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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 23.5

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: Ellie and Scott watching an

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The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 23

Episode 23.5: Go Ducks!

October 11, 2014

"I hope you're right about this," Scott muttered as he and Ellie walked towards the front door of a bar.

"I've been here before," Ellie said with a roll of her eyes. "This is the place to watch Oregon Duck football in Los Angeles. It's our official bar, you might say."

There was a smattering of Oregon Duck fans in the front of the bar as well as other college football fans who had gathered to watch games, but it wasn't until they got into one of the private rooms that they found the watch party of fifty people or so gearing up for the start of the game.

"I've never seen so much green and yellow in one room," Scott mumbled under his breath, making Ellie grin.

"You poor, deprived angel," she said, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "It's good I came into your life when I did."

"I know you're being a sarcastic bitch on purpose," he told her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "But you're right."

"Come on, let's get some food and try and find seats," she said.

Prior to sending Lisa her two weeks' notice, Ellie had told Scott that she wasn't going to work at the house anymore. He hadn't been shocked; he'd seen the writing on the wall as she separated herself from his brother. But he had been worried about what it meant for their friendship.

Ellie had assured him that her moving out and no longer coming to the house wouldn't have any impact on their relationship. Sure, she wouldn't be around all the time, but they'd still get together and hang out. The only stipulation being that it wouldn't happen at Chris's house.

Since then, they'd gotten together at least once a week. Whether it was to watch a movie at her apartment or going out for a meal together.

Today's outing for the Oregon Duck vs UCLA Bruins football game was a bonus event. They had played with the idea of going to the actual game since it was in Los Angeles, but after seeing the price of the tickets and where the visiting teams' fans sat, they had opted to come to the alumni watch party.

With plates loaded with food, they found an empty table and sat down. While they waited for the game to start, they talked about Scott's current projects as well as about Ellie's new side project, volunteering at an afterschool program three days a week.

When the game finally started, Scott wasn't sure what to expect from the crowd that had gathered to watch the game. It was a mix of mostly adults from their late 20s to a couple who looked like they were in their 80s, and there were even a few kids in attendance.

He wasn't a fan, yet, but he had been following the Oregon Ducks football team this season if only for Ellie to have someone to talk to about the games. He knew that despite losing their coach, Chip Kelly, to the NFL earlier in the year, the Ducks were in the midst of what promised to be an amazing season with their quarterback Marcus Mariota leading the way.

Then last week happened. The Ducks suffered their first loss of the season against the Arizona Wildcats and it had been a close game that had unraveled at the end. With that loss, Oregon had dropped from #2 in the national football rankings down to #12.

With that in mind, Scott had expected the watch party goers to be subdued, but they surprised him. They'd been vocal and cheering from the kickoff. Even Ellie, after a few plays, got into the excitement.

By halftime with the Ducks ahead 21 to 10, the group became more relaxed and started to mingle. The people at the table next to them teased Scott about his lack of school spirit. Ellie's attempt to help him out, by saying that he was originally from Massachusetts, hadn't helped him at all. Which was how he ended up the winner of the raffle prize, an Oregon duck shirt and hat, when the real winner had learned he didn't have any Duck stuff.

Wearing his new Oregon Duck t-shirt and hat, Scott found himself cheering along with Ellie and the rest of the group as the third quarter got started. The Ducks scored two touchdowns within a few minutes and then scored another touchdown to start the fourth quarter. Making the score 42 to 10.

The tension and unease that had been in the private room when they'd first arrived at the bar was gone, replaced with confidence of their team's ability to bounce back from defeat. Even Scott found himself caught up in it.

With the starters off the field and the backups in for the Ducks, UCLA managed to score three touchdowns in the fourth quarter, but it was too little too late for the home team. The Ducks ended up winning 42 to 30.

As the game ended and Ellie chatted with the couple at the table next to them, Scott found himself remembering the games that he, Ellie and Chris had watched together last season. Both for football and baseball. Even the games their teams had lost in had been fun to watch because of who he had been with.

Obviously, he and his brother hadn't watched any games together this year, but neither had he and Ellie. It wasn't until now, as they were getting ready to leave the bar, that Scott realized how much he had missed watching football with her, and his brother. Both separately, but also together.

He knew that Ellie had needed to take a step back after everything that happened with Chris and Scott fully supported her. She was finding out who she was and becoming an independent woman.

A woman that Scott was still 100% sure was the right one for his thick-headed brother.

Someday and somehow, he would prove that to both of them.

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[i-the-hell-is-bvcky]

Summary: Reader is a bounty hunter for shield and Steve is the world’s best mercenaries who S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to catch. So what happens when she meets him and that plan goes out the window? This is part 6/10

Pairing: Spy!Reader x Mercenary!Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1,650

Warnings: SMUT (18+), language

A/n: Sexy times are ahead and just a reminder to always use protection and ask for consent! Thank you @great-neckpectations for helping me out with the kinks (haha get it?)!

Their mouths meld together as the fumble their way toward Y/n’s bed. Y/n clumsy removes her heels as they make-out while Steve’s nimble hands make quick work of her dress, the flimsy fabric falling to the floor softly. Y/n wrestles with the buttons on his shirt, popping a few buttons off in the process. She runs her hands up and down his firm chest, marveling at the soft hair that covers it. Steve dips his head to her neck, kissing the spot just below her ear as his hands move to her butt and gives it a firm squeeze. 

“Grant,” she moans with his lips suckling on her neck. 

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he mumbled as he pushes her onto the bed. He looks like something out of a dream. His upper body is exactly what she imagined; taut and powerful. Steve looks down at her with so much hunger it makes Y/n want to crawl into herself. “Would you like that, pretty girl? Mhm, get my tongue all over your pussy?” She shudders and sits up to grab at his belt. 

“If you don’t, I might explode,” she says. Steve chuckles deep in his chest and cups her face, tilting her head to look up at him. She knows this is a bad idea but the way Steve is looking at her is fueling the fire burning in her belly. Steve moves her grabby hands from his crotch to undo his pants himself. The two lock eyes as he slowly unbuckled his pants. Y/n sucks in a sharp breath when he finally drops his pants, the outline of his cock prominent against his dark boxer briefs. Y/n imagines the thick muscle in her mouth, how it might be heavy on her tongue and how it might taste. With a lick of her lips, She reaches and he grabs her hand.

“As much as I would love for you to suck my dick, I want to eat you out until you beg me to stop. Lay down,” he commands. 

“Well shit, Grant.” She says and she moves back on the bed to lay down on the bed. With legs spread, Y/n beckons him toward her. Steve grins and drops to his knees at the end of the bed. He grips her calves and pulls her roughly to the edge. 

“Eager…” she teases as he thumbs at her panty covered pussy. 

“You have no idea, princess.” Steve kisses the insides of her thighs, drawing deep moans from Y/n. The first lap of Steve’s tongue on her slit makes Y/n want to crawl out of her skin. Grabbing hold of Steve’s blond locks, she rolls her hips into his face begging for more. Steve is more than happy to oblige her as he dips the tip of his tongue into her dripping hole before licking up to her clit.

“Fuck! Just like that,” she sighs. With every lick, Y/n’s breath is stolen from her, mind heavy with lust and the desire to orgasm. The scratch of his beard is added stimulus that drives her closer to the edge.

“Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” Steve says as he plays with her slick with one finger. Y/n shrinks in embarrassment and tries to close her legs but he is having none of it. “Nuh uh pretty girl, you keep those legs open. I’m not done yet.” Steve’s mouth isn’t made of sin and Y/n totally okay with going to hell over it. He laps at her cunt, making obscene slurping sounds as he drinks her in. 

“Right there, fuck you’re gonna make me come.” Her voice is high and strange to her. She thinks about how long it’s been since she had her pussy ate this well and she shudders. Steve wraps his arm over her lower stomach, holding her in place. 

“Come for me, I want you to soak my face.” Y/n comes with a loud squeal, her hands digging into his hair. Steve moans deeply and continues to lick at her clit. 

“Enough,” she sighs. “I want you inside me now.” Steve kisses her pussy lightly and stands up. Looking at Steve through hooded eyes, she watches him palm his large cock through his boxers. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?” He taunts. All Y/n can do is nod and spread her legs for him, letting him a clear view of her pussy. 

“Fucking hell, you’re trying to kill me.” Steve removes his boxers and Y/n’s jaw drops.

“Shit.” He’s huge! His dick is perfect with a thick vein wrapping around it and drippy precum at the pink tip. The thought of Steve splitting her in half has Y/n uncomfortably wet. Steve just smiles back at her and kneels on the bed, slowly making his way up her body with wet kisses. He takes her breasts in his large hands and squeezes them firmly, fingers rolling the pert nipples. She lifts her chest toward him wantonly, her body on autopilot. 

“Gorgeous,” Steve moans as he takes one ample breast into his mouth. He suckles on it, flicking his tongue against her nipple before pulling off of it with a pop. Y/n’s hands roam all over his body--her nails scratching lightly down the large expanse of his back then into his hair once again. She thinks about how she would like to have him like this not during sex. Steve’s head on her chest and her fingers massaging his scalp. She shoves the thought aside, too domestic for what her body wants right now. 

“I want you inside me,” she huffs when Steve turns his attention to the right side of her neck. He grinds on top of her, the smooth, hard length of his dick rubbing against her folds. Steve smiles in her neck and boxes Y/n in with his arms. 

“I bet you would, kinda wanna make you work for it, though,” he says. A whine escapes Y/n’s throat and she wraps her legs around his slim waist. Using all the strength she could muster, she forces Steve unto his back. 

“Well look at you,” Steve says with shock and amusement in his voice. His eyes are large, the blue-green irises almost undetectable behind his dilated pupils. “Strong lil’ thing, huh?” Y/n groans and leans down to plant an open mouthed kiss on him. His lips feel so good against hers. That plump lower lip that has had her distracted finally gets to put in work as it pushes roughly at her mouth. She can taste herself on his tongue, a turn on she didn’t even know she possessed. Steve kisses her as if he’s starved, like she might run away. She might though, this moment was never supposed to happen but they’re here now. Together, naked in a hotel room in Rome about to fuck each other’s brains out. He takes a tight hold of her butt, kneading the plump muscle in his hands. Steve lays an experimental smack on one cheek and Y/n practically purrs at the sting. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispers against her mouth before giving her another smack. 

