Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings: None.
A/N: This chapter covers a lot of ground. I feel like this chapter may be all over the place, I don’t know. Y’all let me know what you think. I don’t think this is the best chapter. I am also going to try and get out another chapter today.
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For the next several days, Yours and Chris’s phones didn’t seem to stop ringing. They were overloaded with notifications. Your went from 1,000 followers to over 10,000 in just a few days. Everything seemed so surreal.
You waited for a million ugly comments to start rolling in, but they never did. Of course, there were some, but it was nothing compared to what you were expecting. It was a relief for you and Chris.
His fans seemed to be responding well to the the news, and that was important. People started to post their congratulations to you both, making your heart swell. Even his co-stars and fellow actors were posting congratulations.
You, Olivia, and Chris were back in L.A. and finally things seemed to be calming down. You and Chris were on the couch while Olivia played in the floor.
“Don’t you think you should be finding a wedding planner?” Chris asked.
You turn your head to look at him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” You laughed softly.
Chris looked at you. “Where do you think we should have the wedding?”
“I don’t know. I think it depends on how many people we want to invite.” You told him. “Because if we keep it small, just family and really close friends then we can have it wherever, but if you want to go big then I would say either in Boston or Atlanta.”
Chris nodded. “I was thinking just family and close friends. Like Scarlett, Robert, Chris, Renner, Mackie, Seb and a few other people for me. And of course who ever your close friends are.”
You laughed a little. “We kind of share the same close friends. My invites will be family.”
“I guess you’re right.” He laughed.
“What if we had it in your mom’s backyard?” You sat up and looked at Chris. “It is plenty big enough and it’s so pretty.”
“If that’s what you want to do then let’s do it!” He smiled.
The next day you called around and found a great wedding planner out of Boston, her name was Jessica Jones. She told you that she was honored to be yours and Chris’s wedding planner.
You told her that you and Chris wanted to do it in his mom’s backyard, and she thought that was the sweetest and cutest idea.
Jessica said she didn’t want to get to into the planning just yet because she wanted to meet with you and Chris first. You, of course, had to get back with her on a date that you and Chris could get back to Boston.
You went to talk to Chris about when he would be free to go back.
“Why don’t we just move to Boston?” He groaned from the couch.
“Are you serious or just complaining?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“We could by a house and move then when we get married we can just go home and not worry about flying back here to L.A. where we still live in separate apartments.” Chris went on.
“Ok.” You said. Chris looked at you shocked that you agreed so easily to his statement that was really supposed to be a complaint. “You make some valid points.” You shrugged.
“Ok then.” He laughed. “We are moving to Boston!”
“We are moving to Boston!” You smiled at him.
Chris picked up Olivia. “Do you want to move to Boston?” He asked her.
Olivia clapped and wiggled in his arms. “I think that’s a yes.” You smiled.
You and Chris had lots of details to work through over the next several days. You decided to keep Chris’s apartment in L.A. so, if you were in town, you didn’t have to fuss with a hotel.
As you started to look at you work schedule to see when would be best to make another trip to Boston, you noticed an email from the Marvel Executives. You were confused. You never emailed them directly, that was always your boss of the stunt company you worked for. You showed Chris the unopened email.
“Well, open it.” He said.
You opened it and began to read through it. “No way!” You whispered in utter shock.
“What?” Chris looked over you shoulder.
“They are offering me a job as a full time stunt coordinator for upcoming Marvel projects!” You excitedly told him.
“That’s great baby!” Chris smiled and kissed your head. “Are you going to take it?” He asked.
“I’d be crazy not to!” You looked up at him. “They are offering to pay me triple what I make now.”
You stood up from your desk and wrapped your arms around Chris. “Everything that is happening right now is just so unreal.” You smiled widely at him. “I mean, we are engaged, we are planning to move across the country, and now I get an amazing job offer.”
Chris rubbed his hands up and down your back. “I know baby, a lot has happened in just a few weeks.” He leaned down and pecked your lips.
You couldn’t have been more happy in that moment if you tried. You were marrying your best friend, moving and were going to accept an amazing job offer.
It took some planning, but you and Chris finally had your schedules arranged so you were able to make a trip to Boston to do two things. The first was to meet with Jessica and start planning. The second was meeting with a realtor to look at some a few houses in Boston and the surrounding areas. You left Olivia with Lisa while you two were out.
You met Jessica at her office one morning. She greeted you when you walked through the door.
“Hi, it’s great to finally meet you two!” Jessica shook both yours and Chris’s hand then lead you into a private meeting room. “Ok, I know since your time here is limited, I’ve got a lot for us to go over. And we aren’t in a rush, you two are my only clients for the day.”
