Pairing for all submissions to the challenge will be Chris Evans and my OFC Nicole from Escape with Chris Evans. Timelines for when these take place will vary, these are extras and will not affect the main story at all.
Scott Evans has a reputation as a prankster and being “King of the jump scare.” When he makes plans to stay at Chris’s home in Massachusetts in October, Chris and Nicole rally the family to make some revenge plans of their own. Everyone has a role to play and the moment Scott arrives at the door he begins to encounter:
1. A hidden trigger beneath the doormat that screams as soon as he steps upon it.
2. The door opening by itself (thanks to his nephew hiding behind it) before he can begin to knock.
3. Smart bulbs have replaced traditional ones in the bathroom. Nicole controls it through an app on her phone and once he’s been inside for several seconds she turns off the lights, then turns them back on but in blood red color. When he calls out to ask what’s wrong, they’re back to white.
4. A realistic looking rat runs across the floor and cuts him off, causing a scream.
5. As Scott descends into the basement a sound operated large spider drops down and touches his shoulder, generating yet another heart pounding scream.
6. Whenever possible, members of the family wait behind walls and doors and walk out at the last second, causing him to jump at being the one ambushed.
Videos taken of his multiple shrieks of terror and freaked out faces are used as leverage to keep the family off of his hit list for at least six months.
A little scene between my characters, Chris and Nicole, from my story Escape With Chris Evans. This was inspired by a real life auto correct during a conversation I had with @nomadicpixel a while back. “Indonesia”, my sister from another mister. Thank you to @mrs-captain-evans for reading it through.
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Nicole and Chris have been apart due to filming and she is eager to set up a romantic getaway when he has a couple of days off in a row. Being that she’s at work, and knowing he’s likely on set and can’t talk freely, she decides to text him to see when he would be free.
NICOLE: Hey handsome, I miss you!
After a few minutes, she receives a reply.
CHRIS: I miss you, too, beautiful. 💙
NICOLE: Can you talk or are you on set?
CHRIS: Not really, I’m waiting for the crew to set up a stunt at the moment. What’s up?
NICOLE: I was thinking maybe we can steal away someplace for a night or two. Do you have any free days coming up? I need you all to myself for a while. 😈
CHRIS: I’m already there. 😜
NICOLE: LOL I wish!
CHRIS: So do I. I’ll check with Paul and see what he can work out with filming and flights. I know I have a couple of appearances to do next week 🙁
NICOLE: Any idea when? Where?
CHRIS: Indonesia
She is completely thrown off by the answer. If he was traveling that far away for long it could hinder her plans with Chris for sure. She needed to get more details about it.
NICOLE: What?
CHRIS: What?
NICOLE: Indonesia?
CHRIS: ?
CHRIS: What about it?
NICOLE: You tell me
CHRIS: About what?
As she typed, she dramatically and slowly said aloud the word again.
NICOLE: In-do-ne-sia! Are you going there for something?
CHRIS: WTF are you talking about?
Now she’s getting pissed and finds herself gritting her teeth as she types back to him.
NICOLE: 🤦🏻♀️ How the hell should I know? You brought it up!!!!
CHRIS: Brought up what?!
NICOLE: Indonesia FFS!!
CHRIS: 😡
After taking a pause to take a deep calming breath, she sends another text in the hopes of stopping this from escalating. There was no sense in fighting over text.
NICOLE: Are you going there for work?
CHRIS: WTF is going on?
CHRIS: Wait a min, you think I’m going to Indonesia?
NICOLE: IDK, are you?
CHRIS: Nicole…. Are you drunk?
NICOLE: Excuuuuse me? What?!?!
CHRIS: You aren’t making any sense
NICOLE: Wait a sec… Me!!!???
CHRIS: Are you pissed at me? Why are you mad?
NICOLE: I’m not mad, but I’m def getting there
CHRIS: I don’t understand Nic, where are you getting this info from?
NICOLE: What info? You’re the one that said Indonesia!
CHRIS: No, I didn’t! You’re going crazy for nothing! 😤
NICOLE: Yes, you did!
CHRIS: Why would I?
NICOLE: Do me a favor before I lose my shit, please. Scroll up and see if i’m crazy.
