I Licked It, It's Mine

18+ or DO NOT ENGAGE, some content NSFW ⭐️ MOBILE MASTERLIST 40+ Many things to many people so this is my place to escape. Chris Evans fantasizer, writer of fanfic when the muse is chatty. Drop by the inbox anytime gorgeous soul.

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Escape reality moment

I’m finally watching “The Materialists” and up to a part where Chris and the girl crash a wedding. The song “That’s All” is playing and that’s the song I had planned on Chris playing on the piano when he proposed to Nicole.

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Mini-Escape: The other "D" Day

Written as a response to a reader who asked what Nicole's reaction was on the day Chris leaked the D pic to Insta

Finally, a much needed quiet moment to sit down and relax.  Nicole popped a caramel square into her mouth from a secret stash she kept.  Before she could truly get to enjoy it, her phone rang, displaying the name “Thundertwat.”  

She swiped to answer her best friend, Dani. 

“Hey, wha—”

In an excited, loud rush, Dani blurted out “You lucky, lucky bitch and that poor, poor bastard!”  

Nicole struggled to pry the sticky candy off the roof of her mouth with her tongue.  She tried to ask a question but it sounded more like, “Whatchutawkabutt.” 

After a short scream, Dani shouted.  “Ooooh shit!!! Ohmygod, ohmygod, OH MY FUCKING GOD!!  YOU DON’T KNOW?!  Oh my poor, dear friend. I hate to break it to ya but shits about to hit the proverbial fan in your house.  I mean, social media’s drooling, panties around the world are dropping – probably some boxer briefs, too, and –”

Candy situation finally under control, Nicole interrupted her rant.  “Dani, I don’t understand, what the hell are you talking about? What happened?”

Text messages alerts were starting to pop up one after the other.  

“Nicole.  Your man is out there for the world to see in all of his lengthy glory!  He released a dick pic on Insta.”

“HE DID WHAAAATTT!?!!”

Just then, Chris’s name appeared as a call waiting.  

“Give me a min, Chris is calling on the other line.”

“Trust me, it's gonna be a lot LONGER than a minute.  Good luck, call me later.”

Picking up the other call, Nicole was greeted by the sound of Chris and another person yelling back and forth, clearly freaking out. 

“Chris?  Chris?!”

“Nic.. I, fuck! I fuckin’ posted a dick pic to insta! I didn’t mean to, I didn’t realize.. FAACK!!  It’s taken down now but it’s out there. Damage is done. , I took it down but the damage is done. This is a fuckin’ nightmare!”

She let him vent and get it out of his system. There was a lot of anger at himself, panic, and humiliation  to his voice and she had to work hard to keep her tone even and not add to it. 

When the words started to slow she spoke softly and calmly. “Chris, let’s take a breath together, okay?” 

After a minute or so of deep breathing she asked him to explain how it happened. She was furious and embarrassed for him, and for herself, but she couldn’t let it show.  

“I’m still confused, like, , were you looking at a photo of your junk and thought ‘let’s share this work of art?’l   After a brief pause she added “it was yours, right?”

“Of course it was!!  And no, nothing like that. I was bored in my trailer. You know we can’t hang around set unless you’re in the scene now because of all the damn social distancing shit, and I was clearing out my photos.”

“Okay…”

“And, you know how I’ve been photo and video dumping on insta lately? The fans and the public have really been enjoying it.  I wanted to share something else I found.”

“And that thing was your dick?”

“No! It was a video,  but I didn’t realize at the end it showed a screenshot of a bunch of old photos and one of them happened to be…my Johnson.”

Nicole dropped her head into her hand, exasperated. “This is why we don’t let you do shit on your own with the phone Chris!”

“How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

“You didn’t. You just suck at technology. My god,  Joanna must be losing her damn mind.”

“Oh she is, we already had a zoom call about it, hence the yelling when you called.” 

