Piles Of Affection

Piles of Affection

Summary: The electricity goes out along with the heat in middle of a snow storm. You and your neighbor huddle together to stay warm.

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: Pre-Serum Steve has my heart at the moment & this is fic is complete fluff.

I’m submitting this into the #ShamelessHoesForChris Challenge hosted by the lovely @stargazingfangirl18​ and amazing @navybrat817​ 

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The blistering storm sweeps through Brooklyn, covering the roads and buildings in a thick coating of snow and ice. The streets were bare, buildings boarded up as the storm was said to leave 2 feet of snow when all was said and done.

When the electricity and heat went out in your tiny studio apartment you outwardly groaned. You pulled a few candles from the massive amount you had hidden under the kitchen sink and placed them around the room, lighting them as you went.

You shuffled over to the closet fetching a blanket wrapping it around yourself. With the storm picking up you knew that it’d get well below freezing tonight, you didn’t think having multiple large blankets was going to help.

You mind wandered to Steve.

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pairing - Steve x reader word count - 3,160 warnings - instance of domestic abuse A/N - Takes place during the Age of Ultron party without Ultron ruining the fiesta. Also I know Sam wasn’t there during the hammer scene but that’s always bothered me so I put him there

summary - A celebratory party gone horribly wrong. Good thing you’re not alone

Another day, another successful mission.

Naturally, Tony wanted to throw a party: a victory party, and a farewell party for the members of the team who would be leaving (to Asgard and the likes).

You weren’t one to turn down a night in the tower with your friends, so you were keen on attending. Your boyfriend, however, was less than enthused. You told him multiple times that he didn’t have to go, but it seemed like the idea of not going bothered him more than the idea of going. You didn’t want to make him angry, so you just closed your mouth and let him make up his mind on his own.

You and Andrew started dating a little over ten months ago and things were pretty good. No relationship you had ever been in lasted that long, and you weren’t about to break it off because of a few bad moments. Besides, if you told anyone how bad the bad moments were, you’d look so weak. You were a SHIELD agent. Weakness was not in your blood. You could kick the asses of aliens alongside the Avengers but you couldn’t hold your own against your abusive boyfriend? As long as you could cover face bruises with makeup and hide your arms under long-sleeve shirts, you were okay.

There were good moments too, and those were what you convinced yourself to focus on.

You walked into the Avenger’s tower and made your way up to the party deck. Andrew kept his arm firmly around your waist, keeping you glued to his side. You forced a smile and looked up at him. He returned the smile and kissed the top of your head.

Good moment.

As soon as you joined the party, you spotted all of your friends. Natasha and Bruce were at the bar, Rhodey, Maria, Thor, and Tony were standing around with drinks in hands, Clint was talking with Margaret Cho, and Steve and Sam were playing pool. Steve looked up from his pool game and immediately locked eyes with you. He smiled brightly and waved at you but, before you could wave back, Andrew pulled you over to the bar. You swore you saw Steve frown before you were whisked away. “Hey Nat,” you said, hoping your voice sounded cheery when you approached your red-headed friend. You almost gave Bruce a hug, but Andrew once again held you back. His grip on your waist tightened painfully. “Can I get a gin and tonic?” you asked.

“You need to drive home,” Andrew said firmly. “Just drink some water.” Nat raised her eyebrow at you but you just nodded.

“Sorry, I forgot,” you said softly. “Water’s fine, Nat.”

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks,” he said to Nat. He didn’t even make eye-contact with her, which was good because Nat rolled her eyes at him. She pushed the drink in front of him and he downed it in one swallow and pushed it in front of her again.

“Is this your way of asking for a refill?” Nat asked, bitterness in her tone. “You might want to try Thor’s approach and shatter the glass. It’s a little more entertaining.” Andrew glared at her before he took your hand and pulled you away from the bar.

Bad moment.

