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SummerSlam || August 05 - 2023

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Missing Years (Chris Evans x F!Reader)

summary: chris's childhood best friend falls into a life of drugs

wc: 1.7k

inspired by oh noel by idkhow and i'm ok by call my karizma

content: mentions of drug use, mentions of self-harm, suicide, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, funeral

title courtesy of one of my amazing friends who i let read this beforehand. ily <3

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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was just a little boy, roughly twelve and a half when he first saw you. It was December 17, 1993 and you were spending that year’s Christmas with your grandparents, on your mother’s side. You never got to see them as much as you hoped as your father’s parents were a closer drive, but you had begged your parents to take you this year and they obliged. Your little eleven-year-old heart was filled with joy. It truly felt like a Christmas miracle. 

Your grandparents lived just up the block from Chris’ family, but not too far that it was out of sight from his own home. He and his mother had just gotten home from a quick trip to the grocery store when he saw your family’s 1986 Honda Civic pull up in the driveway. His curiosity had gotten to him and he couldn’t look away, especially when you got out of the back seat with the biggest smile on your face. He was sure it was love at first sight.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” His mother piped in, snapping Chris out of his trance. “She looks new, I doubt she knows any kids her age in the neighbourhood. Why don’t you go be the first?”

Immediately, he marched his way over to your grandparent’s house and knocked on the door, as you and your parents already made it inside. You opened the door, and you looked even prettier than you did from down the street. You were wearing a red, velvet dress with poofy sleeves and white lace around the waist, with matching white tights beneath. With a look of confusion on your face and before you could say anything, the little boy spoke, “Hi, I’m Chris!” He said smiling, his two front teeth missing. “I live just down the street and I’ve never seen you here before. I, well my mom, figured I should come and say hi. So I did! Wanna come over and play?” You just giggled softly and turned around to walk over to the dining room table where your family was chatting. You asked your parents, and they approved. It was the nineties, what was the worst that could happen?

For the next two weeks, you ran through the snow in the field of his school, and oh how felt like your pure little heart was in love. At the start of the second week, Chris had brought a mistletoe to the field and that was where you had your first kiss. The snow was gently falling, and it felt like heaven. You were the first person who really gave him a shot, and the first person he considered to be his friend.

Eventually, your family moved to Boston after the passing of your dad’s parents, meaning you got to see Chris more often. He was only a 30-minute drive from your place.

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After graduating from high school, you guys barely talked to each other. Chris went to NYU to pursue acting and you stayed in Boston with your parents. The long-distance made things difficult for you and you two just got distant from each other. He still sent you Christmas cards every year, but you never returned the favour. The reason was that things were getting difficult for you at home. Your parent’s marriage was falling apart, and sure, even though you were 18, it was still hard being in the middle of it. Your father became abusive and blamed it on you. You chose not to go to college, and he would constantly harass you for it. Your mother would always initiate an argument with him about this as it was your choice not to go and she supported your decision. But he would just smack her before you’d scurry off to your room. You were slowly falling apart

In 2003, your best friend hung herself in her apartment, and it absolutely tore you apart. You dove into a life of drugs.  Upon hearing this news from one of his friends, Chris chose to move back to Boston to find you and comfort you. By this time, communication between the two of you had been cut off. Letters stopped being sent, and phone calls stopped being received. He went to your home, but living there was just your father. Your mother had finally chosen to divorce him and he wouldn’t share your new address. You weren’t living with your mother anymore, as you moved in with some friends. They were just like you were. Broken. The house wasn’t the nicest of places and was basically a crack house, but you loved these people, and they shared the same sentiment. 

On occasion Chris would see you on the streets, and say hi, but you’d just say that you were busy and quickly rush off. One of these days, he forced you to stay.  You just didn’t look like yourself. He was worried about you. You were pale and petrified. You were snorting meth, and smoking crack on the daily and had been through rehab twice, graciously funded by your mother, who too was worried sick about you. She was begging for you to move back in with her, but you refused, and she didn’t force you to do so. That day when Chris made you talk, you broke down and he took you back to his car, where you broke down and told him everything.

He helped you get back on your feet,  and you were so grateful, but you were still depressed, even if you didn’t let it show. You had your own place, and having the comfort of living alone felt good.

