*a Chris Evans fan fic*
Actor Chris Evans spreads holiday cheer
Warnings: NSFW, language, fingering, oral sex, penetration
This is written as a “choose your own adventure” type story. The opening to the story is the same for both pieces, but when I reached one point in the story, I saw two possible endings. And since I couldn’t decide which to use, I wrote both.
Opening Word count: 1859
“Hey pretty girl, wanna sit on Santa’s lap?”
The voice calls out over the din of the room. The hospital Christmas party. The little boy balanced on her hip has finally stopped crying, so she sets him down, balancing him on his feet before he toddles away, gripping his candy cane. Her hands are sticky. Her feet are tired. She doesn’t want to seem like a grinch, but the days before Christmas in a child’s sick ward are difficult days. She does not need this crap. She looks at her watch, seeing she’s well over her step count for the day, and realizing it’s only about twenty minutes before she can clock out.
“Are you on the naughty or nice list?” his voice calls out to her again.
Damn. Where did they hire this creep from? Another child walks past him, smiling and thanking ‘Santa’ again for her new doll. The nurse steps closer, but staying out of Santa’s grasp. “Listen, here fat boy. I’m not interested. And if you-”
She shuts her mouth when she sees the head nurse giving her the evil eye. “God, I hope you’ve just been creepy to the nurses and not the kids.”
In his incredibly ‘realistic’ costume, his belly laughs. “I promise, I’m not a sick bastard. I just have a thing for pretty nurses with dark hair.”
She rolls her eyes, moving to break up a fight between two little boys over a set of Legos. Santa reaches in the big sack of toys and pulls out a matching set and offers it up to the older boy. She begins to move away but pauses when the younger boy begins to complain that means the older boy got two presents from Santa.
She watches as Santa kneels down next to the boys and the littlest one, about five rests on his extended knee, pouting. “Jonathan,” Santa says in a low authoritative voice. How does he know his name? She wonders. “Brandon has an older brother that always comes to visit. What if we let Nurse Janelle keep the basketball here, so when Brandon’s brother visits, you can all play basketball together?”
The little boy chews on his lip for a minute, looking at Santa, Brandon and the dark haired nurse. “You mean like a present for all of us?” he asks Santa.
Santa ruffles the top of his hair, careful not to bump the IV pole attached to the tubes in the boy’s arm. “For everybody,” he nods.
The little boy wraps his arms around Santa’s neck for a quick hug and calls ‘thank you’ as he runs off to get a cookie. The older boy hands the ball to Santa, who hands it to the Nurse.
Taking the brightly colored ball, she tucks it under her arm. “How did you know their names? About Brandon’s brother?”
Adjusting his fake beard, he laughs again. She tries to ignore the pleasant tone and steps back when he reaches to her. He drops his arm, defeated he can’t charm her. “I’m Santa. It’s my job to know the names of all the kids. The ones here at the hospital are especially important to me. And I try to know all their names and wishes…. Just like the nurses. Nurse Janelle. And you’re wishing for a Disney trip?”
Who the fuck is this guy? “My scrubs are covered in Mickey. That’s not hard to deduce, fat boy,” she pokes him in his foam padded belly, catching sight of her watch again. She just wants to go home. Take a hot shower. Order pizza. Have a beer. Be alone for the next three days. He grabs her jacket sleeve, turning her wrist to see Mickey on the watchband as well.
“Call it a lucky guess? So what are you doing after work. I’m guessing you’re off now? You’ve been watching the clock for the last hour. If you’re not bus-”
“Nurse Janelle! Nurse Janelle!” Santa steps back when an adorable little blonde runs between them, tugging on the nurse’s jacket. “It’s time; you’re leaving?”
Janelle squats down to the child’s level. “Yea, sweetie, but I’ll be back. You know that.” While she talks to the girl, she holds her tiny hand, discreetly checking the child’s pulse to make one last note for the day. “I’ll be back on Saturday, and you can tell me all about your Christmas, ok honey?”
The little girl looks over her shoulder at Santa, smiling. She steps closer to Janelle and whispers in her ear. “I asked him for a pony. But it can’t come inside the hospital. How do you think he’ll do it?”
Janelle giggles at the wisp of breath the little girl creates against her neck. Moving back, she looks in the innocent bright blue eyes. The eyes. Something jumps in her mind. She shakes her head as though she knows it can’t be right. Knowing the child’s parents have made plans to take her out of the hospital for a sleigh ride on Christmas Day, she firmly replies, “Santa always works magic. I’m sure he’s already figured it out.”
She hugs her sweetly before rising tall. Tugging her scrubs in place, she turns to go quickly before any more of the kids catch her. “Sure I can’t change your mind?” Santa asks.
