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You have no idea how excited I am!

PT 14 IS COMING TONIGHT!! 5:30PM CT ♥️ 🏒

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 😂

This man can throw me over his shoulder anytime!! Another great chapter Cait

arranged: pt. 6 (blindsided)

arranged - pt. 6 (blindsided)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. this series has smut (18+ only).

A/N: love me some angst ;)

W/C: 8.3k

Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)

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Lydia’s hands cupped your shoulders, pushing you back to do a once over, “Well, don’t you just look perky and freshly fucked!” 

“Jesus, Lydia!” You pulled away from her, smacking her arm before taking a seat across from her. 

She wasn’t exactly wrong. 

It’d been a couple of weeks since the night you told Chris you loved him and you guys had just about christened every surface in the house. The bathroom vanity, both dining room tables, the kitchen counter, the pool, his desk in the study…. A bookshelf… You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and neither of you were bothered by that. He’d fucked you over the hood of his car just 20 minutes ago before the two of you parted ways. The man was insatiable. Although it definitely wasn’t one sided. Being with Chris was like having all the comfort of coming home after a long day, mixed with the adrenaline rush of jumping out of a plane coasting at   20,000 feet in the air. You couldn’t get enough either. 

Your eyes scanned the tables around you, hoping they were oblivious to the comment she’d just made, “Why are you like this?” 

A grin spread across her face as she swept her long black hair over her shoulder, “You love me.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, smiling at your best friend. You studied her face for a second, her normally bright, vibrant, green eyes seemed tired, dull. If you didn’t know her so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the dark circles under eyes, strategically covered with concealer. You chewed on your lip for a second, your smile faltering, “Lyds… you doing okay?” 

She waved you off, taking a sip of the mimosa in front of her, “I’m fine.” 

“I’ve known you for like 22 years, what’s going on?”  

Her hands rubbed against her thighs as she shrugged, “It’s just– everything with Seb. I don’t know. It sucks.” 

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Sending hugs and love to all of you guys! Thanks for keeping me entertained with all the fanfics!

You know, if you’re thinking about sending someone a nice message and you’re unsure because you’re shy or whatever, just do it anyway. This world lacks so much kindness, and I see people all the time talking about why receiving a sweet message was the highlight of their day. If you have the ability to literally make someone’s day by taking a moment to say a few nice words like, just do it.

OMG! Cait I don’t think we can all wait you need to release the next chapters!

Can we get like... one line of smut sneak peek? Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

OOOF JUST ONE LINE

HOW ABOUT 2?

SMUT(ish) UNDER THE CUT

You gasped softly when he placed a kiss to the mound of your pussy, shivering when you felt his warm breath against your sensitive skin.

“Mia figa,” (my pussy) he mumbled, his large hands gripping the insides of your thighs.

1. When I was 5 years old I went downstairs to show my dad the library books I just got and tripped down the stairs and had to get my two front teeth removed (they were baby teeth thankfully).

2. I know how to make a margarita, because of my grandma. At my cousins wedding (small, reception at his house), he set out things to make a margarita, I was 19 and only had wine coolers. I put the pre-made margarita in the cup and sprinkled the salt in the glass. She didn’t yell but told me how to make them. Now every year on her birthday Leap Year, or when the family celebrates it I have one in her honor.

3. I’ve only lived in three places. My parents house, apartment in my 20s with my boyfriend/now hubby at the time, and our house now with him and our four crazy kids!

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1. I have broken 2 bones. One happened when I was barely 2 and 1/2.

2. I have been a bridesmaid or maid of honor 11 times. I also sang in 3 other weddings.

3. A small snake got into a bank I used to work at and no one would go near it. After a minute, I grabbed a ruler, coaxed the snake to coil around part of it and took it outside. The manager made me a "snake charmer" award later and had no idea why we all laughed so hard when she gave it to me.

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And so it begins….

out of left field series: pt. 1 - this is bad (chris pov)

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 1 - This Is Bad (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: SURPRISE BITCHES. I am one impatient motherfucker and I needed to post it. SO I BEYONCE’D YOU (not that I’m comparing myself to the queen… but you get it). ENJOY THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES I’M SO EXCITED!

I would be remiss if i didn’t give a huge mfin shout out to @tis-thedamn-season. Like this fic/series would not be where it is without you. Love you bb.

Warnings: Drugs, language, allusions to smut, reader has an abusive/controlling ex, reader and chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!)

W/C: 6.9k

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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 actually happen in the MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OFC made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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He heard your shoes before he saw you.

The harsh clack of your stilettos on the concrete floor sent a wave of relief through his system that was almost immediately washed away and replaced by nerves.

Chris hated disappointing you. He could already picture the resigned look on your face while you crossed your arms and let out a defeated sigh.

Any other time, it probably would’ve bothered him more. But the pounding headache combined with the fact that he was still coming down from a coke-induced high, made it a little hard to focus on anything other than the fact that the room was spinning.

He tried to ground himself, focusing his attention on a scuff that marked the concrete wall across the room instead of the way the room seemed to circle around him despite his ass planted on this extremely uncomfortable mattress.

“He’s in here.”

Chris sat up on the metal ‘bed’, swinging his legs over the side and taking a deep, slow breath. His elbows rested on his knees, face buried in his hands while he waited.

“Thanks, Stu.” The softness of your voice floated through the air, bringing a welcome warmth and familiarity to the chill of his cell.