“Wait till you fuck me, sweetheart.” Y/n replies. With a growl, Steve wastes no time pushing his cock inside her, Y/n’s face lights up in ecstasy and surprise. Steve waits a painful beat before fuck up into her slowly, marveling at how tight Y/n is and the way her tits bounce with each thrust. 

“So fucking tight, you take me so well,” Steve grunts. Y/n can’t help but mewl at his words and hide her face in the crook of his neck. He lifts off the bed and flips them so Y/n is again on her back. Steve wraps both of her legs around his lower back, the new angle putting his cock deep inside. 

“Look at me, baby,” he says. “I want to see you fall apart.” Looking Steve in the eye as he fucks her is too much. He looks at her with a carnal desire that she has never seen on a man before. He looks at her as if she’s the sexiest, most lovely woman in the world and it makes her body shiver. This is totally wrong; she’s literally getting fucked by the enemy but she can’t seem to care to stop. 

“Ohmygod.” Y/n is a babbling mess as Steve fucks her thoroughly. She grabs the headboard for purchase but it’s no use. He raises his left hand to her face, his fingers dancing around her mouth. Y/n opens her mouth to hungrily suck on his thick fingers. 

“Such a good girl,” Steve coos. “Bet you’re gonna come for me. Doin’ such a good job milking my cock, gon’ make me come.” 

“Please, I-I want to come, Grant please,” Y/n whines. Steve shushes her and replaces his fingers with his lips. His hips fuck into her harder and faster, the tip hitting all the right places, cock stretching her out. It would be painful if it were a different man, a man who doesn’t know how to use his body but Steve...Steve knows exactly how to make Y/n’s body sing. And sing it does. Y/n orgasms with a shout of his name, half curse and half prayer. He fucks through it, whispering words of encouragement as he chases down his own release. When he does come, it’s with a low groan, his cum coating the inside of her sex as he continues to fuck slowly in her. After a few rolls of their hips, Steve pulls out and falls to the side. The room fills with the slow rhythm of their breath steadying and low buzzing of phone alerts. Steve breaks the silence first.

“I know who you are.”

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2019

This year has been an odd one. I experienced some difficult times and lonely times!! There were times when i didn't want to leave my room and I just stayed there crying so much missing my parents. The beginning of 2019 was... Well it sucked ALOT. But man i am thankful for what i went through because I proved to myself that i can get through anything and guess what, I DID. I got fired from my job that i worked so hard for and hit rock bottom. I failed my classes which meant i didn't get to graduate college this year but that rough patch didn't last long because a job opportunity came my way which was a better one and today i got promoted which i am thankful for!! As for college well I get to graduate in 2020 💃💃💃💃.

Rough times don't last long. Yes we will get beaten down but it's up to YOU to get your ass up and work ten times harder because it will pay off!!

This year also showed me who are my true friends. I'm thankful for those babes because they helped me so much!! ❤

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I hope you all have a Happy New Year. Be safe out there and remember you are starting a new chapter in your lives so kick ass and be the best you!! ❤❤❤

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[avenger-nerd-mom]

Labor of Love

*an Emery&Chris fan fiction*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Word Count:  2363

Summary: Chris and Emery finally welcome their new little one into the world.

REPOSTING WITH WORKING LINKS

April 2019

Walking back to his trailer, Chris fumbles for his phone, nearly dropping it in the bright sun. He squints at the screen, wishing he had his sunglasses with him. The sunlight is deceiving- it’s not as warm as it appears. But since the weekend is supposed to be warmer, he promised his nephews a day at the park Saturday. Watching them play soccer. He chuckles, remembering all the “hot soccer Dad” comments Emery told him about after the weekend press conference.

“Call Emery,” he speaks softly into the phone, waving at a group of fans standing across the street. His handler opens the trailer and he steps inside, flopping in the seat closest to the door. He waits to see her face, surprised when she simply answers as a call, rather than a video chat.

“Hey, Jellybean!” Emery weakly exclaims. “You about done on set today?”

Chris reaches for the call sheet on the other end of the couch. Glancing over it, he replies, “Yeah, about another hour or two. They wanna reshoot one scene, but it shouldn’t take long-” “Was that an actual ice cream shop, or a set? You know I want ice cream.”

“Fuckin’ internet… You’ve already seen fan photos, haven’t you?” Chris chuckles. “Yes, it was a real store.” Ice cream has been one of her pregnancy cravings, along with steak and Capn’ Crunch Peanut Butter cereal.  He can’t keep track of her favorites from week to week. Hell, it’s probably changed in the few days while I was gone to LA for Endgame promo. “What do you want me to bring home?”

“Something with toffee, and pecans.” She says the word in her funny little Southern drawl, ‘pea-CANS.’ “Buttery, vanilla, not chocolate. But, babe, don’t bring it home.” She clears her throat. Stronger, she tells him, “I need you to bring it to the hospital.”

Chris sits up tall, dropping both feet to the floor, ready to jump up in action. “Hospital! Emery, are you in labor? Why didn’t you call me!”

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The King and I Chap. 4

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Chapter 4

It was to be a full day today. Tia had a lot of equipment to set up, numbers to run, and just a full day of errands. However instead of returning phone calls and text messages like how she would normally start her day. She was at the dining room table, answering for her absence at the first night’s dinner.

“Look guys I’m sorry. Y’all know I wouldn’t have missed a dinner unless I was totally swamped.”

Henry and Sebastian looked at each other unamused and unconvinced. Just as they were about to read Tia the riot act, Chris appeared in the dining room to join them for breakfast. He was wearing a navy blue suit, and holding a cup of black coffee. The coffees aromas alone filled the room instantly. And glasses did I mention he was wearing glasses?

“Boys leave Tia alone. She had a long day yesterday, and its to my understanding a long day ahead. Am I correct?” Tia nodded while Chris kissed both boys on the head and sat in between them.

“Daddy you forgot to kiss Tia too.” Sebastian pipped out. Chris and Tia exchanged glances remembering the two lust filled kisses they had had a few short hours before. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart my hair is dirty Ill get my kiss next time.” Sebastian shrugged her response off.

Maurice came out with a huge stack of waffles. As they dug in Tia noticed that Chris’s gaze rarely left her, and he wasn’t eating.

“Dad what’s wrong? You love waffles! Aren’t you hungry?” Henry asked as he stuffed a forkful of waffle in his mouth.

Chris caught Tia’s eyes with his and responded. “I’m starved, just not for waffles bud.”

“Then what do you want for breakfast daddy?” Sebastian asked.

“What I want is too sweet for breakfast. I’m hoping that Ill get it for dessert tonight.” Chris tossed a wink at Tia that made her blush.

Quick on her feet Tia thought on how to respond. “I don’t think we have any ice cream left in the fridge. But I will make sure Maurice has some to satisfy your sweet tooth.” Tia stated with a giggle.

Breakfast continued for another 20 minutes then Tia excused herself. Before she could leave the room, the boys bomb rushed her. She leaned down so they could attack her with kisses. She kissed them both on the forehead and left to get ready to leave. The boys excused themselves up to their rooms, which left Chris sometime to enjoy his breakfast without someone trying to steal his bacon. As Tia was heading towards the front door Chris stopped her.

“Yes your highness? What can I do for you?” She said with a smirk.

A smirk grew on his face as he first looked around as if to make sure they were alone. Then he grabbed her hands in his once the coast was clear. “First, you can call me Chris. I think that is the second time we have had that discussion young lady. If I must have this talk with you again there will be consequences. Secondly I wanted another one of these..” Chris moved his hand under her chin, and lifted her mouth to his. The kiss was brief but sensual. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and lit your core fire to spark on all in the same moment. After the kiss ended Chris leaned down to Tia’s ear and spoke. “I have to leave tonight to go on a political tour, but I will be back at the end of the week. I expect you naked on that big faux fur throw on our bed when I get home Saturday night.”

“Our bed?”

“Considering you won’t be let out of it until Sunday afternoon… Yes, our bed my sweet queen.”

Tia was gob smacked. I mean mouth open, wide eyed, and all. Chris had definitely received the reaction he wanted out of her, and she knew it. It was written all over his face, he didn’t have to say a word.  Once Tia finally picked her mouth up off the ground. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, and on his cheeks as if she was checking for a fever. He looked at her quizzically. “I’m just checking… Because the man that I have known for the last couple of years up until yesterday despised me.” The smile that had planted itself on Chris’s face had left hastefully. He was suddenly filled with sorrow and guilt. Tia could see it, but before he could try to mend it he interrupted her.

“I never hated you Athea.” Tia looked at him eyes wide again. Shaking her head in disbelief. His smile had returned. “Yes I know your real name, I’m the king remember? Plus that’s how my predecessor had you down in the guest book.”

“No one needs to know about that name. Every time someone learns I get to play 20 questions. That’s just between you and me understand?”

“Are you threatening the king?”

“I am the queen, I can do whatever I want.”

“So you will join me this weekend then? I mean since you already claimed the title. I am more than happy to initiate you in to the roll.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would. However, we have 2 problems. One the kids. Two my show is this weekend, I leave on Monday, granted I’ll be back in a week, but nevertheless I have a show.”

“Well it’s supposed to rain, and if it rains you will post pone and stay. Won’t you?”

“Maybe…. But its only supposed to rain on Friday not Saturday.”

“Then I shall will it to rain because I would like to show you just how much I have NOT despised you the last few years.”

Chris had snuck another kiss in before the horn from the tour bus blared; Informing Tia it was time to go. Tis looked back at Chris in that moment she didn’t see him as the king. She saw a life with him and the boys. Having dinner together most nights. Spending the holidays wrapped in their love. Not to mention Chris’s arms. Going trick or treating in disguise, and being woken up on Christmas morning by to very excited little boys. Sitting in between his legs, around the tree next to the fire. While the boys teared into the presents. I could get used to that. She thought. Interrupted by another blaring horn. Tia realized she had been daydreaming a moment to long, and that Chris had been doing the same.