Music blasted around the tower and, even though all you really wanted to do was chat to your friends, Andrew wanted to dance. When Can’t Feel My Face came on, Andrew pulled your body close to his and forced your backside against his front. You grinded against him, not really wanting to do so but knowing better than to argue with him. He already had a few drinks in his system and you knew how he got after a whiskey or two. Andrew started putting his lips on your neck, kissing and nibbling along your skin. Again, you just tilted your head and allowed him to do so, despite how uncomfortable you were feeling. This was your boyfriend. Why were you feeling uncomfortable? When you felt Andrew’s hand go up the front of your dress, you had enough. You pulled away from him and awkwardly tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Let’s go talk to some people,” you said nervously. “I haven’t gotten to chat with Maria yet.” You could see it in his eyes that you had upset him, but you hoped he wouldn’t lash out.

“Why won’t you dance with me?” he asked angrily, grabbing your hips harshly and pulling you close to him again. He grabbed your ass roughly in both of his hands, and you put your hands on his chest to try and distance yourself from him.

“I just want to hang out with my friends,” you said. “Can we please go talk to them?”

“Why are you being so difficult?” he snapped. His tone made you wince and clench your jaw.

Not here. Not here. Not here.

“Please let me go, Andrew,” you almost whispered. He clenched his jaw and pushed you away from him with such force that you stumbled and fell, the back of your head hitting a table.

The next thing you knew, Steve grabbed Andrew by the shirt and pushed him up against the nearest wall. Rhodey and Maria were by your side instantly, helping you up from the ground. You rubbed the back of your head and tried to hold in your tears. “Get your fucking hands off of me!” Andrew yelled, trying to push Steve away from him.

“Don’t you ever touch her like that!” Steve said firmly. “You keep your hands away from her!”

“She’s my girlfriend!” Andrew shouted back. “I can touch her how I want to touch her!”

“Not if I can help it!” Steve said. You could tell Steve was about to throw a punch at Andrew, but Sam quickly stepped in and stopped him.

“Not here, man,” Sam said calmly. “You don’t want to do something you’ll regret.” Steve let go of Andrew’s shirt and stepped away from him. “Get the hell out of here,” Sam said to Andrew, nodding his head to the door. Andrew smoothed down the front of his shirt and looked at you.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he said. “We’re going.” You could feel all eyes on you as you cast your head down and nodded, walking with Andrew to leave the party.

“No, you’re going,” Nat said, stepping in between you and Andrew. “(Y/N) is staying.”

“Like hell she is,” Andrew scoffed. “(Y/N), now. Let’s go.” Before you could take another step forward, Maria joined Nat’s side. Soon after that, Rhodey, Sam, Steve, Tony, Clint, and even Bruce blocked the path between you and Andrew. “You’re kidding me, right?” Andrew said angrily. “This is bullshit. It’s not like I meant to throw her against a table.” No one moved. “She’s my girlfriend. She comes with me or-”

“Please,” Thor said, joining the group of your defenders, “I beg of you to finish that sentence.” Andrew clenched his fists at his side and stared at you.

“You come with me or we’re done,” he said firmly. You felt your throat close up. You had to go with him, right? You didn’t have anybody else. Sure, Andrew was difficult, but he was the only person who had never given up on you. You owed it to him to not give up on him, right?

Just when you were about to take a step forward, you felt Steve gently grab your hand. At first, you thought he was forcing you to stay. Usually when Andrew took your hand, it was to dictate where you were to go. But once you felt Steve’s thumb brush your skin gently, you knew that wasn’t his intention. It was like he was reading your mind. Of course you had somebody else. You had the team. And you had Steve.

So, you planted your feet and held your ground. You couldn’t meet your eyes with Andrew’s, but at least you were standing strong. Andrew threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“Fine!” he shouted. “Fuck you too, then!”

Clint stepped forward but Nat stopped him before he could do anything stupid. Andrew turned around and stormed out of the tower, leaving everyone in stunned silence behind him. You felt like your whole body was shaking. You ruined the whole party, you knew it. Steve had let go of your hand and you lifted both of yours to tug your fingers through your hair. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably and your breath was quivering, but you didn’t cry. When you looked up again, the whole team was looking at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Rhodey said. “That wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve just listened to him,” you said with a shake of your head. “None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t ticked him off.” You sighed and tugged your fingers through your hair, knowing you messed up the do’. “I probably look like a mess,” you groaned.