“When was the pic from?”  Even after all these years, the fact that he had a past was still not an easy thing to swallow (unlike him the wicked little voice in your head teased)

“Actually, it was a bunch of pics you and I were sending each other last year when I was away filming. The ones where you were writing funny shit on some old corny headshots where I was trying to hard to look cool, remember? And I said I had a better headshot to show you.” 

“Ohhh, the black and white one?”

“Yep.”

Now the comments from Dani made sense.  Lucky girl indeed. Now everyone knew it.

“Shit, Nic, sorry I gotta run. Jo is calling, I’ll call you later. Love you. I’m so sorry.”

She said her goodbye and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She was so thankful that their son, who was down for a nap, was too young to know what was going on. Nicole decided to ignore the texts and calls coming in to her. It wasn’t as if she had a good answer to give anyone anyway. 

Truly, what would she say? She ran down some responses out loud. 

“Yep, that’s his dick.” 

“Now you know why he’s so cocky!”

“Tacky right? Ugh, gag me with a … spoon.”

“Why yes, I do enjoy riding it like a pogo stick. Wouldn’t you?” 

“Well, he did play a supersized superhero. Maybe fiction became reality?” 

“So glad you all got to see my man’s Boston beef whistle!” 

She hung her head in her hands and gave herself a moment to breath deeply. It was going to be a long day and night and she was already feeling exhausted.  

Only one thing to do.  She got up and waddled over to the cabinet with the caramel stash, taking one more to satisfy the demanding cravings generated by the daughter growing inside of her. 

She chewed on the way to the couch, hoping to get her feet up and take a little snooze while she could.   As far as she was concerned, the gossip seekers could suck it. 

Pun intended. 

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This is GLORIOUS!!!! AND BABY?!?!?! Ohhhh I missed them, thank you for sharing such a sweet moment of them 💕 I can only imagine what those phone calls with Jo were like, our poor boy!

Amazing as always love

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@astheskycries ty! And yes that must have been the day Jo contemplated becoming an alcoholic for sure 🤦🏻‍♀️ Babies! Not sure if you caught it (I snuck it in there) but she had their son sleeping upstairs and pregnant with a girl 😁

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Hi! I was just curious because I love how your mind works. How do you you think Nicole reacted when Chris leaked that d*ick pic?

This was a fantastic question, nonnie. I hadn't thought about the situation before but I had a lot of fun doing it now. I ended up writing something up for it as a Mini Escape, hope you enjoy and feel free to send any other questions you may have!

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Mini-Escape: The other "D" Day

Written as a response to a reader who asked what Nicole's reaction was on the day Chris leaked the D pic to Insta

Finally, a much needed quiet moment to sit down and relax.  Nicole popped a caramel square into her mouth from a secret stash she kept.  Before she could truly get to enjoy it, her phone rang, displaying the name “Thundertwat.”  

She swiped to answer her best friend, Dani. 

“Hey, wha—”

In an excited, loud rush, Dani blurted out “You lucky, lucky bitch and that poor, poor bastard!”  

Nicole struggled to pry the sticky candy off the roof of her mouth with her tongue.  She tried to ask a question but it sounded more like, “Whatchutawkabutt.” 

After a short scream, Dani shouted.  “Ooooh shit!!! Ohmygod, ohmygod, OH MY FUCKING GOD!!  YOU DON’T KNOW?!  Oh my poor, dear friend. I hate to break it to ya but shits about to hit the proverbial fan in your house.  I mean, social media’s drooling, panties around the world are dropping – probably some boxer briefs, too, and –”

Candy situation finally under control, Nicole interrupted her rant.  “Dani, I don’t understand, what the hell are you talking about? What happened?”

Text messages alerts were starting to pop up one after the other.  

“Nicole.  Your man is out there for the world to see in all of his lengthy glory!  He released a dick pic on Insta.”

“HE DID WHAAAATTT!?!!”

Just then, Chris’s name appeared as a call waiting.  

“Give me a min, Chris is calling on the other line.”

“Trust me, it's gonna be a lot LONGER than a minute.  Good luck, call me later.”

