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Come Back To Me

Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: T

Requested by a wonderful anon

Warning: Edited at 2 a.m. (I really need to stop doing that)

As you sat on the hardwood floor, shaking hands slowly wrapped each frame that once covered your home. Smiles taunted you behind clear glass, contrasting the tear-streaked complexion you currently wore. As each moment of the past was relived through the pictures, your composure grew worse as wet hands ran across each face, tears staining the once perfect setting for those happy times.

Your hair slowly unraveling from its messy bun, you rose, taking the last frame with you to place within the duffel bag that lay on the bed. Yet your unsteady grip finally faltered, the object in your hands falling to the floor. Shattered glass spread across your feet as you watched the frame fall apart, the wood disconnecting to form a pile on the floor, the picture left upside down in the midst of the destruction.

With the new mistake, a sharp cry escaped your lips as a hand flew to your mouth, covering it as if to hold the screams that were begging to be released. Sobs filled the silent air as your feet swiftly trudged through the glass. The pieces that pierced through the skin pushed deeper with each new step you took yet you persisted, letting the pain overwhelm the once peaceful times that you held previously in your hands. But the mix of emotions died down as soon as some of Chris’s last words from that night echoed in your ears, making you now beg for the room to just stay silent.

“Why the hell are we even in this relationship?”

The simple question was filled with harsh promises for the future as Chris didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he slammed the door, letting the sound of his heavy steps echo into the room until he disappeared for what you hoped would not be for good. But as the taxi sped away, carrying your heart along with it, you knew it was the beginning to the end.

This suspicion was only confirmed as the silence continued. Your cell phone remained inactive besides the countless times you had checked for messages. The multiple attempts of an apology were ignored and as you sat beside the lifeless object, a piece of you broke away with each moment that passed, creating a shell that finally crumbled under the pressure. Now, lying amongst the rubble of your relationship, you finally accepted the truth.

He was done with you.

At the repetition of this harsh reality, you screamed, the sound muffled against your hand once more as you collapsed on the bed, curling into a ball in a feeble attempt to heal the pain. The shirt you wore, one that belonged to Chris, rode up slightly as you slowly moved your arms to wrap around your legs, your head resting against bare skin as you begged for this nightmare to end. Begged to have the man who once loved you back into your arms. But he wasn’t here and it only grew worse.

Maybe if you had just given in, agreed to the one thing you promised you would never do, this would have never happened. If you had just accepted the fact that Chris wanted a family and gave him one, you wouldn’t be feeling this way. You’d still have him. Yet despite the overwhelming heartache that came with the punishment for your continual diversion of the topic, you still couldn’t agree to it. Even if it meant losing him, you wouldn’t lose a part of yourself to please a man. Even if the man was the one you were willing to spend the rest of your life with.

Finally accepting the decision you had made from the beginning, your body finally relaxed, a sense of defeat filling your actions as you slowly rose from the bed. With a slow approach, you changed into your own clothes quickly, letting Chris’ favorite blue Henley fall to the floor. The soft fabric seemed to taunt you as you slowly walked away, finally lifting one of the full boxes and heading to the truck that waited outside.

As time passed and the boxes began to increase in the once desolate truck, you sighed as the last box was placed upon the others. With a quick jump to leave the trunk, you quickly slammed the door closed, letting the sound add to your somber mood. With a turn to collect the keys, you kept your head down; hoping for this day to be over so you sleep away what you hoped would be a nightmare.

“You forgot something.” Your head snapped up as you quickly looked up at the man that waited for you at the door, the picture that fell from the broken frame held tightly in his hand.

Chris looked as horrible as you did. With his hair a mess and his clothes disheveled, his eyes frantically searched yours, giving a clear display for the hurt that clearly mirrored your own. His free hand continually running against his jeans, he moved one step closer, waiting for you to say anything about his impromptu return.

“Thanks…” You quickly snatched the picture, carefully tucking it into your pocket while using this excuse to keep your head down. With a small breath, you spoke once more, filling the tense silence before it would all end and you and the truck would disappear.

“Why are you here?”

“I…I shouldn’t have left in the first place.” You froze, your head snapping up at the sudden confession. Frantic eyes searched for any clues you could find within the anxious state of the man in front of you, any sign that your packing was for nothing. Yet the lingering doubt remained and as your teeth dug into your lip, you took a step back before wrapping your arms around your waist.

“You were a week early for filming. I’m sure they didn’t need you just yet. That’s why you’re here.”

