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some assorted cutscene varhas & me complaining abt blender under the cut lol :p

the head is a fairly quick & dirty port i did, the struggle to put new teeth in there was 1. fucking unreal 2. probably also not something that was as difficult a i made it out to be

on my list of further things to do are more edits around the mouth area, specifically the upper lip. ofc you can't spot the problem in this shot, but the inner area needs some more volume since it's doing a weird think where it curves noticeably inwards when the mouth opens. probably a fix that'll take a few hours max, half of which will probably be spent testing motion until im happy. there's also a bit of a seam down the middle, but idk if that's enough of a problem for me to deal with lmao. the hair covers up the most visible area, and even that's not too awful in most lighting conditions.

speaking of hair, it does look like my go-to styles for her will need the ear replacements done in blender (blegh). miqo ears are attached to the hair model, so while you Can use pre-7.0 hairs without any movement issues, you won't have the updated ear shape and the textures will probably be a bit off. these ones were just run through the loose texture compiler, no manual editing on my side. i can't tell if i'm liking that or if it could be better? idk I've never painted hair maps before, could be fine or it could be a mess lmao

i haven't even looked at converting the scar texture for her body yet, i probably won't until penumbra is back online tbqh. the new textools is fucking fantastic, but i don't love having to open and close the game every time i want to make a mod change. it also doesn't look like the body shape i use will be getting updated (boo) since the creator has a new version they're working on and i don't like it as much lmao which means it might be up to Me to sort that one out. probably not a big deal except i'm also running the ivcs skeleton version which is fghjsdgjk a whole extra Thing to deal with. i like the extra control it gives me in gpose + some custom animations though so worst case scenario, more blender lessons lmfao. if that's the case i might make the switch to skelomae, depending on which dev kit i find easier to actually parse. i'm wondering if it's worth my time to play around with some body scaling mods, never used them before but im intrigued. also a distinct possibility I'll have to update the skin texture i use for estinien, but i know tbse already has a beta out so i'm not too worried about that. at the end of the day body & face textures are probably the easiest things to mess with. fucking love the person who, within 24 hours of early access, released a mod that gave him his lips back. was worried i might have to port that too but nope, someone beat me to it.

oh god right i also still have to do azem's head port. that one had custom texture uvs, which i'm sure will provide anyone layer of weirdness to whatever process i end up performing on it. i am Not looking forward to putting in another set of nicer teeth lmfao but it's worth it. perhaps it won't be such a shitshow this time around. her eye texture is fucked but I've already seen some updated ancient eyes floating around, so it's whatever.

i am Also not looking forward to going through my penumbra wardrobe to see what works and what doesn't & all i have to say is 10/10 for me for having the foresight to meticulously organize those mods into hyperspecific folders.

also i miss my pose mods gfsdhkghysjd i need to take cute pics in some of those new areas okay.

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 2

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: awkward nudity

Episode Summary: Takes place in March 2013. Explains how Ellie ended up working for Chris and their awkward first encounter.

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

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 1.5

Episode 2: The First Encounter

Middle of March 2013

When her alarm went off at 6:30 in the morning, Ellie Spencer was tempted to throw the clock across the room, but her “to do” list still had a handful of things to check off before nine am. Forcing herself to get up, she fixed herself a cup of coffee in the kitchenette of the small guest cottage that was on the property of the house she was the housekeeper for. She then took a quick shower and got ready for the day.

By seven, she was in the kitchen of the main house looking over her “to do” list. She had taken care of the second floor, where all of the bedrooms were, and the vacuuming the day previous, which left her with just the main floor to deal with since her boss’s mom had told her not to worry about the basement yet.

Thinking of her boss’s mom naturally made her think about her boss: Chris Evans, the owner of the house, who didn’t know that he had a housekeeper as his mom had hired Ellie behind his back.

“My son, and his brother Scott, are horrible at cleaning,” Mrs. Evans, or Lisa as she had insisted Ellie call her, had explained during her interview a couple weeks earlier. “They always have been, despite my many attempts over the years to change them.