Picking up the other call, Nicole was greeted by the sound of Chris and another person yelling back and forth, clearly freaking out. 

“Chris?  Chris?!”

“Nic.. I, fuck! I fuckin’ posted a dick pic to insta! I didn’t mean to, I didn’t realize.. FAACK!!  It’s taken down now but it’s out there. Damage is done. , I took it down but the damage is done. This is a fuckin’ nightmare!”

She let him vent and get it out of his system. There was a lot of anger at himself, panic, and humiliation  to his voice and she had to work hard to keep her tone even and not add to it. 

When the words started to slow she spoke softly and calmly. “Chris, let’s take a breath together, okay?” 

After a minute or so of deep breathing she asked him to explain how it happened. She was furious and embarrassed for him, and for herself, but she couldn’t let it show.  

“I’m still confused, like, , were you looking at a photo of your junk and thought ‘let’s share this work of art?’l   After a brief pause she added “it was yours, right?”

“Of course it was!!  And no, nothing like that. I was bored in my trailer. You know we can’t hang around set unless you’re in the scene now because of all the damn social distancing shit, and I was clearing out my photos.”

“Okay…”

“And, you know how I’ve been photo and video dumping on insta lately? The fans and the public have really been enjoying it.  I wanted to share something else I found.”

“And that thing was your dick?”

“No! It was a video,  but I didn’t realize at the end it showed a screenshot of a bunch of old photos and one of them happened to be…my Johnson.”

Nicole dropped her head into her hand, exasperated. “This is why we don’t let you do shit on your own with the phone Chris!”

“How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

“You didn’t. You just suck at technology. My god,  Joanna must be losing her damn mind.”

“Oh she is, we already had a zoom call about it, hence the yelling when you called.” 

“When was the pic from?”  Even after all these years, the fact that he had a past was still not an easy thing to swallow (unlike him the wicked little voice in your head teased)

“Actually, it was a bunch of pics you and I were sending each other last year when I was away filming. The ones where you were writing funny shit on some old corny headshots where I was trying to hard to look cool, remember? And I said I had a better headshot to show you.” 

“Ohhh, the black and white one?”

“Yep.”

Now the comments from Dani made sense.  Lucky girl indeed. Now everyone knew it.

“Shit, Nic, sorry I gotta run. Jo is calling, I’ll call you later. Love you. I’m so sorry.”

She said her goodbye and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She was so thankful that their son, who was down for a nap, was too young to know what was going on. Nicole decided to ignore the texts and calls coming in to her. It wasn’t as if she had a good answer to give anyone anyway. 

Truly, what would she say? She ran down some responses out loud. 

“Yep, that’s his dick.” 

“Now you know why he’s so cocky!”

“Tacky right? Ugh, gag me with a … spoon.”

“Why yes, I do enjoy riding it like a pogo stick. Wouldn’t you?” 

“Well, he did play a supersized superhero. Maybe fiction became reality?” 

“So glad you all got to see my man’s Boston beef whistle!” 

She hung her head in her hands and gave herself a moment to breath deeply. It was going to be a long day and night and she was already feeling exhausted.  

Only one thing to do.  She got up and waddled over to the cabinet with the caramel stash, taking one more to satisfy the demanding cravings generated by the daughter growing inside of her. 

She chewed on the way to the couch, hoping to get her feet up and take a little snooze while she could.   As far as she was concerned, the gossip seekers could suck it. 

Pun intended. 

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I had to share this amazing song that was released today by a friend’s daughter. She’s about to graduate high school and, if this song is any indication, about to launch an amazing music career. It’s haunting, heartbreaking, and will live in your head. I was watching it like a movie in my mind by the end. Give it a listen and like it to share and boost her up. Hostage by Emily Darcy

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Escape mini - after Africa

This is a continuation of the time after Chris returns from 10 weeks way. No beta, typed off the top of head with some moments I've been saving for years. Hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for the support and for continuing to read their story!