“If it rains, Then I will be waiting for you on Saturday night. If not then…. We’ll rain check for next week.”

“Sounds like a deal.” Before he could say anything else her lips were on his again. This time she slipped her tongue passed his lips just so she could taste him. His strong Earthy dark roast coffee tasted so good coming off his lips. And once again before he could process, the taste of her tongue was gone.

“Bye my king.”

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. The boys stayed busy with all the activities that James and Chris had planned. Tia had learned the new sound board in record time, and everything was ready to go for Saturday. The rain came Friday as forecasted, and quickly cleared after showering all day. Tia was excited, and bummed she wanted to have this concert. But she also wanted to taste her king.

Saturday was going as planned. Breakfast with the boys. Then straight to the yep everything was going great. Until an hour before the show and the master breaker in the arena blew. Tia had no choice but to cancel the concert. She waited, and prayed that the onsite electricians could fix it. When they didn’t show any promise, she had to send everyone who was waiting outside. Mostly everybody took it well. Except a few, but that’s to be expected. Two hours, one massive breakdown, and 3 packed to the brim sound and equipment busses later Tia was finally walking back into her bedroom thoroughly exhausted. She presumed that the boys had already fallen asleep as they normally would be. Too tired to make it to shower, she chopped this incident to fate, and crashed. She got a full half an hour of sleep, before the smell of herself got to her.

She Stumbled to the bathroom, stripped her clothes and began to shower. She realized that she still had her make-up on, and reached outside the steamed-up glass door for her facial cleanser. Blinded by the water streaming down her face when she finally got her hands on something it wasn’t the cleanser that she was reaching for but something else. It was long, warm, thick, and veiny? Nervous she let go and wiped the water off her face. What did she grab, but it wasn’t in this case a what that she grabbed, but a who that she grabbed? Chris of course. He was standing outside the stall in the process of taking off his Military style uniform, with his dick out, and most recently in Tia’s hand! Before Tia could say anything, it was his turn to make the move. Once he was completely naked he stepped in the shower with her.

He took her sponge from her and as her back was pressed against his chest he washed her. Admiring her skin with every slow stroke. The curve of her body drove him wild. He made sure she was thoroughly clean before he gave up the sponge. She motioned for him to turn so she could wash him. She took good care in washing his body. Rubbing the sudsy sponge from his shoulder to his hand and repeating with the other arm. She had forgotten that he had tattoos. She took extra care around them. His most infamous one on his collarbone got the most love. It was her favorite.

“You know I thought we were going to have to reschedule, and then I heard that a breaker blew?” Tia gave a single nod in response and simultaneously letting out a long sigh from the frustration of the memory. “As soon as I heard I told James to let the boys spend the night at Coopers house. When I got home and you weren’t in our bed I figured you would be in the shower or sleeping. To be honest I’m surprised to find that you weren’t sleeping.”

“Oh I was. I’m wiped.”

“Well we are all clean now. Why don’t you come back to my room with me. It’s freezing in the palace tonight, and I have an electric blanket.”

“You just want me in bed for easy access.”

“That too. But I’m exhausted too. I’ve been dealing with idiots what feels like all week. When in reality it’s only been a few days. I promise tonight all I want is to cuddle in bed with my queen naked.”

Tia reached down and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower to the moss rug and grabbed a towel for Chris. They helped each other dry off in silence. And in silence she let him lead her to their bedroom.

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Undeniable Attraction (1/?)

Synopsis: Henry Cavill wasn’t searching for a significant other, yet there is just something about Amara Lewis, an American expat who recently relocated to the United Kingdom, that the Man of Steel just can’t get enough of. Will the couple find a way to make their relationship work with Henry’s hectic schedule or will the romance sizzle before it can even begin?

Pairings: Henry Cavill/Black Original Character “Amara Lewis”

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, language, etc. 

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Chapter 1: To New Beginnings

London, United Kingdom • February 2018

It was a brisk early February morning in London and Henry pulled his parka closer to his body, desperately seeking warmth from the frigid weather. He walked down the familiar streets where his local Brazilian jiu-jitsu gym was located, his gait quick yet steady. Henry discovered jiu-jitsu some time ago, and ever since his wondrous first class, he trained every chance he could. Now, as Henry proudly acknowledged, with a blue belt in the sport, he spent majority of his time at the gym practicing new techniques via rolling, otherwise known as sparring, with his fellow classmates. 

Luckily for him, he could spend hours beyond hours training at the academy, for he had some months before the start of the MI:6 press tour. Yet, as amazing as that sounded, Henry unfortunately had other duties to attend to, such as renovating his kitchen, visiting family and friends, and frequent meetings with his management team. Nevertheless, Henry was ecstatic for the time off.  

On his way inside Roger Gracie’s Academy HQ, he nearly collided with a group of teenaged boys. 

“Sorry, sir,” one of the boys apologized as Henry sidestepped from their direction. 

“No, problem,” he simply smiled with a friendly nod. He watched for a second as the boys teased one another as they walked down the street, the interaction instantly reminding him of the days when he and his brothers used to joke around. 

Clearing his throat, Henry snapped out of his reverie, and headed inside the gym. As usual, the gym was filled with students and parents. However, as soon as he entered the venue, the parents’ eyes shifted their gaze from their children and onto him. Grinning sheepishly, he made his way through the sea of eyes towards the owner, Roger, for his private lesson. He tried his best to ignore all of the overly delighted sighs and flirtatious whispers from the mothers, but that was damn near impossible to do. 

Don’t get him wrong, Henry was indeed confident in his own being, yet being in close proximity to a large group of mums kind of scared him a bit; made him feel flustered. 

Roger chuckled at his misfortune. “You have some fans, I see.”

Henry’s initial response was a dramatic eye roll. “I guess I do, huh?” he mumbled sarcastically. 

Roger shook his head mockingly at him then clapped Henry’s back in greeting. “Ready for our lesson, mate?”

Henry smiled widely. “Can’t fucking wait.”

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For a little over an hour, the two men sparred with one another, and Roger would pause every so often in order to coach Henry. 

Henry’s focus and performance was impeccable throughout the remainder of the lesson. By the end, Henry felt immensely satisfied with his work ethic as well as out of breath. 

Both Roger and Henry sat with their backs against a mirror, gurgled down some water and elevated their breathing before engaging in a light chat. They discusses various topics, including Henry’s schedule for the next few months. 

“The work just don’t stop, does it mate?” Roger chortled then took another long sip from his hydro flask. 

“You don’t want it to stop because then you can’t get paid,” replied Henry with a raise of an eyebrow. 

They both laughed wholeheartedly at the jest. From his peripheral vision, Henry spotted a figure. His head turned in a subconscious reaction and he saw a woman, in a white gi, practicing with one of Roger’s employees. The woman was utterly stunning: her curly black hair tied back in a sleek low bun, pert button nose, brown doe-like eyes bordered by long eyelashes, kissable sultry lips; and soft, blemish-free mahogany skin---not to mention a body that could bring a man into submission. 

“Holy fuckin’ Christ.” Henry practically groaned at the sheer sight of her. She’s gorgeous; an undeniable work of art. How the hell didn’t he notice her before? “Is she new?” he questioned as he glanced over at Roger for a quick second. 

“Yep. Just started not too long ago. She’s a Yankee, apparently,” answered Roger. 

An American? That was different to say the least. “So she lives in London?” Henry’s interest was undoubtedly piqued by the beauty, which was somewhat odd due to the fact that he rarely date anymore. After ending his little rendezvous with stuntwoman, Lucy Cork, whilst filming Mission Impossible: Fallout, Henry sort of disappeared from the dating scene. 

Nonetheless, he was also slowly approaching a mid-life crisis. He was in the midst of getting a motorcycle license and finally receiving the roles of his dreams, yet he know that something was missing: a family. All of his friends and even his brothers had a wife or a fiancée. Hell, many of them had the whole package: the wife, the suburban home, a pet, and 2.5 kids. 

At times, Henry would delve into a void of loneliness. Living in such a huge house in South Kensington with only his Akita, Kal, as company left Henry feeling depressed on a couple of occasions. As he grew older, he yearned more and more for stability, but only time will tell. 

“She must live here because according to our records, she signed up for a one-year membership,” said Roger, shooting Henry an amused look. “You want to meet her or something, mate?”

Letting out a scoff, Henry shook his head in refusal. “Nah, that’s improper, especially while she’s training. I don’t want to intrude.”

Roger shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, mate.”

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Days soon turned into a week and the ethereal goddess became an incessant distraction to Henry’s jiu-jitsu lessons and eventually his livelihood. He saw her on several instances at the market near his home, the coffee shop, and now his preferred fitness center. She had to live close to him; there was no other reason why she kept showing up everywhere. 

On an atypical nice afternoon in London, complemented with slight sunshine and a soft breeze, Henry identified the lovely woman through the window of a local coffee shop. 

Thoughts immediately swarm his mind about how he should go about greeting her. It’s almost been two weeks since he first saw her at the jiu-jitsu academy, and he had to stop being a pussy and just speak to her, for Christ sakes!

With a long exhale and straightening his broad shoulders, Henry mustered up the courage to shoot his shot. 

He set foot inside the establishment with unwavering poise. Kal trotted happily alongside him as Henry sauntered to the counter to order his usual meal: large black coffee with hazelnut cream and a blueberry scone. Once in awhile, as he waited for his hot beverage and treat, he would look over to where the beauty sat. Her posture was perfect in the chair and her fingers twittered rapidly across the keyboard of her MacBook Pro. She would sometimes pause for a moment to take a sip of her tea or a bite from her banana nut muffin. The beauty’s enticing figure caused him to let out a low pleasurable growl, in which he instantly regretted doing. 

I’m such a fuckin’ twit!

“Large black coffee and scone for Henry!” a barista sounded out, ripping Henry out of his erratic and self-deprecating thoughts. 

He raised his head high to get the barista’s attention. “Right here, mate!”

