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out of left field series: pt. 5 - now or never

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 5 - Now or Never (Reader POV)

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?

A/N: S/O to @tis-thedamn-season​ and @blizzspeaks​ for all their feedback and love. I couldn’t do this without you.

Warnings: Drugs mentioned, language, reader has an abusive/controlling ex and it’s talked about in detail in this part. reader and Chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!). I think that’s all, but please let me know if I missed anything :)

W/C: 6.7k

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that happen in the MLB, with its players, or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OCs made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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“The moms are here.” 

You were obviously hallucinating. A beer hangover hallucination. Those were things, right? They had to be because there’s absolutely no fucking way you actually just heard those words leave Chris’s lips. 

You’re being a little too loud for having consumed entirely too many cans of beer last night, dream Christopher.  

Your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, there was no fucking way the moms were here. 

“Did you hear me?” 

Yes, dream hallucination Chris, I heard you. I’m choosing to stay cozy in my bed instead of falling for your tricks. 

You pulled your plush comforter up to your chin, taking a slow breath to calm the queasiness in your stomach. 

Before you could wake up enough to track Chris’s movement, a pillow was picked up from the other side of your bed and smacked against the side of your head with enough force to reset your hazy brain. “Get up! The moms are here!” 

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out of left field series: pt. 4 - stu (chris pov)

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 4 - Stu (Chris POV)

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?

A/N: Did you guys know that I love @tis-thedamn-season​? Because again, this series wouldn’t be complete without her.

Warnings: Drugs mentioned, language, reader has an abusive/controlling ex and it’s talked about in detail in this part. reader and Chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!). I think that’s all, but please let me know if I missed anything :)

W/C: 5.1k

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that happen in the MLB, with its players, or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OCs made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Chris hopped down from the top of the dugout, his face burning red and heart working overtime. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the crowd and walk-up music that poured from the speakers around the field as his teammate made his way toward home plate. 

Fuck. 

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you. HE FUCKING KISSED YOU. 

He ran a semi-shaky hand through his brown hair, snagging another ball cap from the equipment manager and ignoring his teammates’ quizzical stares and Dom’s knowing smirk. None of them even know that there was something (and by something he meant contractual agreement) between the two of you. 

Of course, they’d all met you before, you were practically an honorary member of the team. But both you and Chris had denied being involved for so long, seeing him kiss you left them all with shocked expressions on their faces. 

He fucking kissed you. 

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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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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. 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. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. 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

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.

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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 - 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

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 it’s players.

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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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the boston brute - pt. 3 (sneak peek)

The Boston Brute: Pt. 3 - The First Game (sneak peek)

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

A/N: This series will have smut, this is an 18+ blog. Minors, DNI. Part 3 drops tomorrow (1/24/2022) at 5:30pm CT. This one is from Chris’s POV

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 it’s players.

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Chris’s blood boiled, his stomach churning. He was confused by the protectiveness he felt over you, but his fists clenched tight at the resigned look you had on your face. Whatever that prick had said to you, would be the last words he ever spoke in your direction. Chris would make sure of it.

He reached out, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him, “What did he say?” He ground out. Chris needed to know because whatever that asshole said to you so he could make him pay for it on the ice. He willed himself to calm down so he could hear your quiet voice over the roar of his pounding heartbeat in his ears, still confused by his reaction.

“Nothing. It’s– Nothing.” You swatted his hand then wiped a tear that fell down your cheek and Chris fumed.

“Princess. Tell me what he said. He’s getting his ass beat either way.”

He watched your eyes widened in surprise, shaking your head furiously. “Don’t, Chris. Please.” The desperation in your voice almost made him consider leaving the douche alone, but when another tear slid down your cheek before you could stop it,  he was no longer listening to your protests. Whittaker was getting what was coming to him, Chris would see to it. “Trust me, he’s not worth the penalty.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and before he could stop it, his hand reached up again so he could swipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “For once we agree, but I’m always looking for a fight. So, I ask you again, what did he say?”

You were right, Whittaker wasn’t worth the penalty, but Chris knew that the entire team would have his back on this if they knew something had been said to you that made you cry. They protected their own and as far as he was concerned, you fell into that category.

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My heart is broken! My boy has retired from football, jules we love you we'll miss you and I'm honors I got to be a fan you know!

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So I'm putting this out there, for all you little "fan pages" on Instagram and Twitter.....if you take a picture of a celebrity that another photographer (someone else) took and place a filter on it then tag it with your handle and not giving credit NEWSFLASH*** YOU ARE PALAGERISING. So please do no bitch, moan, and complain when others take that said "edited" photo and post it and do not give you credit for the filter you added and you called it "editing". Then when a part time photographer confronts you about it don't become defensive and say they are wrong. Photographers put A LOT of effort into getting that perfect shot you threw an Instagram filter one and claimed as your own, maybe you should think about that next time you cry over another person "taking" your edited photo you spent 2.5 seconds on putting a filter on!!!!!!!!

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the man. the smolder. 

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Seriously if one more person who has a Chris Evans account and says "Hi I'm Chris this is my private account" I'm tempted to no longer be a fan of his!! Every damn day I get 15-20 people pretending to be Chris!

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This deserves a grammy! Mrs. Potts has had enough of Karen and her shit!

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This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

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Thanks to @josepedropascal for the pics!

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God I miss him ❤

thank you.