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Love me some Knight Steve Rogers!

In the Name of the King (S.R.)

Type: medieval/fantasy AU

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 13,000 * 

Summary:  Sir Steven Rogers, having risen from common people, now one of the most trusted knights to prince Anthony. You, nothing but a servant, albeit to Princess Maria herself. 

Love blooms in any place and it cares little for the rules of the court – much like your Steven. Then again, war cares just as little for any feelings you and your knight might harbour for each other…

Warnings: 18+ for NSFW thoughts, talk and sexy times in making, inexperienced and rather reader, probably desperately era-inaccurate, blood and mention of violence, death, religious ambiguity, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, language, (reader has hair long enough to be braided)

A/N: This is sort-of a song fic for it is based on a Czech song. You can find it here. I took the liberty to loosely translate the lyrics for you throughout the fic.

* A/N: If you prefer reading it in two parts, the best part for a split is after 5,5k words – you will find a gif there. Divider’s mine, btw. Enjoy 🥰

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | college!Jake Jensen x college!reader (college roommate au)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, himbo!Jake, jake has a crush and so do you, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, fingering (f), squirting, spitting, dirty talk, oral (f&m), p*ssy slapping, face fucking, all while wearing a headset

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Jake is a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass, even when things fly straight over his head. Based off this post: ‘let me suck your dick while you’re gaming🥺’

𝗪/𝗖 | 3.6K

𝗔/𝗡 | finally got to write for my baby hehe, [all asks — drabbles]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

During this time of year, students are nose deep in textbooks or laptops, drilling information in their brains, losing themselves in the stress, and anticipating the upcoming summer break.

Just like them, you were preparing and studying for your own two weeks of hell, while taking well-needed breaks in between to avoid breakdowns. You, similar to many other students, struggle this time of the semester.

Your roommate—not so much.

Jake is a computer science major and has always been at the top of his class. He never studies because he doesn’t need to, and seems to always get the highest grade amongst his peers.

Thankfully, Jake is always there when you need him. For projects, papers and study sessions—all you have to do is ask and he’s up and ready with his laptop and his gifted skills. His loyalty and kindness didn’t only stem from your friendship, or because the two of you were roommates. Jake kisses the ground you walk on because he was helplessly taken by you.

Anytime you need him, he’s there and honestly, even when you don’t need him, he’s there—not only because you lived together and he couldn’t be anywhere else. Almost every day, he is sitting on the living room couch wearing a headset and online gaming with his friends. Loudly, always so loud. Like cursing or telling off his friends in a playful way. Sometimes he was shirtless with his muscles and tattoos on display, but unfortunately today, he is wearing a shirt with a corny computer joke on it:

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Admittedly, Jake is far from unattractive. He is lovely eye-candy and has been the root of your fantasies more times than you can count. Jake may be highly academically intelligent, but when it comes to certain signals and social cues, he couldn’t be more clueless.

You know this, but you don’t know exactly how stupid he can be. Which has led to several misunderstandings.

Today is a study day, and you’re in the middle of a break. After dropping by the campus cafeteria for a sugary drink, you arrive back at your shared apartment. You walk in, typing on your phone and slurping your slushie.

As you pass, Jake freezes. Fingers stiff around the controller and his words die on his tongue. Behind his circular glasses, he watches you bend over the counter and ruffle through the junk food cabinet. Your tank top rolled up and your ass hanging out the bottom of your underwear—these are shorts, Jake—you always walked around the apartment half-naked, and went out in public only a quarter-naked. But with the high temperature, you can’t bear the thought of wearing anything more.

“Jake, have you seen the rest of the bubblegum?” You turn around, smirking as his eyes snap to your face.

“Uh, I had the last one.”

“Oh.” You deflate, wrapping your lips around the straw and sucking again.

Jake immediately sits up, already patting his pockets for his wallet. “Sorry, I can run to the store and get more—”

“It’s okay.” You shrug, stepping towards him and gently rubbing your fingers through his hair. His eyes fall shut in bliss as you scratch his head, but then they shoot open as you roughly yank his head back, pressing it into the back of the couch.

His words go muffled as you capture his mouth in yours, tongue slipping between his lips as you moan. Tightening your fingers in his blond hair, you pull away, breathing heavily.

“What—”

You pat his head, “thanks, baby.” You grin, then blow a pink bubble.

Jake pants, nodding stiffly. “Y-You’re welcome, I’ll—uh, get more tomorrow.” His voice is raspy and lower as a slight bulge appears in his pants. He inhales sharply as you strut away, answering a call on your phone as your bedroom door shuts.

The blond slumps, squeezing his eyes shut as his hand ghosts over his cock. “—I think I can hear your boner, Jensen.”

“Shut up, Colin.” Jake huffs, peeking down the hallway. He sees your shadow moving under your door, and with his headset on, he can barely hear you speaking on the phone.

“Dude, you’re fucking whipped.” Johnny pipes up, laughing.

“I know.” Jake sighs dreamily, tasting some of your cherry slushie on his tongue.

“And you two aren’t even dating.”

“We—sometimes, we kiss and sleep together, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I didn’t say there was.”

“No, there’s definitely something up with that–not wrong, just weird. You’re both exclusively together without being together.” Bucky’s voice comes through.

“And you took her home for the holidays and New Year.” Steve chimes in, “Didn’t you go to that destination wedding last summer—where was it, Rome?”

“It was Italy,” Colin says.

“No, it was Jamaica.” Johnny corrects, “I remember because of those bikini photos she posted, and as scandalous as it was, she was still wearing more than last Halloween.”

“I didn’t even know they made skirts that short.” Steve murmurs.

Bucky hums, “Oh, shit, I asked her to dance with me that night, but she was too caught up in Jensen’s costume malfunction—”

“Can you all shut the fuck up?” The blond grumbles.

“Not until you ask that babe to be yours! Unless, you need a wingman, Jensen.”

“Maybe he doesn’t only have trouble asking her out… early erectile dysfunction can happen in your 20s.”

Colin clears his throat, “Symptoms include loss of sensitivity of your dick, difficulty getting and maintaining an erection—”

Jake scoffs, if his friends were here, he’d kick them all in the balls, one after the other. “My dick is phenomenal and I fuck her just fine—”

“Fine? Is that what she calls it?” He switches to a higher-pitched voice, “Uh! Jake! This feels so fine—”

“I made her pass out on her birthday—nine orgasms. Bet you’ve only seen that shit in porn, asshole.”

A slew of laughter comes through his headset, loud cackles from everyone, Colin included. “All right, I bow to your greatness, o’ orgasm king—teach me your ways.”

“Us—teach us your ways, Jensen. Can’t keep all that knowledge to yourself.”

“Well, you have to know who you’re with, all their spots—”

“What’s her spot?” Colin interrupts.

“I’m not telling you, asshole.”

“C’mon! If you strike out, I’ll swoop in, it’s science.”

Jake rolls his eyes, he knows his friends are joking, but they’re still dickheads. He opens his mouth, about to respond, but your door swings open. You appear, wearing a cute little dress and sneakers, “Sue is having relationship troubles, is Reed online?”

“Uh, no.”

“Is that her?” Bucky asks.

“Well, Reed is being a jerk so I’m going to meet up with Sue. We might go to the mall or something.”

Jake ignores the oohs from his friends as you turn around, pulling the white fabric of your dress around your ass.

“Can you see my panties?” You ask, and he shakes his head, “Okay, I’m just wearing a thong anyway.”

“Shit, ask her to send me a picture—”

Johnny’s words fade away as you sit on his lap, cupping his bearded chin in your hands. Then, lightly tugging the headband of his headset to bring him closer, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Similar to before, you slip your tongue in his mouth, moaning softly, his controller drops to the ground and his hands grip your hips tightly.