“Chris owns the house, but Scott usually ends up staying here instead of his apartment in LA when his brother is in town. When they’re both here, I usually find a week or two to come visit, usually to fill the freezer with meals so they’re not going out to eat every night, but I’m tired of arriving to find a complete disaster of a house.”

For Ellie, being a housekeeper was never in her “what I want to do with my life” plan, but then again, neither was having to quit the job she’d moved from Oregon to Los Angeles for because her former boss was a sexist pig who’d suggested she wear a short skirt and tight shirts to work every day.

Thankfully, she’d been able to crash in her aunt and uncle’s guestroom for a several months while working two jobs: the first as a barista at a locally owned coffee shop and the second at a small used bookstore. It was at the bookstore that she met Lisa, who’d come in for the first time last fall looking for a book to read on her flight back to Boston. They’d spent nearly an hour talking about books and Lisa had left with a bag full.

It had been during Lisa’s third visit, in late February, when she’d come in looking for a book on “housekeeping for dummies” to give her sons that had led to the discussion, with another customer at the bookstore, of her hiring a housekeeper for her son Chris’s home. That conversation had led to her staying in LA for an extra week even though her son had left.

In an ironic twist of fate, Lisa had chosen the coffee shop where Ellie was working to hold the interviews with perspective housekeepers, not knowing that Ellie even worked there. Lisa had spent an entire afternoon meeting with interviewees, but none of them had been what she’d been looking for. Ellie had joined her during her lunch break and had found herself informally interviewing for the position. To her surprise, Lisa had offered her the job on the spot and after Ellie had mentioned that she had been looking for a third job in order to be able to pay for a small studio apartment, Lisa had even thrown in room and board with the job offer, with the stipulation that Ellie would remain on the property while Chris was away filming.

Embarrassingly, Ellie had cried when Lisa told her how much money she’d pay her every month. She was certain that Lisa had increased the initial amount because she knew of Ellie’s work and living situations and because they’d become unlikely friends. Ellie had accepted the job right then and there and then had gone back to her manager of the coffee shop and had verbally given them her two weeks notice.

Her love of books, however, had kept her from quitting her job at the bookstore, which Lisa had been ok with as she too was a lover of books. Ellie had simply explained the situation to the manager of the bookstore who had agreed to let her work a couple days a week instead of full time.

She’d moved into the guest cottage a couple days later and then Lisa had returned to her home in Boston, promising that she would come back and be there when Chris got home so she could explain the situation to him.

That had been two weeks ago and today was the day that she’d be meeting her boss. Lisa had assured her that Chris would do whatever she said, but Ellie couldn’t help but worry about the status of her job once his mom left.

Shaking her head, Ellie turned back to her “to do” list and decided to tackle cleaning the kitchen first, starting with the floor. Lisa wasn’t due to arrive until nine, which left her plenty of time for the floor to dry.

Unbeknownst to Ellie or Lisa, who thought his flight didn’t come in until three in the afternoon, Chris Evans was home and asleep in his own bed after catching a red eye flight from his three week “quiet time” at a rented cabin in Maine.

With filming for Captain America: The Winter Soldier due to start soon, Chris had needed the three weeks of isolation in Maine to prepare himself for the whirlwind that was filming a Marvel movie and everything that surrounded it. He loved the process of making the movies, especially when he got to work with the same people, but there was a lot of pressure involved with so many people to impress that he needed to be mentally prepared for it all.

He was awoken around eight by a text from his mom:

Flight just landed. See you when you get home. Love Mom

He smiled and set the phone down after reading her message. Boy would she be surprised when she got to his house and found him already there.

He set an alarm on his phone for another thirty minutes, knowing it would take her an hour to get her luggage and get to his place from the airport. Then he rolled back over and fell back to sleep.

