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Nrfth (7) – Shattered dreams

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep, if your heart and trust get damaged.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, unrequited feelings, kinda cheating, fwb relationship, implied smut, betrayal, heartbreak, time jumps, Chris is not nice in this chapter, language, violence (lightly), mentions of blood/character’s death (film scene), mentions of death of a pet/anxiety, we stan Tracey in this house

A/N: I cut the scenes about their relationship short and added a time jump because of the lack of interest in their backstory/the story itself.🤷‍♀️

A/N2: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 6

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” Tracey squeals when she picks you up from the airport. “My girl got laid!” She exclaims loudly and wraps you in a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

You are baffled. How can she know you slept with Chris?

“What? I—”

“Don’t deny it, babe,” she tuts. “I can see it in your eyes. You got a good dick.” She grins. “I hope it was Chris Evan’s dick and that he made you his girlfriend!”

You sigh and drop your eyes. “Kinda…”

“Kinda?” She cocks her head. “What’s that supposed to mean? You got a good dick or not!”

“He wants a friend-with-benefits kind of arrangement. I don’t know if that’s for me. I really like him, and only being with him for sex feels…wrong.”

“If it felt wrong, he didn’t do it right,” Tracey tuts. She holds you a little tighter, hoping you won’t get your heart broken…again. “What are you going to do?”

“Chris said he’s not ready for a relationship yet. Maybe, if we are friends with benefits he’ll see there is more between us than good sex.”

“Good sex,” Tracey snickers. “How good? Is he kinky? Tell me every detail. I prepared a sleepover including booze, food, and a lot of talking. I’ve missed my babe.”

“I’ve missed you too, Trace,” you laugh. “What do you think? Is it worth a try?”

“If you like him…” Your friend sighs. She doesn’t know if it’s a good idea to agree to become Chris’s friend with benefits. “Let’s talk about everything at home.”

Two years later, your trailer, …

“Two years already, huh?” you roll over to your side to look at Chris. You wanted to talk about his plans for the weekend and the latest script. “Where has the time gone?”

“You want to talk about time?” He moves his hand toward your ass to grope it. “Really? Right after I rocked your world, doll?”

“Stop with the charm offensive, Evans. I need to talk about a few things with you.” You run your hand over his chest, tickling his skin with your fingertips. “It’s been almost two years since we started this secret little affair. And…uh…I was asking myself if you’d want to come with me this weekend to visit my parents.”

“Your parents?” He sits up to look down at your naked form. “You want me to meet the parents this weekend?”

“Yeah. I mean…we don’t have to tell them that we are a thing or something. I just want them to meet my friend and co-star. Dad is a big fan and he’d love to ask a few questions about your role.”

“Sorry, uh—” He gets defensive and doesn’t look you in the eye. “I got plans for the weekend. You know I…” Chris shakes his head. “This is not the way I wanted to tell you about it.”

“What’s wrong? I understand if you have plans. No problem.” You pat his thigh. “I should’ve asked you sooner. It’s a bit sudden. I didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to.”

“I met someone,” he suddenly says. You gape at Chris. This is the last thing you expected him to say. Especially not right after you had passionate sex for the second time that day. “We are going on a date this weekend.”

There is a sudden pain in your chest making you gasp for air. You feel like someone emptied a bucket filled with ice-cold water over your head. A cold shiver runs down your spine and your insides twist.

“You must be joking, right?” You scramble away when Chris tries to touch you. “You are telling me that you met someone right after we had sex? What’s wrong with you? If this is another prank I can tell, this is not funny, Chris.”

“Y/N, I,” he sighs and drops his gaze. “I met her at the casting for the upcoming Avengers movie.” Chris bites his tongue. “We just…clicked.”

He sounds so casual about his revelation. Chris just told you that he’s going on a date with another woman after fucking you senseless.

“How can you do this to me? After two years.” You get out of bed and wrap the blanket around your body. “What am I to you? A sex toy? Has everything we experienced together over the last two years meant nothing to you?”

“I told you right after we had sex for the first time that I’m not ready for a relationship. You agreed to this.” He gestures between you and him. “I thought you know it’s only sex.”

“Only sex? You spend almost every free minute with me. Sweet kisses, hours of talking about the future. Me holding you when East died.” You get louder. It’s the first time you’re losing your temper. “I was there when you got anxious and sad. For two years I was there for you.”

Your voice cracks, and you can already feel the tears form in your eyes. “Y/N, shit. You’re working yourself up. I thought you’ll understand. I never said that you cannot meet other guys.”

“I thought it was obvious that I’m in love with you, Chris. Do you honestly believe I agreed on becoming your fuckbuddy for sex?” You sniff. “I did it to give you time to realize you want more than sex too.”

“I’m sorry…I can’t.” Chris hastily gets out of bed to throw his clothes back on. “We should…I mean…”

“End this…” You bitterly reply. Chris silently nods. He swallows thickly watching you wipe a few stray tears off your cheek. “You should go. I need to go home and back my bag for the weekend. We see us on Monday for the final scenes��”

Monday came too soon. You had to cancel your weekend with your parents, coming up with a lame excuse to not join the barbecue with friends and family.