The sound of your heels got closer, scraping to a stop when you’d reached him.

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Tequila Sunrise 1

Warnings: age gap, power dynamics, creep behaviour, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

ft. Cole Turner, older!reader

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You need this. For all the stress of your life, not to mention the added chaos of planning the getaway, you the week to be decent. No, not just decent. It has to be absolutely amazing. You haven’t spent so much time, money, and energy getting this all together for it to just be acceptable. 

You make yourself stop gritting your teeth, a bad habit your dentist and doctor both reproach you for. There’s also that pesky blood pressure issue and the stress headaches. That’s why you’re desperate for this. It’s not just a girls’ weekend, though none of you are really ‘girls’ anymore, it’s a therapeutic detachment from reality.  

For the next seven days, you are not a manager, you are not an ex-wife, or a middle child. You are on vacation. From all of it, from all of them. 

You’re the first there. That’s typical. Mandy rarely shows up within the first hour of a dinner, Jamila always runs in breathless saying she was somewhere important, Soo cancels more often than she shows, and Elaine is usual right on the dot. 

You made the booking, you have all the confirmations; you’ve checked, doubled-checked, and triple-checked and your early arrival is the very reason. You follow the automated voice of the GPS down the country road, your destination just ahead of you. Jamila found the airBnB online. It had rave reviews and you weren’t into a resort with all the young toned bodies or a beach house with sand blowing in from the beach. 

Maybe it’s age, maybe you’ve always been boring, but the farmhouse getaway sounds about your speed. You trust that you’ve brought enough wine and snacks to see you through a relaxing but rustic reprieve. You steer up to the wooden gate in the farmhouse style, the sort of vintage piece you see in films, and stop. 

You lean forward and tap your phone, leaving it on the dashmount as you flip through the app. The entry instructions... ‘honk’. What? 

You sit back and lay your palm gently on the horn. You don’t think you’ve ever actually used it. You put your weight into it and the blare makes you yipe and retract your arm. You sit there and idle just outside the gate. 

Should you get out and do it yourself? The latch looks easy enough. 

Before you can muster your courage to let yourself in, a voice calls and a man catches your sight with a waving hand. He runs down, his flannel shirt billowing open around a ribbed tank top. A tuft of sandy hair sticks out awkwardly at his crown and his jaw is dusted with heavy stubble. He’s about a decade younger, at least, and shows it. 

“Hey,” he calls out as you roll down your window. 

He unlatches the gate from the inside and lifts it as he pulls it open. He smiles as he steps back and waves you through. You slowly roll forward and stop just beside him. 

“Am I in the right place? I have a booking for a farmstead?” You ask. 

“That’s me,” he grins, his blue eyes sparkling as he bends to look you in the face, “you’re just going to wanna pull all the way down,” he points and looks after his hand, “you’ll be staying in the guest house. It down the other end of the property. Secluded so you don’t need to worry about me.” 

“Oh,” you try not to show your concern. That wasn’t in the listing. It’s supposed to be a girls’ weekend, not a supervised outing. 

“Your family following you up?” 

“Pardon?” You keep your foot on the brake. 

“Yeah, I saw the booking for five. You must have quite the clan.” 

“Uh, no, my friends,” you explain. 

“Oh, well I hope you ladies have a good time. I’ll just grab my truck and follow you down. Straight shot, just keep going down the road. You can’t miss it. I’ll be right behind you to show you around.” 

“Mm, okay,” you agree dully. “Thanks.” 

“Cole,” he offers his name and hand, and says your name in return, “that’s you, right?” 

“Yep,” you answer. Definitely the right place. 

“I’m just around in case there’s any issues. Maintenance or whatever. Swear, you’ll hardly even know I’m here. I’ll be around the main house,” he looks behind him at the large farmhouse, “guest house is way better. Fully updated. Oh and I just redid the bathrooms.” 

“Oh, sounds great, the pictures looked wonderful,” you give a fragile smile, “so, uh, straight ahead?” 

“You got it,” he slaps the top of the car and keeps his hand there. His chest hair peeks out from under the tank as his neck tendons clench, “take it slow. I can’t lose any more chickens.” 

“Oh my,” you grimace. 

“Uh, yeah,” he laughs, “sorry, kinda grim. Well,” he pushes himself straight. His tank is almost transparent with sweat as it clings to his stomach, “I’m sure you’re dying to get settled.” 

“Yeah,” you agree and turn your sights ahead of you. 

He steps back and you ease onto the gas. As you clear him, he’s running off across the grass. He has a lot of energy. It’s the perfect contrast to your complete lack of. 

You keep your eyes straight ahead and follow the worn and weathered tire tracks. Your car jostles with the lumpy ground and you stay alert for any feathery creatures wandering around. Maybe it isn’t the ranch house paradise you thought but it’s still palatial. You won’t care much once you have some wine in you. 

I am so freaking excited for this, not just cause it’s written by Cait, but it has my two loves Hockey and Chris Evans!!

If only it was the Blues instead

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The Boston Brute

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. 

A/N: This series will have smut, this is an 18+ blog. Minors, DNI. 

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Part 1 - Mr. Evans (1/17/2021)

Part 2 - Sweden Sounds Nice (1/21/2021)

Part 3 - The First Game (1/24/2021)

- there will be additional parts, this is all that I have written out so far! -

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.

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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.”