! Also, yes, you read it right haha. There is a week gap between Part 3 and 4. We are closing on our house and beginning our move, so I wanted to give myself time in case I happen to fall behind on writing! 

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 MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. 

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

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Part 1 - This Is Bad (Monday, August 1)

Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You (Monday, August 8)

Part 3 - Target Practice (Monday, August 15)

Part 4 - Stu (Monday, August 29) 

Part 5 - Now or Never (Monday, September 5)

Part 6 - Jealousy Looks Good On You (Monday, September 12)

(there will be more parts, this is just what I have completed and titled)