NHL!Chris Evans x Female Reader -
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″, r...
The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 5 (I Should've Known)
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: Legal alcohol consumption (the reader is in their late 20s). Language. Chris is an asshole. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. SMUT - Oral (fem receiving), protected sex. Lots of Angst, Neglect. (18+, please.) Let me know if I missed anything!
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 its players.
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"Just do it."
Your head snapped over from your computer screen, eyes bugging at Layne.
She held her hands up defensively. "Sorry. Sorry. Just do him."
You groaned, rolling your eyes. Had she not heard anything that came out of your mouth over the past hour? Layne taunted you with a look, smirking at your visible distress.
You pinched your eyes shut, burying your face in your hands and letting out a soft groan. You'd been so on edge since your 'truce' with Chris and you haven't even spoken to the man since Monday!
Something changed between you two. You could feel it. But you didn't know what. He had accepted your simple peace offering of coffee before skating off and since then, zip. Nada. Nothing. No accidental run-ins, no walking you to your car at night. You'd seen him on the rink, he was definitely here. Just not... around.
Today was Thursday. And you were desperately trying to stop yourself from reading into the fact that after he skated away from you and winked that he said 'see you Thursday'. Because it didn't mean anything. Just that you'd see him. Probably. Maybe.
No... Definitely. You definitely would be seeing him tonight. In a couple of hours.
Another home game. You'd be behind the bench with him at the game. Not that he spent that much time on the bench. But still. The thought of being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity across your body, but you just pretended like you didn't know what to make of it.
"But seriously, Y/N. Do you actually think that people follow that clause?"
"Yes!" You shouted incredulously. "Do people not?"