Chris was exhausted and jet lagged after the incredibly long flight home after wrapping up Red Sea Diving Resort.  After leaving the gathering at his mom’s house he managed to stay awake long enough for a shower and a short snuggle time with you and Dodger, but not much else.  It was totally okay, though.  Just being able to sleep beside him was all you needed.  

Friday was spent catching up with friends in the area and doing laundry, getting used to being back home and adjusting to the time change.  You did get to have some quality love time in the morning before seeing everyone else, but it was just a taste.  The real magic would happen once you and he were secluded in your family’s home in the Catskills region of upstate New York.  No distractions, demands, or time constraints.  Just the two of you and Dodger from Saturday through Thursday.  After that it was another four hour drive back to his house to say goodbye yet again.  He had a couple of weeks left of work in Atlanta to wrap up the latest Avengers movie, but he’d be back for Thanksgiving and no more work until January.  

You arrived at the empty house in the early afternoon on Saturday.  Your parents had gone up to the house earlier in the week to prepare it for your visit.  The fridge was stocked, bed changed, wood for the fireplace stacked, fresh towels in the bathroom ready for use.  Everything was clean and cozy and required no effort, just relaxation as if going away on vacation.  

It was the first time in your life that you had been up here on your own with a man.  The only time you’d even been at the cabin without your family was with Dani and Jade for a long weekend, but that was obviously quite different.  It wasn’t like either of them had a dick you wanted to ride like a pogo stick in every room of the house.  

Once unpacked you finally had a chance to relax with one another.  What followed was some of the most intimate, delicate, and emotional love making of your life.  It was as if you were rediscovering each other.  It had been months apart and so much trauma and pain endured during that time.  Rather than a “rip your clothes off” experience most people would have expected, this was more of a healing, soft, “let’s reconnect” session.  

Not wanting to go out and be around people that evening, you pulled out a container of sauce that your mom had made and set a pot of water to boil for pasta.  Chris was playing music and checking out the DVD and record collection in the living room.  

“Every Breath You Take” by The Police began to play.  Chris started singing along to it.  His voice got closer as he walked into the kitchen.  

Arms encircled your waist and his soft beard tickled your neck as he nuzzled it and sang to you.  

“Oh can’t you see, you belong to me.  How my poor heart aches, with every step you take.”  As he kissed his way down your throat your body began to tense.  You’d been holding back so many emotions for so long, putting on a show for everyone that you weren’t wrecked on the inside.  You’d been raised by a strong woman who always instilled in you a sense of independence.  How could you admit to anyone that being apart from Chris felt like a knife to the gut.  That you missed him so much it physically hurt in the center of your chest.  Perhaps if the distance and time hadn’t coincided with the world scrutinizing, judging, and placing you under a microscope it wouldn’t have been as intense, but there was no way to know. 

He felt the change in your body and asked what was wrong.  As corny as it was in hindsight, you used the song to explain it as the bridge started to play at that moment.  

Turning into his arms, you looked Chris in the eyes and sang the words you couldn’t have written better yourself. 

“Since you’ve gone, I’ve been lost without a trace. 

I dream at night, I can only see your face.  

I look around, but it’s you I can’t replace.  

I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace.  

I keep crying, baby, baby please.”

By the end you’d collapsed into his arms, sobbing so hard his long sleeved shirt was drenched in tears.  He held you tight, kissing the top of your head while stroking your back, soothing sounds coming from his lips as he let you get it all out. 

He stayed with you and finished the pasta while you sat on a stool at the island sipping on a glass of wine to relax your nerves.  It was the beginning of an evening of long, deep conversation that moved from the dinner table to the floor in front of the couch.  The fireplace provided the backdrop needed, Dodger’s belly was willing and eager for attention as he stretched out between his humans.   