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One Sunday night, you were surprised when you went over to his place to find him with a blade about to push deep into his wrists. You had looked through the window and saw him crying on the floor next to his dining room table. Worried sick, you grabbed the spare key from the flower pot on his porch and unlocked his front door. Immediately, you took that blade away from him and tossed it to the ground. He never told you what was wrong, but you just sat there holding him, and he swears you gave him life again. 

On December 25th, 2008, at 5:47 pm, your mother would be found dead in her living room. It was being broadcast on the news, as it was a murder and your father was the prime suspect. For the next many hours, you cried to Chris. It was unknown why he had waited this long, but that took over your thoughts. Around 12:31 in the morning, you snuck out of bed and went into Chris’ office to grab a razor blade and slit your wrist. You went to the bathroom and broke down once again as you tried to stop the bleeding. You didn’t know if you were happy or not that Chris didn’t hear you. He never found out about this.

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In 2010, the two of you drifted apart again. Chris isn’t one hundred percent on the reason, but he blames it on himself and the filming of Captain America. He wasn’t even sure what happened to you until 2011. He was in Sudbury spending the holidays with his family when the news started talking about a death that had just occurred.  He asked his mom to turn it up and then proceeded to hush everyone in the room.

“Police dispatch has just received a call from a distressed motel owner, claiming that they found a woman, who he presumed to be in her late 20s, dead in one of his rooms. Emergency services are on their way as we speak. Here’s Kelly Perez, who’s currently on the scene.” Kelly’s voice was drowned out by the sound of sirens ripping by the Evans household. He was so worried that it was you. When he checked his phone, he saw a missed call from you but before he could call back to see if you were okay, his brother Scott, nudged him to look back at the TV. Kelly was still speaking as a picture of you was placed on the screen. Chris had been to this motel before. It was cheap and dirty. Cockroaches were everywhere, and the owner was a creep. You’d stayed here with your friends before and you had told him about how he was flirting with you in such an uncomfortable way. He was talking about your tits and asses and how he would love to take you all at once. He couldn’t quite understand why you’d chosen to back.

“The cause of death was an overdose and police are suspecting it to have been a suicide. The victim was 29-year-old y/n  l/n. Within the next few days, police will be contacting her close ones.” That was one of, if not the hardest night of Chris’ life. He constantly wonders if you’d still be here if he had picked up your call.  He really wishes that he could’ve told you how much he loved you and that what you had as kids wasn’t just a fling. He had loved you from the start and you giving him a shot to be your friend meant a lot to him. He just wishes you could’ve known. You were probably the last person he was going to give his whole heart to.

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Your funeral was held a couple of weeks later in early January and burial the next day. He watched them lower your casket, as the pastor said you’d hurt no more. It was so tough for him. You’d been through so much and he wasn’t there for you enough. You fought most of your battles either alone or with people who were battling the same problems as you. His biggest regret was not picking up that phone. Once they had fully buried your casket, his mother asked if he was alright, and he told her, “I haven’t smiled very much today, but I’m okay. I’m okay. All these tears are diamonds on my face, and I’m okay. I’m okay.” His mother turned away and has everyone left, he just stood there, staring at your grave.

Every year, on the anniversary of when you met, he’d visit your grave and would always place a poppy. Not only to commemorate your life, but it was also red, just like your dress when you met for the first time.

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Seriously 😭😭

WWE female wrestlers deserve better!!!

dark times are ahead we have gone to #giveDivasachance and Women's Evolution and now we're age regression history its getting to the point to where has time even changed? all they did was give Woman new titles and get rid of all the sex appeal matches they're still getting pulled over or cut or switching out main event matches with men's matches vince is back now what? he hates his wrestlers they hate him

- Becky being pissed in her promo

- Some wrestlers riding their contracts out (not just women but men as well)

- Ronda criticising bad booking, yet shes the reason why it's 'bad'