Sighing, she huffs, “I’m sure. Thanks, but no thanks, Santa.”
Making her quick get away,she shuffles down the hall quietly, keeping her head low, just waiting to get to the workroom to clock out, hoping there are still some cookies left that haven’t been touched by children. She loves her job, but off duty, she does not want kid germs on her food, especially during the cold winter months. If she’s sick, she could be off the job for days, just to keep the patients from becoming more sick.
The workroom itself is festive with the group getting ready to go on shift, and those getting ready to leave for the night. Washing up quickly, she takes the cookie and hot chocolate her friend Chani offers her. Nibbling on the wonderful sweet she moves to the counter to clock out before plopping down on the couch, joining her friend for a quick rest before heading out into the cold night.
“Janelle, girl, come with us. Honey, you can’t sit at home and mope for the next few days,” Chani prods. “I’ve got a slinky black dress perfect for you! Hit the town with us.”
“Slinky black dress? I’m all for that.” His unmistakeable voice fills the space.
Looking up, Janelle can’t believe it. Santa was played by none other than Chris fuckin’ Evans. “Sweet Jesus,” she mumbles under her breath as he leans forward to give Chani a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, good-lookin’! I’ve missed you! I’m so glad you got to come play Santa,” Chani laughs, letting her hand rest against his chest a moment longer than necessary. “I see you’ve been staying away from the Christmas cookies this year, ‘Santa.’”
“Gotta stay in shape, ya know. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” he laughs. Eyeing the table of sweets, he reaches for the smallest cookie he can find, the sugar cookie kind with a chocolate kiss pushed in the center, and pops it in his mouth before sitting on the coffee table, trapping Janelle’s knees between his legs. He taps her knee purposely with his.
“I’m sure you’d look charming in an LBD, because I’m not wearing it. You two know each other?” Janelle asks indifferently, taking a plate of goodies one of the other nurses hands to her. She nibbles on a white chocolate covered pretzel totally ignoring the good looking actor sitting in front of her.
“This handsome fella came by the clinic I used to work at in Chicago once and we’ve been friends ever since. He was the first person I knew when I came to Boston,” Chani explains, stealing a cookie from Janelle’s plate. “HE’S the guy I’ve been trying to set you up with for months. I think you two are perfect for each other.”
“I am NOT the same animal as him,” Janelle replies quickly, almost feeling bad about it when she sees him wince at the comment.
Recovering quickly, Chris rubs his hand over Chani’s knee. “Aw, honey, thanks. But I get the feeling she doesn’t want to be set up, even with a great guy like me. Don’t believe everything you read,” he teases as he winks at Janelle. “Come go with us; it’ll be fun. I’ll get changed out of this Santa suit-”
Looking him squarely in the eye, Janelle interrupts. “Take away the suit and you’re still just a millionaire, playboy, philanthropist… I’m. Not. Interested.”
Chris clutches at his heart, pretending to be hurt. “Oh, that’s a good one, sweetheart, like I’ve never heard that before.” She can see in his eyes her dig cut just a little bit.
Chani shakes her head, stage whispering, “Girl! What is wrong with you? Chris Evans is asking you to go out with us! Come on; you have no need to rush home.”
“I don’t know Chani, maybe she has cats to take care of,” Chris dismisses her as he gets up and shakes his arms out of the heavy Santa jacket. Like the abs in his too-tight tshirt are going to change my mind…
“Oh, that’s original. No wedding ring, early thirties, so you automatically assume I have cats. Nice.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I have a boyfriend; Chani you know I have a boyfriend.”
“That douchebag?” Chani rolls her eyes, setting her plate on the coffee table, waving goodbye to a few of the nurses leaving for the night. She signals to the girls she plans to meet with later. “If he’s so great, why have I never met him?”
Janelle hits her head against the back of the couch, accidentally thumping it against the wall. She screws up her face and rubs at the tender spot. “I can’t help he lives outta town and it’s easier for me to go visit him.” She glances to Chris. “But if you wanna have this discussion again about how unsuitable you think he is as a suitor for me, can we do it in private? After Christmas?”
Sheepishly nodding her head, Chani apologizes. “Sorry. That was rude. I’m sure if you like him, he’s not a total douche. But leaving you alone at Christmas totally sucks and I really wi-”
Janelle stands up, bumping into Chris, nearly tripping over his feet and he places a hand on her waist to keep her from falling. She jerks away quickly from his touch. “Chani. Enough. Babes, I love ya. But I am going home. To call my boyfriend,” she says pointedly to her friend. “And to feed my cat,” she addresses to Chris. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
Stalking to her locker, she quickly grabs her coat and gloves, murmuring her goodbyes and good wishes of a holiday season to her coworkers. She glares back at Chris before she leaves the room, resisting the urge to flip him off.
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