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Fixer Upper - Mechanic!Curtis AU Masterlist

A/N: Here is the masterlist for the Mechanic!Curtis AU! This won’t be a full series, but a collection of interlinking oneshots, drabbles etc as and when I think of them!

They won’t be posted in chronological order but the Masterlist will be!

If there’s a scene you want to see let me know by sending me an ask!

Warnings will be tagged in each part!

Saving Dougie

Change The Oil

IS THAT AN AXE?!

Open Mic Night

Grow A Pair

F*ck Him

Drinks Maybe?

The First Date

Glowing Review

Titles

Come Closer

The Worst Kind Of People

The Grinch

Fiddling Fingers

Glasses Are Sexy

Newest Crewmate

The End Of The Road

A Long Day

Headcanons/Extras

What does Curtis drive?

Happy Valentine’s Sweetheart

I can’t wait to see a if you do a little Drabble of Chris trying to work out and Dodger messes him up!

arranged: pt. 9 (a fresh start)

arranged - pt. 9 (a fresh start)

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, angst, fluff, alcohol

W/C: 6k

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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“Please?” you begged, your lower lip pushed out in a pout, “I need this. We need this.” 

Chris cocked an eyebrow, taking a deep breath as he rested his hip against the kitchen counter. He narrowed his eyes for a second, shaking his head, “A party?” 

You closed the distance between the two of you quickly, resting your hands on his crossed forearms, “Nothing crazy! Just– you know… the families… some friends. I mean, you know…” 

“Everyone?” He chuckled, finishing your sentence. 

It’d been almost two weeks since the FBI raided your home, leaving everything a complete disaster. Chris was adamant you stayed in the hotel until everything was finished, insisting that you’d been through enough and didn’t need to see the house in the state that it was in. The Four Seasons was nice, but it wasn’t home and you were beyond ready to return to a somewhat normal schedule. Today was your first day back and instead of settling and relaxing, your mind immediately went into ‘party’ mode. After the craziness of the past month or so, you needed it. The families needed it. Your fathers betrayal was driving a wedge between everyone and this could be a good way for everyone to remember that we’re all in this together. 

Gina and a couple of her friends worked day in and day out the entire time you were gone to get everything back in order, restocking the fridge, the pantry, and all of your baking essentials. Every book was placed back onto its rightful shelf, your old furniture was hauled out and replaced by a brand new version of itself, everything was organized and perfect. She deserved another raise. 

Seb, Russo, and Romano coordinated a sweep for bugs, finding one in the kitchen and one in Chris’s study, both were promptly removed and destroyed, but it was evident that Chris was on the FBI’s radar and that wasn’t changing any time soon. Tony was still on the outs and he wasn’t happy about it. He’d been by the house several times to try and talk to Chris, but he didn’t trust him. Chief Anders swore up and down he wasn’t tapped, but still, Chris told you of his reservations and told you not to let him in the house if he wasn’t home. 

Things were… complicated right now. But in a way, it felt like a fresh start. Your father being dead was a fresh start. For everyone involved in his web of lies and bullshit. A party was a great way to bring everyone together again.

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Amazing as always!!! I always love her stories!

arranged: pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)

arranged - pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)

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. (18+ only, please), some violence, nothing crazy though. 

A/N: I absolutely adore this part

W/C: 5k

Italian and Italian translation in italics.

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Before you knew it, it was Saturday. One week. You’d been married to Chris for a week. Everyday, you got to know him better and better. You shared many laughs and late nights, talked about your favorite books, movies, favorite genre of music. The two of you were nowhere near the life of love and happiness that your mother predicted, but you were friends. 

Ever since that day with the alarm and the guns and the conversation you had with Chris about your mothers expectations of you, you stopped getting up so early. Chris insisted that you stop setting an alarm and just wake up whenever you wanted, but getting up and at least starting breakfast for him gave your days a little bit of purpose. 

Today, you had a plan. You were starting to get a tad stir crazy and thanks to the phone Chris had set up for you and your new best friend, Google, you’d found out about a carnival happening in town and were planning to ask Chris on a date. He made it very clear that he was in absolutely no rush to get anywhere romantically with you and normally, you’d be a little insulted by that, but you knew it was just him being respectful and a gentleman. You also knew that you were the only one who saw that side of him and that made you giddy inside. 

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arranged: part 10 (you make it easy)

arranged - pt. 10 (you make it easy)

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. lots of fluff, SMUT (18+ only, minors, DNI) 

W/C: 8k

A/N: This is the last part to this awesome series, you guys! I cannot thank you enough for all of the love and support for this series. Like you guys absolutely blew my mind. I love you all! 

ps - anon asks are turned back on

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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Before you knew it, you and Chris were quickly approaching your first anniversary as husband and wife. It was kind of strange to think about everything that had happened in the past year and how different things were when you first got married. 

You didn’t even know that Chris was capable of loving you the way that he did. Your heart swelled when you thought back to your conversation the week of your house party when Chris confessed that because of you, he knew a life of love and laughter. He didn’t know it, but you weren’t sure if he would ever say anything about your love life that would top that.

 Often when you were young, you fantasized about what your life would be like when you were a ‘grown up’ and you wondered if you would find love or be trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage like your mamma. You were so overwhelmingly happy knowing that you got out. You broke the cycle. You would never spend another day afraid of someone who was supposed to love you and take care of you. In the beginning, you didn’t 100% believe Chris when he said that he would never hurt you, but now, you did. 