You lean back, blinking slowly, “Mhm, I’ll be back later, wait up for me so we can order dinner?”

Jake hums, pulling you closer for one last kiss. As you leave, slurping your slushie and blowing him a cute kiss, he wonders if all roommates and friends—whatever you were—do that too.

As exams come to a close, you have more free time, which means more time at home. Walking around half-dressed and smelling soft and creamy after each of your self-care nights. Just like tonight, after your relaxing spa session, you dress in one of Jake’s t-shirts.

Jake stiffens as you sit next to him, the cushion dipping with your weight. The smell of your soap and lotion distract him momentarily before he’s immersed in the game again. The volume of his headset is loud, but not loud enough to drown out your sigh.

You’re reclined back, head resting on the armrest as your hands drag along your exposed tummy. The softness of your flesh catches his eye, his fingers still for a few seconds before Colin is shouting at him, “Jensen, fucking move!”

His head snaps back to the television and he’s so absorbed into the game that he doesn’t peek at the object that lands in his lap. His skillful digits glide over the buttons, as the screen flashes quickly with gun firing and bright explosions. Other players are eliminated before his eyes, the rank of his squad climbing swiftly. As the round ends, he fist-pumps, cheering along with his friends as they recall their winning moves.

Bucky whoops, “Hell yeah, haven’t had a game that good in a while, boys.” They all start discussing the next round, Jake suggesting some strategies too. Pride fills his chest as Steve and Colin praise him—then he remembers the fabric in his lap.

The cotton is very familiar, mostly because he remembers you stuffing them into his hand before walking into the empty aisles of the campus library during one of your study sessions-turned-hook-up. For such a cute pair of panties, you sure loved taking them off.

Jake faces you, his blue eyes widening as your fingers press knuckle deep inside your pussy. Your gaze locked on his face as you massage your breast under the material of his shirt, a little whimper leaving your lips as you reach that little rough patch.

“—Jake was fucking standing out in the open like a dumbass!”

“Admiring the sky, Jensen?” Johnny laughs.

The man gulps, watching as your fingers pierce into your hole, stretching your tightness as your arousal spills out.

Pulling out, you spread your juices around your petals, wet noises filling the room, “Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.” You moan, raw bitten lips parted.

“It’s okay,” He breathes, feeling himself thicken in his shorts.

“What’s okay?”

“Nothing—I’ll be right back.” Jake shuts off his headset and pauses the game. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been doing this—but he knows you’re already close and he deeply regrets not glancing over earlier. It’s automatic as he reaches out, pushing his thumb into your mouth before bringing his hand to your cunt, applying pressure to your neglected nub.

“Daddy—ah!” You cover your mouth, thighs twitching as heat builds up in your belly. Jake quickly crawls between your legs and moves the mic, his lips latch onto your clit as he shoves your hand away.

Your fingers wrap around the headband of his headset and you use it to keep him close as your hips thrust up to meet his mouth. Nearly riding his face. Behind his slightly foggy glasses, his eyes are trained on you and your back arches as his tongue flicks against your clit, three of his thick fingers sliding deep inside you. Your wetness drips between his awaiting lips. Jake groans at your taste, using one hand to pull you closer as he feasts like a starved man.

“Fuck—you were just touching yourself next to me?” He growls, spitting sloppily on your pussy, slapping it for good measure. “Dirty girl, what was on your mind?”

“You—fuck, please don’t stop!” You whine, legs swinging over his broad shoulders and locking him in place. You were already on the brink and with him devouring your poor cunt, you can’t hold back. “I just—I was thinking about you.”

“Me? You’re a sweetheart.” Jake pins you down as your high hits, your juices squirting into his mouth and on his chin, he grinds into the couch, “That’s it, cum for daddy, baby, get me all messy.” He drinks you down greedily, watching you gasp and squeal. He slowly mouths against your core as your high bleeds into tiny shocks, dipping his tongue into your hole then, dragging the muscle up to your throbbing clit.

You squeal when he suckles the nub again, growling against you. He leans back and slips his fingers between your folds, strumming your clit and barely slipping inside your cunt, he does this until you try to push him away. After a final slap to your pussy, he pulls away and loudly sucks his soaked fingers.

Jake kisses from your thigh to your knee, “Are you okay?” He shifts, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable.

Still tingling from your orgasm, you hum softly. “Mhm, I love when my boyfriend makes me feel good.”

Jake’s heart stops in his chest, all the air escaping his lungs, “Boyfriend?”

You nod slowly, blinking at him. “Yeah, you’re my boyfriend.”

“I am?” Oh, He’s so cute when he’s confused, your heart gushes, but your mind is saying something much different. “I mean—I am, I am, duh.”

“Jake,” you sit up, his shirt falling to your thighs. He does the same, carefully watching you as you put a hand on the back of his neck, “Did you think I let just any guy have me? Nothing wrong with that, but did you think I was that kind of girl?”

The blond opens and closes his mouth several times, and you try to ignore your arousal on his face.

“I asked you to be my boyfriend in that present I gave you months ago. The little blue bag with the yellow ribbon?” You frown.

Jake goes pale, “I thought that was the present for the secret Santa with our friends.”

You slap a hand over your face, a heat blooming all over your body, “that’s why Ransom was staring at me all night—you dork, I put a nude polaroid and a pair of my panties in that bag!”

“I’m sorry! Holy fuck, holy fuck.” Jake repeats, whipping out his phone to text his friend—I need that present from Christmas ASAP.

“I thought you accepted, that’s why we fucked that night.”

He just took that night as another one of your friendly roommate hookups—but looking back, you did seem softer, more loving—he feels like an idiot.

“Hold on, let’s get one thing straight, I obviously want you, so much that I lose all brain cells whenever you’re around. I just, fuck, I didn’t know,” Jake fears his chances with you are diminishing by the second. “I-I was gaming when you told me.”

Narrowing your eyes as he cowers slightly, you sigh, he’s a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass.

“You and your gaming, you’re lucky I’ve been telling everyone we’re dating—it’d just be humiliating to tell them we’re done already.” You cradle his jaw, feeling the rough hair under your palms.

“You’ve told people? Oh, thank fuck.” His cheeks flush red, he tries to kiss you but you lean away. “Baby, let me kiss—”

“—Since you like gaming so much, you can keep playing, daddy.” You reach over and unmute the headset, hitting play on the controller before settling on your knees between his spread thighs.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

Jake blinks owlishly as you pull down his pants, after rubbing over the growing bulge that first made an appearance when you walked out in your underwear. Jake happens to also be quite gifted between his legs—he’s the biggest you’ve ever had. Heavy and full balls, his cock is long, girthy and veiny, with a fat red leaking tip, you can’t help but collect his seed on your tongue. Moaning softly at the taste.

“Jensen?” Jake hears Bucky’s voice over the sound of you spitting on your hand.

“Uh—fuck,” he groans, muscles tensing when your hand wraps firmly around his length, but he’s too thick for your fingers to meet. You smile up at him, wet lips stretched wide as you start moving your hand, dragging it up and down his thickness. “I’m here, I’m—good.”

“Uh, you sure, bro? You sound a little off.”

You spit on the head, licking from base to the tip before sucking it into your mouth. The heavy weight on your tongue makes you clench your sticky thighs. You could feel yourself dripping.

“Y-Yeah, let’s just fuck—fucking play.”

The familiar intro music plays in his ears, but he can still hear your sloppy noises as you drool on his length. His hips jerk, shoving himself further between your lips. You gag before relaxing your throat, allowing him to slowly fuck your mouth, saliva escaping from the corners of your lips with each motion. Your watery eyes meet his, pleading for more, you loved when he took control.