After an hour or so, the tender touches he gave you started to feel different.  He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek after.  You curled your face into the palm of his hand, turning to place a kiss into it.  It was the invitation he needed to lean in and give you one on the lips.   If you thought the sex in the afternoon had been intense, then you had no words to describe what happened on the floor of that living room in front of the roaring fire.  There were no longer any boundaries or hiding emotions, everything had been laid out wide open, souls bared.   For the rest of the evening your bodies were entwined and the only tears you released were from an orgasm so strong it made you cry in ecstasy.  

That was quite possibly one of the most relaxing “vacations” you’d ever taken.  No work for either of you.  Plans made spur of the moment.  With his long hair and thick beard he was truly unrecognizable and going out to eat or shop in town was totally stress free.   No feelings of being in a relationship with a “celebrity” to worry about.  If only it could be this simple all the time. 

There was a morning where Dodger wanted to go out early, and you let him out.  Chris came out to the porch where you were waiting and wrapped you in a blanket.  He was covered in one too and you sat together watching the sunrise over the mountain tops before going back to bed.   

Long drives through the windy roads of the countryside were a favorite way to pass some time.  The weather was pleasant enough to bring lunch and do some short hikes with Dodger when an area looked interesting.  

One not so fun day was when Dodger was out wandering the property while you and Chris were messing around taking photos.  A loud yelp was heard and then he came running towards the house like a bat out of hell.  The stench that wafted off of him was unmistakable.  He’d been sprayed by a skunk!  Utter chaos ensued as Chris googled what to do and you ran inside to grab the ingredients needed to wash him.   

“Straight to the bathtub,” you screamed at Chris and Dodger when they entered the house.  “He’s not going anywhere else!  OH MY GOD does he STINK!  HOLY FUCK!!”  You had always been sensitive to smells and this one was turning your stomach.   The dog kept trying to jump out of the tub and battle Chris but he wasn’t going to win.  You came in right after them and closed the door to make sure he didn’t escape.  There was a small sliding window on the wall and you opened it to get some air circulating.  Hydrogen Peroxide was under the sink and you brought the bottle of dish soap and box of baking soda that Chris said were needed to bath him.  He got multiple baths before he could get dried off and let out.   It was an adventure to remember.  

On the final night, you learned that Chris needed to shave his beard off.  The scenes he was going to start filming were now going to require him to go back to the traditional look of short hair, clean shaven Steve Rogers.  It was a look you loved in the movies, but this shaggy, mountain man look was definitely doing things for you.  Seeing him in the Cap outfit with the hair and beard was going to cause a lot of theater seats to be ruined.  

He was in the bathroom, checking out his face when you entered and asked, “Can I shave it? Do you trust me to get that close to your throat with a razor?”

“If you can do it without slicing me to pieces, maybe.”

“I’ll do my best, you can always take over.  Deal?”

After a pause, he handed you a pair of scissors from his shaving kit.  “You’ll need to trim it with these first.”

Gleefully, you hopped up on the counter and got to work, tossing the hair into a small trash can he had moved to the top of the toilet seat.  When it was close enough to his face to more easily shave the moment of trust finally came. 

Chris wet his face and you applied the shaving cream to it, lathering it up to cover the beard fully.  He wanted the smoother shave that a razor could give, versus the electric one. 

Carefully, you unveiled the baby face you hadn’t seen since June or July.  There were a couple of small nicks but nothing more than he would have done to himself, or so he said.  Strangely, the act of shaving him was a bit erotic.  You found yourself getting highly turned on as it went along.  Maybe it was seeing him the way he’d looked on your first date, or a throwback to your lust for this Steve Rogers look, but it was definitely doing it for you.   When the job was done and he washed his face again, you watched him checking out his face in the mirror and said in as sultry a voice as possible, “Welcome back Captain Rogers.”  

The hair was still long, but the jawline was on display and so were the broad shoulders and bare chest.   There were no words needed, he picked up what you wanted immediately.   Within seconds your legs were wrapped around his hips and he was carrying you to bed where you got to enjoy another role play session with the Captain.   

Life was good.  Life didn’t suck – but you sure did. 