- Rumors about Bayley possibly being released

- Asuka wants to return to Japan & leave WWE

- Bayley got cut last minute

- Dana Brooke being vocal about a sigh that said "Give Dana Brooke A Chance" getting confiscated at Raw last night

what.the.fuck

generally Vincent Kennedy McMahon do you hate your wrestlers???? do you hate women???? what did they ever do to you ??? you are a sick fuck a sex offender using hush money so you dont have to go to jail your sick we never wanted you to come out of retirement your wrestlers hate you your fans hate you if you generally like Vince wtf is wrong with you lets also talk about the past how came we get no recognition from past female wrestlers other than lita and Trish Stratus???? what about the other female wrestlers that wrestled in the Divas era???? look how you're erasing history hey half of these new female wrestlers love to disrespect the woman that came before them when they look at the Divas title they want to vomit but that belt holds history the woman that came before you the woman that fought to get you to where you are now all these past female wrestlers deserve recognition and to be in the hof don't just put one woman in there every year put more than that all these wrestlers male and female deserve better all these women past present and future deserve so much better fuck you vince

WWEWomenDeserveBetter

bayleydeservesbetter

Seth’s pissed Becky’s pissed Bayley being cut Charlotte’s taking a break Dana’s pissed Womens segments being cut, canned, or time limit

Yeah this is bad

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Life comes at you fast

Fact #175

Every once in a while, Seth Rollins wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, having just said “sierra, hotel, india, echo, lima, delta” in his sleep.“

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Donde esta ✨Andrew✨?

“is..is that a tractor?!”

“why does he have a tractor paul?!”

“where the fuck is MY tractor paul?!”

like to hug him. reblog to also hug him

my mom made me watch the last part of stranger things w her last night and she kept getting frustrated that i was laughing every time the evil villain guy showed up because whenever he’d come onscreen i’d think abt this video of his actor in prosthetics trying to drink a bottle of coke and fucking dying and she was like WHATS SO FUNNY HE JUST KILED SOMEONE and i couldn’t form coherent words for liek 10 mjnutes the noises THE NOISES

please i’m so fucking scared to do this

Reblog if

It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.

hey, paul !

We just wilding tonight.

Innocence (Andy Barber x F!Reader) Chapter 2: Unbelievable (18+)

Summary: y/n’s boyfriend rapes her, and andy barber is the lawyer for her case

Chapter 1

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wc: 930

content: mentions of grooming, mentions of sexual assault, rape, sexual themes, alcohol, swearing, angst, you’ll probably get angry, not being believed, andy is a good guy, y/n is 5’10, andy is 6’, lots of dialouge bc idk how to end a conversation

currently not proof read

I have never seen an episode of Defending Jacob because my broke ass can’t afford Apple TV. Can’t afford the book either, and idk how to get a library card. Everything I know about the show is from fanfiction. If anything is incorrect, I apologize.

Yes, the restaurants in this chapter are Bob’s Burgers and Jimmy Pesto’s. No, I’m not THAT original. Shhhh I just  wanted a lil easter egg.

Sorry that it’s a bit short.

Pov: second person

This fic was written to spread awareness on sexual assault

This fic is inspired by “Prima Facie” starring Jodie Comer, and my own personal experiences. If you or anyone you know has been a survivor please know that you’re not alone. If you need anyone to talk to, know that as someone who has been groomed, I am here for you. My Discord will be available below. I am not a professional however. Professional services will also be linked below. Remember: YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE. and if anyone tries to gaslight you into thinking that it was YOUR fault. Fuck them. It wasn’t.

My Discord: chxrry#3063

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Grooming Definition: Grooming is when someone builds an emotional connection and a trusting relationship with someone, typically younger, in order for them to manipulate, abuse and/or exploit them. People of all ages can be groomed and can be the groomer.

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775 days until the trial

Nervously toying with your necklace, you sit down across from Mr. Barber. You watch Officer Johnson leave as Andy gives you a sympathetic look. When you look back at him, he gives you a warm, compassionate smile before softly saying, “It’s okay.”

“So you know what happened?” You ask, your voice just above a whisper.

“Yes, but don’t worry. You don’t have to talk about anything that you’re uncomfortable with.”

You nod before Andy continues, “For now, I just want to get to know you. Tomorrow we’ll go over the details of your case.”

For the next forty minutes you two share where you’re from, your Starbucks, your favorite type of cookie and pretty much every personal detail about your lives. In that moment, Andy felt like your best friend, and you almost forgot about why he was there. That was until Officer Johnson came in with your phone. 

“There’s a text from someone named, ‘Katy Kat,” he hands you your phone and before you read the text, you ask if Jake has texted or asked about you. He shook his head "no".

katy kat:

Hey, girlie! It’s Katy.