“God damn it (y/n). You knew that’s not the reason why I came back.”

His harsh tone forced the tears to once more run down your skin as his concern made the possibility of the what-ifs less far-fetched. With a small confidence beginning to build, you tried to keep calm, letting Chris continue.

“When I left that day…I was angry. I know the whole baby talk was premature but I needed to know that you had the same goals as I did. When you didn’t, it just seemed like a deal breaker at the time. All I could see was a future without a little you or a little me. A little us…and I snapped. I wanted a family. After seeing how great my parents were, I wanted the same thing.” His voice cracked as he spoke the last word, quickly rubbing his eyes before trying to speak again.

“I had thought that was all I wanted but the farther away I got from home, the more I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. When I pictured the family I had been longing to have, I couldn’t see anyone else as their mother. Before you say anything, yes, I know you don’t want kids and I’m ready to accept that. I’m ready to give up that family dream because (y/n)…all I want is you.”

With each word, the sobs you once tried to control had returned, your body shaking under their force. Unconscious steps brought you closer to Chris, giving him the chance to pull you into his arms. His tears hitting your shirt, he cracked, taking a shaky breath while trying to regain his wavering resolve to slowly whisper in your ear.

“I tried to picture my life without you but I couldn’t. How can I live without you being the first thing I see when I wake up? I want to hear your laugh whenever I crack a horrible joke. I want to see your face light up whenever I come home because as tired as I feel on the way back, it all disappears as soon as I can have you in my arms again. As long as I have you, I’m happy. (Y/n), I’ll handle not having a kid as long as I have you through it all.”

It was then that the two of you finally gave in the pain, letting each of you heal the other as you both collapsed into each other’s arms. Chris’ hands quickly moved your head, pressing his lips quickly to yours as if to emphasize the speech he had just made. Instinctively, your hands wound through his hair, pulling him in closer as you deepened the kiss, your body pressing flush against his.

Back in the embrace of your boyfriend, everything felt better. The heartbreak that you once considered to be a new permanent part of your life faded away as you felt your skin against his once more. As you finally pulled away, a small smile graced your lips as your forehead rested against his, watching as his own complexion copied your own. His strong arms holding your hips tight, he laughed, moving to rest his head upon your shoulder.

“I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with this meatball.” The previous mood slowly becoming a distant memory, you finally laughed, the noise sounding choked but still there. As you quickly nodded, you moved away, wiping your eyes before clearing your throat and speaking. Your hand moving to rest on his cheek, you lifted his head to meet his gaze. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Stay With Me (Steve Rogers X F!Reader)

First post ever! I wrote this for my friend on Instagram, and I wanted to share it here! I hope you enjoy and any feedback/comments are appreciated!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptive injury, blood, vomit, hospitals, language (possibly?)

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Pain. All you could feel was pain. Not just some mild cramping like you usually get during missions, but hot, searing pain. Your entire body felt like it was on fire; your head throbbing as if it was getting ready to explode. 

Just as you were about to drift off into what felt like an endless void, you heard something. It almost sounded like.....gun fire? Some shouting? Maybe some explosions? What was going on? Why couldn't the world just let you fade deep into the weightlessness of the void?

Groaning, you attempted to blink away the nausea and fatigue, sitting up to get a look at your surroundings. There were trees all around you; their leaves covered in a thick layer of heavy snow. 

Snow....that explains the extreme cold beneath you, along with the softness you felt on what usually is rock hard ground. The sun was bright and beating down on you, much too bright for the liking of your pulsing headache. 

It was all too much, you leaned over on your knees and threw up, the foul taste of stomach acid coating your mouth afterwards. Not wanting to look at the mess you made, you covered it up with snow and continued to look around. You saw your teammates, but they all seemed busy fighting your enemy. 

That's right, you remembered what you were there for; Hydra had files on the Red Room, so Tony and Natasha organized this mission to get them. However, things went south pretty quickly as Hydra had been expecting you and the other Avengers. You looked around for someone, anyone who could help you get back to the Quinjet; you knew you were in no condition to fight any further. 

"....hello? Guys, I need...." you paused, holding your breath so you didn't release anymore bile, "I need help. My head..." 

Nobody picked up on comms, the line was dead. Cursing under your breath, you squinted your eyes and saw a figure in the distance fighting off about three foes. It seemed like they were losing. Badly. With further inspection, you saw it was Steve, your captain and your boyfriend. 