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bored and working on the next request. Have a scene involving "Every Breath You Take" by The Police I'm typing up right now. It's been in my head for years and I'm so glad to finally have a chance to write it and send it out to the readers.

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Hi! Your Escape series is still one of my favorites. I just wanted to know how Chris and Nicole's reunion was after he came back. 10 weeks is a looooong time, specially with everything that happened in between.

Hi Nonnie, thank you so much for the question and the interest! So I'm doing this as a multipart. One for a short overview of the night he returned. The others will be posted once ready as their time and some scenes from a week together after. I apologize for any errors, these aren't being beta read and I'm just flying by the seat of my pants on them.

Chris arrived in Boston on a late Thursday afternoon in early November, heading straight to Lisa’s house where the family was gathered for a much anticipated welcome home.  

You’d come to his mom’s home a few hours earlier and immediately took a spot in the kitchen preparing the food for the celebration.  Keeping your hands busy helped you focus and settle your nerves. The constant conversations helped keep your mind occupied to prevent it from spiraling. So much had transpired in the 10 weeks since Chris had left for Africa.  What would it be like to see him in the flesh again after all of it?  Already it felt surreal. 

During the chaos and turmoil you made a decision to take a break from him.  It was suggested by your therapist — and your mom— in order to allow you to process the madness that had become your life. Was being with Chris worth it? Did you truly feel it would be a long term relationship that would merit the scrutiny and harassment that would inevitably continue for you?  What could your future hold? How could it go? Could you see one without him in it?  

While Chris understood your reasons for the break, he didn’t exactly agree with you about it.  Those six days felt like forever, but the depths of discussions after proved it was the right thing to do.  Both of you did some soul searching and the old saying held true: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  

When Chris came through the door every human in the room knew instinctively to step back and wait their turn because Dodger was going to be the first to greet him.  Humans understood why he was gone and when he’d be returning. To Dodger it must have felt like years.  

Chris was practically knocked down  as the dog leaped into the air straight for his chest.  The proud papa caught him as best he could with a backpack still in his hand, and promptly dropped down to the floor, rolling around with the dog as he sniffed, barked, and kissed Chris all over and you caught it all on video with your phone.  

Rather than be next in line, you moved behind everyone and let Chris’s mom and then sisters and the kids go ahead.  Your body was shaking, your breath was, too. Tears threatened to run down at any moment, making you blink rapidly.  He was hugging everyone but constantly looking at you every chance he got while making his way through the group. 

When he finally reached you there was a pause as you assessed each other and time felt like it stood still. Just as quickly as it happened it ended and he wrapped you into his big, strong arms and hugged you so tight to his chest that it took your breath away.  The tears finally came pouring down your face and you could feel the hot droplets on your shoulder letting you know that he was also crying.  Over and over came whispered words of love to each other.   The sound of footsteps retreating to the other room let you know that the family had left to give you both some privacy. 

Anticipating this moment for so long  made it feel like a dream once it finally happened. Also imagining all of the moments that would come later in the evening once you went back home to his house kept you going through the rest of dinner.  

Remembering that you only had him for another week before he had to, once again, leave for work was enough to make fresh tears spring to your eyes.  Tomorrow you had to share him with his friends and family again, but from Saturday to next Thursday he belonged only to you and Dodger. You were whisking them both away with you to your family’s home in upstate New York where you could finally decompress and be alone.  You couldn’t fucking wait. 

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Attention Escapees

I'm still working on some scenes/walk throughs/mini escapes from questions that have come in. If you'd like to be tagged just reply to this and feel free to keep sending in your questions to me or the characters and any scenarios you'd like to know about. Hoping it will allow me to pull together enough content to create a wrap up to the story on ao3 at some point. Thank you all for reading (and in some cases re-reading, re-reading) you are amazing!

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Escape question from a reader #1 of ?

A reader send a message and asked: How would it go with them while he was doing the play in NY?