 I’m in town and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch and hang out a bit.

 I went over to your place yesterday but Jake said that you weren’t home. 

That you haven’t been home for a while.

 If you get this, let me know that you’re okay. 

I really want to catch up with you!

You look up at Officer Johnson, and he gives you a nod of approval. Signifying that you can respond to Katy’s text.

y/n:

Hey! 

I’d love to hang out with you. 

It’s been so long! 

I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. Things between Jake and I haven’t been the best lately, and I’ve been staying at a hotel for the past week.

I’ll explain everything when we meet up 

Katy responds right away.

katy kat:

Great! I’m glad you're okay!

Can you meet me at Jimmy Pesto’s in half an hour from now?

y/n:

Of course!

katy kat:

Awesome!

See you soon xx

You place your phone on the table, face down and explain the texts to the two men in front of you. Andy offers to drive you as Officer Johnson needs to talk to Jake about what happened that night.

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Before you exit the car, Andy asks for your phone. Confused, you hand it to him and watch as he opens contacts.

“My personal cell number. If you need anything, call me.”

You thank him before exiting the car. Katy sees notices, smiles widely and waves you over. The table she’s at is on the patio of Pesto’s. Two seater. There’s two glasses of water on the table. One in front of her, and one where you’d be sitting.

“Hey,” you said as you sat down.

“That’s a nice car that you got out of. Definitely not Jake’s.”

“It belongs to a friend of mine.” 

“We have the same friends, and none of us own a Prius THAT nice.”

Shit.

“It’s my lawyer’s.”

“Lawyer?” Katy said as she leaned over on the table.

You took a large sip of water before stating, “Jake and I,” another sip, “had an incident that requires legal action.”

“What was it?” She asked.

You took a deep breath before looking up at your best friend and telling her what happened. You were in absolute disbelief when she responded with, “He’s your boyfriend so it doesn’t count. You have immediate consent.”

“Katy, I told him ‘No’,” You told her with slight hurt in your voice, “I told him to stop, and he didn’t. He went harder, and put his hand over my mouth”

“And you didn’t fight back?”

“You bitch,” You stood up and stormed to the restaurant across the street, Bob’s Burgers. It was much smaller and emptier than Jimmy Pesto’s. There was only one customer, and he was sitting at the counter. He was a larger man. He wore a gray beanie, a blue button down shirt and brown khakis. He and the woman working at the counter were laughing about something. She was tall, wore a red shirt and glasses of the same color. When you sit down at the seat next to the man, the woman asks if you’d like anything. You shake your head no, and she asks if you’re alright.

“Not really, “you sigh, “my best friend, well ex-best friend now, is being quite bitchy in such a way that I can’t be her friend anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Hun,” the woman says. 

The man chimes in before you can say anything, “I could never stop being friends with my best friend, Bobby.”

“Teddy, not know,” states the woman.

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You shoot Andy a text and within a few minutes he’s picking you up.

“Hey, why were you in-” before he could finish, you were breaking down in the passenger seat of his car.

“This past week, I’ve been telling myself that this wasn’t going to change anything, but then I tell my best friend what happened, and she doesn’t care.” 

You wipe away your tears, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Andy turns in his seat to face you, and places his hands on your biceps, “you’re a strong, independent woman, and I promise that Jake will be put in jail for his heinous crime.”

You sniffle, and smile a little.

“Thanks, Mr. Barber.”

“Hey, if I put myself in your phone as ‘Andy’, you call me that in person too.”

“Thanks, Andy.”

“Anytime, y/n.”

Fuck Kane!

Update

hello all

i would just like to say that the chris fic i had planned to come out before part 2 of innocence has been delayed.

despite the fact that i love the current postponed fic, i am currently stuck and have zero clue what to write.

i am also limbo on starting another fic.

part 2 of innocence will be released this friday, july 29 with my brand new tag list! interact with me in whichever way you want to be added. so far, my list is only for the innocence fic, but i will soon be making one for all of my fics.

writing from my phone bc i am so excited right now !!

y’all are literally so amazing. ilysm <3

chapter 2 is scheduled for friday, june 29.

and another chris fic coming sometime this week. i’m not sure when.

but like innocence means so much to me.

thank you <3

- H