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the boston brute series: epilogue - pt. 2

The Boston Brute Series: Epilogue - Pt. 2

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: Lots and lots of fluff! Some language, but I think that’s all! reader is pregnant :)

W/C: 1.2k

A/N: besties... this is it. the series finale. just like that.... it's all done. excuse me while i sob. thank you guys so so fucking much for all of the love and support. like you have no idea what it means to me. i love you 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.

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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“So… If you’ll take it, the job is yours.” You looked up from your desk at the young PT sitting in front of you, your hands folded and resting on your round belly. 

It’s been 3 years since Chris proposed and a little over 2 years since you eloped with only Connor and Marlowe as witnesses. You’ve always wanted something small and intimate.

Of course, you still wanted to celebrate with the team and Chris’s family, so there was a small reception in Boston that ended with multiple members of the Bruins being carried out of the venue completely shit-faced, a food fight that got you a pretty hefty fine, but most importantly, happiness. 

The Bruins, Connor and Marlowe, The Evans family all made up this perfectly imperfect bunch and gave you a family that you never had and always wanted. 

After Chris retired and took on a job with ESPN, you stayed at your job with the Bruins for as long as you could, but like most professional sports, people were traded, the coaching staff was changed, and even Kip had moved on and taken a job in Detroit. 

Marlowe and Conner were living in New York while he played for the Islanders, their wedding in just 10 weeks.

Pretty close to your due date actually. 

The reminder made you smile slightly, pressing a flat hand against your belly and waiting for your little girl to move around. 

You sat in your office at the practice facility just like you had with Marnie all those years ago and offered your job to a promising PT named Kala. She sat across from you, her eyes wide with excitement and pride. 

Things were changing. 

A lot of the team had been traded after Chris retired, and Rick retired after his wife Elizabeth had a minor heart attack last year. You were 30 weeks pregnant with baby number 2 and this just… felt right. 

Everything had come full circle. 

You fought with a man that you couldn’t stand constantly, took a job that would inevitably make you deal with him and his hard head at least once a day, had your heart broken, and fell in love. Falling for someone nicknamed The Boston Brute certainly wasn’t where you saw your life going, but you couldn’t imagine it unfolding any other way. 

“Are you… sure?” She asked, twirling one of the tight curls that framed her face around her finger nervously. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I can’t do the job, I totally can. I just– Are you sure?” 

You laughed, nodding. “I’m 100% sure, Kala. I know you have been shadowing me for the past month with the promise of the assistant position, but I think I’m ready to be done. We’ve been thinking about moving anyway and this team just doesn’t feel the same as it used to. Everyone that made me miss it is gone, my best friend lives in a different state, and I’m having another baby. It’s just right.”

Sitting up a little, you pushed the printed-out offer letter on your desk towards her a little more. “The job is yours if you want it, hun. I know you’ll take care of this team.” 

“When is your last day?” 

“Probably a week from today if you take the job. I’ll stick around long enough to help you with the first week of home games and since I can’t fly, the rest is up to you.” You smiled again, a nostalgic feeling sweeping through your body as you remembered having this conversation with Marnie.

Kala leaned forward, her dark brown eyes scanning the offer letter again. She beamed, looking up at you with a contagious grin. “Yeah, I’ll take it!” 

This was it. 

Your years working for the Boston Bruins were over. The torch has officially  been passed and the confirmation that she was going to take the job made you itch to go home to Chris and your little guy. 

You grinned, grabbing a pen and handing it over to her. “Congratulations, Kala. Welcome to the team.” 

After all of the clerical technicalities, Kala left your office with a grin on her face, thanking you profusely for the opportunity. It was a no-brainer.

She graduated top of her class, everyone loved her at the PT facility, she even got along with  the players. She was smart and caring but took no shit from anyone. She was perfect for the job, just as you had been. 

You stood from your desk, straightening out a few things before gathering your keys and purse and heading out of your office. 

Every night your routine was the same. 

Chris picked Henry up from daycare and came to the rink to walk you to your car.

Even after all of these years, he wouldn’t let you walk to the car alone. 

You shut the office door, turning an immediately being welcomed by your waddling 18 month old. 

“Mama!” Henry yelled out, picking up speed and opening his arms as wide as they could go. 

You laughed, your waddle matching his as you reached for him and scooped him up in your arms. “Hi, baby!” You squealed, nuzzling into his neck and blowing raspberries.