Love this question. I have so much in my head for this timeframe. Let's break it down. Now, if memory serves correct, he began rehearsals for the show at the very end of January. He moves into the rental apartment right after the new year. 2018 was a particularly harsh Winter in New York. Snowstorms and blizzards happened almost weekly. Nicole ended up working remotely from his apartment on multiple occasions due to the weather and train service from the city to Long Island being cancelled.

By the end of the month, Chris asked if she'd be willing and able to do it for a couple of months so that they could spend time together as much as possible before his performances began in March. Once the show begins he will be in every one of them, sometimes two performances in a day. His only days off would be Tuesday and Thursdays, and that schedule would continue until mid May. She agrees and they essentially live together as a couple full time, getting to know each other truly for the first time as they usually only get to spend a few days at a clip together since they began dating.

Nicole goes with him to the cast party in February and meets everyone. She enters through a side door so that she can avoid the paparazzi that is outside taking photos, but can't help but cling to him once inside because of how incredible he look. No one can wear a sweater like this man.

In NY they can blend in and go relatively unnoticed. They enjoy evenings out at plays, movies, dinners, walking with Dodger when it wasn't too freezing outside. After he finishes rehearsals on Friday afternoons they'll take a drive to spend the weekend with his family or hers.

They have lots of fun and sexy times, too. He eagerly agrees to fulfill one of her fantasies of fucking to Led Zepplin's IV album. He comes home from rehearsal one day dressed in his police uniform and proceeds to bring out the handcuffs for an incredible night of role playing.

Valentine's Day was on a Wednesday and they kept it romantic but quiet. She made dinner for him and had it set out by candle light when he came home from rehearsal. She bought him a beautiful art print of one of his favorite places in Massachusetts, Walden Pond. He bought her tickets to Hamilton and a bottle of perfume that she had been eyeing.

Come March, the play begins and the day before his first show he comes home from a hair appointment with a terrible haircut. Nicole doesn't quite know how to tell him how bad it looks and tries to figure out the wording while he's in the bathroom. Once he emerges her jaw drops. As if the hair wasn't bad enough, he shaved off his beard and gave himself a mustache that made him look like some kind of knockoff 1980's guido wannabe porn star.

Nicole didn't think it was possible to be turned off when looking at Chris but she was wrong. The look dried her up like she was sitting in quicksand. It definitely took some getting used to. Eventually she came around and she accepted and began to even appreciate the look, or at least his commitment to a role, but she couldn't wait for May when he was done with the show so he could return to normal.

Chris let her do the honors of shaving the damn mustache off after the final show. God bless him.

Thank you @shoegal73. I'm happy to answer anything i may have missed for this time

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I got into fanfic because of your Escape series. I totally get what you're saying because I feel exactly the same. I hug you and wish you all the best!

Hi Nonnie, Thank you so much and I hope you're still in it and enjoying fanfic from the other amazing writers here, or writing your own.

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So glad to have you back! I always wanted to know what Nicole's reaction was when her identity was revealed. How did she deal with that? Was Chris helpful?

Hi Nonny! Thank you for the question! I have written and rewritten the chapter dealing with this so many times and it was the last thing that I worked on but never completed. In summary, this is the time between. The chapter was going to be called “The Space Between” (inspired by the song by Dave Matthew’s Band)

She didn’t handle it well. How could anyone in her situation, though, really? The bomb went off the same day that Chris left for Africa to film for 2 months. She was on her own without him, but thankfully his team was ready to help her through it. They gave her advice, making sure to remind her to respond “No comment” and that she had an NDA. It took some practice to not let them get under her skin and become reactive. There was at least one scolding from his publicist when she learned Nicole had told one in particular to get fucked in quite a colorful way.

Calls began coming into her office line and after a few “reporters” were able to slip through to her line as being clients there had to be rules put into place to challenge every person who called looking to speak with her. No case info, no direct transfer.

