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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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Maybe the Beach isn’t So Bad- Pete Dunne One Shot

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It had been so long since You had been, let alone thought about going to the beach. Spending a few hours on the warm sand, listening to the waves crash against the shore. The beach is your happy place, if you could live there you would, but your boyfriend of three years, Pete Dunne, always said it’s not his thing. 

On one of your rare free days, you beg Pete to go with you to the beach. It takes a little convincing but you finally get him to agree. You put on a simple, black push-up bikini. The bottoms just barely cover your ass and the top creates amazing cleavage. You throw on a tank top and shorts before heading back to where Pete is waiting.

You walk into the living room to see Pete in a pair of bright blue swim trunks. 

“Awe! Don’t you look cute in your bright blue shorts!” You say jokingly. He snarls at you and starts to mumble incoherently under his breath. You grab the beach bag and put your wallet, phone, towels, beach blanket and sunscreen inside. You throw the bag up on my shoulder. 

“Okay, grumpy lets go!” You say with a laugh as you head towards the door. Pete stands up from the couch with a grumble but follows you to the car. You place the bag in the back seat then get in the driver’s seat. Pete takes his sweet time getting into the car. 

You roll your eyes at him, “Hurry your ass up Peter!” You say getting a little annoyed.

“I don’t want ta go!” He grumbles as he slides into the passenger seat. 

“Well suck it up buttercup! You’re going and you’re going to have fun!” 

After a twenty minute ride, you pull up to the beach parking. You quickly put the the car in park and get out.

You grab the beach bag and head towards the white, hot sand. You look back and see Pete, several steps behind you. You stop and wait for him to catch up. He catches up and has a snarl plastered across his face. 

You take Pete’s hand and lead him across the beach. You find an empty spot in the sand and lay the blanket down. You sit down on the blanket and look up at Pete. You pat the spot next to you “Sit down! It’s not going to kill you.” 

“Don’t want ta take any chances.” He states crossing his arms

“Come on you stick in the mud!” You say grabbing the sunscreen from the bag. 

He lets out a growl and sits down on the blanket next to me.

“See, the beach is fun place.” You say pulling your tank top and shorts off, revealing your black bikini. Pete’s eyes almost popped out of his head. 

His tongue darts across his bottom lip, “Maybe ya right. The beach isn’t so bad.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Well you better restrain yourself. We just got here and I don’t plan on leaving until the sun sets.”

You lay down on the towel next to Pete and hear him growl. “Pete if you will try and have a good time, I promise you will get a reward.”

He leans down next to your ear and whispers “What kind?”

“Whatever kind you want, as long as I enjoy my day on the beach.”

“Mhm, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” He whispers before biting at your ear.

“Pete stop!” You say flinching.

“Come on love, you know you like it.” He says and you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“Maybe but that is at other times, not while I’m trying to relax.” You grab your tank top and cover my face.

He huffs and and leans back in his elbows. You move the shirt from your face and see him sitting there.

“See you need the sun, you’re very pasty from being in England all the time.”

He mumbles something then sticks his tongue out at you.

“Pete will you at least try to relax? You’re always so busy I figured this would time for us to take a break from our everyday lives.” You sit up. “But if you’re really not enjoying this we can just go back home.” You say starting to put your tank top on.

“No, no, no! I’ll try ta relax. I know you’ve been wantin’ ta relax on the beach. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.” He apologizes and tanks your shirt from your arms.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“I’m sure love.” He nods.

“Ok” you grab you tank top cover your face again as you lay down.

Pete sits up watching you lay there. After a while he slowly relaxes and lays down. Soon you flip over and he still glances at you every few seconds.

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After your day on the beach you and Pete grab dinner then head back home. You make it home and enjoy your dinner. As soon as you both finish eating, Pete is already on you about his reward.

“Pete, I promised you would get one!”

“But I want it now!” He says pouting like a child.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt.6

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. Maybe one cuss word

A/N: bold italics is a flash back 

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     

Three weeks had passed and you were packing your bags for filming. You ended up not getting someone to keep Olivia. She was three months old and in three months she had been through enough. You decided that it was just better to bring her with you. Everyone was used to her, so it wasn’t a problem.

It was around four in the morning and you were getting dressed to head to the airport. The first location of filming was New York. You were trying not to wake Olivia as you got ready.

Over the last three week, your routine became more natural. You figured out different cries from Olivia and what she wanted. She even began to recognize things. It was an amazing thing to watch her reach different milestones. 

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