Tracey held you all night long while you cried in her chest. She tried to soothe you, but it was no use.

You are in love. Chris too. Sadly, he’s not in love with you.

“Babe, maybe you should call in sick,” Tracey worriedly says. She took a week off to be there for you and is ready to kidnap you for a roadtrip. “Babe. Did you listen?”

“I need to wrap up the final scenes. It’s an intense one…but without Chris. I’ll get shot and…” You sniff. “Well, he doesn’t need to be on set for the scene. Me choking on my blood is the final scene and the end of this season.”

“But…you’re in the next season. Right?” Your friend questions. “Right? They gave you a contract for the next season.”

“Yeah…I mean…uh-“ You frown. “We talked and they wanted me to sign for two more seasons. And I’m still waiting for them to call me for the cameo in the Avengers movie. Chris didn’t say…”

His name makes you choke on tears again. “Okay. That’s good.” She softly says. “Can you work alongside him after what happened?”

“When I’m acting, I forget about everything else. We are on hiatus after wrapping up the final episode. Enough time to get over him.”

Tracey nods. She doesn’t say a thing, just brings you into her arms to smother you with attention. “We are going to break his dick one day. I promise you will find a better guy in no time.”

“And…cut.” You exhale sharply. This was an intense scene. You’re still covered in fake blood and despair when they call for your name.

You get up and bow when the team gives you a little applause. You chuckle and thank them as one of the PAs hands you the script for the post-credit scene.

“Thank you.” You give the young girl a soft smile. “I’ll check on it right away.”

“Babe, you were awesome!” Tracey claps her hands. “So…can we read the post-credit scene now?”

“Yep. Let’s go to my trailer…”

“I-I don’t understand,” your voice trembles when you read the last scene, the post-credit scene for your character. “Why am I reading about my death?”

“What?” Tracey snatches the script out of your hands. “Maybe they want to fake your death or something.”

“No. I was meant to be rescued by Captain America. We talked about the last scene not two weeks ago. Chris…I mean Steve finds me and carries me out of the abandoned house. He believes I’m dying but then they zoom in on my face and I open my eyes…”

“They try to fuck you over, babe,” Tracey angrily flings the script across the trailer. It hits the wall and falls to the ground with a loud thud.

“This can’t be real. Chris has some other woman and a few days later they kill my character off?” Your head snaps toward Tracey. “No. He wouldn’t…”

“That fucker!!!”

“I don’t understand. You cannot break our contract. I was hired for two more seasons and even refused to take other roles,” you’re more than angry. “Why the sudden change of mind?”

“We had no choice, Miss Y/L/N,” they don’t even look you in the eyes. The people praising you for your good work not weeks ago and offering a role in the Avengers movie to you act like you did something wrong. “We are sorry.”

“Sorry? You break our contract and ruin my career out of the blue and all you got to say is that you are sorry?” You’re fuming. “I’ll sue you!”

“He offered us a choice. We lose Captain America or his sidekick.” At least they have the decency to look guilty. “We are sorry. Maybe we will find another role for you in the Marvel Universe. We have a lot of upcoming projects.”

“He said that you can either lose me or Captain America?” You sniffle. “Why would Chris do such a thing? We always worked together so well.”

“We never signed a contract for two more seasons. It was only an offer we need to take back now...”

“So, you want me to film the last scene, smile and act like he didn’t ram a knife in my back?” You shake your head. “I’ll call my lawyer. We will see if I film this scene…”

“Breach of contract. Great.” You hang up and fling your phone across the room. “This must be a fucking joke.”

“What’s wrong?” Tracey curses under her breath. “Shit, sorry. I know what’s wrong. I meant, what did your lawyer say?”

“If I do not film the scene, it’s a breach of contract and they can sue me. They didn’t sign a contract for the next seasons. I got nothing but their word. In other words. I got nothing to prove that they fucked me over.”

“Is there nothing we can do about it?”

“All I can do is film the scene, hold my head high, and leave the set. I can lick my wounds later,” you fight the tears. “Maybe this is for the best. The critics praised me, and the industry knows about me now. I’ll take some time off and wait for another role.”

“I won’t leave you alone. I’ll come with you.” Tracey states.

Chris is holding you in his arms, crying as your head lolls to the side. You hold your breath for the scene and do not scent Chris’s cologne. “Nooo!” Captain America cries. “Why her?”

“And…cut!” The moment the scene is done you push against Chris’s shoulder. “Let me down and get off me.”

Chris carefully puts you down. He swallows hard when he sees the utter disappointment and pain in your eyes. “Wait, can we not talk?”

You cackle loudly and put your hands on your hips. “Talk? Talk about what? That you used me for two years only to get cozy with some other bitch?” You cock your head. “Or maybe you want to explain why you ruined my career? Huh?”

“You know,” Chris whispers. “Listen…I’m sorry but I thought it’s easier this way.” He has the nerve to look guilty.