Co-workers were a bit of a challenge. There was some jealousy involved, either that Nicole was getting special treatment (she really wasn’t) or that she landed a celebrity and how could someone like her do that? Some were offended that she had kept it a secret. Nicole could expect to walk into the kitchen or walk past some desks where people were gathered and hear sudden silence. Lunches alone in her office became a thing. Valentina is the only person she can trust there, other than a few of the attorneys who do their best to guide and protect her.

Family that isn’t immediate reach out to see that she’s okay. Some pump for info that can’t be given, some take offense to that, but she has to be careful. Between the nda and people willing to do anything for a buck she can’t help but be cautious. There was a small circle of trust.

Therapy helped her manage the rising anxiety. She took to working from home some days to avoid the additional stress at the office. She missed Chris so much. Because of time zones he was 7 hours ahead of her but they made it work to talk and video call frequently. He was in the majority of the scenes being shot, as he was the lead in Red Sea Diving Resort, but there was plenty of downtime when setting up shots, etc.

Nicole enjoyed the video calls most of all, mostly due to how amazing he looked with his shaggy hair and beard that was uncharacteristic for him but sexy as fuck. They gave him a fake tan that, combined with the look, made her weak in the knees and wet everywhere else. She couldn’t wait until he got home and she could get her hands on him.

Chris’s family really stepped up and it helped to grow some relationships and bonds. Shanna came to stay with her for a weekend and Nicole was frequently on the phone with Lisa, Scott, and Carly with calls and texts. They’d all lived through the chaos and commotion that comes with being in Chris’s orbit and shared in her growing pains with it.

There were a lot of nights spent crying herself to sleep, especially at first. For her own mental wellbeing she shut down all of her social media and deleted the apps. It was the only way to stop herself from reading comments that infuriated or hurt her. Even though there were plenty of well wishers, the negative ones always seemed to be the ones that stood out and stayed in her head.

Nicole didn’t have a large circle of friends, but rather a small circle of ride or dies. That made knowing very clearly that “friends” who hadn’t reached out in years —and suddenly remembered she was alive — easily ignored.

Out of frustration and boredom one night she went out for a walk. A long one. It became a daily habit. A way to clear her head and the movement in her body helped control her stress levels. Exercise had never been a part of her life but it became a way to escape the world and lose herself in music or a podcast and bring her some much needed sanity.

Having so much phone sex that she nearly got carpal tunnel. Dani’s box turned out to be a godsend.

Chris proving he could be her rock even thousands of miles away. The separation mixed with the scrutiny and stress forced their relationship to a place way beyond the few months they had known each other. It forged a strong bond between them and deepened their love and appreciation at having found one another. They were unbreakable now.

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Hey lovely! I’m so happy to see you around, whether you write or not ❤️ My question would be what is their favorite thing to do together when they don’t have to worry about going anywhere or doing anything (outside of sex)?

Hi @astheskycries ty so much! It’s been a hot minute. I just needed to take a break amongst the craziness of life and the craziness of the fandom. I’m truly happy for him if he’s found his person. I was actually kinda tickled 😉 by the fact that when I saw those photos he released that I had captured the kind of rs partner he is. Seeing Northern Lights and the hiking to waterfalls, lounging around and reading. Honestly, it’s what I would have wanted for Chris and Nic too. I know the lights are on my lifelong bucket list. Low key jealous of them for getting to it first.

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It’s been a while, but the last several days I’ve been having dreams with Chris in them for the first time in a long time and my old muses started to poke their heads around the corner. I can feel my Chris and Nicole chatting and reminding me of things half written and things that are just notes. It may be because I have some stressful situations currently going on and my brain is looking for an escape (pun intended). Idk if I’ll start to type things up or not but for now….

Anyone have a question for me or for Chris and/or Nicole?

It may help me get going in the writing world again. There was so much story left to tell but so much overwhelm when looking to do it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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ahhh too bad for wattpad. but ao3 i have to register. im trying to read as much chris and his characters story i can from different writer before everything is gone, so many have already left 💔😭

I don’t think you have to register to read, only to be able to comment. I’d give it a try, I used to read on there all the time even before I registered to post things