Coffee and scone in hand, Henry beelined to where the young woman sat. 

He cleared his throat, and the deep timbre of his voice startled her. “Shit, sorry. Hello.”

Her doe-like brown eyes widened at him and she lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. “Hello.”

A shy smile appeared on Henry’s face. “Nice weather we’re having, yeah?” Seriously, mate, you start the conversation off by mentioning the weather? Bloody hell. Henry was so tempted to smack his head in embarrassment, but decided not to. 

Her curiosity quickly changed into confusion. “Um...yes....I guess.” Then, her eyes squinted and she cocked her head to the side. “Don’t I know you?”

“Well, you probably saw me in a---”

“Oh, yeah!” she interrupted, giving him a bright grin. “You’re that guy from Roger’s jiu-jitsu gym, right? Or am I trippin’?”

Henry laughed nervously, silently thanking Jesus on the fact that she didn’t recognized him from his acting projects. As much as he adored his supportive fans, it was just a marvelous feeling to not be known as a celebrity.

“Why yes I am,” he stated proudly. “I am that guy from Roger’s jiu-jitsu class. My name is Henry.” He gestured to the chair on the opposite side of her. “Do you mind if Kal and i sit with you?”

Her face scrunched up cutely for a couple seconds and she snapped out of her musings to move her belongings in order to give Henry some space. “Of course, yes. Sorry. My name is Amara.”

“No need to apologize”, he assured, taking a seat in the wooden chair. “Amara? What  beautiful name.” Kal sat on his hunches next to Henry, tongue lolling out adorably. 

“Thank you.” She nodded in Kal’s direction. “Beautiful dog. What breed is he?”

“Kal comes from your neck of the woods; he’s an American Akita.”

She couldn’t help but chortle. “My neck of the woods, eh? I bet I stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Oh, the contrary!” Henry responded with a charming smirk. His darling chin dimple was on full display and she couldn’t deny the fact that he was annoyingly handsome and the epitome of a British gentleman. “Your outfit definitely screams ‘Brit’“. 

Amara’s eyes traveled downwards to peek at her outfit of the day, which consisted of a camel jumper, an A-line skirt, tights, over-the-knee boots, a Burberry scarf, and her favorite coat. “You think so?”

Henry chuckled. “Yes. So, I’m actually curious on what brings you to the UK?”

“Job. I’m a business consultant. I’m originally from New York, Brooklyn to be exact, and my firm offered me a promotion but it’s...you know...here.”

He sighed sadly then grimaced. “That has to be difficult with all of your family in the States.” 

“It definitely is, yet I’m making it work. Moving to the UK has given me so many opportunities. I have a promotion and a significant pay raise, my home is amazing, and I can easily travel to other countries. Like, I only visited Europe once, and that was in college. I studied abroad for one semester,” she declared, ending her sentence with a satisfied smile. “I have a whole list of countries I want to visit. I can’t wait to cross them off my list.”

Henry took a sip of his coffee. “That sounds fun. I should definitely make a list of my own.”

Amara raised an eyebrow. “What will be on your list?”

Henry pondered for a moment. “Let’s see....United Arab Emirates. I haven’t been to Dubai. I mean, I had a layover there, but I would love to actually visit for holiday. Also, Monaco, some cities in the South of France, Indonesia, Thailand....that’s all I can think of right now unfortunately.”

Amara grinned coyly at Henry. “Hmm, perhaps we could go together. Your list matches mine.”

She was definitely flirting with him. Henry was sure of it. “If we were to make these travel arrangements together, don’t you think I should get your number?”

Her jaw went agape for a quick second before she ultimately changed her facial expression into a sly smirk. “Okay, Henry! You waste no time, huh?”

“Time is of the essence, sweetheart,” he noted cockily, giving her a wink. 

Amara could only laugh at his foolishness as she wrote down her number on a napkin. She handed it to him. “Here ya go, mister. I suggest that prior to exploring the world with one another, we should maybe go on a few dates first. Ya know, to test our compatibility.” 

“I definitely concur, love. Any place you have in mind?”

Amara shrugged her shoulders. “Not really. Just show me what London has to offer.”

What London has to offer, eh? Well, challenge accepted. “Of course, I’ll text you the details.” He sat for some more time to finish his cup of coffee and chat with Amara. Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. “Sorry,” he muttered as he retrieved the device from his coat pocket. His notifications banner was filled with emails from his management team and a text from his brothers about an impromptu meet-up at one of their favorite pubs. Bloody hell. As much as he would love to continue conversing with Amara, he had to meet with his brothers. The last time he saw them was in Jersey for Christmas. 

Henry glanced at Amara, woefully. “I must apologize, my dear Amara, but I have to leave. My brothers want to have supper with me and the last time I saw---”

“It’s totally okay, Henry,” Amara pronounced with a dismissive wave. “Family comes first. Just text me about the date.” She nibbled on her bottom lip in a nervous yet seductive manner and Henry yearned to kiss her right then and there. 

“Thank you so much for understanding.” Henry stood up and Amara did the same. 

They both embraced to bid farewell and Henry placed a soft kiss onto her cheek. 

“See ya later, Henry,” she whispered in his ear. 

“Until next time, sweetheart,” he replied with a smile. “C’mon Kal, let’s get you back home, yeah?”

Kal barked in agreement and then they were off. Amara plopped into her seat and heaved a dreamy sigh. 

Maybe moving to London was not as bad as she originally thought?

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 24.5

Hello loves! Hope you guys are enjoying your Friday. I have the day off today and I’m supposed to be working on another episode... and instead I’ve spent the last hour or so fighting with Canva to be able to add the lovely Santa hats to my normal banner. Obviously I won.

A couple notes on this episode: this is just a short one, you know how the half episodes work, just little bonus story that doesn’t necessarily play into the plot that much. That said, did I foreshadow something coming up in the next episode? Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe. 😉

I’m posting this for y’all today because 1) I promised to and 2) because Oregon and Oregon State play their annual football game today. (By the way, I used the match up’s old name in this episode because it takes place in 2014, but as of this earlier year we no longer call it the Civil War.)

I hope you all have a nice weekend. Wear a mask. Be nice to everyone. And generally, don’t be an asshole.

xoxo Becca xoxo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in November 2014 and is a quick look at how Ellie spent Thanksgiving.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

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Episode 24

Episode 24.5: Quick Trip Home

November 29, 2014

Ellie stood next to her dad in the visitor seats at Reser Stadium for the matchup between Oregon State Beavers, the home team, and her beloved Oregon Ducks.

"This is awesome!" her dad, Mike Spencer, yelled into her ear to be heard over the crowd.

"Yes it is," Ellie yelled back.

She and her sisters had pooled their money together to buy tickets to the annual rivalry game between the Oregon Ducks and Oregon State Beavers football game, called the Civil War, for their dad's 60th birthday. Since she hadn't planned to come home for Thanksgiving, Ellie had figured he'd take her brother-in-law Garrett, but then her dad had asked her to go with him to the game.

After getting the ok to take time off from the bookstore, she'd flown home to Oregon Wednesday night and spent Thanksgiving with her parents and other family members. Then yesterday, she had hung out with her niece and nephew while her mom and sisters went shopping. 

Ellie always missed her family, to some degree, but it hadn't been until she'd gotten home and gotten a big hug from her mom and an even bigger hug from her dad that she realized how much she had needed to come home for a visit. Being around her family had revitalized her soul and had helped her heart hurt a little bit less.

At the same time, being around the loud, crazy, nosy bunch had also confirmed that she had made the right decision to stay in Los Angeles. Even if it meant being closer to family, moving back to Oregon wouldn't have been the right decision for her. At least, not right now.

For her final full day in Oregon, she and her dad had left home early in the morning in an attempt to beat the traffic to the game. Of course, everyone else had decided to do the same thing, so it had still taken them twice as long to get to Corvallis as normal. Then they'd killed time at one of her dad's cousin's houses, before they'd all driven to the stadium to tailgate before the game.

It was the first game she'd seen the Ducks play in person in a long time and with the way they'd been playing this year, it was even more exciting than the last time. The Ducks had only lost the one game to Arizona and had won the six games that had followed.

Even with the loss, they were still ranked in the top three in the national polls. Which meant that as long as they won the PAC-12 Championship, they would advance to the first ever semi-final game for the National Championship Playoffs.

Only adding to the excitement of the season was the fact that Marcus Mariota, the team's quarterback, was in the running to be named the Heisman Trophy winner for 2014. A trophy that no one at the university had ever won.

"LET'S GO DUCKS!" Ellie cheered as the offense took the field again.

By the time it was all said and done, the Ducks had beaten the Beavers 47 to 19.

The drive home had taken them ages and Ellie's voice was still hoarse the next morning when her parents took her to the airport for her early morning flight.

As quick and jam-packed as her trip to Oregon had been, Ellie felt happier than she had before and ready to take on whatever came next.

Episode 25

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Let's play a game! There will be a prize!

I am about to become an auntie for the first time! My sister is due June 3rd, but the doctor said the baby can’t get any lower without coming out!

So here is the game:

Reply to this message with your guess at to when the baby will arrive (the date and the time, in case their are any duplicates).

When the baby arrives, I will pick the person with the closest guess and write them a story (Chris Evans or maybe one of his characters)!

Some things to keep in mind when choosing your date and time:

My sister saw her doctor last Tuesday (May 16th). She has a couple contractions a day. She desperately wants to the baby to come so she has been taking their dogs out for a lot of walks.

Also, my family is notorious for clustering birthdays (we have 6 in 7 days in march and have 3 on the same day in September). We have no birthdays in May, but we have three in the first week of June: 1, 3 (baby’s due date) and 5.

So place your best guess and maybe win a prize!!!

It's May 21st at 9:43am right now. You guys can guess until my sister goes into labor. I will reply to this post for the cut off when that happens. I will also be making posts here on Tumblr when that happens. So get your guess in sooner than later!

[Updated 5/23] Doctor says baby is even lower.. but sis still isn’t in labor. The waiting game continues!

