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Chris Evans Fic?

I watched Gifted then I had this dream. I started writing it, and it became way longer than I expected. It’s going to have to become a multi-part fic and this will be the first ever one for me. So, if y’all would be interested, drop some title ideas in the comments.

Here is the summary/snippet of it.

After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. 

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A Silent Voice: Chapter 1

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

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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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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 16

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: We’ve made it! This is the final chapter in this story. I am so happy I’ve made it to the end. I’m thinking about an epilogue just not 100% sure on it yet. Thank you to those who have been following this story and showing your support! I love y’all!

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It was the night before your wedding day. You always thought you would be nervous and stressed the night before your wedding, but you were the complete opposite. You felt happy and relaxed. You trusted that Jessica had everything done for the big day.  You, Scarlett, Rose and Olivia were having a relaxing night at Lisa’s. 

You asked Scarlett to be your only bridesmaid and Rose to be a flower girl with Olivia. Chris asked Scott to be his best man and his nephew, Miles, to be the ring bearer. 

You chose to spend the night at Lisa’s and let Chris and Scott have your house. You were just hoping it was in one piece when you got back.

Olivia was nearing two years old, and you couldn’t believe it. She talked non-stop, it didn’t always make since but that didn’t stop her. Olivia had started calling Chris, dada. 

~Flashback~

You finish unpacking the last box and sigh in relief. Chris comes up with Olivia in his arms. “Mama!” She reaches for you. 

You smile and take her from Chris. When you look at Chris, you realize Olivia has never called him anything. As the wheels in your head turn, you start to wonder if Olivia should call him dad. Chris is the only father figure Olivia has, to you, it only makes sense that she should call him dad.

“Chris, don’t you think we should be teaching her to call you something?” You ask him. 

“Yeah, I guess. What were you thinking? Like just Chris or?” He looks down at you. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of daddy, but it’s up to you.” You smile. 

It takes a second for it to register in Chris’s head what you just said. “Wait! You mean it? You would be ok with her calling me that?” 

“You’re basically already her dad. You act like it.” You say with a laugh. 

“Then yes, she can totally call me daddy.” He leans down and kisses you then kisses Olivia’s cheeks. 

“Livie, can you say Dada?” You look at her. “Da-da.” You point to Chris.

She giggles. “Daaaada!” 

Chris smiles widely and takes her from you kissing her all over her face.

~end flashback~

It was finally the morning of the wedding, you woke up with small feeling of anxiousness. People started going in and out of the house starting at 8 o’clock that morning. It was some what chaotic. 

Lisa brought breakfast to you, Scarlett, and the girls. You all sat in the queen sized bed eating French toast, fruit, and bacon. 

Jessica hired a photographer, and she was there taking pictures of you and the girls enjoying your breakfast. You watched as she took a picture of Olivia shoving a strawberry in her mouth. You laughed and couldn’t wait to have all these pictures to look back on. 

The ceremony wasn’t until 5 in the evening. It was just passed nine when Jessica showed up. You went down stairs to meet her. 

“Are you ready?” She asked with a beaming smile. 

“So ready!” You smiled. 

She started talking you through everything that was happening and what was supposed to arrive at what time. You watched as Lisa’s backyard was set up for the day. It was better than anything you could have ever dreamed. 

Just before lunch, your parents walked into the house. Your mom wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed you. You then hugged your dad. Your anxiousness was lessening now that your mom was there. 

The hair stylist and makeup artist arrived to start on all the girls. Your mom, and Lisa were first then they went to get dressed. After them, it was Scarlett, then Rose and Olivia. Scarlett took Rose and Olivia to get dressed while you were getting ready. 

Once you were finished with your hair and makeup, Scarlett came back in to help you put on your dress. She helped you into your dress and then helped you with your jewelry. 

Scarlett stepped back to look at you. “Wow!” She smiled at you. “You look stunning!” 

Your smile was beaming across your face. You stepped in front of the mirror and gasped. You were amazed at how everything came together. 

After taking yourself in, you were ready to show everyone. Scarlett walked in front of you and opened the door to let your parents in. 

Your mother was in awe. She started to cry as well as your dad, which in turn made you tear up. Your mom gently wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks. 

Finally, it was time. All 30 guest had arrived and were seated. Soft music was playing as Chris went down the aisle. Once he was at the end, he took a breath to steady his nerves. You may not have been nervous, but Chris was. Chris just wanted to be married to you. 

Scarlett and Scott were next. Miles walked down with the rings and stood next to Scott. Rose and Olivia walked down the aisle sprinkling flower petals. Once they made it down the aisle and stood by Scarlett the music changed. Everyone stood and waited for your entrance. 