Colin’s voice draws his attention to the television again, his fingers moving over the controller mechanically. His hips slow to a stop, and his chest rises with each breath, his quiet grunts get picked up by the microphone.

“Shit,” he groans as you suck one of his balls in your mouth, massaging the other. His eyes almost flutter shut.

“Yeah, these guys are assholes—Steve, take this ammo.”

“Mhm, I love your cock, daddy,” your voice is quiet, slightly silenced by his sack. Pulling away, you bring the tip back to your mouth, massaging his balls with your free hand.

Jake sighs, resting his controller on your head, using it to pull you closer, his thighs tense as his tip hits the back of your throat. He starts thrusting again, fucking your mouth gently, “That’s it—take it.”

Steve laughs, “Yeah, I’m trying to get to him, Jensen.”

Your vision blurs as his fat girth stretches your lips. Taking everything he has to offer—more of his thick and lengthy cock all the way down, until his trimmed pubic hair touches your nose. He keeps you there, soaking in the warmth of your mouth, then releasing you. Popping off lewdly, a string of saliva connects his red leaky tip to your lips.

You lick up the veins, kissing messily. “Tastes so good, I want you in the back of my throat.”

Your wetness drips down your thighs as he firmly locks his controller behind your head again. This time, he isn’t as gentle. Giving you what you asked for—hitting the back of your throat and sinfully choking you on his shaft. Delicate tears slip from your eyes, a stark difference to the roughness of his motions. It’s undeniably loud and slobbery, you wonder if the rest of the men could hear everything—you hope so.

He uses you, gaze flickering between your flushed face and the television. He switches between a slow pace and a faster one, letting you thoroughly taste his cock and mark him with your drool.

“Good gir—game, good game, guys.” Jake fumbles, pursing his lips when you cradle his balls in your hand, while the other braces against his thigh, your nails digging in as he fucks your throat.

“We aren’t done yet—Johnny, what the fuck was that!” Bucky exclaims.

“I don’t know—Jake, where the hell are you?”

“P-Please give me your cum—” You’re cut off by Jake shoving himself into your mouth again, hips rising off the couch with every pump and he forces you to meet his thrusts. His balls dully slap against your chin, your muffled cries are far better than the gunshots and explosions going off in the game. His abs clench, a stream of pleasure flowing through his body and taking over.

“Fuck,” He groans. Your head bobbing up and down, as he marvels at the drippy mess your face is. “I’m—”

“—Ah, fuck! I’m down!”

“—Coming!” Jake’s jaw falls slack, a low groan rumbling his chest as he fills your mouth to the brim. His seed splashes along the inside of your mouth and coats your tongue, so much that you’re practically choking on it. He knows this and pulls you off so the last streaks land on your face, filthily marking you.

You hum and swallow every bit of his cum, opening your mouth to show him. He tiredly smiles down at you, sitting pretty and wreaked on your knees, your cheeks and chin painted with his seed, the game long-forgotten.

“—and I’m fucking dead! Jensen, where the hell were you!”

The television flashes with defeat, the team letting out various groans of frustration as the screen turns black.

“He said he was coming.”

“Well, he lied and I died—thanks a fucking lot, Jensen.” Johnny huffs.

“Shut up,” Jake heaves, eyes dark as you swipe the globs of cum from your face. You giggle, sucking his seed from your fingers, keeping sultry eye contact. “I still got us to the checkpoint, while you fucked around.”

“Did you just run a mile? Why do you sound like that?”

You lay your head on his thigh, “hi, boys! Are Steve and Bucky there too?”

Jake shuts his eyes as the oohs flow in.

“And he said I fuck around—dude was getting railed.”

You have to strain your ears to hear that reply, but it’s worth it. After you crawl into Jake’s lap, you turn the microphone towards your mouth.

“He actually just fucked—or railed—my throat,” your voice cracks, “so, while you were costing the whole squad the game and being a dick, Storm, my boyfriend was making sure I knew who I belonged to by choking me on his big dick.”

Jake, still red-cheeked and a little sweaty, just stares at you. Wide blue eyes glued to yours as a quiet “damn” filters through his headset.

“Wait, boyfriend?”

Finally, he grins and flips you over so you're under him. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“We’re in the middle of a game—”

The connection cuts when his headset switches off, it clatters on the coffee table along with the controller as he settles between your thighs. His fingers rub between your bare folds, smearing your sticky juices.

Jake smirks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Remember how good nine felt? How about we try for ten, baby?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I love the ‘we’re dating but you don’t even notice’ trope, and it fits Jake perfectly in my opinion. I love him, hehe. I hope you enjoyed this !

As always, I’m open for your thoughts/feedback.

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

Perfect ending to an amazing story! Love it Cait!

the boston brute series: epilogue - pt. 2

The Boston Brute Series: Epilogue - Pt. 2

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

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

W/C: 1.2k

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

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pretty close to your due date actually. 

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

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

Things were changing. 

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

Everything had come full circle. 

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

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

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

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

“When is your last day?” 

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

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

This was it. 

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

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

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

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

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

Every night your routine was the same. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good, a little swollen today actually—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the boston brute series: pt. 14 - is this enough for you?

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 14 - Is This Enough For You?

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. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Mention of smut, but nothing like graphic (still 18+ only). Communication issues. Fluff. Brief mention of the reader not eating/losing appetite. 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: 7.2k

A/N: you guys. i was not ready for this series to end. the amount of support and love i’ve gotten in the past few months has been mindblowing and while this series is over, i have a lot of great fics coming your way! And a 2 part epilogue for this series coming soon. Thank you so much for following along with this series, i love you guys to the ends of the earth and back. 

Additionally, i would be remiss if i didn’t give a shout out to the two people who have constantly been there to bounce ideas off of and have provided the best support. @blizzspeaks and @tis-thedamn-season. I don’t tell you guys enough, but i love you forever and always ♥️

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: What are you wearing?

You snorted out a laugh, bringing the crumpled-up tissue in your hand up to wipe your nose. Ever since your move, Chris has the tendency to text you the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

A suggestive text while you were still at work, some sarcastic remark, or a poor excuse of a joke while you were in a meeting. If you were in Boston, the texts would’ve come through while you were home after work, but given the 3 hour time difference, Chris was home for the night while you were still stretching and handing out ice packs to sweaty men. 

Tonight it wasn’t an inappropriate text for your location, per se, you were laying in bed after all. But the tearstained pillowcases and a small mountain of crumpled-up tissues on your bed didn’t exactly have you in the best mood for a ‘what are you wearing’ text.

Your face was puffy, your nose somehow stuffed up and runny at the same time, the reality of being across the country from the only family you’ve ever really had was weighing heavy on your chest tonight and as soon as you got home from the game, you threw on a pair of Chris’s sweats. You set a timer and gave yourself one hour to sulk, cry, and be angry at the world, and then you would suck it up, shower, and call Chris. 

It’d been two weeks since you made your move to Los Angeles and started your job with the LA Kings and Chris kept promising that would get easier, but you weren’t finding that to be the case. 

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gimme an M, gimme a U (4/?)

Pairings: Yenzy (Jensen) x itty bitty (platonic) and Hockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader (Levs x itty bitty)

Warnings: explicit language, physical violence- minor and not in detail (male towards male) excessive legal age drinking, heartache, angst, idiots in love and ruining it, bonehead Levs, MU team, itty bitty acting out of character, explicit sexual content implied- possibly a little dub con-ish depending on how you look at it, size kink- itty bitty is short and it’s making all the boys feral (must be 18+)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

I know she’s not here anymore but a thank you to my sweet friend Siri for reading though this and spitballing ideas with me ❤️

Levs (Ari) x itty bitty: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

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"He's freaking out, y/n... can you at least let him know you're OK?" Yenzy sighed, tapping the pencil on his notebook as he swiveled in his desk chair. He took his glasses off and rubbed at his tired eyes before replacing them.