Henry’s giggle filled the air, his hands pushing against your cheeks to get you to stop. 

Chris stood off to the side, his hands shoved into pockets. He smiled, a few wrinkles fanning out around his eyes, the greys in his hair starting to poke through ever so slightly.

This man was like fine wine, truly getting better with age and at 46, he looked better than ever. 

You approached  your husband with your son on your hip. “Hey, baby.” 

Chris smiled down at you. “How’s my princess?”

“Good, a little swollen today actually—“

“I was talking about this one,” he teased, leaning down to kiss your belly. You rolled your eyes at him as he stood back up. “Kidding, how are you, princess?”

“I’m fine. How was work?” You laughed, the two of you falling into step beside each other as you exited the building. 

He rambled for a few minutes about the commentator job he’d taken before cutting himself off and looking over at you. “Oh, what did Kala say?“

You smiled and nodded. “She took it. My last day is next Friday.” 

“That’s amazing!” His arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you and your son into his body. “How do you feel?”

You shrugged, poking your finger into Henry’s side to make him laugh. “Good.  I mean, almost nostalgic? Like if  i wouldn’t have taken this job all those years ago, i wouldn’t have this amazing life now.” 

The two of you approached your car and Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s the funny thing about soulmates. We would’ve made our way to each other. In this life or the next.”

Your smile grew as Henry snuggled into you and Chris’s arm secured around your waist, only being held apart by your belly. “Well, I for one am happy that it was this lifetime. I love you, Mr. Evans.” 

Chris smiled, kissing your forehead and then Henry’s. “You have no idea.” Your mind wrapped around the meaning behind Chris’s words, knowing how anxious he was to give you and your children a life that he hadn’t had. “I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You left behind your life in New York for Lake Superior, settling in Duluth, Minnesota as Mason Academy's newest eighth grade teacher. You weren't expecting to meet anyone, nor were you looking. But when a field trip introduced you to Curtis Everett, your chance meeting opened another new chapter for you.

Warnings will be issued at the beginning of each chapter. This is an 18+ only blog.

Chapter One: Freightyard Education

Chapter Two: Second Chance Paulies

Chapter Three: Va Bene Night With The Stars

Chapter Four: Doorway Kisses

Chapter Five: Taking The Next Step

Chapter Six: Will You Be Mine?

Chapter Seven: When The Mask Comes Off

Chapter Eight: It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year 🎃

Chapter Nine: Life Carries On

Chapter Ten: Pretty Girl Honey

Chapter Eleven: More Than Just Turkey

Chapter Twelve: When It All Feels Like Home

Chapter Thirteen: Proceed To The Exit

Chapter Fourteen: It's The Merriest Time Of Year

Chapter Fifteen: Getaway

Chapter Sixteen: A Gift of Trust

Chapter Seventeen: Farewell Kiss

Chapter Eighteen: Introductions Made

Chapter Nineteen: Chasing Away The Winter Blues

Chapter Twenty: Sweet Addictions

Chapter Twenty-One: Lulled By The Waves

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winner Takes All

Chapter Twenty-Three: Not A Chance

Evening Quiet: Curtis and Honey Drabble.

Chapter Twenty-Four: When It All Goes Out

Chapter Twenty-Five: Heart Felt Truths

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Good Fucking Girl: Curtis and Honey Drabble

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Creating New Habits

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Caught In The Rain

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Perfect Imperfections

Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That Series (Fall celebration series 2023) 🧡🍁

Drabbles 🐝

Beehive

Welcome Home

Night Intruders

Fall Pumpkin Walk

Bonfire

Night In

Curtis’s Haunted House

Spooky Time Shows

Sitting On Face

Fall Time Discussion

Ax Throwing

Cold Winter Night

Sunday Night

Let Me FIx It

Let's Go Find Bigfoot

Betty White's My Girl

After A Month Apart

Goofing Off In The Kitchen

Lunch Break

Parent Confrontation

Game Night

First Day of School Surprise

It's Been A Day

Dogearring A Book

It's All Fun And Games

Halloween Preparations

Curtis Cheering Up His Girl

Curtis and Honey Teasing

Gray Sweatpants

Out With The Old

Working on the Camaro

Night At Paulie's

Help Required

In The Present

Two AM Pancakes

Vacation Moods

Snowstorm At The Cabin Prompt

Comfort Prompt- 2 for 1- So Many Things + Nightmares

Bad Day

Random Surprises

Soft Prompts- 2 for 1- Curtis and Honey From Behind

Soft Prompt- Curtis Gives Honey A Surprise

Ask- Curtis Surprising Honey

Smut Prompt- Curtis Making Honey His Priority

Ask- One Way To Say Goodbye

Ask- Bets On

Ask- And Chill?

