Summary: You are a 22-year-old student of journalism and your boyfriend is a 39-year-old man with a slight obsession of his dog. Every time he posts a new photo on his Instagram, there is some part of your life behind it.
Stories that can be read as one shot or part of the New Dodger Photo series:
Piano, Thanksgiving and heart attack
Summary:Â I think the title explains it all.
I do not stare, I admire
Summary: Sweet morning with Chris and Dodger
Christmas Shopping
Summary:Â A little Christmas shopping trip and your first Christmas gift
You Are My Home
Summary: Lying in bed with Chris
Merry Christmas
Summary:Â Every woman loves diamonds
Flashback
Summary:Â A memory of one evening that changed your life.
Inside Chris Evans Phone
Flannel and glasses
Summary: Chris has a really hard time concentrating when wearing his clothes... and glasses.
My dadâs friend
Summary: What can go wrong when the sexual tension is unbearable and you dad decides to enter your wardrobe at the wrong time. Oh and when the main reason is Chris Evans
Mentally tired
Summary: You always considered yourself a mentally strong person, but suddenly someone managed to break you in a way you didn't think you could. For the first time in your life you felt so many things at once and you were powerless, there was nothing you could do. Fortunately, there was someone in your life who, although only hugged you, made you feel that you had a place in this world.
Heâs mine
Summary: You don't like when someone touches what is yours.
 Steve Rogers:Â
A Single Shot of Love (in progress)
Summary: She is a federal agent and he is the boss of one of the most powerful mafia. Fate wanted their paths to cross, which could cost them both more than they were willing to sacrifice.
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These were the first words that came out of your mouth after Chris returned from Prague. The first of many you have spoken leading to Chris sleeping on the couch in the living room and you sleeping in the guest room. This is because neither of you was able to look at the other, let alone sleep in the same bed in which you promised yourself that you would never fall asleep when argued.
The next day you woke up and quickly realized that you were alone. Chris was nowhere to be like Dodger. There was a note on the kitchen island that read:
You know where to find me - C.
He did not write "I love you", "have a nice day", and nothing of the other endings he always gave on such messages. You took a deep breath trying to hold back the tears. You thought that with the advent of summer and more free time, both of you would spend your time a bit differently. And here it turns out that everything leads to the end of your shared history.
For the rest of the day you were walking around the house looking for a place for yourself and you couldn't find one. Toward evening you felt even more sorrow and sadness. You wanted to hug him and apologize, but your pride wouldn't let you. Suddenly the doorbell rang. At first, you thought maybe Chris was back, but on the other hand, why would he ring the doorbell.
"Scott?" you were surprised to see the younger Evans
"Hi. I think we need to talk "
"Chris told you about our argument?"
"He's my brother Y / N" you nodded, handing him a beer and sitting next to him on the couch "I guess he didn't tell you who the woman you found a home after returning from Paris"
"Do I want to know?" you asked hesitantly.
âDine is our old childhood friend. When she and Chris were teenagers, they promised each other that when they both turned 40 and were still single, they would get married. "
On the second day when Scott was working on something (because he insisted on staying with you), you decided to go to Chris. You knew that he always likes to go camping or to a cabin in the mountains after finishing a movie. The weather did not allow camping, so a cottage in the mountains was the only possible place.
Another car was parked beside the car. You knew him, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions, so you knocked on the door.
"Y / N" Chris's blue eyes sparkled instantly. He is glad to see you.
It was her and she was wearing his t-shirt. Your heart stopped and fell to the very bottom of your soul, breaking into a million little pieces. You suddenly felt sick and the blood in your body boiled. You felt as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, threw it on the ground, and trampled it on. You've never felt such pain. You never thought such pain as possible, and you will feel it.
What she was doing in a place of existence that only you and Scott knew except for Chris, of course. And in his clothes too. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe what she said was true.
"It's not what you think ..." Chris began, but tears welled up in his eyes.
"Don't make an excuse," you turned and left.
When you entered the house you headed straight into the bedroom ignoring Scott's questions about what happened and why are you crying. You grabbed a small bag from your wardrobe and stuffed some of the most important things into it, and then headed towards the exit.
"Y / N, what the hell happened ?!"
You paused for a moment, turned to Scott.
"Give it back to him," you said and left
Scott didn't have time to react, just looked at his hand where the diamond engagement ring was lying.
Steve x reader (series): Y / N is the daughter of a mafia boss, but she wants a completely different future for herself than her mother would like, and so she becomes one of the Avengers. But it would be too boring to just become a superhero. First, she has to face her past.