CHRIS: I don’t have to scroll to know that 😚
NICOLE: 🖕🏼
CHRIS:
NICOLE: LMAO
CHRIS: Got you to smile?
NICOLE: Maybe just a little, but I’m still pissed.
CHRIS: Ok, Ok, let me look and see wtf you’re talking about.
Nicole waits with a clenched jaw, although not as tight as it could be as she’s also suppressing a smile. Things would be so much easier if they could just speak over the phone and avoid this kind of confusion and bullshit.
CHRIS: Fuck! I’m so sorry babe. I meant it to say “I don’t know what it is” and Indonesia came out instead. It must have autocorrected 🤯
NICOLE: JFC! I’m glad you’re not going there and one more thing….. FUCK YOU AUTO CORRECT!!!! 🤣
NICOLE: So no travel plans there, phew!
CHRIS: No travel plans there.
NICOLE: Oh THANK GOD! YEAH!!!
NICOLE: I was worried it would delay me seeing you even more.
CHRIS: Nah, we’re good for a weekend. I promise. Now put down the bottle you drunk and get back to work (adds GIF of woman drinking from a large wine bottle)
NICOLE: Drinking at work is mandatory. I do my best work with tee martoonies … I mean two martinis 🍸
An alternate scene from Escape With Chris Evans. This was the original idea I had for Nicole’s return to the hotel room after her date with Chris on her birthday. (Chapter 8 Wattpad, Chapter 9 Ao3) Thank you to @mrs-captain-evans for being my beta on this. Word Count: 1409 Warnings: none
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After one last kiss, you said goodnight to Chris for the final time and slipped into the darkened hotel room. Softly, to avoid waking anyone up, you closed the door and then leaned against it, letting your mind process everything that had happened over the last several hours.
The dark didn’t last long.
The living room before you was suddenly lit up by the glow of the table lamp beside Ryan. He was sitting on the sofa that faced the door, feet up on the coffee table, one hand still on the lamp switch. His head was cocked to the side and his face was serious as he said, “Finally decided to come home, Nic?”
You sighed and let your head drop back to the door. “Are you serious right now, Ryan?”
“Do you have any idea how late it is?” he chastised, sounding way too much like your father. His eyebrows were knitted together with worry.
“Yes, dad, I do,” you answered back with a little snark in your voice.
He caught the tone and changed his own, dropping his arm down onto the arm of the sofa. “Sorry, it’s just… I was worried, y’know?”
You pushed your body off the door and made your way towards him, dropping your purse onto the small kitchen table along the way. He patted the sofa beside him and you took the spot, sitting sideways to face him.
“I know, Ry, but I answered your text before and I told you everything was fine.”
“That was hours ago.”
“Yeah, well, I got kind of busy after that,” you said, pausing to look down and play with the hem of your dress, ”And I lost track of the time.”
He grimaced and put his hands out to stop you, eyes closed as he tried to block a mental image.
You slapped his bicep, “Not that kind of busy! Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Oh thank God!” he said, bringing a hand to his chest and letting out a light laugh. “I mean, you’re a grown woman and all, but I was hoping that wasn’t why you were out so late with him.”
The way he said the “him” made you raise a brow. “What are you not saying? I hear that tone in your voice.”
“Nothing, it’s just, he’s a nice guy and all, but he’s an actor. I don’t want you getting all swept up by his fame and shit. A guy like that isn’t used to hearing the word “no” and is probably used to getting whatever he wants out of women.”
“He’s not like that,” you said a little defensively.
Your brother rolled his eyes and stated flatly, “He’s a man. He has a penis. He’s into you. Trust me, he was thinking about it.”
“Trust me, women think about it to.” You delighted in the grossed out face he made, not wanting to think about his baby sister knowing about sex. You would be a virgin in his eyes, even after you had babies of your own. “Chris was a gentleman. Respectful. He’s surprisingly normal for an ‘actor’.”
The mood shifted and Ryan was no longer your parent, but reverted back to being your brother. Your friend.
He gave you loving smile and asked, “Did you have a good time tonight?”
There was no stopping the blush that took over your face and chest.
“It was amazing. Truly one of the most memorable nights of my life,” you said, practically swooning.