“Easier for you,” you bite back. “You know what.”

Tracey cheers when you knee him in the balls. “BABE! You’re awesome!” She claps her hands. “I knew you are a bad bitch.”

Chris falls to his knees, tears in his eyes.

You look around the crew, smirking as everyone looks shocked about your outburst. You lift your hands and give them all the finger before turning toward Tracey.

“Fuck you, Chris. Fuck Hollywood. Fuck this business. Fuck all of you!”

>> Part 8

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Nrfth (6) – Where to Captain?

Summary: A dream shattered. A heart broken.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, friends with benefits, a hint of fluff, a little angst

A/N: This series is a “short” chapter story. It contains of a collection of drabbles.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 5

Hot and heavy. Heat and sweat. Bodies grinding into each other. Pushing, pulling, kissing, nipping. All at once, and still not enough.

He’s loud. You are too.

You can’t remember being so loud in the bedroom with any of your partners before. Your pathetic moans and Chris’s loud groans fill the luxury suite.

Clawing at his back you commit the sin you wanted to avoid and let him sink into you. Over, and over, and over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris pants in your neck. He sounds as wrecked as you feel. Your mind is filled with doubts. But your body surrendered long ago. Facing defeat like a pro.

The whimper leaving your throat in response goes straight to his cock. Chris dives into you with long and slow strokes, hoping to hold back his orgasm long enough to push you over the edge one more time.

“Ch-Captain—” you whine loudly. “Fuck.” You dig your nails into his flesh, running them up and down his back to leave marks. To be sure this is real, and not another naughty dream.

“Oh—shit!” Chris lifts his head to watch your face contort in pleasure during your orgasm. He curses and groans as he keeps on thrusting. “Baby…I’m gonna cum…” He jerks his hips two more times and collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

You laugh at his outburst. “I hope you did. After all the hard work,” you try to break the awkward moment with a joke.

After the mind-blowing sex, you don’t know what will happen now.

Was this a one-time thing? Does he want to do it again? Is this the beginning of a relationship?

“Shit, that was…” he pecks your lips and smiles. “You know what this was, right?”

“I—I…” you’re unsure how to answer his question. Does he want you to tell him you’re okay with forgetting about your mishap?

“Mind-blowing sex, Y/N,” he smirks before he kisses you hard. “Crap. That sounded like I’m fishing for compliments. I meant that I came so hard with you.”

“It was great Chris,” you lick your lips. “But…what do we do now? I mean. We are at the same show. I don’t want people to believe I had sex with you to get the role or shit.”

“Let me just,” he carefully slips out of your cunt. You wince as his cum drips out of you. Another mistake. You were all over him and forgot the simplest things. Like using protection. “Wait.” He kneels between your legs, looking down at you.

“Shit—what have I done. I tried so hard to stay away from you. Now I fucked everything up,” you sniff. The afterglow of your high long faded away, you feel the weight of your reckless decision crash down on you. “They will call me slut…or worse.”

“Y/N. Doll,” Chris’s features soften. He sighs as you nervously chew on your lower lip. “No one will call you that. I promise. We like each other and get along well. It’s only natural that things developed further between us. Baby, we are two adults. None of us is in a relationship. We can have sex with whoever we want to.”

“Not if he’s the sexiest man you ever met and a movie star,” you whine and cover your eyes with your arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound like a crazy bitch freaking out. I just…I’m scared.”

“Hey, look at me,” he softly says, and tugs at your arm. “I like you very much. How about we keep what happened tonight a secret and…uh…become friends with benefits?”

“Friends with benefits?” You lift your arm to look at Chris. This is not what you were looking for, but it’s better than a one-night stand with your co-star.

“I see you as a friend. A very good friend,” he crawls back up your body and cages you with his arms. “I’m not ready for a relationship. Not in this phase of my career and life. But…I’d like to see you outside of the set, Y/N.”

“We could meet up as friends and—” you giggle as he moves his hand between your legs, “keep the benefits part a secret…”

“How is it to work with Chris?” Here we go again. Same questions. Same situation. The only difference is, you don’t give a shit that the interviewer focuses on Chris again.

Because - let’s be honest. You not only know how it feels to work with Chris, but also how he feels inside of you. She will never know, and it makes you soak your panties thinking about having your way with Chris after the last interview.

“Wonderful. Chris is a great partner. Just look at him,” you say, and look at Chris, smiling. “He’s a ray of sunshine. An adorable dork who likes to prank me. But also incredibly talented.”

“How is it to work with Y/N, Chris?” The interviewer asks. “I heard rumors saying…” You hold your breath as the interviewer looks at her notes. Fuck, what if someone at the hotel recognized you and Chris shared his suite last night? “That you were the one finding the independent film she was staring in.”

“OH, no. It was someone from the team. They showed me the video and I said, that’s her,” Chris grins. “I chose wisely, didn’t I?”

You chuckle when he grabs your hand. Your heart does somersaults and fuck, you feel the butterflies in your stomach break free again.

Oh. No. You are fucked...because you are in love with your co-star…

>> Part 7

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