Here are the guesses so far (in order of what the guess is):

@smoothdogsgirl​ May 25th - 2:30 AM

@melyssamariev May 26th - 8:30 AM

@maririn May 26th - 11:30 AM

@loricameback May 27th - 3 AM

@mycapt-ohcapt May 28th - 2:35 PM

@yourenotrogers May 29th - 4:30 PM

@pegasusdragontiger May 30th - 7 AM (sent via ask)

@daisykane535 May 30th - 5:30 PM

@jennymagicalheart May 31st - 5:30 PM

@tvjunkie08 May 31st - 6:30 PM

@novelcarrington May 31st - 9:09 PM

@amazon-x June 1st - 5:30 AM

@alievans007 June 1st - 10:45 PM (sent via messenger)

@lillianfromaccounting June 2nd - 6 AM

@avenger-nerd-mom June 2nd - 10:30ish AM

@ladyamandapanda12 June 3rd - 3:35 AM

@heather-lynn June 4th - 12 PM (sent via messenger) WINNER!!!

@capcevans81 June 5th - 10:30 AM

@yourenotrogers June 5th - 6 PM (2nd guess)

@ohmysweetlove June 6th - 3 AM

Aria arrived June 4th at 11:07 am so our winner is @heather-lynn!

#becca is going to be an auntie #becca's baby challenge

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Simply Meant to Be - Chris and Alysa Part 2 (Previous Chapters here)

Chapter 7-Chris Evans x OC (Alysa)

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(A/N: Okay, so I got over my self loathing of my writing and managed to get through the wedding. The next chapter will be the honeymoon and then I’m closing out Chris and Alysa. However, I may jump ahead to when they add to their family♥)

Once we had a theme things seemed to move in fast forward. We decided that the wedding party would consist of Chris’... our family. It was easier that way. The guest list was small, friends and family. We booked The Heritage Museum and Gardens for September second. Chris and I did have one minor argument about where in the park. We finally agreed that the ceremony would be in the Day Lily Garden. We would take pictures in a place called the Labyrinth. A wedding planner would be assisting us, but we wanted as much control over everything as we could. “I don’t want a crap load of flowers. It’s in a garden,” I sighed and dropped my face into my hands. Chris was across the table from me with Aurora in his lap. Her face covered with the cake samples that had been sent over. “So Aur, what’s the best?” He asked her. “And I agree on the flowers. None for decoration, only in the hair and hands.” “I love you so much.” I exhaled and signed off on the flowers. “Chocolate.” Aur smacked her lips and licked one hand. “Which chocolate?” Chris gestured. “All. All chocolate,” She decided. 