BJ In Your PJ's

Halloween Special: If You Got It, Haunt It

Ask- How Is Curtis During Your Period?

Breeding Kink Ask

Curtis and The Mustache Debate Ask

Pillow Fights and Tickles Ask

Tickles Ask Continued

St Patrick's Day Special- Kiss Me, I'm-

Affection Ask

All His

Sleepy Time Ask

Watermelon Suga'

Curtis and Timmy Drabble

Ask- Curtis Catches Honey Being Leered At

Ask- Party Prep

Porch Light

Ask- Curtis Taking Care Of You

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Autumn Themed Moodboards made by @xxindiglow for Curtis and Honey 🍯🐝🍂🎃

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Of course I used one! They were stunning and you worked hard. I plan on using a couple more. But you should post them if you want to. They a

Mmph, my🐱

Because this is how he’s gotta be looking at you when you’re at a neighborhood block party, right? After he sees you happen to have charmed the very shy little two year old girl who lives three doors down from you. Her four year old brother is shepherding both you and the little girl who won’t let go of your hand around to get snacks, play on the swings, and back and forth from the play room of the house throwing this get together.

He can see it.

American pie, white picket fence dream.

(Better put this behind a read more for some breeding and some questionable consent…)

You’ve already fooled around a bit. Not the first few weeks as the new couple in the neighborhood, but this week the proximity finally caught up in a moments of weakness that finally coincided for both of you. He knows you’re not a prude, but without a need to even discuss it, you had drawn a nice, comfortable line between the two of you. The logical thing if you’re going to play house to spy on the neighbors for as long as it takes to get their secrets. Both of you are such professionals it’s why he had no qualms taking this unconventional approach with you.

But then one late night less than a week ago…

And with the damn broken, it seemed a shame to waste a good thing.

He is on you the second he closes and locks the front door that night. It’s a kiss to consume you, and you half moan, half giggle when he presses you up against the wall and grinds his erection into your stomach. He’s a quick study and he’s already figured out enough ways to turn your brain off.

When he pushes you down to your knees, you go eagerly, and you unzip his pants and take his cock out without instruction.

He enjoys the warmth of your mouth until the saliva is dripping sloppily out of your lips and he can see you’ve finally slipped one hand down beneath your skirt to touch yourself.

That’s when he pulls you off, and in one swift moment raises you back up, twists you around, and shoves you against the wall. He flips up your skirt, pushes the wet gusset of your panties aside and sheathes his cock in you in one full thrust. You were wet for him, but not stretched, but you’ve already confessed that you don’t need him to prep you every time, that sometimes you like the pain of it, if being split open by his thick cock.

He can hear how far gone you already are in the baseness of your moan, which is perfect, because a couple of times you’ve let him fuck you a couple of times without a condom already, but he’s not pulling out tonight.

You realize that a moment too late.

In the throes of your first orgasm for the night, he continues pumping, he twitches inside you, and you try to move your hips, but he pins you and keeps thrusting.

“Steve, you need to - ”

“I need to fill your sweet cunt and see your belly swell with my children, sweetheart.”

You gasp and then cry out.

“What I saw tonight? You with those kids? Too sweet to pass up.”

He keeps thrusting until he’s spilling his hot seed in your womb, and he taps your needy clit to pull another short orgasm from you and you whimper his name.

He will take you again on all fours on the hardwood floor of the entryway before throwing you over his shoulder and then taking you apart until you’re mindless and docile and pumped so full of his cum before midnight that it’s dripping out of you. It won’t matter because he’s got plenty more for you, and he will keep you full all night, fucking you a few times through the haze of your sleep. You won’t be able to move in the morning with your exhaustion, which will be perfect for him to go to the bathroom and flush your birth control away.

As for him? He can do this all day, as many days as it takes to root his seed in you and get you to see this his way.

He even thinks it could be easy to sway you into his fantasy.

Sure seems like it with how you moan and cry at first but with cries that turn to keening.

Um… happy accidental Sinday!