You laid on the couch, your back pressed against Chris’s chest while Dodger laid on your feet, New Girl playing on the TV. Popping another gummy bear into your mouth, you lifted your chin to look at him the best you could, “You know… I wish we could get married now.” 

You didn’t have the best view of him with how you were laying, but you could see enough to watch his brows push together in confusion, “We are married, what are you talking about?” 

“You know,” you paused to pop another gummy bear into your mouth, “now that we like each other.” 

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the boston brute - pt. 2 (sweden sounds nice)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 2 (Sweden Sounds Nice)

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, legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s), reader talking down about herself a little. 

A/N: I need Connor in my life honestly. 

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 it’s players.

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“He’s not that bad…” 

You rolled your eyes at Connor, moving the mouse so the computer came to life. It was almost 8am, Connor’s appointment with you was at 8:30, but he always brought you coffee and joined you at open so he could talk your ear off about whatever or whoever he did this weekend. Today, it was different. You were beyond exhausted after being kept awake all weekend by Marlowe and Payton’s relentless porno making and were not looking forward to the fact that you had to deal with Chris later today, too, so instead of focusing on Connor, you vented. 

About everything. Not that he seemed to care. 

But first, it started with Marlowe and Payton and your annoyance with their constant need to be wrapped up in each other, Connor’s rebuttal being that you were sad and single. Maybe he wasn’t wrong… but that didn’t save him from the shoulder punch you threw his way. 

Then, you went off on a tangent about Chris. His attitude, his stupid fucking scowl and constant need to argue and undermine everything that came out of your mouth.

Connor’s ‘not that bad’ was in reference to your comment comparing him to Satan. You begged to differ. 

“He is that bad, Connor.” You scoffed, shaking your head while you sipped from the large latte he provided this morning, “He’s probably not all sexist and grumpy when he’s around you.” 

Connor’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “Sexist?” 

“Why else would he want someone else? He thinks I’m incapable of helping him because I’m a woman.” 

His eyes narrowed, “Did he say that?” 

You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the computer so you could print out the client sheet for today. 

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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 series drabble: promise?

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Promise?

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:  Language, I think. Some fluff. Nothing too crazy!

W/C: 724

A/N: just a little something something as i write part 14! not the best thing i’ve ever written but that’s life hahaha

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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You rolled over to face Chris, the sheets of his bed, cold against your bare skin. “That’s the first time you ever saw me?!” Your mouth dropped open while Chris chuckled, his arm sneaking under you to pull you closer. 

He shrugged. “I mean, are you really that surprised? You guys were together for like… ever.” 

Chris had just revealed to you that the first time he’d ever laid eyes on you, was an Instagram post from fucking Dean. And you knew precisely what post he was talking about. 

Dean had just won the Stanley Cup and it was his turn to have the cup for the day. All he wanted to do was take a picture of you on his lap while he ate Lucky Charms out of the bowl. You fought him on it for hours because you had also just found out that he’d cheated on you. 

Your bag was packed. You were going to leave. But he begged and begged until your resolve finally cracked and you agreed to one picture because at this point, taking the damn picture would probably get you away from him faster. 

He claimed his mother wanted it, but you should’ve known that wasn’t the case. His mother couldn’t stand you. You didn’t come from money, so in her eyes, you weren’t fit for her son. 

But you sat on his lap and plastered on a fake smile and let the picture be taken. 

20 minutes later while Dean shotgunned beers in the backyard with his douchebag friends, you were loading your bags into Marlowe’s car and never looked back. 

Thank god.

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arranged: pt. 5 (amore mio)

arranged - pt. 5 (amore mio)

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. SMUT. oral, fingering, unprotected sex (18+only)

A/N: oooooof this part is steammmmyyyyy

W/C: 6.5k

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!

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Sooo…” you leaned back against the counter, pausing for a second to roll your bottom lip between your teeth while you toweled off your wet hands, “Will you be home for dinner?” You watched Chris move through the kitchen quickly, paying attention to his phone. 

“No,” he responded quickly, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, putting his phone to ear when it rang, “Yeah?” 

You watched him for a second, setting the hand towel back on the counter while trying to brush off the disappointment panging in your chest. Almost every dinner for the past 3 weeks was spent much like the first few days of your marriage. Alone, leaving a plate for Chris in the fridge. Only now, the plates were there the next morning instead of eaten and cleaned. Chris’s presence around the house had been scarce while he and Romano tracked down whoever ordered the hit. You made the mistake of asking why they couldn’t get the cops involved, which Chris scowled, growling out, “No. Cops.” and then left. Again. 

You understood why he was busy, after visiting Sebastian, you wanted whoever ordered the hit to pay, too. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. Things had gotten lonely around here, there were only so many ways you could distract yourself. Although, the many Amazon packages being delivered everyday proved that you were at least trying. 

Turning around, you dipped your hands back into the soapy water, grabbing the sponge to finish off the dirty dishes from your 10th attempt at making the perfect batch of chocolate chip cookies. Chris stepped into the other room for his call, leaving you to it. Once again, you were trying to convince yourself that he was just busy and it had nothing to do with you. It was his job. His life. One of his men was attacked and it was up to him to make them pay. That was his life. You were just his wife. If there’s anything you learned about this life, it’s that you would take a back burner. 

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