"Shit...." you had two options: you could either sit there and wait for someone to find you, or you could go and help Steve, and then he could help you get back to the Quinjet so Helen could nurse your condition. 

You chose the latter and slowly stood up, limping your way over to your captain, drawing your knives. The foes didn't see you coming, so you quickly stabbed one from behind, hitting them in the spine. They screamed as they went down, making the other two focus on you rather than Steven. 

You huffed as you took on one while the blond handled the other. As you were so focused on your fight, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Steve had taken down his opponent but quickly noticed a fourth Hydra agent closing in behind you.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, pushing you out of the way and taking the hit for you; the bullet penetrated his stomach, making him fall to the ground. 

Out of rage, you quickly finished off your original enemy before knocking out the man who shot Steve. 

When that was done, you allowed the panic to settle in and you rushed over to the blond, "Steve! Oh my god...." you breathed out, your blood running cold at the sight of blood spreading along his suit, staining it a deep red. 

He coughed and tried to send you a reassuring smile, but it came out as a wince. Quickly, you dropped to your knees and placed pressure on the wound, letting out a quiet sob at the whimper he released. 

"I know, Stevie. I know it hurts....SOMEBODY! STEVE'S DOWN! PLEASE!" you began crying out for one of your teammates to hear you. 

More coughs escaped his lips, some blood following, "(Y/N)…sweetheart...." he wheezed out, his deep, blue eyes locking on to your bloodshot ones, "it's okay." 

Aggressively, you shook your head, pressing more pressure into his stomach; an action that made the Captain America cry out in pain, tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Why?! Steven why...." you cried, your head rapidly looking around for anybody who could help you. 

Mustering all his strength, he reached a shaking, bloody hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

"I promised..." he gasped for breath, making your eyes widen, "...that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise." 

You shook your head, "not like this! This isn't protecting me!" you scolded, wincing as your arms began to cramp from keeping pressure on his stomach. 

You made the mistake of looking down, seeing his thick and sticky blood coating your hands, the thought making you want to throw up again; your own injuries were nothing but a distant memory as you focused on keeping the man in front of you alive. 

As the moments passed, his breathing became heavier and more labored, coming out in slow pants and his eyes began to flutter closed, then open lazily every few moments. 

"Hey....hey!" you quickly removed one hand to lightly smack his cheek, smearing his blood over his skin, "keep your eyes open, soldier. That's an order." 

He chucked breathlessly, ending in a cough, "look at my pretty girl...giving the orders now..." 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, making you cry out in joy, "Stevie, hang in there a little longer! Someone's coming!" 

His eyes refused to open, his breathing becoming faint and shallow. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)....I love....." he coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, "I love you..." 

Just like that, you couldn't hear his breathing anymore, "Steve?" 

You shook him a little, getting no response, "Steven! Wake up! Don't you dare leave me! Not now! STEVEN!" 

Nothing. No response. Your chest heaved as you sobbed, clinging to his seemingly lifeless form...… 

Lights. Bright, white, hot lights. Throbbing. A terrible pain in his head. A weird burning sensation in his stomach; every time he shifted slightly he felt like his insides were being torn apart. Squinting, Steve slowly opened his eyes, assessing his situation. 

He asked himself if he was dead, he couldn't tell. But....then he heard it. The damned beeping sound of the heart monitor. As annoying as he found them, he was glad to hear it; it meant he was still alive and kicking. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted you fast asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hand securely locked around his. He smiled weakly, squeezing your hand in his. 

The subtle gesture suddenly jolted you awake, your eyes filling to the brim as you saw him awake and smiling, "....Stevie?" 

His grin seemed to grow tenfold. 

Despite all the pain he felt, despite the feeling of his throat being ripped apart, and even despite the fact that he felt like he wanted to sleep for the next five years, he breathed out what seemed to be the most soothing words in existence, "it's going to take more than a bullet to keep me from my best girl."

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.