You sat down at the large conference table that was covered with lots of things, magazines, fabrics, color swatches, and much more. It was a little overwhelming at first glance for both you and Chris, but as Jessica started explaining, the feelings of being overwhelmed started to dissipate.
“Ok, first thing we need is a date.” Jessica said as she opened a large binder. “Now obviously, if you plan to do the ceremony and reception outside, we need a warmer month.”
You and Chris discussed and decided to have the wedding in September. The weather was warm, but not too hot and it definitely wouldn’t be freezing. From there the details fell into place. You picked the color scheme, an invitation design, the flowers, an arch way for the ceremony, and lots more. The biggest details left to decide were the cake, the menu for the reception, your dress, bridesmaid’s dress, and the tuxes.
By the time your meeting with Jessica was finished, it was well into the afternoon. You and Chris decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to his mom’s house.
You went into a small Italian restaurant. The hostess seated you at a table and handed you menus. Before either of you can open your menus, a little boy, around five years old runs over to your table.
“You’re Captain America!” He exclaimed. “You are my favorite, after Falcon!” The boy said with a grin.
You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when the boy said Falcon was his #1 favorite.
Chris glanced at you then back to the boy. “Well, I will make sure Falcon knows that I met his #1 fan today.” Chris said with a smile.
Before their conversation could continue, the boy’s mom rushed over. “I am so sorry!” She apologized.
“Mama, look it’s Captain America!” He smiled up at his mom.
“I see, but we have to let him enjoy his meal with his friend.” She told him. She apologized one more time before she began to walk away.
“Wait, why don’t we take a picture before you go?” Chris offered.
The mother turned around. “That’s really not necessary. I hate to bother you anymore.”
“Nonsense, I insist.” Chris stood and picked the boy up and allowed for his mom to take a quick picture.
“Thank you so much, and again I’m so sorry he ran over here.” She said one last time before they walked away.
“You are great with kids, you know that right?” You questioned Chris as he picked up his menu.
“Yeah, I’ve been told I have a way with children.” He smiled.
The rest of you lunch was peaceful. You went back to Lisa’s house and spent what was left of your day lounging around.
The next morning, you met with a realtor to look at a few houses in and around the Boston area. When you talked with the realtor, you and Chris both told him you didn’t want to be in the middle of town.
The realtor showed you several houses, but most of them were in packed neighborhoods where there was only ten feet between two houses.
Finally, the last house he showed you and Chris was out from town and not squished between two other houses. It was in a new neighborhood, that only had a few other houses, but the closest one was a quarter of a mile. It had plenty of room and space. The house was large, with an open concept. It was two stories, stained wood floors, tall ceilings, marble counter tops, built in appliances, five bedrooms, five and a half baths, with an office space, and a three car garage. It was perfect.
After touring the house, you looked up at Chris. He could see it in your eyes that you were in love with the house, and he was too.
Chris turned to the realtor. “We’ll take it!” He smiled.
After finishing up with the realtor, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Chris could tell by looking at you. It was as if you were glowing. You were in your own little bubble of happiness.
Before leaving Boston, you took Olivia back to the house, just to show her around. You put her down and let her walk around the empty house. She babbled as she walked around the first floor.
Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both watched Olivia. “I think she likes it.” He whispered in your ear then kissed your neck softly.
“I think so too.” You smiled. You giggled softly feeling Chris’s beard against your neck. “Now, I just can’t wait to be here.”
“Me either.” Chris agreed. “Not much longer.”
Once Christmas passed, you started the moving process. You packed up your apartment then packed up parts of Chris’s. It took about a week to get everything boxed up and shipped to Boston. Once everything was shipped and all the ends were tied up in L.A., you headed for Boston to start a new chapter.
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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (slow burn)
Chapter Description: As you clean the mess your boyfriend made, you can’t help but wonder how things got so bad
Warnings: Angst, hints of domestic abuse, rude boyfriend, some manipulation, and negative thoughts
Word Count: 1,234
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Previous Chapter: Prologue
Unlocking and opening the bathroom door sent a tidal wave of emotions through you. Fear, panic, anxiety, nausea, emptiness — the list could go on. Emotions you’re all too familiar with.
Your skin broke out into goosebumps as you stepped into the hallway. You faintly felt your bruises throbbing painfully. Your stomach knotted up and you felt like vomiting. You have to force yourself to keep the contents of your stomach down.
Your hands are trembling so violently you have to clasp them in front of you to make them stop.
As you make your way down the hall, you hesitate for a moment. You can hear the TV blasting from the living room. You feel your heart begin to beat faster, hammering painfully against your ribs. The only way to the kitchen is through the living room. You have to keep moving, and you have to stay calm. The longer you keep him waiting, the angrier he’ll get. So you keep walking, and you lower your gaze the closer you get to the living room. Once you reach the entrance, you really feel like you’re about to vomit.