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the boston brute series: pt. 10 (the haunted hollywood gala)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 10 - The Haunted Hollywood Gala

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. A toxic ex-boyfriend is involved in this part. Reader being insecure about looks. SMUT (voyeurism, fingering, unprotected, kind of rough sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has a lot of 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: 12.8k (LIKE DID I READ THAT CORRECTLY JESUS CHRIST)

A/N: GAH. THIS PART. So ready to see what you guys think of it!!! 

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.

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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“He asked you to do what?!” Chris asked in a hushed but harsh tone. 

You glanced around the hallway to make sure no one was around while you fumbled with the hotel lock. “Shh. Wait until we get inside.” 

“Y/N. What does getting inside have to do with anything? Me going into your room is more incriminating than asking you a question in the hallway.” Chris deadpanned, looking down at you before his expression softened at your flustered demeanor. “Princess.” He wrapped his hands around yours, holding them for a second before sliding the keycard from your grip and swiping it into the reader. The light flashed green and Chris pushed the handle down to open the door, ushering you inside. 

You turned to look at him. “Don’t be mad, please.” 

After you finally got to the hotel, you cornered Chris and pulled him to your room to talk to him about the gala and auction that Pearson had approached you about. You didn’t think he would be mad, but you could also understand if he was. 

His girlfriend was going to be in a dress and paraded around on a stage and someone else was going to pay money to take her out. Of course, he would be upset. 

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the boston brute series: surprise epilogue extension

The Boston Brute Series: Surprise Epilogue Extension

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: Language, fluff, happy tears

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: this was inspired by a little tweet i saw of a mom refusing to punish her son because he stood up for his female teammate. thought it was fitting so i had to write it! THANK YOU FOR 9K!!! Here’s your gift hahaha

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.

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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“We have to talk to him,” you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall in the hallway outside your 17-year-olds room. It was late and you really didn’t want to have to lecture him at 11 pm on a school night, but it needed to be done. 

Chris shrugged, “It’s just a part of the game, princess. You know that.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I do. But it’s the 5th game in a row. He plays for his high school, not the NHL. If he keeps this up, he’s gonna get kicked out of the league.” 

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out of left field series: pt. 2 - i can’t do this without you

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You

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: YAY!!! LOVE THIS PART. And again, ya’ll can thank @tis-thedamn-season for letting me bombard her with messages a million times a day when I need to sort things out hahahaha

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: 6.4k

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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 OC’s made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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“Ha!” The sudden outburst caught you by surprise, but the almost hysterical laughter that followed didn’t. 

You. Chris’s PR girlfriend? Yeah, right. Funny. 

Cami pinned you with a look that clearly said: “This isn’t a joke.” 

“Cami.” You reasoned, shaking your head. “No. It’s not- No.”

She sat back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders and resting her hands on her lap. “You did say it was a good idea. Someone local, a name the higher-ups know…”

Her statement ended like this was a no-brainer, but it was… whatever the hell was the opposite of a no-brainer is! Of course, you meant what you said, but you meant someone else. Someone… Realistic. 

Heat warmed your cheeks when you peeked at Chris and saw the astonished look on his face. 

Great. He’s fucking mortified by even the idea of being seen with me as anything more than a friend. 

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the boston brute series drabble: unchained melody

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Unchained Melody 

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: TOOTHACHING SWEETNESS. FLUFF. FLUFFITY FLUFF. Language. (This series still has smut, minors DNI. 18+ Only)

A/N: It’s starttinngggg (as in the drabbles lol)! I had someone write in about dancing with Chris and I knew I just needed to write about it! Sorry it wasn’t the song you suggested, but I just felt like this was perfffff

Link To Song: Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

W/C: 707

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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Your fingers trailed the soft, worn cardboard of  Chris’s vinyl collection. He never struck you as the kind of person who… collected things. Much less records. But here you stood, in his living room staring at a very impressive collection of classic records. 

Chris stood in the kitchen, a white dish towel slung over his left shoulder as he stirred something in a pot on the stove. “See anything you like?” 

You raised an eyebrow suggestively, knowing he meant the records, but the laugh your stupid joke elicited was worth it. Smiling, you turned back to the shelf. “A few. This is… wow. I mean, Elvis, The Temptations, Etta James, Nat King Cole. I can’t even imagine how much this collection must’ve cost.” 

“A lot of them came from my grandparents. Neither of them wanted them after the divorce… So, I took them. They remind me of my childhood.”