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college!chris evans x college!reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you regret many things, but nothing more than not hearing him out.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *attempted sexual assault* (vague), exes to lovers, alcohol, violence, drugging, asshole!Ari Levinson, insinuation to v*, drunk sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: all credit for this pairing goes to @natashasera <3

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Chris watched as you walked passed him on campus as if he didn't exist. as if the two of you weren't just in love, weren't just planning to graduate and move in together. as if the two of you weren't planning your future together.

but he knew the reason why you just ignored him. he fucked it all up. he took your heart from your chest, and crushed it without a second thought, all because the two of you got into a stupid fight, and instead of apologizing to you, he apologized to 6 beers at the bar with his friends.

he regrets talking to the pretty blonde. he regrets complimenting her obviously fake Gucci shirt. but most of all, he regrets leaving his drink with her when he went to the bathroom.

being the quarterback on the college football team, word got out after his roommate, Jake, came back from a smoke, and found him cozying up with the pretty blonde. Jake told their teammates, and their teammates told their own partners, and eventually, word got around to Inez Wallis, the school gossip who was in love with Chris and was very bad at hiding it.

she had tried to convince you that Chris had cheated on you in the past, and whenever you asked for proof, she couldn't give any, and thats how you knew she was lying. this time, however, she was telling the truth.

"here," Inez said, handing you her phone. "this is what Jake is sending to everyone."

your heart broke into a million little pieces, the wind rushing out of your lungs, shattered heart pounding in your ears. it was Chris.

it was Chris, sitting close, too close, at the bar with the blonde girl from your Calculus class that was a teachers pet, and had had her eyes on Chris since freshman year.

"n-no," you stuttered. "t-that can't be true. Chris w-would never." you begged Inez to tell you that she was joking, that it was April 1st, that when you asked Chris about this later, he would deny it with such truth in his features that you couldn't deny it.

"it's true." she said, a satisfied smile on her face.

you turned on your heel, and practically ran to confront the man who you thought would be yours forever.

since that day, you hadn't spoken to him. you hadn't looked at him, answered any of his texts, or acknowledged his existence in anyway.

any gift he sent was back at his doorstep the next day. every text was thrown back with a 'not delivered' in red.

it was like you deleted him from your life, and moved on without a second thought, if the way you danced with Ari to his favourite song at the residence hall's Christmas party was any indication of how you were doing.

Chris wasn't doing well. not as well as you were. water became beer, study hall became two hour long naps in the middle of the day, mealtimes became gym sessions.

he was thinner, paler, more tired. he could barely keep his eyes open in class. his grades were slipping, and guilt with anxiety constantly swirled in his stomach, and no matter how many times he emptied his stomach, it remained.

thats how he ended up here, scrolling through instagram on a Friday, a beer in his hand. he was on the verge of sleep, ready to put the dreadful week behind him, and sleep the entire weekend.

his eyes shot open, however, when he saw you in a photo from his teammate, Steve.

you were making out with Ari, the same asshole who you danced with. the beer bottle fell and shattered on the hardwood of his bedroom, and he was springing up from the bed, the alcohol and lack of sleep and regular meals making him act rashly.

he checked his 'find my friends' app, and saw where the party was, before taking off in that direction.

he stormed through the frat house, looking in every room, every nook and cranny for you. he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring the room spinning.

he threw open every door that stood in his way, and skidded to a stop. you were passed out on some frat guys bed, and Ari, the cocky asswipe, was on top of you, his hands running up your shirt, a visible tent in his pants.

before he could think, Chris bolted towards him, and body slammed him to the ground. he straddled him, much like Ari was on top of you moments ago, and didn't hesitate to throw punches at his face. the skin of his knuckles screamed at him, but he didn't care. despite coming here to yell at you, a protectiveness overtook him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop.

the shouting from Chris woke you up. your face contorted into horror as you saw what Chris was doing.

"CHRIS!" you shouted, falling to your knees and trying to push Chris off of Ari.

he shook your hand off and continued to beat him up. you tried again, but you were shook off again. you scrambled to your feet, and ran out of the room, in search of help. you found Anthony, and dragged him back up to the room.

Anthony jumped into action, and grabbed Chris around the shoulders before dragging him off of Ari. "fuck man," Anthony said, as Chris fought against him, unable to escape. "what the hell are you doing?"

"i'm gonna kill him!" Chris shouted, trying to pry Anthony's arms off of him, but being unsuccessful.

"dude, stop!" Anthony shouted, rolling over and pinning him to the ground. "you're scaring the shit outta y/n!"

that snapped Chris out of it, and he craned his neck to look at you. you were in the corner, back pressed against the wall, terror on your face as your eyes were locked on Chris.

Anthony released him, and Chris crumpled to the ground. "fuck!" Chris spat, slamming his shaking hand on the floor. "'m sorry, y/n."

you watched as Anthony dragged Ari out of the room, and left the two of you alone.

"w-" you stuttered. "why did you do that?" you asked shakily, watching as Chris sat against the opposite wall. "what has he done to you?"

"he was fuckin' assaulting you, y/n." Chris said, and the corners of your lips pointed down, tears brimming his eyes.