When his alarm went off, he hit the snooze option and rolled back over. It was ten til nine when he finally forced himself out of bed. With just enough time to start a pot of coffee and get dressed before his mom got home, he headed down stairs wearing what he wore to bed: absolutely nothing.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a lemony scent reached his nose, making him pause. He couldn’t recall having smelled it before, but he had gotten home shortly after 2 in the morning and his mom had stayed in town after he’d left, maybe she’d purchased one of those wall plugin smelly things.

Shrugging, he continued his way to the kitchen, but came to a halt in the doorway at the sight that greeted him: a woman, at least he assumed it was a woman from the shapely ass framed in a pair of denim shorts, was on her hands and knees, with her back to him. He couldn’t help but watch as she leaned forward and then backwards, doing God only knew to his floor. Her ass wasn’t as full or plump as he normally found attractive, but it still hypnotized him nonetheless.

As she dried the floor of the kitchen with a rag, an odd feeling came over Ellie. She shook it off at first, but her gut kept insisting that she was being watched. Letting go of the towel, she rose to her knees and then pulled the earbuds out of her ears.

Frozen in the doorway, Chris watched as the unknown woman turned her head in his direction. He watched her eyes widen in shock. That’s when he remembered he was buck ass naked.

In all the scenarios that Ellie had imagined meeting her boss, Chris Evans, in, none of them had included seeing his face and his penis at the same time. It didn’t help that the first thing she saw was said penis as it was practically at her eye level. She’d had to force her eyes up to look at his face and she could tell the second he remembered that he was naked.

Chris saw the woman’s eyes drop to his cock, a second time, and grabbed the closest thing he could find, a roll of paper towels, and covered himself. Or at least tried to.

Embarrassed, Ellie adverted her eyes despite her girly parts getting excited over the first penis she’d seen since moving to LA. Then she heard something that sounded like a heavy door closing, looking up she saw Chris eyes widen and knew that she wasn’t hearing things.

Chris glanced at the clock and with a gulp realized that it was nine and that his mother had just arrived. He could hear his mom putting her luggage down and knew he couldn’t escape the kitchen without running into her. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the edge of the first paper towel with one hand and then used the other hand to unroll more paper towels in an attempt to cover his backside.

Of course, in his haste to cover himself, he hadn’t remembered that he only had two hands which is why his mom found him in the doorway with half his ass still exposed.

“Honestly Christopher!” his mother exclaimed. She quickly gathered what had happened after looking into the kitchen and seeing Ellie in the middle of the kitchen on her knees with a rag directly behind her. Grabbing the roll of paper towels out of Chris’ hand, she completed the coverage he had attempted. “Go get dressed. Now!”

“Ma, it’s not what it looks like,” Chris said, quickly. “I have no idea -”

“I thought I told you to go get dressed,” Lisa cut him off, giving him her best glare.

Knowing better than to argue with his mom, Chris quickly left the room and his footsteps were soon heard on the stairs.

“Oh, Ellie,” Lisa said, covering her mouth to keep from laughing at the pale expression on her young friend’s face. “I am so sorry. I don’t know how this happened.”

“It’s ok?” Ellie asked, unsure of how one properly responded to a situation like this.

“He must have caught an earlier flight,” Lisa said, offering a hand up to the young woman who took it. “Or, I suppose he could have lied about what time his flight came in to surprise me.”

“He surprised the hell out of me, I felt myself being watched, turned around and there was a penis at eye level,” Ellie said without thinking and then remembered that Lisa was Chris’s mom. “Oh my God. Lisa, I- ” She stopped talking when Lisa started laughing.

She was still laughing when Chris returned to the kitchen a moment later.

“What’s going on?” he asked, eyeing his mom who was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks. Then his eyes moved to the unknown woman standing next to her. She was an inch or so shorter than his mom, but closer to himself in age, probably younger. Her dark brown hair was pulled away from her face and she was wearing a black tank top that dipped conservatively low on her ample chest, revealing a hint of cleavage.

“Ellie was just telling me how you two met,” his mom said, finally attempting to control her laughter.

“And how exactly did we meet, Ellie?” Chris asked, giving the woman a pointed look.