Ryan chuckled at you, smiling to match your own. “What did you guys do?”
“Well, first, he took me to the to Prudential Center and we watched the sun set from the observatory level at the top of the building. Then we went to an Italian restaurant for delicious steak and dancing.”
Sounding surprised and impressed, he asked, “Dancing?”
“Yes! Can you believe it? They had an outdoor patio for it. It was so romantic,” you told him wistfully.
“Dinner must have been hours ago, though. Where did you go after?”
“To a park along the water.”
He sat up straight and turned his upper body towards you. An air of protectiveness surrounded him once again. “You’ve been at a park for all this time? At night?”
“Yes, Ry, it was fine-”
“Not the safest idea though. This is Boston, you could’ve been mugged! Or worse yet, he could’ve-”
You cut him off there. His hand was flying all around as he got himself worked up, and you placed your own on top of his, lowering them to the sofa as you interrupted his tirade. “I’m ok, it was perfectly safe. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me and he wouldn’t do anything wrong to me. There were lights, he’s strong and knows how to defend us. And, most importantly, I know how to defend myself now, thanks to you and dad. I’m okay, Ryan.”
“Balls, throat, eyes and knees,” he confirmed with a nod.
“Yes, I know how to reach and debilitate a man from all of those spots. But you know if my gut was telling me to be worried then I never would have gone out with him. Period. Let alone to a secluded spot like that.”
“I know. I trust you, I trust you instincts. It’s everyone else with you that I don’t trust.”
You let out a light laugh and ran a hand through your hair, then rested your elbow on the back of the sofa. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed, “And you’re the easy brother.”
“Damn straight. If Erik was on this trip you could kiss a date with Captain Perfection out the window.”
Now you played into it, giving a dramatic sigh and clutching your heart. “He really is Captain Perfection, isn’t he?”
Ryan teased you with a disgusted moan, then paused and cocked his head to the side as if thinking. He pursed his lips together for a moment, then nodded his head and said, “Yeah, I guess he kinda is.” He shrugged and added pensively, “I’d do him.”
“RYAN!!” you exclaimed with a laugh, looking around to make sure you hadn’t woken the children. You both dropped back onto the sofa in quiet hysterics.
Your big brother held out his arm and you took the invitation, tucking into his side and resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and squeezed your shoulder.
“I love you, kiddo. You know it’s my job to be a dick about things sometimes.”
“I love you, too. You know it’s my job to give you reasons to be one.”
You sat together in silence for a minute or so, then he asked, “You really like this guy, huh?
“I do. He’s different from anyone else I’ve ever met. And it’s got nothing to do with who he is, it’s just a feeling I get when I’m around him. The chemistry is unreal.” Your heart was racing as you thought about Chris. It was one of those nights in life that you wish never had to end.
“Think you’ll see him again?”
In a shy voice you admitted, “He wants to get together before we leave to say goodbye to everyone.” You couldn’t stop the happiness from spreading across your face at the thought of seeing him again in just a few hours.
“And after?”
“I think I will,” you said, feeling confident in that statement. Something told you that this was far from over.
“Just be careful, I’d hate to see you get let down. If he breaks your heart, it’s not going to be easy to break his face.”
“Because he’s far away, or because he’s famous?” you asked.
“Nah, because he’s so damn pretty,” he joked, setting you off into a fit of giggles again.
“It’s getting late. We have a long ride tomorrow with plenty of time to get the real story out of you.”
“Hey!” you said, turning on him incredulously.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he said, throwing his palms up and laughing.
You stood up and he followed suit, giving you a quick hug and saying goodnight. He held you at arms length for a moment and his eyes grew wide as he looked at you.
“Wait a second! Is that a hickey?”
You clasped a hand over the area he was looking at and quickly turned and bolted off, calling out “Goodnight, Ryan!” over your shoulder.
In honor of my story, Escape With Chris Evans turning 2 years old today, I decided to rewrite the first chapter from Chris’s pov. The words are the same, the story is the same, but it shows what was happening on the other side. I hope you enjoy it, and a huge thank you to @mrs-captain-evans and @nomadicpixel for reviewing and editing for me.