This Chris was your favorite. The real Chris. The one who relaxed and smiled and told you about his childhood. The Chris that made you believe the Boston Brute was just a figment of everyone’s imagination. 

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arranged: pt. 8 (detained)

arranged - pt. 8 (detained)

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. Lots of smut (18+ only, minors DNI) and angst. 

A/N: the amount of feedback i’ve been getting on this series is blowing my mind. I love ya’ll, SO MUCH! Special shoutout to @blizzspeaks and @tis-thedamn-season again! This story wouldn’t be the same without your help.

W/C: 10.4k

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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Fucking cliches. 

There you were, standing in the rain, black umbrella shielding you as it poured down around you. Your heels were starting to sink into the loose, muddy dirt as you watched your fathers casket being lowered 6 feet into the ground. Of course it was raining at this fucker’s funeral. 

Maybe it was metaphorical. The sky was shedding all of the tears that you couldn’t. The sky cried for the man you couldn’t give two fucks about. A man most people couldn’t give two fucks about. You rolled your eyes at your aunt who wailed as his casket was lowered, trying to remember the last time they even saw each other before his death. It’d been at least 7 years. 

If memory serves correctly, the last words they’d spoken were: “Ah, fuck you, bitch.” and, “You’re a piece of shit, Y/F/N.” Then radio silence. For years. 

Her 6th husband had his arms secured around her waist, holding her up as she feigned grief, making you roll your eyes again. 

Your mother told you at your grandmother’s funeral years ago that rain was ‘the heaven’s way of cleansing and washing away all sins of the deceased’. You hoped she was wrong because this fucker deserved the spot he had reserved for him in Hell. Right next to Satan himself. 

 Shifting on your feet, you pulled the heels out of the mud and let out a sigh of disappointment, “Fucking mud is ruining my shoes,” you whispered, Chris’s arm secured around your waist, keeping you close. 

He smirked, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” 

Your eyes rolled again, “Ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes for no fucking reason.” 

His smirk stayed plastered on his face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your temple, “I think you’re supposed to be sad, Y/N.” 

“I am,” you deadpan, “About my shoes.” 

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Burnin’ Up - Firefighter Chris AU Masterlist

Series Summary: On paper you and Chris should work out perfectly, understand each other, except it’s never that simple… especially with the Cop vs Firefighter rivalry, a rivalry made worse by pushy parents.

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris x Cop!Reader

Series Warnings: Cop vs Firefighter Stereotypes! Description of Emergencies! Pushy and Demanding Parents! Angst! Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Minor Character Deaths! More detailed descriptions at the beginning of each part!

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Meet the Characters!

Part 1: Long Day at the Office

Part 2: Dramatic Reunion

Part 3: Facing the Consequences

Part 4: Pulling Pigtails

Part 5: Doughnut Squad

Part 6: Friendly Rivalry

Part 7: The Evans Family BBQ

Part 8: Boiling Point

Part 9: Up in Flames

Part 9.5: Immediate Aftermath

Part 10: Burning Bridges

Part 11: How You Get The Girl

Part 12: Worth The Wait

Part 13: Bring Your Partner To Work Day

Bonus Drabble: Skater Boy

Part 14: Off My Mind

Part 15: Calm Waters

Part 16: The Storm

Part 17: Bulletproof Vest

Part 18: Moving On and Up

Part 19: The Eye Of The Hurricane

Part 20: Those You Choose

Epilogue

Bonus Epilogue

Headcanons/Extras

Sleeping Giant

Sleeping Beauty 

Prank War

Home Sweet Home

Peek Into The Future

Series Playlist

MASTERLIST

FIRE & WATER

Pairing: PersonalTrainer!Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Summary: Johnny and reader managed to keep their friendship intact until fate takes a decision for them. Another au directly from mine and @sparkledfirecracker gym universe. This time I’m cooking some Personal Trainer Johnny Storm, an expert fuckboy who has a soft spot for his sister’s best friend.

Warnings: Smut, friends to lovers, fluff, angst. (Specific warnings will be added to each chapter)

*chapter with smut

Feedback is very welcome, reblogs are golden. I don't allow my work to be copied or reposted on other websites. Don't steal other people stuff!!! MINORS DNI - DO NOT read unless you're 18+ thank you!

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO *

CHAPTER THREE *

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE *

CHAPTER TEN (coming soon)

Taglist is open! 😘