It had been nearly a week since you left Ari at the arena and ever since the boys won, Ari had been calling you non-stop. Your mailbox was full and he had even accosted your roommate, drunk and begging for your whereabouts.

You had left- not even telling your roommate where you planned on going. You didn't have a plan. You just needed a place where he wouldn't find you. And he would never think to look for you... here.

"How 'bout an I'm OK, now fuck off text?" Yenzy smirked.

"No" you snorted stubbornly, "he can eat shit" you double hiccuped and then giggled.

Yenzy heard a muffled male voice in the background of wherever you were, you pulled the phone away and held it to your chest as you spoke to the unidentified male, Yenzy only hearing bits and pieces of a garbled conversation.

"Hey, bit..." Yenzy called into the phone.

"You're dumb... it's not a catchphrase..." you scoffed, bringing the phone back to your ear, "anyone can say that..." you said, addressing the male voice.

"Bitty..." Jake tried again, louder this time.

"Yuck..." your hiccuped was a squeak, "don't call me that... I hate it... I hate that stupid nickname... who cares if I'm short? He's a big dumb giant" you harrumphed.

"How much have you had to drink?" Yenzy asked, concern laced his tone.

"Dunno" you sighed into the phone with a shrug, "but I need a refill..." you sang out to no one in particular.

"Are you at least being safe?" Yenzy asked with a heavy exhale, "where are you?"

"I'm fine" you assured, "I just need to not feel for awhile, Yenz" you dropped your voice so only Yenzy could hear you, "and I'm not telling you... cause then you'll tell him and he'll come find me... and I'm not... ready" your voice was growing watery again as you thoughts drifted back to Ari.

You couldn't think of him for too long- you wouldn't let yourself- or it would start the spiral of devastation all over again. He had been your everything for the past two years and you were his... nothing.

Why did it take you so damn long to realize that? You felt like a joke.

You were nothing but a good time for him. A stop  in between his revolving door of partners. Maybe he had been sleeping with others all along- even when he said he was waiting to score with you.

You felt like you were going to be sick. Clearing your throat as you wiped the tears with the back of your borrowed sweater.

"Y/N..." Yenzy blew out another exhale -completely over being in the middle of all of this- he had clearly been trying to get your attention as you were lost in thought, "just be careful, please? And call me if you need anything... I won't tell him if you don't want me..." but Jensen's words were cut short when there was a loud commotion on his end of the phone.

"What the hell?" Yenzy huffed when his bedroom door flung open with a force that rattled the house.

"Is that bit? Where is she? Gimme the phone" Levs' demanded as he rushed across the room.

Ari looked disheveled; bloodshot eyes, hair tossled from racking his hands through it one too many times and he smelled like booze.

"Levs... she doesn't want to tal..." Yenzy started before Levs yanked the phone from the goalie's hand.

"Bit?" Levs tried to keep his voice even but it trembled. The line was dead.

"Fuck" Levs yelled, nearly cracking Yenzy's phone when he closed his fist around it with a snarl. His face flushed pink as he seethed down at his teammate.

"Why didn't you tell me she was talking to you?" Levs barked, "I've been trying to get a hold of her for days..."

"Jesus, man... get a grip" Yenzy said, standing and maneuvering around Levs as he tried to leave his room, "she doesn't want to talk to you."

"Get a grip?" Levs spun around, "she's my... my..."

"Your what, man?" Yenzy goaded, "you're a mess 'cause she left and you still can't fucking admit what she is to you..."

"Fuck you, Jensen" Levs growled.

"That's it... keep deflecting..." Yenzy scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"SHE'S MY FUCKING EVERYTHING" Levs yelled in a drunken rage as he threw Yenzy's phone to the floor.

Yenzy's jaw ticked, his fists clenched at his sides- he moved to pick his phone up, but Ari took an aggressive step towards the goalie, boxing him in against his bookcase.

"Then why don't you fucking tell her that?" Yenzy shot back, matching Levs' volume but not his bite.

"Watch it" Levs' anger was barely contained, boiling just under the surface.

"You've been stringing y/n along for how many years now?" Yenzy asked, "she's gone, pal..."

"I'm not your fucking pal" Levs loomed over Jensen with about 4 extra inches.

"She's too good for you" Jensen scoffed under his breath, standing his ground.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Levs growled.

"You heard me" Yenzy said, glaring at the brute.

Cappy, Sam and some of the other boys had made their way to the bedroom hallway from downstairs after hearing the yelling.

"She's too good for me, 'cause what?" Levs snorted harshly, "you wanna fuck her, Yenzy?"

"You're drunk" Yenzy glared at him.

"And you wanna fuck my girl" Levs countered.

"No... y/n and I are just friends... became friends the last time you were a massive dick to her in fact" Yenzy said, bluntly.

"What the hell does that mean?" Levs snarled.

"When you went home for the summer and hooked up with an ex..." Yenzy continued, "y/n found out... she saw it all... some video on TikTok or something."

"What?" Levs asked, "how? She never told me that..."

"Because she was humiliated..." Yenzy scoffed, "she had just told you she had feelings for you and you go and fuck some other girl?"

"I never fucked her..." Levs growled, taking Yenzy's shirt in his fists and yanking him close.

"Hey" Cappy yelled, getting in Levs' face, "walk it off, Levs" he said as Sam and Johnny rushed in, each grabbing a shoulder of the Canadian powerhouse.

Levs easily shook off his teammates' holds, glowering down at his goalie just as Yenzy's phone buzzed to life. Levs glared at Jensen, shoving him one last time before letting go of his rumbled t-shirt.

"If this is fucking broken..." Yenzy threatened as he bent down, picking up the phone and answering it when he saw your picture flash across the screen.

"Yenzy, is he still there?" you asked, your voice was steady, but inside you were trembling.

"Yes" Yenzy snarled, glaring at Levs who had backed off but still looked menacing in his current state of beast mode.

"Give him the phone" you instructed.

"You sure?" Yenzy asked.

"Please, Jake..." you blew out a heavy exhale.

Jensen sighed, reluctantly offering Levs the phone as he shook his head, throwing his hands in the air as if he were washing himself clean of the whole damn thing. Yenzy turned, storming out of his bedroom with a curse.

"Bit?" Levs asked, turning his back on his teammates as they also decided to leave the room.

"Stop calling me" you snapped.

"What? Bit, please..." Ari's voice was pained as he paced the small space, "I'm so sorry... I..."

"And leave my roommate and Yenzy alone. I'm not even at my place and I'm not coming back... They don't have anything to do with this..." you continued, ignoring his pleas.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"That's none of your concern anymore" you said.

"Bit... I scored... I scored" he slurred, "just come home, baby... please?" Ari begged, his voice watery now. You could tell he was drunk.

"Oh, that's great" your sarcasm was thick, "have fun with Kimmie..."

"What?" he snorted, "no, bit... it's you... it's only you... I scored for you..." Ari paused his pacing to emphasize every word.

"I don't care" you spat, "none of it matters... it never mattered, Levs..."

"Bit... don't say that..." but Ari's words were choked off with emotion, "don't do this to us, baby..."

"You did this... you did this to us" your tone was surprisingly calm, "you fucking did this to us... I was right there the whole fucking time and it never mattered."