“You came into the kitchen without a stitch of clothing on,” Ellie replied, crossing her arms over her chest.. “About ten minutes ago.”

“Which was not at all how I intended for you two to meet,” his mom said with a chuckle.

At his mother’s words, Chris’s eyes left Ellie’s face and went to his mom’s. “What do you mean, intended?” he asked, slowly.

“Chris Evans, meet Ellie Spencer, your new housekeeper,” his mom said with a smile. “Ellie meet my oldest son Chris.”

“Housekeeper?” Chris asked, giving his mom a ‘what?’ look.

“Ellie, we’re going to let you get back to what you were doing and go upstairs and talk,” Lisa said, grabbing Chris’s elbow and steering him from the room.

“I made the bed for you in the guest room you used last time,” Ellie called after them.

“Thank you, dear,” his mom called back.

The ‘keep your mouth shut’ look his mom gave him kept Chris from opening his mouth as he picked up her luggage and started up the stairs. He deposited her luggage in the guestroom she always slept it and then grabbed her elbow, albeit gently, and led her into his room, which he knew was sound proof.

“What the hell did you do, mom?” he demanded after kicking the door closed behind them.

“First of all, don’t take that tone of voice with me,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “Second of all, I’ve been telling you to hire a housekeeper since you bought your first house here in LA and after the state I found this place when I came for the Oscars, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So you just hired someone without consulting me? It’s my house, ma!”

“She needed a job and a place to live and you needed a housekeeper.”

“Wait! You mean to tell me that you met a stranger who told you a sob story and you just hired her on the spot?!”

“Of course not!” She gave him a look that told him she was a offended he’d think that. “I’ve known Ellie since last fall. She is the lovely young woman I met at that used bookstore I told you about.”

“Ok, first, I’m sorry for what I suggested, but second, how did all of this end up happening?”

Lisa explained about her other trips to the bookstore and another customer overhearing her rants about his and Scott’s inability to clean up after themselves. She was very specific regarding the fact that Ellie wasn’t involved in the conversation that led to her deciding to find him a housekeeper and that Ellie hadn’t even officially been a candidate, but that she had been perfect for the job.

“Just take a look at the house,” his mom said, gesturing to his bedroom. “I don’t know if you remember the way you left it, but it didn’t look like this.”

Chris surveyed his room and felt his ears redden with embarrassment as he noted that the room was a hell of a lot cleaner than when he’d left for Maine. He hadn’t even noticed the night before, but he supposed that was because when his mom came to visit she cleaned.

“Ma,” he said, apologetically. “I’m sorry for being the worst son ever. You take such good care of us, I didn’t realize that I’d gotten this lazy around here.”

“You’re not the worst son by a long shot,” she replied then leveled him with a look that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking when he grinned. “And neither is your brother, by the way.

“You both live such busy lives, I know you do, but so do I. When I come out here to visit you boys, I want to enjoy my vacation and while that includes filling your freezer with home cooked meals, it doesn’t include doing three months of your laundry.”

Chris smiled sheepishly and said, “So this Ellie girl -”

“She’s a woman,” his mom interrupted.

“Alright, this Ellie woman, you trust her?” he asked.

“I do,” his mom replied. “She moved here last summer from Oregon for a job but quit it because her boss was a pervert. When I met her she was working at the bookstore and apparently at a coffee shop, but I didn’t know that until last month.

“Chris, she was living with her aunt and uncle and she was going to have to pick up a third job in order to afford a studio apartment! The day I hired her, I had interviewed five other housekeepers from different staffing places and I didn’t like any of them.”

“So where is she living now?” he asked though he was certain he already knew the answer.

“The guest cottage,” his mom said confirming his suspicions. “And before you start asking how much she is paid and all of that, she works for me and her money comes from the money you insist on giving me every month.”

“Ma! That money is for you to use,” Chris insisted.

“And this is how I chose to use part of it,” he mom replied. “The rest goes to savings and my yearly Vegas trip with my friends back home.”