"no." you said. "no he wasn't."

"yes he was."

"no you're just mad that i'm moving-"

"y/n, he was on top of you, with a goddamn boner, and his fuckin' hands were about to touch your tits!" Chris yelled, his head hitting the wall behind him. "if anything, you should be thankin' me."

"why should i do that? why should i give you the time of day?" you said, and Chris ran his hand over his face.

"because i didn't get a chance to fucking explain what the hell happened with her," he said.

"you don't need to explain!" you shouted, burying your head in your hands. "you got drunk outta your mind, and had sex with someone else! what else is there to explain?!" you demanded and Chris groaned.

"i didn't sleep with her."

"sure you fucking didn-"

"she fuckin' drugged me." he said. he watched as you processed the news. he moved to sit beside you, and breathed when you didn't make an effort to move away. "i went to the bathroom, and left my drink with her. when i came back, it tasted different, and i stopped drinking it. i got really fucking dizzy after that, and ended up leaving." he explained.

your heart pounded, but as you looked in his eyes, you found no trace of a lie in his face. he might be a good actor, but he was a shitty liar. all you found was truth.

"i only realized what it was a few weeks later, but by that time, you were pretending i didn't exist. i swear to god, y/n, i'd never cheat on you. you know what Ma would do to me if i did something like that? i'd never see the light of day again because i'd be six feet under." he said, and you shook your head, unable to believe your own stupidity.

"i'm so sorry, Chris," you said, turning to look at him. "i'm so fucking sorry. if i had known-" you said, and Chris shook his head.

"don't." he said. "don't say what you would have done. i just want to move past it." he said, you gulped.

"okay." you whispered, and offered him your hand. he took it, and intertwined your fingers.

Chris leaned in closer, your shoulders touching. Chris rested his forehead against your head, and inhaled.

you still smelled the same, and Chris had never been more grateful for that.

"i should have listened to you." you said, playing with his fingers. "if i had, we could be in your dorm, having sex rather than sitting here and making you relive what happened."

Chris shook his head, releasing your hand and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "don't overthink it." he whispered. "what happened, happened, and all we can do is move past it." he explained. he pressed a kiss to your temple with a smile. "I got approved for that apartment we looked at." he said. you looked up at him.

"really?" you asked softly, and he nodded.

"yup." he said, leaning closer and bumping his nose with yours. "we can move in anytime after April 30th." he said, and you bit your lip.

"you still wanna live with me?" you asked, and Chris nodded, moaning quietly.

"mhm." he whispered. "of course i wanna." he said, and swallowed, his adams apple bobbing as you giggled.

"c'mere," he whispered, tugging you onto his lap. his hand cupped your cheek, and slid to the back of your neck, before bringing your forehead to rest on his. he licked his lips, and his vision zeroed in on your lips.

"please tell me i can kiss you," he said, and as soon as you nodded, he was surging forward and catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

as soon as your lips touched, the two of you fell back into your old rhythm. his hands ran down your back and gripped your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pressing you against him.

your breasts brushed against his chest, nipples perking up at the contact. you moaned into his mouth, and disconnected your lips as he slid his legs down, and spread his thighs. you threw your head back and moaned, letting him suck a hickey into the skin of your neck, while his hands gripped your hips, and helped you grind against his bulge.

he moved your legs over his hips, and maneuvered to his knees. he pressed your back against the floor, and slid his hands under your sundress.

"fuck," he moaned, separating your lips briefly. "gonna fuck you so good," he whispered, and his fingers curled around your underwear, pulling them down.

his hands gripped your thighs, and pulled them up, and then apart. "fuckin' beautiful," he said, looking at your dripping pussy. he chuckled as your hands pawed at his shirt, wanting it off. he all but ripped it off, leaning over, and kissing you deeply as he fiddled with his tie on his sweatpants. he managed to finally undo the knot and pushed them down, his hand gripping his hard and leaking cock, running it through your folds, collecting some wetness on the head.

"gonna let me fuck you?" he asked quietly, and you moaned, your back arching. he pressed his head to your entrance, and slowly slid in, squeezing his eyes shut as you enveloped him in your warm, wet heat, a heat he had been deprived of for too long.

he snapped his hips against yours, grabbing your leg, and throwing it over his shoulder. his hips slowly picked up speed, and he leaned over you, kissing you deeply as he pounded deeper and deeper.

suddenly, he pulled out and pulled you on top of him. he reached behind you with his right hand, and guided himself back inside of you. his hand squeezed your hips and guided you on his cock.