"That's not true, bit" Ari's voice cracked again as he fought back the tears.

"Stop fucking calling me bit" you screamed into the phone, "I'm not your bit... I'm not your fucking anything..."

The phone went dead as Levs sank down on Yenzy's bed with a sob.

You stared at the phone for a long minute, eyes prickling with tears. The sound of someone clearing their throat startled you back to the present.

"Good girl" Ransom goaded, walking back into his bedroom and handing you an imported beer. You'd been getting drunk off this fancy shit ever since you showed up on his doorstep that night.

"Shut up" you whined, "I don't even know why we’re doing this... he's never gonna care..." you wiped a tear with the back of your hand.

"A guy like Levinson? Thinking he missed out on that tight little snatch? He's gonna fucking care" Ransom hissed, tossing you a jersey as he sat opposite you in his expensive oversized Italian leather chair.

"You're gross" you cringed, "why did I get drunk and tell you everything?"

"Cause I'm a good listener" Ransom snorted, not even believing himself.

"Are you just being nice to me so you can get in my pants?" you wondered out loud.

"Think that's been pretty clear from the start, little bitty kitty..." Ransom smirked.

"Ew! Don't call me that" you hiccuped.

"Why?" Ransom's eyes twinkled with delight, "she's obviously little, Ransom leaned forward, taking handful's of your soft curves and yanking you to the edge of his bed. You gasped, almost spilling your beer before squirming out of his hold as he frowned. Ransom leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated eye roll.

Trying to ignore the tension building in the room, you set the beer bottle on his bedside table and grabbed the jersey he had thrown at you.

"I'm not wearing this..." you frowned, holding up Ransom's MU knit. Even their jersey's were menacing.

"Sure you are... to the game with those assholes and Coach Barber" Ransom hummed, before standing up again and grabbing his giant hockey duffle from his bedroom floor, "Levinson will go balistic... and you want him off your back, right?"

You blew out a heavy sigh, but remained silent.

"Y/N... I'm not running a fucking bed-and-breakfast here..." Ransom narrowed his eyes at you, "and I'm not a nice guy... figure your shit out with that goon or wear the jersey..."

"It's not that easy, Ransom... I..." you started, but Ransom cut you off.

"Look... I don't give a shit what you do... but after we win tonight, I'm fucking whatever cunt ends up in my bed - even if that's your pretty little kitty... bet you're so fucking tight... and that it's been way too long... you're just begging to be stretched by a fat cock, huh?" his eyes darkened, staring at you hungrily.

You chirped, opening your mouth to protest, but your throat had gone completely dry.

"Wear it" he pressed, a satisfied smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he turned on the spot, leaving his room without another word.

A bad feeling sat heavy in your gut as you watched him go. Following through with some half-baked plan that you schemed up while drunk with Ransom last night- now suddenly sounded like the worst idea ever.

You stood, holding up Ransom’s jersey before deciding better of it and draping it over the back of his leather chair. You quickly tugged his sweater over your head and proceeded to hang it neatly next to his MU away uniform.

You left Ransom's room, in a pair jeans and a tank top, making your way through the house- on a mission.

It wasn’t long before you found another jersey, hanging from a rack near the kitchen. Taking that one off the hook, you held it up, admiring the quality red white and blue stiching. Your fingers traced the "Tucker" across the back. Lance boasting, just last night, that he was the only one from MU that had ever been invited to play for Team USA at the Olympics. They took gold that year- Lance had the tattoo to prove it.

You shook your head, hanging the jersey back up on its hook. That one wasn't going to cut it either.

Making your way through the kitchen to the other side of the house you stopped right outside his room. You felt like a modern day Goldilocks, not necessarily in looks, but in determination to find a jersey that was just right.

In a moment of panic, you faltered. Could you really be this mean? Did you want to be this mean? Levs had hurt you. Shattered your heart into a million pieces and you were ready for him to feel some of that heartache.

As you stood there, agonizing over everything that had happened in the last two years to lead up to this moment, the bedroom door in front of you swung open.

"Why hello there, dewdrop" his unconventional choice in facial hair made him look at least 5 years older than all the other players on MU as he glanced down at you with, mischief in his eyes,  "what can I do for you?"

His words and tone were deceivingly sweet, but you knew he was anything but kind. And he was exactly what you needed to get Ari off your back.

"You mind if I borrow your away jersey tonight?" you chirped before you lost your nerve.

"Thought you'd be wearing Drysdale's'?" his lip curled into a sickening sneer. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but he made your skin crawl.

"No" you said, crossing your arms over your chest as his gaze bore through your thin cotton tank top until you felt exposed.

"An' what do I get in return?" he smirked, leaning in his doorway, his larger than life frame taking up as much space as possible. Could he possibly be taller than Levs?

"I... um..." nervous laughter bubbled up your throat as your arms fell to your sides.

"Don't worry, sweetheart..." he smirked, smoothing his hand over his facial hair, "sure we can work something out..." he turned, disappearing into his room and returning a few seconds later with a dark MU jersey.

He licked his lips before extending the jersey to you, but instead of letting it go when you took it, he yanked you forward, crashing you into his hard chest with a growl as he wrapped a thick arm around your waist.

"Been dying to get a taste of that sweet nectar, dewdrop..." he whispered hot in your ear, "gotta see if that tight little honeypot lives up to all the hype... I got a feeling both holes are just achin’ to be stuffed."

All you could do was whine as you braced your hands against his broad chest. He let you and the jersey go with a snicker, humming to himself as he left you there alone, his jersey in hand.

You stood, frozen on the spot, until you knew he was gone, leaving for the MU arena to get ready for the game tonight. You blow out an exhale, holding the jersey up to read the big block lettering across the back.

"Hansen" you said aloud to yourself. A shiver snaking up your spine. This was a very bad idea.

A/N: so I’m going to post this and run 🫣 I don’t want to know if you hate it 😓🤐

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the boston brute series drabble: promise?

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Promise?

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Language, I think. Some fluff. Nothing too crazy!

W/C: 724

A/N: just a little something something as i write part 14! not the best thing i’ve ever written but that’s life hahaha

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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You rolled over to face Chris, the sheets of his bed, cold against your bare skin. “That’s the first time you ever saw me?!” Your mouth dropped open while Chris chuckled, his arm sneaking under you to pull you closer. 

He shrugged. “I mean, are you really that surprised? You guys were together for like… ever.” 

Chris had just revealed to you that the first time he’d ever laid eyes on you, was an Instagram post from fucking Dean. And you knew precisely what post he was talking about. 

Dean had just won the Stanley Cup and it was his turn to have the cup for the day. All he wanted to do was take a picture of you on his lap while he ate Lucky Charms out of the bowl. You fought him on it for hours because you had also just found out that he’d cheated on you. 

Your bag was packed. You were going to leave. But he begged and begged until your resolve finally cracked and you agreed to one picture because at this point, taking the damn picture would probably get you away from him faster. 

He claimed his mother wanted it, but you should’ve known that wasn’t the case. His mother couldn’t stand you. You didn’t come from money, so in her eyes, you weren’t fit for her son. 

But you sat on his lap and plastered on a fake smile and let the picture be taken. 

20 minutes later while Dean shotgunned beers in the backyard with his douchebag friends, you were loading your bags into Marlowe’s car and never looked back. 

Thank god.

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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (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. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. 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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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (sneak peek)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 13 - Bye, Princess (Sneak Peek)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

A/N: I just finished pt 13, my brain is fried. that is all. this sneak peek and part are VERY angsty.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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He sat on the edge of your bed, looking over at you as you cried. “Don’t do this.”

A sob burst through your mouth as you pulled your knees up to your chest. Why did he have to know you so well?