“Come on,” Maria said. “We’ll help you get cleaned up.”

“I just want to take a shower and get out of this stupid dress,” you mumbled.

“The party’s wrapping up anyway,” Tony said with a wave of his hand. “All these extras will be gone by the time you’re done, I guarantee it.”

“I’m sorry if I ruined the party,” you said.

“The party was already down the toilet before that happened,” Clint said. Tony slapped him on the back of the head and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Thanks guys,” you said softly. They all nodded and, once you assured Maria that you were fine to go off on your own, you walked through the tower to the living quarters to take a shower. You took your time in the bathroom, using the shampoo you assumed belonged to Nat and letting the hot water burn against your skin. Still, you didn’t cry.

When you finally shut the water off, you wrapped a towel around yourself and opened the door. You planned to go to Nat’s room and steal an outfit. As soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you noticed a pile of clothes sitting on the floor. You picked them up, assuming Nat had left them for you, but quickly realized it was Steve’s clothes. You felt yourself blush as you took them into the bathroom and slipped them on over your bra and underwear. His joggers were ridiculously large on you, but you bunched them up over your ankles so you wouldn’t trip, and his sweatshirt was just the right size to be comfortable. The sweatshirt smelled like him and you realized then how comforting you found the fact. Everything about Steve made you comfortable. You quickly snapped yourself out of your thoughts and brushed your hair before throwing it into a wet bun atop your head. You ignored your churning stomach and put on your strongest smile. It was extremely convincing thanks to how often you had to put it on for Andrew.

You rejoined the party hesitantly, worried that all the guests were still there. But, true to Tony’s word, the only people who remained were your friends. You immediately relaxed and sat beside Steve on the couch. “Thanks for the clothes,” you said softly while the others were chatting.

“No problem,” he said. He folded his arms across his chest and stared straight ahead, pretending to be invested in the conversation Sam and Nat were having.

“Steve?” you whispered, poking his cheek a little. The action usually made him smile, but he remained cold. “What’s wrong?” Steve looked at you and sighed but, right when he opened his mouth, Clint spoke.

“Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power,” he said sarcastically, motioning to Mjölnir. “Whatever man, it’s a trick!”

“Please, be my guest,” Thor said with a smug grin. It was a challenge and everyone knew Clint would never turn down a challenge. He stood up and approached the hammer confidently.

“Clint you’ve had a tough week,” Tony said. “We won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.”

After Clint tried (and failed) to lift the hammer, everyone else took a turn. Bruce awkwardly fake-hulked out causing everyone to laugh at his expense. Tony and Rhodes couldn’t even lift it with their combined mechanical powers. You were shocked when you noticed the hammer budge at Steve’s attempt. Thor also saw it, you knew, because his smile dropped for a fraction of a second. Steve, however, surrendered and failed to lift it completely. Everyone turned to Nat who just laughed. “Oh no,” she said, “that’s not a question I need answered. What about (Y/N)?”

“Yeah no way am I worthy,” you laughed.

“It’s not about being worthy!” Sam argued.

“All difference to the man who wouldn’t be king,” Tony said, “but it’s rigged.”

“You bet your ass,” Clint agreed.

“Steve, he said a bad language word,” Maria teased.

“Did you tell everyone about that?” he asked the team. You stifled a giggle and hid your mouth behind your sweatshirt sleeve and Steve shot you a playful grin.

“The handle’s imprinted, right?” Tony said. “Like a security code. Whosoever carrying Thor’s fingerprints is, I think, the literal translation.”

“Yes it’s a very, very interesting theory,” Thor said smugly. “I have a simpler one.” He tossed the hammer effortlessly in the air and caught it again. “You’re all not worthy.”

You didn’t care what everyone else said. You believed Thor. He came from the gods. It wasn’t so hard to believe that Mjölnir could only be wielded by someone deemed worthy by Odin. “What does it take to be worthy, Thor?” you asked softly. Everyone turned to look at you before looking at Thor.

