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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (sneak peek)
The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 13 - Bye, Princess (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.
A/N: I just finished pt 13, my brain is fried. that is all. this sneak peek and part are VERY angsty.
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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He sat on the edge of your bed, looking over at you as you cried. “Don’t do this.”
A sob burst through your mouth as you pulled your knees up to your chest. Why did he have to know you so well?
Chris turned to face you, worry lines etched into his forehead and you longed to run your thumb over them. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”
You shook your head, avoiding his eyes and staring at the comforter on your bed. “Maybe we were stupid to think it could ever work,” you whispered.
He scrubbed a hand over his beard, “You don’t mean that.”
“Chris… Maybe it’s just… Not in the cards.” Every word that came out of your mouth was like a knife to the heart.
He stood, pacing the floor by the foot of your bed. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.” He said again, his voice stern. Chris came over, kneeling by your bed, his blue eyes glossy with tears. “Look at me.”
You shook your head, your eyes filling with tears. “Chris…”
“Look at me, Y/N.”
After taking a deep breath, you turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll go. If it’s what you want, I’ll walk away right now. You look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me you don’t love me and you don’t want to make it work, I’ll leave. But you have to look me in the eyes and tell me this, Y/N.”