This part is 12 pages long, 4097 words, so I’ve decided to not post it here, since Tumblr doesn’t always keep the cut. It can be found on Wattpad and Archive
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This is an alternate scene for Chapter 27 (Wattpad) or 33 (Ao3) from my long story, Escape with Chris Evans. It takes place during the Evans family Fourth of July party. Thank you to @nomadicpixel for your beta help.
Word Count: 834 Warnings: None
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During the Evans Fourth of July party, a group of you had decided to go into the front yard to play some lawn games with the kids. The beers were still flowing, and Chris was getting quite goofy on a combination of alcohol and the delight he was taking from the company. The children were giggling hysterically at how bad his aim was during a game of horseshoes. His inability to do the hula hoop well also had them rolling, especially when he exaggerated the failed effort.
You had a feeling he was losing on purpose, but didn’t want to call him on it. It was too much fun to watch.
A happy little tune filled the air, and you watched Chris’s head whip around to locate the source, or rather, the direction of the source.
“ICE CREEEEAAAMMM!!” he cried out, perhaps a bit louder than he expected to, judging from the embarrassed laughter that followed.
The kids swarmed him and a chorus of voices began begging for him to get them the sweet treat. He didn’t really need to be coaxed. The music became louder as the ice cream truck moved onto LIsa’s block, a summertime Pied Piper. Everyone who was in the front playing walked to the edge of the sidewalk in front of the house, waiting in eager anticipation.
The truck came closer and Chris waved it over. He told everyone it was his treat and to get what they wanted. The two of you got the kids into a line so they could place their orders, and you took the wishes of the youngest ones so you could help. The children went first, some getting cones, others packaged ice cream sandwiches or character pops. You lifted Stella so she could order for herself, “like a big girl.” Once all the little ones were finished, the adults placed their requests. You and Chris went to the back of the line after helping with the kids, and when it was your turn you ordered a cone with chocolate ice cream covered in chocolate sprinkles.
Chris pulled out his wallet to pay for everyone’s ice cream after ordering his own, a cone with vanilla ice cream and rainbow sprinkles. He thanked the driver by name and was thanked by name in return.
You both started walking slowly back in the direction of the house, taking licks as the treat was already melting in the July heat.
“Should I be worried that you’re on a first name basis with the ice cream man? Guess you’re a regular, huh?” you teased with a smile.
“What? No, not really. He had a name tag, didn’t you see it?”
“No. I didn’t notice. You’re quite observant, aren’t ya?” you replied, then paused and questioned, “But he knew your name?”
Chris looked at you puzzled, took a lick of his ice cream, then shrugged, “Yeah, well, he probably recognized me. I’ve seen him here a few times and people know I’m from the area.”
You were confused for a few more seconds before realization hit. “Oh god! I’m such an idiot, sorry. It didn’t even occur to me, I totally forgot, you’re….. You!”
Chris stopped walking, watching you for a moment as you tried, and failed miserably, to keep up with the ice cream and it’s eagerness to keep away from your tongue.
“You forgot?!” he finally said, shaking his head as a wide smile took hold of his face. “Nicole, do you have any idea how much I adore the fact that you forgot my fame?”
Your heart was leaping as you watched his face, the softness and pride showing on it as he spoke. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, then bent his head to lick the fresh trail of ice cream that had made a run for it down the back of your hand.
Before you had a chance to register the moment, it was broken by Dodger. He was a smart pooch and he knew when opportunity was knocking. From the corner of your eye you caught him as he jumped up and took a bite of his dad’s ice cream when it leaned his way. The bite knocked the ice cream out of Chris’s hand and he quickly turned towards it, but it was too late to stop the chaos.
“Dodger! You little thief!!” he chastised. Immediately, the dog dropped down, knowing he had done something bad. Chris couldn't’ stay mad at him, not with those big, apologetic eyes looking up at him. He placed a hand on his hip and seemed to count to ten, then blew out a breath and said, “It’s ok, it’s just ice cream.” He pointed to his fur baby and told him sternly, “It’s okay today, but don’t do that again.”
The truck was long gone, so you offered to share some of yours. You knew you had it bad for the guy when you were willing to give up some chocolate ice cream.