“Well,” he said slowly, “I’ve never been told for certain. I believe part of it is knowing in yourself that you’re worthy. If you don’t believe it, you can’t lift it. But I suppose being worthy is wanting it for the right reason. There was a time where I could not lift Mjölnir. I believe it was because I was selfish and wanted the hammer for power or recognition, not for justice. Once I realized, I could wield it.” Everyone was quiet for a moment until Clint scoffed.

“I still think it’s a party trick,” he said. Everyone laughed and Thor grinned.

“Believe what you may, Barton,” he said with a shrug.

Soon after that, everyone began to part ways. Those who didn’t live in the tower departed and those who did ventured up to their rooms. You suddenly felt lost. You didn’t live in the tower, but you didn’t want to go home. Even though you didn’t live with Andrew, he had a key to your apartment and you didn’t trust him not to show up in the middle of the night.”

“(Y/N), there’s a spare room,” Tony said, almost reading your mind. “You can stay here as long as you want.” You nodded but didn’t look up at him.

“Thanks, Tony,” you said softly. As you started to walk away, he clapped you on the back.

“You know you always have a place here, yeah?” he said. You couldn’t find the words, so you just gave him a weak smile and nodded.

You retreated to the bedroom you knew you could call yours for the night and threw yourself on the bed. And for the first time that night, you cried. You curled into a ball under the covers and sobbed, your whole body shaking. It was like you could still feel Andrew’s hands pushing you or groping you or, if you didn’t fight the thoughts hard enough, slapping you or kicking you. Every time you thought you cried yourself dry, a new wave of sobs shook your body. There was a soft knock at the door, but you couldn’t stop your cries long enough to let the person in. They didn’t wait, instead letting themselves into your room. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was Steve. He quickly sat in bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap. “Shh,” he whispered, rocking your body back and forth. “It’s alright. You’re okay. Shh.” He continued to whisper calming words in your ear, holding you tightly to his body. You finally managed to catch your breath but kept your face pressed to Steve’s chest. Once the air between you felt less tense, Steve spoke. “He hit you a lot, didn’t he?” You didn’t say anything, just nodded and focused on swallowing back the lump that was rising in your throat. Steve sighed, “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Because I’m a SHIELD agent, Steve,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “I should be able to stand my ground and fend for myself. But he would come up to me and, and I couldn’t. I just let him do it time and time again because I’m, I’m just weak. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t want anyone to think it compromised my role on the team.”

“(Y/N),” Steve said gently, “this doesn’t make you weak. Even the strongest person can be blinded by love.”

“I hate what he did to me,” you choked out. “I hate how worthless he made me feel.”

“I know,” Steve whispered. “But you’re okay now. I promise.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

“What?” he said, looking at you clearly. “Why’re you sorry?”

“Because you’re, you have to see me like this,” you said, motioning to yourself in frustration.

“I don’t have to see you like this,” Steve assured you. “I’m choosing to be here.”

“I so don’t deserve you,” you muttered, your face buried in his chest again. Steve just shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He didn’t respond. You didn’t feel like he needed to. The way his arms held you tightly and his lips pressed against your skin softly, you knew he thought you were more than deserving. Surprisingly, right then, that felt like enough.

You looked up at Steve to see that his eyes were closed, his head resting on the headboard. “Will you stay with me?” you asked him softly. He opened his eyes and looked down at you.

“Yeah,” he said, brushing away a strand of hair that had escaped your bun. “Yeah, of course.” You pulled back the blanket and Steve crawled under it. As soon as he was laying down, you rested your head on his chest and threw your arm over his stomach. He kept his arm around you and held you close to his body. It had been ages since someone held you so securely. Andrew never enjoyed cuddling. The thought made you hold Steve even tighter. “You’re alright,” he whispered, rubbing your arm gently. “You’re alright.”

And somehow, you knew you were. Or at least, you would be.

CHRIS EVANS at the CATWS premiere in Beijin, 2014.

My favorite Picture of Chris Evans, who just looks like a Sim 😂😂😂

the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (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. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots 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!

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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 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’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had. 

He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family. 

His stomach turned when your eyes widened. 

“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions. 

Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all. 

Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?” 

His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself. 

“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.” 

He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves. 

Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family. 

Which was stupid. 

It’s his family. 

He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal. 

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