Chris turned to face you, worry lines etched into his forehead and you longed to run your thumb over them. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes and staring at the comforter on your bed. “Maybe we were stupid to think it could ever work,” you whispered.

He scrubbed a hand over his beard, “You don’t mean that.”

“Chris… Maybe it’s just… Not in the cards.” Every word that came out of your mouth was like a knife to the heart.

He stood, pacing the floor by the foot of your bed. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.” He said again, his voice stern. Chris came over, kneeling by your bed, his blue eyes glossy with tears. “Look at me.”

You shook your head, your eyes filling with tears. “Chris…”

“Look at me, Y/N.”

After taking a deep breath, you turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll go. If it’s what you want, I’ll walk away right now. You look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me you don’t love me and you don’t want to make it work, I’ll leave. But you have to look me in the eyes and tell me this, Y/N.”

Also when you do a signing I’ll be one of the first in like to get it 🤩🥰🤩

Wait, hold on you’ve written like 99k words for this fic. Bestie that’s a whole book!!! Thank you so much for sharing TBB with us. Petition for you to publish it in book form with an alternate ending… or, OR! You could not post the ending (last one or two parts) and then just have us wait for the book to come out. 👀

I would LOVE to turn this into a book, honestly. But i think people would come for my head if i waited until it was a book to post the ending 😂

The air that filled your office space thickened and you found it harder and harder to breath as Terry’s and Rick’s stares burned through your very skin. Chris was sitting in a chair next to your desk with his back turned to you and his face hidden under his Bruins cap.

“Y/N, please, take a seat.“ Rick urged and you obliged.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. Theories roamed inside your mind but none of them could even prepare you to what was going to happen next.

”I‘m sorry you had to find out about this, Y/N, this way. We waited for Chris to tell you himself but...”

Terry looked at Chris sternly. The latter stayed unfaltering in his seat.

“Chris, please, don’t make this harder than it already is for Y/N. Just show her!.”

”Show me what?” You screamed in complete panic and terror.

Chris stood up from his chair, took his cap off and laid his fingers on the edge of his chin. You kept shaking your head unable to fathom what he could possible be doing.

Chris then proceeded to lift his facemask off and reveal his true identity!

IT WAS FUCKING FLYNN RIDER! CHRIS FUCKING EVANS WAS FLYNN RIDER ALL ALONG!

No wonder he kept calling you princess and knew so much about Disney!

You were shook to your core and on the verge of dying from laughing your ass off loooool bestie this one is for that stupid anon and all those who question ur method! This is a safe space for shenanigans LEAVE US BE HATERS!

STOP

LMFAO

I'M FUCKING DEAD

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

i love you guys lmfao

I just made the most unattractive cackling noise known to man hahahahaha

DUN DUN DUN……..Cliffhanger!

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 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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I just need everyone to know that @blizzspeaks is a QUEEN and amazing person. That is all.

PS: go read her work!!!!

the boston brute series: pt. 11 - good boyfriend moment (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 11 - Good Boyfriend Moment (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. Reader being insecure about looks, bringing up past issues with ex-boyfriends. SMUT (fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Lot’s 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: 6.4k

A/N:  fucking. swoon. SWOON. that is all.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Chris POV

Chris: Are you trying to kill me?

He sent the text with a smile on his face, watching you as you stood at the bar, your elbows propped up and your chin resting on your hands. You were so fucking cute. 

You were a lot of things. Funny. Sexy. Charismatic. Sarcastic. But the one he loved the most, was cute. You were so fucking cute. 

Your legs were crossed at the ankles, ass sticking out just enough like you knew he would be watching. He hated that he couldn’t be affectionate with you in public. After all of these years of never wanting to be affectionate with anyone he’s ”dated”, he craved that level of intimacy with you and it drove him crazy that he couldn’t have it. 

He spent plenty of time making up for it in other ways and was honestly surprised that you weren’t tired of constantly feeling his hands all over your body, but Chris couldn’t stop himself. He was the moth to your flame. 

He had resisted the pull he felt to you at first, thinking it was just physical attraction and nothing more. For the entire 40 years that he has been on this planet, Chris never believed in soulmates or everyone having just one person that was made for him, but after you… He knew he’d been wrong. 

You were his soulmate. In every way shape and form, you were meant for him. He could feel it. 

He found himself wanting to say ‘I love you’ more and more often, but it just never felt perfect. The timing never seemed right. Chris had thought about saving it for when he took you home to Sudbury, but that was a little under a month away and it felt silly. If he knew, he knew. Why wait? 

But then he looked up at you again, watching as you pulled your phone from your pocket and read the message he’d sent to you, a slow grin spreading across your face. You were perfect. Therefore saying ‘I love you’ also needed to be in the perfect place. 

Your eyes found his, shaking your head slightly before you typed back a message.  

You: I’m literally wearing a turtleneck and jeans.

Chris: Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like in those jeans.

Chris: Put your drink on my tab.

Tonight, despite coming off of a loss last night, the team was out at their usual spot blowing off some steam in the VIP lounge at The Grand. He hadn’t originally planned on going, but then Connor invited Marlowe and Marlowe invited you, and you were not going to some bar with a bunch of drunk idiots without Chris around. 

It wasn’t an insecurity thing, it was a protectiveness thing. His mind kept going back to the night that he’d taken the 3 of you to your house and how Lance almost dragged you out of here. He didn’t want to imagine what might’ve unfolded had he not been watching… Chris forced himself to stop thinking about it because Dean wasn’t here. Lance wasn’t here. Only you. And you were his. 

Even though Layne insisted that no one would actually rat on the two of you if you were caught, Chris didn’t want to risk it. So for the past hour, you’ve been stealing playful glances and teasing smiles, both of you anxious to get back to Chris’s apartment. 

You: Don’t have to tell me twice, Mr. Sixty-Five Grand. 

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

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

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. A toxic ex-boyfriend is involved in this part. Reader being insecure about looks. SMUT (voyeurism, fingering, unprotected, kind of rough sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has a lot of fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 12.8k (LIKE DID I READ THAT CORRECTLY JESUS CHRIST)

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

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the boston brute series: kind of drabble

The Boston Brute Series Drabble (kind of lol) 

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Series Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

A/N: Texts between the reader, Chris, and Marlowe while she’s sick and Chris is gone for an away game. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Your texts with Chris when you’re sick and he’s away. 

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the boston brute series: part 9 (baby steps be damned)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 9 - Baby Steps Be Damned

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. SMUT (fingering, oral - fem receiving. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 6.6k

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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Sitting on your designated stool in the corner, your leg bounced rapidly as the game played out in front of you. It was the 3rd period, tied at 2 with the LA Kings.

You have loved hockey for a long time, but even when you were with Dean, the games still didn’t feel this intense. It was so obvious that Chris loved what he did and his love for the game had you hooked. It also didn’t hurt that he looked so damn good while he was doing it. The way that he moved on the ice was mesmerizing, especially because you knew what each of those muscles looked like when they were bare and flexed.

Luckily, no one had gotten injured or needed anything from you today, so you were able to focus on what was happening and it was getting close to going into overtime. There were only 7 minutes left in the game and of course, Chris picked a fight.

You cringed as the other player’s fist swung towards Chris’s face, a hard punch landing on his cheek before he started firing back. This was the one thing you hated. Obviously, they let the players fight for a reason, but it always seemed to be Chris throwing the punches and you hated it.

They hit the ground hard and the crowd rose to their feet, fists pounding against the plexiglass. Chris was pulled off of the other player, whatever they were yelling at each other was drowned out by the roar of the crowd as he was escorted quickly to one of the penalty boxes. He turned to sit on the bench and your rolled your eyes. His cheek was bleeding.