It was almost May. I would be spending my birthday trying on wedding dresses in New York with Scar. There were several I liked that she had taken pictures of. We were also getting some ideas for Aur’s birthday in July. She wanted to visit Wose and Scara in New York. I was overwhelmed. Not because of the planning but I had this feeling that I was going to do something wrong. That the wedding would be too lavish and not us. In August we would hit New Orleans for a bachelor/bachelorette party and I could get piss drunk and let go. “I feel like ordering every chocolate cake is excessive.” I leaned over and wiped a finger across her cheek. I tasted the frosting. “Mmm, vanilla chocolate. Yum.” “Is good mama. Is good!” She insisted. “Okay, so we have the cake. Flowers. Now music?” Chris looked at the list. “DJ. I don’t care who, let Shana decide. Invitations?” I rubbed my eyes. “Ma’s got that. Rings?” He countered. “Uh in New York along with the dresses, shoes, and all other jewelry. Carly is handling the hair and make-up people.” “Honeymoon? Oh wait, I got that.” He grinned. I finally cracked a smile and closed the wedding binder. “Let’s be done for today and take Aur to the park. I will lay in the grass and forget I ever agreed to marry you.” I stood up and whistled for Dodger. He’d been eyeing the cake and Aur but he knew chocolate was a no go for him. “That is so romantic. Here, take your chocolate frosted offspring.” He held Aur out to me and I carried her into the kitchen to clean her up. “Mama cake?” Aur asked. “No more Roo.” I shook my head. “Bong bong.” She bounced in my arms. She had recently become obsessed with Winnie the Pooh. She called me Kanga one day and I called her Roo. Every so often it struck me that she had been around for almost two years. She was the catalyst that made my life what it was now. Her mommy, Chris’ fiance...stable and happy. “Let’s go ladies...and Dodger.” Chris grabbed his NASA hat and pulled it on before clipping the dog’s leash. We walked to the park a few blocks away. Aur alternated between walking and riding on Chris’ shoulders. Her hair was loose and waving in the breeze, she leaned her chin on Chris’ head as she looked towards the park. I snapped a picture with my phone. “Mama, no pictures!” She frowned. “I think she’s still a little scarred from our last trip to LA.” Chris patted her hand. The media rounds for the last Marvel movie had been tough. We only had to be in LA for two days but we were hounded. The wedding announcement was out, Aur was more visible. The media scrambled to get pictures of her. The only time the public ever saw her was on Twitter, we were less noticed in Boston. The barrage of cameras had scared her and she started to cry, burying her face in Chris’ neck. Of course that just made them want more pictures. The comments on the pictures were not kind. Some people blamed me for keeping her secluded. Some people offered to come be a ‘real mom’ for Chris’ daughter. Others speculated that she was just spoiled and needed to deal with it. We reached the park and Aur went to the equipment to play. Chris followed her and I ran around with Dodger for a little. I wandered back to the equipment in time to see Chris try to go down a slide. His feet hit the ground while his head was still at the top of the slide. “Daddy stuck.” Aur was sitting at the top of the slide and shoving on Chris’ head. I trotted over and grabbed her with Dodger’s leash around my wrist. “You okay there?” I asked Chris. “I have a feeling that this is going to end badly.” He scooted his butt down the slide, trying to get his head free from the enclosed top. Aur and I watched as he finally wriggled his way out and landed on the ground. “Yay!” Aur clapped. “Yeah, way to go daddy. Feel old yet?” “I’m Captain America,” He whined and fell to his back. Aur slid down and went over to him and patted his head. “Okay daddy. Play now.” She leaned over his face. “Daddy is old, play with mama,” He groaned. “I don’t know if I wanna be marrying someone so old,” I teased and sat on his legs. Aur giggled and sat on his chest. “I’m two years older than you.” He tilted his head up and spread his arms out in a ‘what the hell’ gesture. = “Blow out the candles!” Chris bounced Aur on his lap as she eyed the cake. It was July. I didn’t realize how fast May and June had passed. But the wedding was rushing up on us. We had celebrated in New York the past weekend, today was the birthday party at Lisa’s house with the family. “Ice cream.” Aur held out her hands and gestured. “Make a wish baby.” I pointed to the candles. “Come on big girl.” Lisa added. Soon everyone was encouraging her to get it over with. She thought it was hilarious and started to laugh wildly, clapping. “Look over there!” Scott yelled from behind Chris and pointed. Everyone looked and when we returned our eyes to the cake the candles were out. “Yay!” Aur cheered and stood on Chris’ lap to pat Scott’s chest. “Scott Scott.” “Did you just steal her wish?” I frowned at Scott. “She’s two. She wishes for ice cream and cake.” Scott picked her up and high fived her. “Your next birthday she gets to blow out the candles.” Chris leaned back in his chair. “You are not invited to New Orleans anymore.” I stuck my tongue out at Scott. “I’m the best man...how do I get disinvited from the bachelor party?” “You pissed off the bride.” Shana called over from where she was playing with the kids. Aur scrambled down to go play with her cousins. “I’m the groom’s brother.” “I’m gonna side with her. I paid a shit load for the honeymoon.” Chris shook his head. The closer we got to the wedding the more relaxed I was. According to everyone, that was the opposite reaction to be having. But all the decisions were made, now it was just about getting married. Who gives a shit if things go wrong? As long as we ended the day married with lots of pictures of our family and friends, I was happy. - “I can’t believe they thought a joint party would be tamer.” My eyes widened as I looked at the pictures Scott kept sending to me. He’d been sending one once a day since the New Orleans trip. We were on our way to the hotel near the wedding venue. Aur was in the backseat singing to Dodger as Chris drove. The family was following us. Tonight was the rehearsal and dinner then tomorrow...the wedding. “I woke up with no pants, wearing your shirt.” Chris frowned. “You woke up with pants and a shirt made from beads. That’s tame for New Orleans.” “Oh, look at that. You gave me a lapdance.” I tilted my head, examining the newest picture. “Good, at least we know why my pants were gone.” Once we got to the hotel it was Aur’s naptime. She was over excited with everything going on and the terrible two’s were in full force. I entered the hotel room to find Chris walking her around and crooning softly. He was singing “Good Company” from 'Oliver and Company'. Aur had become obsessed with it when she learned Dodger was in it. “She told me that the Patriots were dumb butts and passed out.” Chris made a face and carried her into the bedroom area. “Ouch. She’s going for the throat.” I laughed and started to get Aur’s dress for tomorrow hung up. She had chosen a pretty cream colored dress with lace and would have a wreath of flowers in her hair. My dress was in the closet, I would have to wait until after the rehearsal dinner to get it out. Chris would be rooming with Scott, Aur and I would be in this room. “I’m not looking forward to those teen years.” He tsked and sat down in a chair. “Her vocabulary will be bigger and more insulting.” I sat on his lap and leaned my head on his shoulder. “I thought I was supposed to be busy as fuck and stressed out.” “You have a wedding planner to do that for you.” He patted my leg. I could tell he was stressed out. His anxiety was really on him today. I ran my hand through his hair. “Is it time for the honeymoon?” I asked. He started to laugh and grabbed his chest. I had been springing the question on him randomly. “We’re making us official tomorrow and you’re interested in the honeymoon?” He continued to chuckle. “Not to sound like the ice queen I am, but you’re the one who wants the spectacle. In my mind we’ve been official since I agreed to marry you.” I shrugged. “We did it all out of order. Baby carriage, then admission of love, then the marriage.” “There will be another carriage but yes, we are a little unorthodox. But I wanted to include everyone and thank you for indulging me.” He gave me a peck on the lips and smacked my ass so I would get up. “Do you have your groomsmen presents?” I asked. “Yeah, we give those at the dinner right? They wear them at the ceremony?” Chris frowned. “Plus the kids’ presents.” Aur, Dodger, and the nieces and nephews were all in the wedding. All Chris’ siblings and his parents were too. That was the extent of the wedding party. It was only family. “This is going to be a circus.” Chris smiled to himself. “I know. I’m hoping whoever is in charge of Aur and Dodger can keep them from the water feature at the ceremony.” I stopped to think about that. I made note to warn their handlers. “What do we do now?” Chris was sort of fidgeting, hands in his pockets. “Get ready for the rehearsal and dinner. Why are you so edgy?” “I’m not edgy.” He stopped in mid pace. “Are you worried that I’ll escape in the middle of the night and not show up tomorrow?” I was gathering the bridesmaids gifts and getting Aur’s diaper bag organized. “I am now.” He made a face. “Babe, it’s okay. Do you want me to have the marriage certificate signed now? Cause I’ll do it.” I put everything down and pointed at him with one hand on my hip. “That’s only a threat if the guy hasn’t been trying to marry your ass for ten years.” - The rehearsal and dinner went smooth. The photographer got a lot of great pictures mostly of the kids playing in the garden with the dog. Chris got Aur and me back to our room and kept finding reasons to stay. “Come on, we agreed to spend the night apart.” I poked him with my toe. He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Aur was styling his hair for tomorrow. She wasn’t that thrilled that she had to get her hair pretty tomorrow, so Chris was letting her vent on his head. “But my stylist isn’t finished. How’s it look little bit?” “Good. Pony clips pitty.” Aur brushed at one of the My Little Pony clips with colored hair extensions placed in Chris’ hair. “Is pink and pupol.” “Awesome. It’ll match my suit.” “I thought our theme was blue?” I frowned. “I thought it was...nature? Is that a color scheme?” Chris scrunched up his face, concentrating. “There’s pink and purple in nature...and blue.” “So the theme is rainbow.” I nodded. “Now makeups daday.” Aur suggested. “I think I’ll pass. I’d just have to remove it to sleep.” Chris unfolded his legs and stood, his fake hair waving. “You cannot have better hair than me tomorrow. You’ll have to take out your extensions.” “You’re just jealous.” He tossed his fake hair before kissing us goodnight and leaving. “Daday pitty.” Aur smiled and crawled into my lap. “Yes, you made him very pretty Roo. As soon as they sing the ‘Hot Dog’ dance it’s bed time.” I hugged her to me and watched Mickey and Goofy on the TV. Once Aur was down I pulled out my dress. It was strapless and cream colored with an overlay and train of flowers and small crystals. It would be beautiful in the garden setting. It was long enough that I could wear flat sandals, thank God. I wasn’t that excited to walk all over the turf in heels. I looked at the dress for a while. This was actually going to happen. No one was getting cold feet. No tragedies or dramas. I was marrying Chris, as much as I tried to make him see I wasn’t worth it, he persisted. I got the wedding band out of my purse. It was a white gold ring to match my engagement ring. On the inside I had them engrave ‘I love you’ and ‘Dor’. “Oh boy.” I breathed. - “Okay Alysa. Are you ready?” “Do I have to walk slow? I really hate people staring at me.” I was pacing and gripping my small bouquet of stargazer lilies. With all the fussing I was doing I was shocked that my hair didn’t move. I would have to send an extra tip and thank you to the hairdresser. My hair was half up with a silvery wreath, the rest was waved down my back. My only jewelry was my Christmas bracelet, some silver earrings, and my engagement ring. “Aren’t you an actress?” The coordinator asked. “Yes, but when you’re in a film the audience isn’t staring at you.” I growled at her and she stepped back. My music started, ‘Storybook Love’ from ‘The Princess Bride’ and I exited the small tent. The sunlight hit me and I heard the guests make various murmurs of admiration. I started to give my standard awards ceremony smile then dropped it. I sort of smirked instead. I was nervous, but this was our day. I could do what I wanted. I looked to the end of the makeshift aisle. Chris stood on the top of the few stone steps. Aur was in his arms and she was sucking on her thumb as she watched me approach. Chris was talking to her and watching me. He was doing it so he wouldn’t cry. If he focused on Aur he could keep his emotions in check. He had come to that conclusion when I kept teasing him about how emotional he was. I didn’t have that luxury and I was holding back tears like a motherfucker. “Mama.” Aur was delighted when I finally got to them and wrapped an arm around my neck. She pulled me and Chris together and the crowd awed. “Hey.” Chris greeted me. “What’s up?” I nodded and kissed Aur’s cheek. Chris leaned over and placed Aur at our feet on the steps. She sat with Dodger at her side, messing with a toy Lisa handed her. The officiant started. We wanted the ceremony to be short and we wrote our own vows. We included several mentions to our family. The wedding party was crying by the end. Aur was falling asleep on Dodger. And I was ready to be done. I was ready to kiss my husband. - “I’m married!” Chris yelled from the dance floor. “Yeah you are.” I was sitting at a table with Scarlett and Lisa, my feet propped up on Scar’s lap. We each had our children asleep on our chests. “He’s enjoying himself.” Scar watched as the photographer took some snaps of Chris and the guests. "Did he drink all the drinks?" “He’s numbing the pain of being away from Aurora for 3 days. He figures that if he’s drunk he won’t miss her right away.” I kissed Aur’s forehead and she hummed in her sleep. Lisa was all smiles, content that Chris and I finally met our endgame. “She ready to come to grandma’s house?” “Yeah. She finally crashed from all the excitement.” It was 10 pm. The youngsters were being taken home by their parents. The party wouldn’t go on much longer. Chris and I had to be at the airport by five am. We still had to go home, change, grab our stuff, and get to the airport. “Your husband needs to sober up before the flight.” Lisa watched her son. “I think he can do it in 7 hours. I stocked the car with Gatorade.” I laughed. “Disney World, then Disneyland, then Hawaii. He’s ambitious.” Scar giggled. “I think he just wants to get laid in both parks. Hawaii is for me, but it is the Disney resort so…” I shrugged. “I’m going to get Chris to say goodbye.” Lisa went onto the dance floor. “I got you to marry me.” Chris taunted as he came over with his arm around his mom. “Good job baby.” I blew him a kiss. “Do you have everything you need, Lisa?” “Her daddy has my house fully stocked sweetie. She could live there for a year and I wouldn’t need to buy her anything. ” Lisa reached for the diaper bag as I hugged Aur and kissed all over her face. Scarlett shifted Rose as I stood up. “She’s my little bitty nugget and she deserves everything.” Chris swayed and his mom steadied him. “I’m so glad she’s coming on the honeymoon.” “Chris! That was a surprise.” Lisa groaned. “Aw, baby. ” I pulled him into a hug and he laid his head on my chest next to Aur. “I figured she was showing up at some point. No way he could go more than a week without her. You meeting us in Cali?” “Yes. We’re doing our family trip and then seeing you off to Hawaii.” Lisa made a face at Chris. “You didn’t want to bring her to Hawaii, babe?” I asked my husband, who was kissing Aur’s nose over and over. She slapped at him. “Kinda, but we need to start trying for another one so we gotta have alone time.” He nodded. “With your mother right here, nice one drunk Chris.” I smiled at Lisa. “Lemme seep. Bye bye go.” She pushed at Chris. “Daddy, top!” “She’s probably getting a contact high.” Scarlett raised her eyebrows as I said good-bye to Aur. “Come here. Grandma will save you.” Lisa kissed Chris as she reached for Aurora. I handed her over and stretched my back. “You two have fun. I love you both and be safe.” Lisa kissed me and joined the parent exodus. We had been prepping Aur for us going away. I mean, she was used to it but still...it sucked. I was happy she would meet us in Disneyland. She had only been there once before when she was littler. “Let’s go.” Chris wrapped his arms around me and tried to pick me up. “What?” “Let’s go. We’re getting another one started. I told you.” He stumbled and we both almost fell over. “How many fingers am I holding up?” I asked. “Up where?” He grinned. “I can’t be here for this. I love you guys. Glad you two finally got your shit together.” Scarlett hugged us and wandered off. “My husband is such a charmer.” “I think him singing 80’s movie songs bombed was the highlight of the night. But that seems to be what we do at weddings.” Scott came over, he was also weaving a little. “I didn’t mind the singing. When he tried to channel Tom Cruise in ‘Cocktail’ and threw a bottle at  you was a bit much.” I tilted my head. “Help. We gotta get going.” Scott helped to drag Chris into the tent where I had gotten ready. We set him in a chair and I shoved a lock of hair off my face. “He’s just happy because he’s got what he’s wanted since he was in puberty. He gets to introduce himself as your husband.” Scott snickered as I turned and gestured for him to unzip my dress. “Oh yeah, I’m a hell of a catch. You’re taking all this back tomorrow in my car right?” I gestured to my dress and all the other wedding shit. Presents, flowers, and so on. “Yeah. I got it. I’ll see you in Cali.” Scott gave me a smacking kiss on the cheek and left, running into a table as he left. “C’ mere.” Chris grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back to him in the chair. “You’re so pretty.” “You are too.” I started to pull pins from my hair and scratched my head. “No, I mean. All this lingerie stuff. It’s so pretty and lacy and soft.” He was petting the corset I had worn under my dress and the boyshort panties that matched. “Bring it with us!” “I will pack it in my overnight bag, ” I promised. “Why won’t you have sex with me?” He whined. “Because we have a flight in 7 hours. I have to drive to the airport and sober you up. Not to mention everyone we know is right outside the tent. Yo Shana!?” I called. “Yeah?!” She called back. “Nothing! See?” I asked Chris. I patted his cheeks and kissed him. “If you were more quiet.” He grumbled as I changed into a maxi-dress and pulled my hair up. “What can I say, you drive me wild.” He had removed his tie and jacket. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Let’s go big boy. I’ll make it up to you.”