Ben is sitting in his recliner, a beer in one hand as he watches the television. You don’t know what he’s watching, nor do you care. He keeps his gaze on the show, but his expression is stony.
You make your way around the living room, hoping to put as much distance between you and your boyfriend as possible. When he calls your name however, you freeze. You’re so close to the kitchen, and you start shaking. What is he going to do?
“Y/N, can you come here?” Ben’s voice is calm, but you know better.
“Is something wrong?” you ask, choking on your words.
“I just want to talk.”
Turning around, you slowly walk over to Ben, still sitting comfortably in his recliner. Once you’re close enough, Ben mutes the TV and looks at you. He’s studying you, and it makes you shift anxiously. His expression is still stony. Taking another swig of his beer, Ben leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, turning away from you.
“You know I love you, right?” he asks. He still won’t look at you. He places his beer down, using his other hand to run it through his hair.
“Yes,” you respond, swallowing thickly. You’re trying to keep a steady, calm tone. “And I love you.”
Standing up, Ben walks over to you, stopping only inches in front of you. He’s scrutinizing you. He lifts his hand, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised cheek. You flinch. His hand lowers, lingering at the section where you shoulder and neck meet. You don’t move, even though every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to do something. Ben’s hand firmly grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. Your muscles unconsciously stiffen, and a wince comes across your features. You can already feel the headache coming, due to how tight his grip is.
“I only want what’s best for you,” he states, a growl seeping into his words, “and I feel like you don’t appreciate that.”
He tightens his hold on you, his fingers digging into your skin. You let out a pained gasp, your knees beginning to buckle. Your hands grip his arm, trying to gain some stability and hoping against all hope he’d let you go.
“I do, Ben,” you sputter, tears forming in your eyes. His grip tightens just a fraction and you let out a pained whimper, your grip on his arm tightening. “I-I promise I appreciate what you do for me, baby. I love you. I love you so, so much. I-I really do, but... Please. Y-You’re hurting me.”
A look sweeps across Ben’s face — satisfaction. Tilting your face up just a little more, he slams his lips onto yours. The kiss is rough and sloppy, making your skin crawl, disgust forms in the pit of your stomach. When Ben pulls away, breathless and somewhat content, he lets you go and you can’t help but scurry away from him.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “I expect the whole kitchen to be clean once I’m out.”
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It wasn’t always like this. You’d been happy with Ben, once upon a time. You remember when he made you smile so much your face hurt. You cherished the memories of when he made your heart flutter. You’d been so sure Ben was The One™, you failed to notice the red flags. Everyone else saw it. They all warned you, friends and family alike. You refused to listen. You chose your boyfriend over your loved ones. He understood you, right? He knows what’s best. He loves you and wants to make you happy and...
Your friends have all but abandoned you. You haven’t seen your family in almost five years. You’re alone, completely isolated. You long for companionship outside of your relationship. You’re desperate for it. You long for some kind of freedom.
Throwing out the used, dirtied paper towel, you let out a long sigh. Ben’s not perfect, you know that. He has his issues, everybody does. You sure as hell do. But as you look around at the kitchen, you see the food splattered on the walls and floor, and the broken dishes scattered on the floor. Maybe Ben has more issues than you care to admit.
Grabbing another paper towel, you wet it in the sink and start wiping the food off the wall. It’s been caked on there for a couple of hours now, so it’ll probably leave a nasty stain.
The landlord’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this, you think. How can I possibly explain my way out of this?
The evening started good enough. You made this nice, big dinner, a surprise for Ben when he comes home from work. His favorite. It took you forever to prep, but you finished just as he came home. He’d been pleased, happy to come home to a nicely cooked meal. Until halfway through dinner and you spilled the big news. You’d gotten a new job. At Marvel. As the newest make up artist. You haven’t worked for a bit (a few years) as per Ben’s request. He wanted to be the main provider, the “money maker,” the “breadwinner” — whatever you want to call it. He wanted the financial control.
The news of your job didn’t go well, obviously. Ben started screaming, insulting you and accusing you of anything and everything. You tried reasoning with him, then he threw his plate. He was aiming for you, but he missed. The plate shattered against the wall, and in your surprise Ben grabbed you by the wrist and hit you across the face. He screamed at you some more, drowning out your cries.
“You think you’re better than me now?! Huh?! Look at you, you’re pathetic! Useless! They’ll throw you out and you know what? You’ll deserve it.”
Those words stung. Maybe he’s right, maybe you’re not as good as you think you are. But why would Marvel hire you if you’re not good? But...
You shake your head, shoving the thoughts out of your head. You have to focus on finishing the kitchen before Ben’s finished his shower. You want the night to end as normally as possible.
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