"fuck," you moaned, thighs trembling. you squeezed around him, and jolted forwards when his hand slapped your ass, and let out a moan.

"jesus, baby," he breathed, his head falling to the floor, eyes remaining on you. "your pussy is chokin' my fucking cock," his hand slapped your thigh, and he slid his hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit.

"you're s' deep," you gasped as Chris circled the small nub, his brows knit in concentration.

"yeah," he questioned, glancing up at you. "gonna let me fill you up?"

you nodded, dress covered breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. "please-" you begged, feeling your body begin to tense, the hot heat growing in your lower abdomen, pants escaping from your mouth.

"oh yeah, baby." he said. "you're so fucking close." he said, and you whimpered, thighs trembling even more. Chris noticed the trembling, and he grasped your hips, helping you to move to ease the tension off of your muscles.

"oh fuck, i'm close." he rasped, eyes squeezing shut, head tilting back, mouth opening in a hiss.

"m-me too," you stuttered, your eyes struggling to stay open.

Chris snapped his hips up, with a groan. "fuckin' soak me." he growled, his hands slapping your ass again, and you were sent over the edge less than a second later, mouth opening in a silent scream of intense pleasure as Chris stilled inside of you, hot jets of his cum shooting deep inside of you.

you fell forward as you came down from your earth shattering orgasm, and Chris's hand grasped your face, forcing you to make eye contact. "are you okay, bubba?" he asked quietly, his tired eyes searching your blissed out face.

you nodded subtlety, and his hands ran up and down your back as you laid down on his broad chest, moaning at the warmth he provided.

his fingers tilted your chin up, and his lips connected with yours once more. his lips massaged yours lovingly, and he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. his hand grabbed yours again, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

a tear rolled down your cheek, and Chris was quick to wipe it away.

"'m sorry i didn't listen to you," you gasped for air, and Chris sat up, leaning back against the bed, and cuddling you to his chest. "'m sorry i put you through hell." you said as you sobbed into his chest.

"shhh," he whispered into your hair. "it's okay, sweet girl," he assured. you always got slightly emotional after sex from your hormone levels dropping so quickly, and it made aftercare that much more intimate and loving. "just breathe, you're okay." he said, and you nodded, laying your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat thud under his skin.

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress, dragging it up and over your head. it was sweat soaked, and had some wrinkles in it. he replaced it with his shirt, and you cuddled into him once more.

"i know it's not my cardigan that you love, but it'll keep you decent until we get back to my dorm, because i'm not losing you again."

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!

W/C: 9.3k

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’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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Can I request little reader X Chris Evans 🥺👉👈

From your last fic, that point where she says, here's your dog." Same scenario... Like maybe Chris hears that you are not faithful to him or something and is mad about it. little baby is playing with doger and he yells at her and says he's not her dog etc etc. Is very mean until she probably runs away and he realises his mistake and tries hard to find her? Plenty fluff.

Thank you 🥺❤️

my little baby

pairing: daddy!Chris Evans x little!Reader

warnings: angst, DDLG relationship, fluff, Chris accuses the reader of cheating, lots of crying.

a/n: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Chris didn't know why he was letting this article get to him.

there were always going to be articles accusing you of cheating on him, but he should have learned to not let it affect him.

but when there were pictures of you out to lunch with another guy, he was livid. instead of confronting you about it, like any decent person would do, he just ignored you. not the smartest idea.

you had no idea why your daddy was ignoring you, but you assumed it was because he didn't love you anymore. you concluded that you must have done something to make him hate you, and you were just waiting for him to tell you he didn't want to be your daddy anymore.

you didn't know what you were going to do when that day came, but you could only hope to win him back over, but nothing worked.

you stopped trying, and just enjoyed the time you had left with Dodger until you weren't allowed to see him anymore.

you were playing with Dodger in yours and Chris's bedroom, when he came in. he had just gotten home from set, and he looked tired.

"hi, daddy." you said, and frowned when you got a grunt in return.

"I did all my chores," you said, hoping that would give you more of a response.

you got another grunt. your lower lip wobbled, and you turned to face him. "why are you mad at me?" you asked, tears rimming your eyes.

he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took off his jacket. "don't act like you don't know." he said, and you furrowed your brows, his angry attitude causing you to become even littler, your speech being affected.

"what I do?"