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@time-for-a-lullaby , let me at them! You are one of the most down to earth likeable people ever!

Like i said if we can find them, we can toss them over the river on the east side!

okay i know i shouldn’t engage

i know i shouldn’t 

but i really wanna know, because i’m usually a pretty likeable person so if you don’t like me… i feel like it’s a you problem and not a me problem… 

so please tell me hahahaha

to the people who constantly send me hate and tell me that i’m garbage and my ideas are gross and shit and that you hate me…

why? like do you genuinely not like me for a good reason or are you just trolling around hahaha 

like i just want one valid reason why you don’t like me hahaha because i don’t think i’ve done anything for people to genuinely not like me.

the boston brute series drabble: unchained melody

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Unchained Melody 

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

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

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

Link To Song: Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

W/C: 707

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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

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

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

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

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

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arranged series drabble: everything we’ve always wanted

Arranged Series Drabble: Everything We’ve Always Wanted

Pairing: mafia!chris evans x pregnant!reader

               mafia!seb stan x ofc!lydia ricci

Warnings: not proofread. i think just language and pregnancy mentioned. pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness).

W/C: 1.6k

A/N: SCREW IT. I’M POSTING IT NOW. Thank you guys for loving this series so much.

Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone this time, sorry) 

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“Tutto bene, cara?” (are you okay, dear/darling?)

You looked up from your place on the bathroom floor, the cool tile providing a little comfort from the queasiness you were feeling. “I’m okay.” 

Still, Chris’s concern didn’t waver. 

“I can stay home.” 

“No, I’m okay. Promise. Just a little morning sickness.” You stood, grabbing a tissue to wipe your mouth while looking at Chris appreciatively, his hand extended with your toothbrush. 

You thought that since you were almost in the second trimester, the morning sickness would’ve eased up by now, but your doctor informed you it was normal for your symptoms to amplify with multiples. 

Fucking twins. Twins. 

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Long awaited chapter 8 does not disappoint!

Although I wonder about the other parts of where the story would of taken us!

the boston brute series: pt. 8 (baby steps, DUAL POV)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 8 - Baby Steps (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 is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.)  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!

A/N: I finished this like 2 minutes ago lmao please expect grammatical errors also, shout out to @blizzspeaks​ and @tis-thedamn-season​ for letting me bounce ideas off of you constantly hahaha i love and appreciate you more than you know!

W/C: 7.1k

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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“Hey, you.” You smiled softly as Chris walked through your office door, pushing it shut behind him. His hair was damp from his shower, styled back and out of his face with the exception of one strand that fell down the center of his forehead, curling slightly. 

He let his duffle bag hit the floor with a thud. “Hey.” He responded, mirroring the same nervous smile. Your eyes moved slowly around his face, memorizing his features. His smile was your favorite. Chris had only blessed you with an actual, genuine smile a couple of times and now that you guys have decided to give your relationship a shot, you longed to see it more. 

“Need stretched?” You inquired, standing from your desk and raising your eyebrow playfully. He didn’t. You knew that he was just coming to say bye and walk you to your car. It’d only been 3 days since you guys started officially dating and you were loving that you’d kind of already fallen into a routine.

Chris shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind having your hands on me.” 

“Ha.” You rolled your eyes, walking around your desk and leaning your butt against the edge. He sauntered towards you, stopping just before he reached you. 

“Everyone else cleared out.” 

Your smile widened at the obvious statement. This was Chris you were dealing with, after all. “I figured.” Even on days when he just had practice, he was still the last one out of the locker room. It made you giddy inside thinking that you were part of the reason for that now. 

He closed the distance between you, reaching up to cup your cheek. “How was your day, princess?”

Leaning into his hand slightly, your eyes met his as you thought back to the first time he’d called you that. You couldn’t stand it. Now, it makes your heart skip a beat. “Uneventful. Yours?” 

“Uneventful,” Chris responded quietly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your gaze again. 

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you, but Chris had been very adamant about following your baby steps rule. Annoyingly so. 

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This chapter @time-for-a-lullaby has all the feelings! You hit it out of the park! Or technically made a goal with this chapter!!!

the boston brute series: pt. 7 (maleficent)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 7 - Maleficent

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is mentioned in this one, too. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Mentions of violence. I did write something about the reader not eating very well due to stress. 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!

A/N: I finished this like 2 minutes ago lmao please expect grammatical errors also, shout out to @blizzspeaks​ and @tis-thedamn-season​ for letting me bounce ideas off of you constantly hahaha i love and appreciate you more than you know!

W/C: 7.7k

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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Monday:

It’s been 2 weeks. 

2 weeks since you walked out of Chris’s hotel room, his soft plea echoed through your mind constantly. For 14 days, you’ve heard Chris in your head telling you not to give up on him. You weren’t sleeping well, your appetite was nonexistent. You were taking this harder than your breakup with Dean. 

Thankfully, 2 weeks is also the recommended recovery time for concussions. So while you were traveling with the team for the majority of the 14 days, Chris was home and recovering and you didn’t have to face him every single day. 

Unfortunately, Connor was traveling with the team after being cleared to play. So every day, you were asked with a sad smile how you were feeling and what he could do to help. While you did appreciate it on some level, it was also starting to drive you crazy. 

Which is exactly what got you to where you were now. 

You’d gotten home late last night and promised yourself that the second you landed in Boston, you wouldn’t let Chris bring you down anymore. 

So here you were at 6:30 on a Monday morning, standing in front of your full-length mirror in workout clothes, getting ready to go on a run. It was the first week in October, so you paired your workout leggings with a Bruins dri-fit quarter zip to keep warm, then threw on a pair of tennis shoes, grabbed your phone and AirPods, and headed downstairs. 

Running has always been your favorite way to clear your head. After your break up with Dean, you ran 3 days a week for almost a year. Rain, sleet, snow, heat, or freezing cold. Concentrating on not passing out while you gasp for breath did a pretty good job at distracting you from your thoughts of asshole men who didn’t deserve you. 

You trotted down the stairs, rolling your eyes when you saw Connor standing in the kitchen shirtless. “Jesus, do you live here now?” 

He smirked, standing up from his bent-over position in the fridge and drinking OJ straight out of the container. 

“Gah! Connor!” You walked over and snatched the carton from him. “You’re disgusting.” 

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the boston brute series: pt. 6 (don’t give up on me)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 6 - Don’t Give Up On Me

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is mentioned in this one, too. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Mentions of violence, Chris being hit. The reader is cornered and made uncomfortable by someone in her hotel room. Forced Proximity with 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!

A/N: all I can say is… emotional damage…

W/C: 9.8k

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*

Thursday Night:

“Bro, what the fuck?!” Connor yelled after Chris, jogging to catch up with him after you’d quite literally shoved him out of your house. His track record for leaving your house peacefully wasn’t looking good. 

Chris didn’t blame you, though. He deserved it. 

But he saw the look on your face when he told you you were beautiful and he panicked. He had been honest with you, though. Chris thought about you constantly. All-day, every day. His thoughts revolved around you, which scared the living fuck out of him. It’s the whole reason he’d kept his distance this week. The two of you didn’t really even know each other that well and the way he felt about you, the protectiveness and the want, scared him. 

It was no secret that he’s gotten around. He’s hooked up with his fair share of women, some more than once. But he’s never felt this desperate for someone before. 

He’s never ached to touch someone like he ached to hold you. 

No one’s smile has even made his stomach flip like yours does. 

It was confusing for him. 