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Finally

Being Thalia

Chapter 36

By devikafernando & avenger-nerd-mom

AU Fan Fiction

In the sequel to Educating Thalia, the lovely Thalia Bareo is growing up, making her own way in the world after losing both men she loved, Professors Chris Evans and Tom Hiddleston. The sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago holds down a job in Madrid as she tries to deal with the real world. She continues her studies and freelances as a consultant for museums around the world. Being Thalia updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Warning: As a whole, this work contains adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. Each chapter will not be coded with individual warnings. The overall story contains no hidden triggers.

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Word Count: 3612

Summary: Tom and Thalia come full circle on the most important day of their life.

Previous Chapter 35, Final Countdown

December 31, 2021

The first notes of the wedding march sound, and Tom has to remind himself to breathe. Bloody hell, he’s really getting married. Torn between doing a giddy little jig and puking all over his black tux, he turns along with the other guests in the church to stare at the double-winged door with its white flower arch.

They may not be doing many things traditionally, but Tom insisted that they would at least adhere to a few customs. As a consequence, he hasn’t laid eyes on the wedding dress that Thalia picked last week. Neither did he see her yesterday, choosing to spend their last night separately. Not that he slept a wink, nerves kicking in at the last minute.

Breathe, Hiddleston, he reminds himself—then nearly swallows his own tongue when it reminds him that the woman he loves will soon carry his name…alongside her own last name, as she doesn’t want to give it up. He’d happily have taken hers to please her but the possessive, authority-loving man inside a corner of him preens at the thought of staking such a public claim on her. She still brings the caveman in him out sometimes, although he’s learned a lot over the years.

A collective murmur travels through the church before hushed anticipation descends as the wedding march plays its most important melody. The door opens, and in steps a figure bathed in sunshine. His earthly angel, come to bless him with her shining light. He’d always thought it was just a phrase used in literature that one’s heart could skip a beat, and yet when Tom first lays eyes on his bride stepping out of the light and onto the carpet, he could swear his heart does cease to beat for a moment. When it recommences beating, it does so with a great, big thump of unbridled joy.

Lord in heaven, she is a vision.

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Undeniable Attraction (2/?)

Synopsis: Henry Cavill wasn’t searching for a significant other, yet there is just something about Amara Lewis, an American expat who recently relocated to the United Kingdom, that the Man of Steel just can’t get enough of. Will the couple find a way to make their relationship work with Henry’s hectic schedule or will the romance sizzle before it can even begin?

Pairings: Henry Cavill/Black Original Character “Amara Lewis”

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, language, etc.

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Chapter 2: Dinner & Musical Theatre

London, United Kingdom

Henry kept his promise to Amara in regards to texting her details for their upcoming date. Whenever they didn’t see each other at Roger Gracie’s jiu-jitsu academy, they would talk and text on the phone. Sometimes, their conversations would last into the wee hours of the night. 

From their usual albeit frequent conversing, Henry felt as if he learned a lot about Amara, and vice versa. She truly embodied everything he fancied in a woman: articulate, graceful, kind-hearted, and a bit nerdy. She absolutely adored any type of performing arts, although musical theatre was her favorite, and she constantly attended Broadway shows when she lived in New York City. 

This specific divulge was Henry’s eureka moment as to what they will be doing for their first date---dinner and a show! 

He always wanted to see the show, Hamilton, and he realized that the West End production of the infamous musical had opened at the Victoria Palace Theatre not too long ago. Alas, with the show being such a hit, Henry prayed that there were tickets still available. He immediately called his PA (personal assistant) upon this cognizance. His assistant informed him that, due to such short notice, only the hefty-priced premium tickets were still available. Groaning outwardly, Henry ultimately made the decision to purchase those sought-after Hamilton tickets, spending almost two grand in total no less! 

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Henry instructed Siri to call his dear Amara. She answered on the second ring, her angelic voice greeting him with a shaky hello. 

“Am I impeding?” he queried as he quirked his eyebrows in amusement. 

“What?” derided Amara, “No. I accidentally left my cell in the living room, so I had to make a dash from the kitchen. How are you?”

“I’m well, and you?”

Her response was a groan. “Exhausted, actually. Busy day at work.”

Henry chuckled in understanding. He definitely knew how busy work days can affect a person’s entire mood. “I can relate.”

“Speaking of work, you never told me what you do.”

Amara’s statement caught him off guard, and he sputtered for a split second before telling her the truth about what he did for a living. Henry’s thought process was simple: he wanted to be honest about his itinerant lifestyle as an actor and left Amara the final choice on whether or not she wished to pursue a relationship with him. 

“I’m an actor.” Silence. Henry removed the iPhone from his ear and held it aloft, staring at the device quizzically. “Hello? Amara, are you still there?”

“Yes? Sorry. Did you say ‘actor’?” Amara’s voice sounded skeptical, unable to believe that the guy she liked had a career in acting. 

“i did,” he said sotto voce. 

“Hmm,” Amara hummed into the phone, “Are you good at it?”

Henry could not control the huge guffaw from escaping his lips. Unbeknownst to Amara, he had a widely successful career in the entertainment industry. The exchange was as appealing as it was amusing. Arrogance aside, he pondered on how did this woman not have the slightest idea on who he was? “I would like to say that I am.”

Amara harrumphed. “Alright, hang on, I’m gonna Google you.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. “Okay....”

The faintest tapping sounds could be heard through the phone, and he surmised that she must be typing on her laptop. “Oh shit! No fucking way! You’re Superman?!”

Henry nodded slowly, “I am.” She had to be on the cusp of freaking out from this staggering revelation and he hoped that she was doing okay. “How are you feeling with....erm....all of this? I know that it can be a lot to digest.”

Amara wanted to ask him numerous questions about his career, but decided not to broach the subject. “I think that I’m good. Well, isn’t this something...huh...I am going to be completely honest with you, Henry. I’m not too fond of those superhero movies; they’re not my style per se, but I’m not going to judge you on how you make your money.”

“I appreciate it, Amara,” he chuckled. 

They spoke on the phone for several more minutes then bid their farewells for the night. 

Once he hung up with Amara, Henry could feel all the anxiety and fear lift off his shoulders. He was relieved that she took everything so well, yet deep down he was not too surprised. Amara was the type of woman that accepted things in such a profound manner. She’s the definition of easygoing and reassuring. 

                                                    ___________

On Thursday evening, Henry got ready for his outing with Amara. He reserved a table at Rail House Cafe at five p.m., giving them at least two hours to polish off their supper before heading to Victoria Palace Theatre for the show. He gussied himself up, changing his appearance from that of a rugged lumberjack to a dapper gentleman. He spritzed on some cologne by Giorgio Armani, grab his keys, his wallet, gave Kal a pat on the head then he exited his home. 

He arrived at Amara’s flat around twenty minutes later. Knocking on the front door twice, he waited patiently until she answered. And when she did, Henry’s mouth was wide open with awe. Amara dazzled in a black satin dress and matching heels. A warm coat was casually draped over her shoulders and in her hand was a top handle handbag. Amara stood in between her threshold in an air of pure sophistication and bravado. 

Her eyes twinkled and she batted her eyelashes invitingly. “Evening, Henry.”

“Wow...A-Amara, you’re unequivocally stunning,” he managed to say after collecting himself. “Christ.” Henry’s gaze traveled slowly down Amara’s frame, careful to take in every inch of her beauty. 

Amara smiled proudly, closing the door behind her. “Thank you.” 

With an elbow bent, Henry courteously offered Amara his right arm, for which she delicately takes and places a hand underneath it. Henry guided her slowly down the steps, opened the passenger door of his Aston Martin, and jogged to the driver’s side once Amara was situated in her seat. 

Thus far, Amara reveled in the fact that Henry presented himself as the whole package: good-looking, intelligent, well-mannered, and socially adept. Her mother, Theresa, had drummed into her head that a man without a modicum of self-respect and manners was not a man that deserved an ounce of her attention. Treating a woman respectfully was a defining factor when developing a relationship with a man. 

For Amara, she envisioned her future marriage to be an exact mirror of her parents. Married for thirty-five years, Theresa and Edward Lewis, still loved one another just as much as they did when they were dating. Their union had its ups and downs, yet their love for each other and three children never faltered. In short, Amara wanted nothing more than to be cherished, protected, and provided for by her future husband. 

Amara and her sisters were raised to want the best for themselves, and that has given the cruel notion that they were high maintenance. In spite of the negative connotation with the term, Amara simply wanted to be valued as a woman and refuse to give any of her sacred affection to inadequate men. 

On the drive to restaurant, Amara and Henry chatted, laughed, and even sang along to songs from the radio. They soon arrived at their destination and parked. Led by Henry, Amara took his right arm again and the couple moseyed inside the modern cafe and bar. Amara took in the exquisite decor and liveliness of the establishment as they were escorted to their table by the hostess. 

Henry swiftly pulled out Amara’s chair, and she sat down then perused the menu. Doing the same, Henry skimmed over the dinner options. 

“The lamb seems delectable,” he affirmed, nodding curtly. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

Amara gave him a saccharine grin at his use of endearment. There was no denying the chemistry between the two of him, and because of this and a whole lot of other bewitching facets, Amara’s penchant for Henry grew with each passing second. She’d never thought that she would possibly become the partner of an actor, yet somehow Henry’s feelings for Amara were obvious---he was most definitely interested in her. 

Their waiter soon appeared at their table and they began their dinner with cocktails before ordering the main course. As previously mentioned, Henry of course went with the lamb whereas Amara ordered the chicken. 

After their order was placed, conversation risen rather effortlessly, much to Amara’s chagrin. Usually, the first dates with a prospective partner was awkward and at times, dull; things were different with Henry. 

“Did you always know that you wanted to act?” questioned Amara. 

“Yes, I did. I was in several productions when I attended boarding school.”

Her eyes widened in interest. “Right, that. How was boarding school? From what I’ve learned since being in this country, a lot of Brits send their kids away for schooling.”

His shoulders heaved, a scowl formed on his pink lips and his brows furrowed. Amara did not know whether Henry was in deep thought or offended. At least until he finally opened his mouth to speak. “My experience at boarding school was not something I’m fond of, as a matter of fact. You see, dear Amara, I was...erm...well...fat and was ridiculed for it.”