Chris x reader (max 3 parts): Y / N must complete an internship as a student and start working on an ASP project.Â
A/N:Â It's been a while since my last post here. But I'm back, I think so and I will write more. I have one ff with Steve during my work, so maybe you will see something new. For now catch the new (late) part of the NEW DODGER PHOTO SERIESÂ
Summary: One stranger is enough to challenge what should last forever and undermine the love written in the stars.
Words: 900+
Warnings: angst, smut, fluff
My masterlist
New Dodger Photo SeriesÂ
This was Chris's first project he got involved in since you became a couple. Of course, you knew what you were writing for, however, the theory has nothing to do with reality.
The first night without Chris was a nightmare. You couldn't sleep, you woke up every now and then, and although the enormous royal bed was the most comfortable place on earth, now it felt like you were lying on a piece of wood with studded nails. Poor Dodger also had trouble finding a suitable place. You just didn't know if it was because its owner was gone or because you were restless. The following nights weren't any easier. You tried to sleep in the guest room, the living room, and even the office. Of course, you didn't mention it to Chris because he would get on the first plane and go home right away. After two weeks, you got your first night's sleep without getting up and looking next to your boyfriend's body. Dodger also clearly calmed down which made you very happy.
It was Chris's birthday and you wanted everything to be perfect. You came up with an idea to surprise Chris. So you bought a ticket to Paris, left Dodger in Lisa's care, and wrote to Scott what the plan was. Everything ran smoothly and without complications. You both ate a delicious dinner, but you didn't make it to dessert.
His cock was inside you hitting all the right places deeply. He wasn't gentle, his fingers digging into your body holding you in a position that was comfortable for him. And you barely stood on your feet and held on to the balcony railing, struggling not to moan like a cheap whore. But you had to admit that you were her to this man.
"Oh god. You're so good, âhe growls, feeling you clench around its length. You felt every vein on his big cock and how it pulsates telling you that he is close.
âCum inside me, I Â want to be full of you, âyou gasped.
Chris snarled in response and began hitting your sweet spot harder.
It was the first of the few rounds of the evening. However, all good things come to an end, and after two days of plenty of sex, sleeping, and eating, each of you had to come back to your unwanted reality.
You picked up the Dodger from Lisa and went straight to your house. A black Mercedes was parked on the driveway. You have not remembered inviting any guests, and even more so, none of your mutual or separate friends drives such a car.
The door was open. You reached into your purse for pepper spray and squeezed the Dodger harder.
"Take it easy" you whispered to him or yourself, you didn't know who you want to calm down yourself.
"I'm in the kitchen!" you heard a woman's voice "Hey I thought you were in Par ... Who the hell are you?" the black-haired woman was standing in an apron and was baking a cake.
"I think I should ask this question"
Dodger was clearly not happy to see the intruder because he started to growl softly.
"I am Dien. I am Chris's wife and wife."
Did she just say ... What the fuck ?!
"Excuse me? I must have misheard," you shook your head.
"I do not understand?"
"Well, apparently," you said, "I don't know who you are and what you're doing here, but there is a door," you pointed "And if you have a problem with that, I'll be happy to call nice gentlemen in the police who will help you get out" you added.
The woman looked at you for a moment, unable to understand something.
"You're Dodger's babysitter right?" she said after a while, "Chris didn't tell you I was coming."
You opened your eyes wide. The blood started flowing faster through your veins and the pressure jumped up.
"I didn't think of anything, but you must have imagined something," she said and turned to the bowl full of dough. You wanted to grab her by the hair and force her out the door. But you were afraid that you might have a gun with you.
"Come on again. Get out of my house or I'll call the police."
"Listen to me girl. Whether you like it or not, I'm getting married to Chris" she started taking off her apron and reaching into her purse. You tightened your fingers on the gas bottle tighter but loosened the ones on the dog's leash.
"If you want, I'll call Chris and tell you himself", she raised her eyebrows, holding the phone in her hand.
"Get the fuck out of my house," you said firmly.
A smile appeared on the woman's face, "Maybe I expressed myself a little bad at the beginning, but you will not become his wife. Your name is Y / N, right? He told me about you."
The woman started walking slowly towards the door, but before she left she added. âDarling, he doesnât care. He doesnât think about you at night. He doesnât talk about you and about how bad he misses you. Sweetheart, he doesnât care about you and he doesnât love you, maybe he never did. And everything is and was a lie. Iâm sorryâ and she left. Leaving you with a thousand thoughts, confused and shocked. Who was this woman and what was she talking about?
 Leaving you with a thousand thoughts, confused and shocked. Who was this woman and what was she talking about?