He’d never had an example of what love or healthy relationships should look like and even though he craved that with you, he knew he could never have it. He didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve a relationship that would be doomed from the start. You deserve someone who could treat you like you were meant to be treated. Someone who worshipped you. Not that Chris wouldn’t, per se, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how deeply he could fall, he knew that he would always do something to fuck it up.

“Chris, bro. Stop!” Connor reached out, grabbing Chris’s bicep and pulling him to a stop. “What the fuck happened?”

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the boston brute series: pt. 6 (don’t give up on me) - sneak peek

The Boston Brute: Pt. 6 - Don’t Give Up On Me (Sneak Peek)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Angst, language. Chris being an asshole. Talk of Chris treating reader poorly. 

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.

A/N: This next part is very angsty. Please do not read if you do not like angst. 

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“What are you doing?” Chris stopped, turning to look at you. 

“My job.” 

His jaw flexed. “Do your job elsewhere.” 

God, this man is insufferable. “Jesus fucking christ, Chris. Let me in the goddamn room. My job is to make sure you don’t fall over, crack your head open, and bleed out on the bathroom floor. I know that for whatever reason you can’t stand me, but I could give two shits what you want. Do you seriously think I’m dying to sit in a fucking room with you after the way you treated me? Because the answer is no. I would rather pull my teeth out with pliers than spend one more minute with you. But I don’t have a fucking choice because it’s my job. So let me in the goddamn room.” 

Chris stared at you for a second, his shoulders dropping a tad. His face softened, making him look sad instead of pissed off, and for some reason it made you want to punch him even more. What right did he have to feel sad right now? “Did you– Did you sleep with him?” 

You scoffed. “That’s unprofessional and none of your business.” Your lips pressed together in a tight line, your pissed off expression unwavering. “Are you done?” 

“Are we done?” He asked softly. 

Taking a shaky breath, little hairline fractures splintered your resolve at the tenderness in his voice, but you still couldn’t just forget what happened and how he treated you. “There is no ‘we’, Chris.” You paused, tearing your eyes away from his and dropping them to the patterned carpet of the hallway, “Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.” 

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the boston brute series: - pt. 5 (i should’ve known)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 5 - I Should’ve Known

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: Legal alcohol consumption (the reader is in their late 20s). Language. Chris is an asshole. SMUT - Oral (fem receiving), protected sex. Lots of Angst. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Oof. This part is a DOOZY.

W/C: 8k

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“Just do it.” 

Your head snapped over from your computer screen, eyes bugging at Layne. 

She held her hands up defensively. “Sorry. Sorry. Just do him.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. Had she not heard anything that came out of your mouth over the past hour? Layne taunted you with a look, smirking at your visible distress. 

You pinched your eyes shut, burying your face in your hands and letting out a soft groan. You’d been so on edge since your ‘truce’ with Chris and you haven’t even spoken to the man since Monday! 

Something changed between you two. You could feel it. But you didn’t know what. He had accepted your simple peace offering of coffee before skating off and since then, zip. Nada. Nothing. No accidental run-ins, no walking you to your car at night. You’d seen him on the rink, he was definitely here. Just not… around. 

Today was Thursday. And you were desperately trying to stop yourself from reading into the fact that after he skated away from you and winked that he said ‘see you Thursday’. Because it didn’t mean anything. Just that you’d see him. Probably. Maybe. 

No… Definitely. You definitely would be seeing him tonight. In a couple of hours. 

Another home game. You’d be behind the bench with him at the game. Not that he spent that much time on the bench. But still. The thought of being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity across your body, but you just pretended like you didn’t know what to make of it. 

“But seriously, Y/N. Do you actually think that people follow that clause?” 

“Yes!” You shouted incredulously. “Do people not?” 

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the boston brute series: pt. 4 (what are you doing in my house?)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 4 (What Are You Doing In My House? 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 distain 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: Legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s). Weed mentioned very briefly. Talks of people having sex. Reader gets groped in a bar, someone tries to get her to leave with them. Language. (18+ please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I love this ppppaaaarrrtttt. It was a lot longer than I originally thought it would be lol

W/C: 9.1k

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Reader POV (picks up where pt. 3 left off)

You peeled out of the parking lot, laughing to yourself at the look on Chris’s face.

He definitely hadn’t expected you to throw Dean back at him.  Not that you had really expected the jealousy you felt when he brought up the puck bunny waiting for him at home… but regardless, you got more of a reaction out of him than he did out of you. Add another tally to the mental scoreboard! Kind of… Was it honestly a tally on your end if you were so damn jealous of the girl he had in his bed tonight? Maybe each of you deserved a tally. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he brought it up. It was made very clear that the tension you felt wasn’t just on your end.

You felt a little bad on your drive home, as confusing as it was, he was pretty upset about what Dean had said to you and he did take a penalty to put him in his place, but Chris was so fucking pushy. And enough with the ‘princess’ talk already. Who does he think he is? It’s so unprofessional and if he kept it up, someone was going to think that something was going on between the two of you. You laughed at the thought.

Sure, you both have clearly noticed that there was some… attraction… but that’s all that it was. Chris was an asshole. A ripped, tall, attractive asshole. But still an asshole.

Several minutes later, you pulled into the driveway, excited to tell Marlowe about Dean getting his ass kicked. Although, knowing Payton, he would’ve already told her what Chris did. He never misses a Bruins game.

You walked through the front door and your heart sank. Your best friend sat on the couch, her beautiful brown eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears. Dropping your things, you rushed over to her. “Babe, oh my god, what happened?” You rested your hands on her thighs, giving her a second to collect herself. Whatever it was, she was really hurting.

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the boston brute - pt. 3 (the first game (Chris POV)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 3 (The First Game - Chris 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 distain 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: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, Chris gets into a fight, blood mentioned. Toxic ex is mentioned and introduced into the fic. Smut mentioned, (18+ only, minors DNI)

A/N: Can we all just agree to fight Dean? Also, my fics still aren’t showing in the tags, please reblog if you can ❤️

W/C: 7.8k

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The first game of the season.

Chris walked past the line of fans and press, his face remaining impassive and unreadable despite the questions and praise being thrown at him. ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns n’ Roses blared through his airpods, blocking out most of the noise as he entered the building and made his way to the locker room, his dress shoes sticking slightly to the rubber floor as he walked. T-Minus 3 hours until the face off. 

He walked past your new office, dipping his chin in his version of a greeting when you stepped out. You jumped in surprise, almost running into him when you exited the room. Chris wanted to smile when his greeting was met with an ice-cold glare, satisfied that you were successfully pissed off. He blamed his indifference towards you on your ‘rainbow and sunshine’ personality, trying to rationalize his behavior because no one was really that fucking happy in life. Ever. Something was hiding beneath your happy-go-lucky façade and he was going to break you. 

He’d gotten pretty close, but he wanted to see you unravel, not just throw a couple f-bombs at him. Still, Chris imagined that this side of you wasn’t something Connor was accustomed to. He had been very surprised by your reaction last week when you’d told him to fuck off. Chris thought it was funny. Connor did not. He definitely ripped Chris a new one for how he’d been acting towards you. 

He, of course, tried to defend himself, reciting some of the insults that you’d thrown his way, but Connor didn’t care. Chris knew that he couldn’t exactly play victim here. 

He wasn’t Mr. Sunshine, and there was a reason they called him the Boston Brute. He was an asshole. Chris was unapologetically blunt, he took what he wanted, and he made no apologies for whoever he fucked over in the process. On and off of the rink. His mother blamed it on hockey. That it was a savage sport that had turned Chris into a man who lacked emotion and empathy. Someone who solved his problems with his fists instead of words. Though this past week, his words proved to be just as lethal.

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