MyCrazyWorld

credits to @greg-montgomery for the fanfic at the very end.

Arranged. 

Mafia Boss!Chris Evans x Female Reader

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.

This is the backstory to one of my recent fics, Followed. Check it out here! 

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Part 1 - The Wedding (w/c = 9k)

Part 2 -  Assecondami (w/c = 8.1k)

Part 3 - Ferris Wheels and Cotton Candy (w/c  = 5k)

Part 4 - Come Home To Me (w/c = 6.2k)

Part 5 - Amore Mio (w/c = 6.5k)

Part 6 - Blindsided (w/c = 8.3k)

Part 7 - Free (w/c = 7.1k)

Part 8 - Detained (w/c = 10.4k)

Part 9 - A Fresh Start (w/c = 6k)

Part 10 - You Make It Easy (1/03/2022)

Arranged Series Drabbles - 

Chris Challenges Reader at Breakfast

Chris Confronts Readers Father (Chris POV)

Chris and Reader Discuss a Dog 

Chris and Reader Discuss a Holiday Card

Tattoos with Chris

Lydia and Seb Drabble (Lydia POV)

Jealous Reader Pulls Chris From a Poker Game

You teach people how to treat you by what you tolerate.

You’re never asking for too much or asking for the wrong thing; you’re just asking the wrong people.

Rejection is redirection. Better things are waiting elsewhere. Trust in synchronicity.

Here and now is worth being alive and enjoying the moment to the fullest. Not someday when you will have X and Y goal accomplished. You are worthy of letting yourself be happy here and now.

The only limitations in your life are those that you impose on yourself - first and foremost, mentally. So release them.

Work on your goals lowkey, and only share the progress with truly dear people to you, that you know can treasure the delicate energy of a blooming goal, with only positive energy.

When you let go of the old, you tell the universe, “I’m ready for the new.”

these motherfuckers don’t deserve any pussy. fuck their dumb asses. ladies, when a guy asks you out and suggests a place to go, ALWAYS suggest another place to see if his ass is some lame pua wannabe. fellas, stop being a bunch of insecure pussies. this ISN’T how you prove yourselves to be alphas. smfh. real men know when to flex and when to chill, this was a fucking “chill” moment and he blew trying to be “alpha.” dumbass.

“do not tolerate disagreement” wtf?!?! some of you motherfuckers want a fucking dog NOT a woman. 

A few examples:

Constantly move her around, each time she follows you build compliance

Ask for little things, which again builds compliance

Get lots of little yeses in a row to make it harder for her to say no

Location - make it easier for her to come back to yours than get home (eg drive her somewhere)

Talk her into selling herself, once she is in the mindset of demonstrating her value she will retrospectively believe she must have done it because you are high value

Deep dive - basically show interest in her as a person, but in a laid back way so she thinks you’re both interested but not amazed

As soon as she fails to comply, ruin the moment completely and “snap out of it” then try again to escalate to sex (so she will comply so as not to ruin things again)

Use female friends to look popular and well-adjusted so she doesn’t see you as a threat, then basically act as a threat now she has talked herself out of being scared of you

Don’t have conversations by text or phone, just use it to get her to meet you alone

Great advice my mother gave me after I got out of a bad relationship: if you have a gut feeling or thought in your head that isn’t intrusive, listen to it. It’s telling you the bad signs. Never ignore it.

“You and this perfect person, who you’ve never met before, to come out of nowhere, fit into your life perfectly, complete you, and make you whole for the first time in your life, like your mother did for me.”

And even though what he said sounds sweet and whatever, the way it manifested to my seven-year-old self is, “If you are not with someone, you are broken. If you are not with someone, you are incomplete. If you are not with someone, you are not whole.”

And that’s not just something that my dad made me feel, that’s something that we as a society for the last 40 years has made every single child feel. Every Disney prince has a princess, every princess has a prince, and every television show or movie always has a character in it that doesn’t want to be in a relationship. They’re happy with who they are. But guess what, by the end of the series? They were wrong! They were wrong for wanting to be alone, the fucking idiot!

It’s all to do with love. Everyone needs someone. And when you raise children in that world, where everything points towards love, when you’ve raised them for 18 fucking years, when you become an adult for the first time in your late teens and early 20’s, we’re so terrified.

We’re so trying to be an adult that some of us will take the wrong person, the wrong jigsaw, and force them into our jigsaws anyway. I’m going to force this fucking person into our lives because it’s much better to have something than nothing.

Then five years later, you’re stood looking at this jigsaw you don’t recognize, being like, “Ah! There’s a fucking cunt in the middle of this!” And in that moment, you have a very, very difficult question to ask yourself. Do I admit the last five years of my life have been a waste? Do I waste the rest of my life?

The thing you practise is the thing you get good at.

You may not intentionally be practicing “being grumpy” but if you don’t put effort into practicing “not being grumpy” then I’m afraid that’s what you’re doing. It’s hard! It’s really hard! Sometimes, for some things, it’s pretty much impossible and that sucks!

Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Show me post-apocalyptic plus size women with nail studded baseball bats and hand guns and the ability to use both and use them effectively—

Show me a rebel plus size woman screaming for the freedom of her people with a bow and arrow strapped to her back and her fist raised and winning—

Show me a plus size woman who is desired— who is falling in love without thinking twice and fighting for that love and then show me that love withstanding every trial that’s thrown it’s way—

Show me a plus size vampire who is the epitome of desire and sex and lust and beauty and grace and everything so fucking delicious and wanted—

Show me the queen of dragons with thighs that her knight would cave for— beg for— and show me her burning cities to the ground and not regretting a single damn second of it—

Show me something that rivals The Maze Runner, The Notebook, The Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, The Vampire Diaries and give me plus size women in the same roles as Teresa, Allie, Katniss, Daenerys, Elena and make it about the adventures and not about how they’re afraid to look in the mirror—

Show me fearless, loving, loved plus size women on the big screen slaying dragons and slaying men and, yeah I’ll say it, fucking men too—

And women—

Show me plus size women who don’t hate themselves— who have thick arms and thick tummies and— god— thick thighs and love themselves—