Chris rolled his eyes at you again and faced you. "don't play dumb, y/n. I saw the pictures. I know you're cheating on me. so I don't know why you're still here, playing with MY dog, when there's clearly someone else you'd rather be with." he spat, and you broke down in silent sobs at his accusation.

you sniffled, and Chris lost it. "enough with the damn tears! you're only crying because you got caught, so fucking quit it already!"

you looked up at him. "I not cheatin'!" you exclaimed, and Chris rolled his eyes.

"then why are there pictures of you with another guy all over Instagram and Twitter?!" he yelled, and you finally clued in to why he thought that, but it just made you even angrier.

you stood up and faced him. "dat was my fwend! he's gay!" you said, before crying more and walking fast towards the door.

"I weave. you pway with your doggy!" you spat, and ran out the door. you heard Chris swear and come after you, but you continued running, increasing your speed. your eyes locked on the front door just as you realized that Chris was chasing after you, and made a beeline for it.

"Y/N NO!" Chris yelled at you as you opened the door, but you didn't stop. you weren't allowed to leave the house without him when you were little, but you didn't care about the rules at the moment, only getting away from the mean man.

you ran out the door and down the driveway. your feet hurt like hell as they pounded against the rock driveway, but after a few seconds it stopped, and you realized it was because Chris reached you and picked you up.

"hey! stop!" he said, as you sobbed and struggled against him. "C'mon. inside." he said as he struggled to get you and your flailing limbs in the house.

"NO!" you screeched, but to no avail. he carried you inside, and sat you on the couch. he crouched in front of you and tried brushing the hair out of your eyes but you wouldn't let him. "'TOP! NO TOUCHING!" you screeched while sobbing and Chris backed up and sitting on the coffee table, respecting your boundaries.

you curled up in a ball and sobbed, not looking at Chris as he started talking.

"baby, I'm so sorry." he said, but you sobbed harder. "I should have talked to you instead of assuming and believing the internet. baby, look at dada, please?" he asked and you shook your head.

"baby?" he begged, a hint of tears in his voice, and you shook your head.

"NO! you think I cheated on you! I hate you!" you expressed, and Chris couldn't stop his tears that fell as you said the last three words.

"baby, please just look at me." he begged and you shook your head again.

"go away!" you begged back, and he tried once more.

"honey, I-"

"GO AWAY!" you screeched, and he finally complied, walking out of the room and giving you space.

you didn't move for hours, eventually falling asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Chris had tried earlier to bring you dinner but you yelled at him again and he hadn't bothered you since.

eventually Chris ventured back down the stairs to try and coax you to bed, when he found you asleep on the couch in nothing hut your leggings and a t shirt, trembling ever so slightly.

he sighed, and scooped you up. he carried you up the stairs, and laid you under the covers in bed. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and grabbed the spare comforter from the closet that he had for cold winter nights, and headed downstairs to the couch. he laid down on the couch and fell into a restless sleep.

that was, until 4 am, when he was awoken by sobbing and a weight on his chest. he looked down and teared up when he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him, your head on his chest facing him and sobbing.

you noticed he was awake, and your sobs increased. "I sorry dada." you sobbed, and Chris sat up slightly. he ran a hand through your hair and shushed you but you continued apologizing. "I not hate you. I wove you." you sobbed, and Chris sighed.

"can dada touch you?" he asked and you immediately gave him consent. he lifted you up and settled you onto your chest before lying back down.

"I know you don't hate me, sweetie. and even if you did, I wouldn't blame you. I should have come right to you when I saw those pictures, instead of letting my anger and jealousy grow and exploding on you." he said, and smiled internally as you watched him with hopeful eyes. "I especially shouldn't have exploded on you when you're little. you didn't deserve that. I am also insanely sorry that I said Dodger was my doggy, not yours. he's both of ours, and you're so attentive, caring and loving with him. he's just as much yours and he is mine." he said, squeezing you tighter to his chest.

"gonna punish me for runnin' away?" you asked, fear making your voice waver.

he shook his head. "no. never. I scared you and you thought I didn't love you anymore, right?" he asked, and you sadly nodded. "well, I love you so much my little girl." he whispered.

you smiled at him and your eyes began to flutter shut, Chris humming a tune as you drifted. just before you fell asleep he pressed a kiss to your head.

"I love you, my little baby."

strangers again

pairing: steve rogers x black!reader

summary: you and steve had a lot of changes in your relationship but you never intended to end up at square one again.

warnings: strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers trope, injury and memory loss.

a/n: y’all probably hate me for all of the sad ass content i have been writing lately but i swear i’m just trying to get all of the ideas out of my head while they are still there.