“Alright, so Ellie lives and works here,” he said, quickly shifting the topic away from his mom’s trips to Sin City with her best friends who were also divorced women. There were just some things a son did not want to know about his mother and her activities in Vegas were near the top of that list. “What exactly is her job description?”

“She is the housekeeper, she’ll keep the house clean, though I expect you to keep your room and bathroom clean,” she segued, giving him a pointed look before continuing, “She’ll do the grocery shopping and take care of hiring out any maintenance should something come up.

“She’s not necessarily here to cook for you, but if you tell her you’ll be home for dinner, I’m certain she’d make sure there was something to eat. Most importantly, she’ll be at the house while you’re gone. Which is convenient seeing as you’re leaving in a couple weeks for filming.”

“And if this whole arrangement doesn’t work out?” he asked.

“You’ll answer to me,” his mom replied. “And then I might try and convince her to move to Boston, move into your room and be my housekeeper there.”

“That’s low, ma,” Chris said with a frown.

“Then don’t challenge me on this,” she replied. “She still works at the bookstore, by the way, so she won’t be under foot all the time.”

“Alright, we’ll do this your way,” Chris conceded. He wrapped his arms around his mom and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, ma.”

“I love you, too,” she replied.

“I suppose I should go downstairs and actually talk to Ellie,” he said.

“That would be a good idea,” his mom agreed. “And please promise me you won’t go walking around your house naked unless you know for sure she’s not around.”

“Only if you promise to not go hiring more people behind my back,” Chris said with a chuckle. “Though Scott probably wouldn’t mind if you hired a poolboy.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “You go talk to Ellie,” she said. “I’m going to lie down for a bit, I’ve been up since three this morning trying to get here.”

Chris walked his mom to her the guestroom and then went down the stairs, the scent of coffee growing stronger as he neared the kitchen. He found Ellie sitting in the breakfast nook with a cup of coffee and joined her after grabbing a cup for himself.

“I’m sorry for surprising you this morning,” he said, sitting down across the table from her.

“It’s not your fault,” she replied with a blush on her cheeks. “You didn’t know I was here and I didn’t know you were here.”

“My mom sure got a good laugh over it,” he replied. “Someday, maybe we will too.”

“You’re not going to go all Chandler Bing on me now are you?” she asked and he gave her a confused look. “You know, Friends?”

“Of course, I know who Chandler Bing is,” he replied. “I was just trying to -” he stopped talking when her reference finally clicked, but his memory of the episode was different. “Chandler walked in on Rachel, not the other way around and then Rachel tried to catch him unaware, but the point is, no, I will not actively try to catch you naked.”

“However, should I find myself in a position where you end up naked, I promise I won’t look away. You got an eye full, no, sorry… a couple eye fulls this morning. I think it’s only fair that, if put in a similar situation, I take the same advantage.”

“How un-Captain America of you,” she replied with a laugh. “But if we end up in that situation, I’ll wait a second or two for you to look before I cover myself.”

“I think we’ll get along just fine,” Chris said with a smile. “I’ll probably go for a swim around ten tonight, feel free to leave your blinds open.” Her face paled and he knew he’d crossed the line, especially when his mom’s words about her former boss came back to him. “Shit, Ellie. I’m sorry. I took the joke too far.” He pulled his hands roughly through his hair. “Fuck. If a guy said that to one of my sisters, he would be dead. Please don’t tell my mom about this, she’d murder me.”

“I won’t tell your mom,” Ellie replied, standing up. “But I think I’m going to go lay down for awhile. Your mom said she’d show me how to make some of your favorite dishes while she is here this week, so I’ll take advantage of some downtime.”

Chris watched her leave the kitchen and groaned when he heard the backdoor open and then close. He felt like a fucking idiot. No longer thirsty, he poured the rest of his coffee down the drain and then put his and Ellie’s cups in the dishwasher. Then he headed out to the garage where he kept his gym equipment.

Episode 3

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