A mixture of regret and embarrassment flashed across Amara’s gorgeous features. “Oh, Henry, I’m so---”

Henry responded with a dismissive wave of a hand. “No need for apologies. The past is the past. But to answer your question, yes, we Brits seem to enjoy sending our children off to boarding school.”

“Would you ever do that to your kids? Send them off to boarding school?”

He let out a long exhale and after several beats, he shook his head. “No. I much rather have them close to home. Ideally, at a respectable independent school.”

“Private school?” Amara inquired, a hint of uncertainty was evident in her voice. 

Henry cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, contemplating on how to explain the United Kingdom’s education system. “I guess we can describe them as such. The States and U.K. have so many differences and I’m just trying to concisify the lot. Nevertheless, what about you? Did you enjoy your education?”

Amara shrugged as she shuffled a bit in her seat. “So-so,” she told him, recalling her younger years. “I went to a public school, which is basically equivalent to your version of government-funded schools.” Amara paused to check to see if he understood, and he nodded in agreement, signaling her to continue. “Anyways, yeah, I attended a public school from kindergarten until twelfth grade. From there, I went to Columbia University.”

His posture instantaneously straightened and he leaned forward. “An Ivy League, eh?” he teased, grinning boyishly and waggled his eyebrows in jest.  “Madame Smarty Pants.” 

Amara rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, I’m smart. May I continue?” Henry nodded and pantomimed zipping his lips. “As I was saying,” she drawled jokingly, “I went to Columbia University, majored in Business Management and returned to obtain my Master’s in Economics.”

“Impressive,” noted Henry with a dramatic round of applause. 

“Thank you,” Amara replied, returning his overzealous gesture with lighthearted sarcasm. 

By the time their meals approached the table, the couple was overcome with laughter. They ate and conversed about a plethora of topics, including their familial background. Henry announced the fact that he was one of five boys. 

“My poor mum,” Henry stated, sighing, “She had to deal with so much shit from us boys. We were a handful.” 

Amara chewed on her piece of chicken, swallowed, and said, “I bet you were. She must’ve been dying for a girl.”

“Yeah....but she has granddaughters now. And, what of your siblings?”

“I have two younger sisters: Corinne and Sunny. Corinne is a professional ballet dancer and Sunny is an event planner.”

“Oh, wow! Your sisters sound really cool.”

She chuckled. “They are much cooler than me. They’re very creative like our mother, who was a dancer back in the day. She’s now a faculty member at a small performing arts school.” 

“And your father?” he asked. 

“He’s a math teacher. My sisters and mother like to say that I get the brains from Dad.” She ended the sentence with a deep laugh, causing Henry to join in as well. 

                                                 ___________

Dinner eventually ended and both of them were stuffed. Henry and Amara left the restaurant feeling quite spirited, and neither knew if it was from the cocktails or the overall ambiance of their ongoing date. Either way, they were happy and getting better acquainted. Amara walked alongside Henry to the Victoria Palace Theatre and when she tilted her head to read the marquee sign, she squealed. 

“HAMILTON!! WE’RE GOING TO SEE HAMILTON!?!” Amara exclaimed, her face as bright as a kid on Christmas Day, jumping up and down. “OMG! HENRY! OMG!!” 

Passerby stared in wonder at Amara’s reaction and Henry wrapped his huge arms around her in an attempt to steady her clumsy balance. 

“We are, sweetheart,” smiled Henry, “Let’s head inside, yes?”

“YES!” Amara pulled him inside the theatre, leaving Henry in a fit of amused chuckles. 

Sitting in their designated premium seats, Amara glanced exuberantly around the theatre, shaking in anticipation. Henry took a furtive peek at her quivering legs, and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Deep breaths, okay sweetheart?” Amara nodded before doing as she was instructed. She was just over the moon about finally seeing Hamilton in person. When she lived in New York, the tickets for Hamilton would always be sold out. Amara had the entire soundtrack memorized perfectly, so she’s ready to sing with the cast. 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and a spotlight focused onto a character, indicating the start of the opening scene. 

“The ten-dollar founding father without a father, Got a lot farther by working a lot harder, By being a lot smarter, By being a self starter.....” sang Henry and Amara unisonous with the performance. “.....Alexander Hamilton, My name is Alexander Hamilton, And there’s a million things I haven’t done, But just you wait, just you wait....”

The remainder of the show happened just like that, both Henry and Amara recited all of the songs throughout the performance without a hitch. But nothing could compare to Amara’s zeal and boisterousness; she was on cloud-nine. 

                                                   ___________

Henry watched as a bare-footed Amara sang ‘My Shot’ at the top of her lungs. She climbed the stairs to her flat, moving her bum in time with the imaginary music in her head. 

“I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College, I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish!”

If you’re wondering where her heels could possibly be, Henry was holding them of course, much to his refusal to do so as well as incessant chastising for her to put them back on. The pavement was freezing and he didn’t want her to get ill, yet Amara deemed those blasted heels unnecessary for her extemporized production of one of Hamilton’s popular songs. 

“And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!”

“Sweetheart,” berated Henry, “put on your shoes! I rather not take you to the hospital. Amara, dear, you’re going to catch a cold.”

Alas, his urgings were ignored and Amara kept going with her performance. She rummaged in her purse for her keys and Henry stood next to her. 

“Amara, please listen.”

She stared up at him cutely. “I don’t need shoes if I’m going inside, right?”

Henry noted that she did have a point. “....Right...”

Sighing, Amara ran a hand through her thick curls then unlocked her front door. Instead of going inside, she decided to stand in the threshold with Henry. “Thank you, Henry,” she grinned. “As you may have noticed, I’ve enjoyed myself tonight.”

“No problem, love. I’m glad you liked the show.”

There was a peaceful silence amongst them for some time. Henry and Amara’s gazes never faltered, and they bore into each other’s eyes amorously, angling their bodies closer and closer. 

Their lips touched softly at first, sweet and synchronously before becoming passionate and chaotic. Amara looped her arms around Henry’s neck, pulling him towards her as their tongues soon began to battle for dominance. Henry groaned as their kisses deepened, and he tried to curb his arousal, but it was to no avail, for their desire only heightened with each sensual kiss. His strong hands were placed sturdily at her sides, his body encasing hers in a heated, tantalizing entrapment. 

Amara could feel something hard press against her hip, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “Is that your phone?”

Henry chuckled lightly, proceeding to trail kisses onto the column of her neck. “It’s something much better, sweetheart.”

“Ooh...” In that moment, Amara wanted nothing more than to have Henry in her bed pleasuring her, however her brain opposed the idea. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him, causing Henry to frown. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

Amara eyed him and she saw the concern in his beautiful blue orbs. “Is this too much? The kissing? Because I’m on the verge of taking you upstairs.”

He smirked at her brutal honesty, which was another endearing quality he loved about Amara. “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he assured her, rubbing her arm affectionately. 

“Well,” she sighed, ��do you mind waiting? I understand that things went from 0-100 real quick, and as much as I want you to come upstairs, I also think that we shouldn’t rush anything.”

Henry smiled and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more. We’re in lust and honestly, I thoroughly enjoy being in your company, therefore I don’t want to ruin things between us. I say that we call this a night and perhaps schedule another date?”

Amara was pleased with Henry’s suggestion. “I would love to go on another date with you, Henry.”

“Then that’s that, huh?” he said, chuckling deeply.  “I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?”

She couldn’t stop the grin softening her mouth. “Of course,  goodnight Henry.” 

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Goodnight, dear Amara.” And with that, he waved and headed back to his car to drive home. 

She turned, entered the foyer of her flat, and closed the door. Standing oddly still in disbelief, Amara then shrieked like a lovesick schoolgirl. 

Safe to say that she was indeed thrilled for her second date with Henry. 

TO BE CONTINUED......

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 22.5

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Episode Summary: Chris returns to LA

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The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 22

Episode 22.5: Chris's Return

July 27, 2014

He shouldn't have come here.

He should have gone back to the hotel like he had originally planned.

He should have trusted his gut. Should have stayed away from the house despite being in Los Angeles.

If he had, he wouldn't have seen Ellie in someone else’s arms. The arm's that belonged to a guy that wasn't him.

Not wanting to see anything else, he looked away and managed to choke out the words "Just drive" to the hired driver.

Following the comic con appearance, the entire cast had been given a few days in Los Angeles to take care of meetings and personal appointments before returning to the film set in Europe.

Not ready to face Ellie or his brother, Chris had opted to stay in a hotel in Los Angeles rather than going back to the house.

It had been a text from his mom, who thought he was back in Europe, saying that Ellie was moving out that had sent him on the unscheduled detour following the meetings he'd had that morning.

He tried to focus on his breathing, in hopes that he could calm his mind, as they drove away. But his brain was running a million miles a second.

He hadn't even seen the guy at first. His eyes had been focused on Ellie as she loaded boxes into the small trailer. Then the tall, lanky guy had appeared with another box.

Chris didn't want to think about what had happened next, but his mind replayed it just to torment him.

The guy had put a hand on Ellie's arm at first. Then he had pulled her in for a hug and Ellie had gone willingly, laying her head on his chest.

Chris's stomach churned as his mind reminded him of how it felt to hold Ellie in his arms. She was shorter than him, but her body had fit perfectly with his.

He let out a loud breath in an effort to keep his emotions under control.

He'd spent the last few months trying to convince himself that letting her go was better for both of them, but now he knew it was a complete farce. He felt like an asshole for not recognizing what he was losing until it was too late.

When he had received Scott's text last weekend, he'd just thought it was another attempt by his brother to get him to talk about Ellie. Now, though, Chris wondered if it hadn't been a warning that Ellie had moved on.

Reaching down, Chris grabbed his backpack and pulled out the small notebook and pen he always carried with him. Flipping to the last page, he wrote himself a note, not giving a shit about his penmanship.

Congratulations asshole.

You got exactly what you wanted.

You pushed Ellie away and she moved on.

Fuck you.

You stupid fucking asshole.

Episode 23

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