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strangers to friends

“do you mind if i sit here” i looked up from my computer to see a man with beautiful blue eyes looking at me. “sure” i smile at him and he takes the seat across front me.

“so what brings you here captain” i smile as he chuckles “just wanted some coffee before going back to my superhero duties” i laugh at his response before really talking a good look at him, he’s beautiful, his jawline is perfect, eyes a beautiful blue, and his lips full and soft.

“did anyone ever tell you about stranger danger?” his question makes me laugh “yes but you are a stranger who looks like he doesn’t mean any harm” he smiles at my respose “and besides you aren’t really a stranger to me if anything you should be worried about me, i could be a supervillain just waiting to kill you” he raises an eyebrow with a small smile “and are you” he asks “oh absolutely not” we share a laugh.

we had been talk for what felt like hours, he was incredibly funny and kind. he told some amazing stories but also listened to mine, i could tell he wanted to have a conversation on anything other than aliens and saving the world.

his phone went and his smile slowly disappeared “duty calls” i nod as he gets his things together. “before i go is it ok if i get your number” i smile and nods before writing my name and number down on a napkin, i hand him the napkins with a smile. “good luck cap” he smiles and nods before walking out of the coffee shop.

friends into lovers

i walked throughout the hospital look for steve’s room, sam had called me telling me that he had a fight and that he got beat up pretty bad. i look around until i found the number and walked into the room quietly, i saw steve laying in the hospital bed unconscious.

i closed the door behind me before looking over at sam “how is he” i ask as fear spread through my chest. “he’ll be alright he’s just unconscious right now” i nod before walking over the other side of his bed.

after a while sam left and i was still in the room, the nurse brought me a blanket and some snacks for the night. i eventually got tired so i laid my head on the side of his bed and drifted off to sleep.

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i felt a hand shake me gently and i whined before pushing it away, i heard a chuckle i recognized and opened my eyes. i turned my head and saw steve smiling at me “morning sleeping beauty” i smile as he chuckles.

i hesitantly put my had on his face and rub his cheek gently “you alright” i ask and he nods “i’m fine sweetheart” he asssures and i nod as the tears i had been holding in fell. “hey hey don’t cry” i wipe my tears before sniffling “i’m sorry i just thought i was going to lose you an-“ before i could finish he kissed me, the kiss was gently and passionate.

we pulled away in need of some air, we smile at each other before giggling like little kids. “i’ve been meaning to do that for a long time” i smiles as he touches my cheek and rubs it.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too steve”

my phone rang as i was driving, i was at a red light so i picked it up and saw tony calling me. i answered it and put it on speaker “hello” i pressed the gas pedal as the light turned green “y/n we need you to get back to the compound now it’s steve”

without saying a word i turned around in the middle of the street and made my way to the compound, i broke about every traffic law there was to get to the compound.

when i got there i didn’t even bother to park right, i got out of the car and ran towards the medical ward. when i got there i walked into the room and saw everyone surrounding the bed steve way laying in, i walked towards him and saw that he was beaten pretty badly.

everyone moved out of my way and i sat down in the chair next to the bed like i had done many times before, i held his hand and rubbed it with my thumb. he looked over at me and i smiled as a tear of relief fell down my face.

he pulled his hand way from mine and my smile dropped, i look at him with a confused expression “who are you ?”

and strangers again

Hello Hello! I am looking to be a beta reader for some writer on here! I would love to be able to improve my editing skills and I am looking to become an editor in the future! Here are some stuff I read:

- Harry Styles

- Chris Evans

- Marvel

- Star Wars

I would love to work with some incredible writers on here! If you’re interested go ahead and send me a message!

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Summary: Love is sick. Love is tiring. Johnny Storm is one hell of a playboy even though he’s in a relationship. You’re sick and tired of his actions and decide to end it all with just a couple of words.

Pairing: Playboy!Johnny Storm x Male Reader

Word count: 2.3k+ // all mistakes I own 

Warnings: +18, Angst, Smut, Fluff, cheating, feelings of regret, arguing, yelling, begging, heartbroken Johnny, guilt, crying, drinking, drunk calls, moving on, mature themes. 

A/N: This wasn’t good, but I tried. I haven’t done a Johnny fic at ALL so, first time for everything. I hope I got his character right since I haven’t watched the movies in a LONG time. Enjoy my loves!! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!! 

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