The back doors opened, revealing you and your dad. Chris immediately teared up. You were stunning. He turned away to wipe his tears then looked back at you. You smiled at him with all the love in the world. There was nowhere else you would have wanted to be. 

Your dad gave you away to Chris. “You look beautiful!” Chris whispered in your ear. 

“Not to shabby yourself!” You replied. 

The ceremony continued on. Chris said his vows and slipped the diamond band onto your finger. You did the same and slipped a silver band onto his. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The officiant smiled. “You may now kiss the bride!” 

Chris pulled you into him and kissed you sweetly. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while everyone cheered. You both pull away with beaming smiles. 

“I love you, Mr. Evans!” You whispered to him. 

“I love you more, Mrs. Evans!” He pecked your lips one more time before, he scooped up Olivia and you all exited down the aisle. 

Sometimes gifts are better when they are unexpected. 

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Title: Distraction {One-Shot}*

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Silliness, Cursing, Mild NSFW

Words: 1.9k

Note: So, this came in and I thought this is cute. It got me thinking how this would go down for both Chris and Jason. So, this is for Chris and I’m thinking of doing one for Jason as well. Anyway, I hope I did this right and I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you, as always for reading!!!❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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You were very active on social media. As a model social media really gave you the free exposure that kept your name on everyone’s lips. These days, a girl had to use every tool at her disposal, and social media was a massive tool. Your management team thought it didn’t hurt you, so they allowed it. Of course, there are some things you kept off of social media completely, and sometimes you teased at.

At the beginning of yours and Chris’s relationship, both of you thought it was a good idea to keep things quiet. You didn’t want the hoopla about being his “new fling,” and he didn’t want you exposed to that kind of negativity. He knew his fanbase was insane. For the first year and a half of your relationship, it was kept so quiet that no one but your families knew what was going on. By the time the public got wind of things, you and Chris had been together for two blissful years.

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Hormonal - Dash Wilder

You were in your third trimester with your baby girl and you had a few more weeks to go before she was due. Until then, you were very hormonal and cranky. You felt bad because you took all your anger and hormonal stage out on Dash. He didn’t do anything wrong and you knew that.  You were currently back at home, trying anything to get comfortable. You couldn’t watch any TV shows because all you would do is cry. Especially in The Notebook.  You were on the couch when you heard Dash come in the front door. Pawla,your and Dash’s bulldog, ran and greeted him. He had a bag of Subway for the two of you. He scratched Pawla behind the ear before walking over to you. “Okay, please don’t be upset but they ran out of chocolate chip cookies.” Dash said, trying not to get to close to you. Your hormones kicked in and you started crying over not having chocolate chip cookies.  “I have been craving those all week, Dash! Couldn’t you have stopped somewhere and got some?” You exclaimed, wiping your tears. “Don’t worry, darling. I can make you some.” That cheered you right up. “Thank you.” You smiled as he handed you the sub. “You’re welcome.” Dash chuckled before walking into the kitchen.  — As Dash was in the kitchen making the cookies, you started to feel guilty about yelling at him just over cookies. You got up from the couch and waddled over to the kitchen. Dash was just pulling the cookies out of the oven.  “I’m sorry.” You sighed, walking over to him. He looked at you. “It’s okay, I know you don’t mean it.” Dash said.  You wrapped your arms around his waist.  “You go through a lot with me being hormonal and having all of these mood swings. I’m sorry I put you through it.” You apologized some more. Dash kissed your forehead.  “You don’t mean to do it. I love you and I want the best for you.” That brought a smile on your face. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 5

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. 

{Part 1}

{Part 2}

{Part 3}

{Part 4}

Monday morning arrived, and you were up groaning at the sound of your alarm that surprisingly didn’t wake the baby. You made some breakfast and packed the diaper bag before Olivia woke up. You didn’t have enough time to find a babysitter, so Olivia joined you at work, you cleared it with everyone first.

Olivia woke up just as you finished getting dressed. With your job, leggings, dry-fit shirts, and tennis shoes were your go-to. You got the crying baby from the crib and calmed her down. You changed her diaper and fed her.

After getting her dressed, you both headed for the car. You pulled into set parking and got out. You grabbed the diaper bag and the car seat. Olivia had fallen asleep on the drive over. 

You walked in the door and into the stage area where all the padding and mats were set up for practicing stunt and fight scenes. You saw Erin and some of the stunt performers. You walked over with a small smile. “Morning!”

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