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BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE

Baby It’s Cold Outside by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer

A/N: school is out and I have more time to write!  YES!  This one doesn’t include the lyrics, but you can still listen to the song the inspired the fic via the link above.

Steve Trevor x reader

Word count: 420

Summary: On the war front, warm blankets and hot cider isn’t really a thing.  But, at least you’ve got Steve right by your side.

Warnings: mentions of war,and death, minor alcohol consumption and this is unedited

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders as the wind bit at his skin.  The fire in front of him was slowly dying.  Then again, the fire wasn’t very big to start out with.  The snow caused all the available firewood to become too wet to be lit ablaze.

The tent was barely holding up against the harsh wind, despite him setting up the tent in what he thought was stable brick ruins.  Then again, the tent could be used as a good wind-shield blanket.  That would definitely help in the fight for survival against this bitter cold.  Somehow, despite having set up camp in the most in-tact building you could find, having a large tent, and a fire, you were both still cold.

Steve took another sip of whiskey as he looked out on the barren land.  There was almost nothing, other than ruined buildings and rubble.  It was a lonely sight to see.  But, at least he had you right by his side.

You were the love of his life and his fiance.  He couldn’t be happier.  When he announced that he was going to enlist in the military, Steve thought you would fuss and beg him not to go.  But that’s not at all what you did.  You fully supported him, you knew he wanted to get off his ass and do something for good, to help end people’s suffering.  You supported him so fully, you even enlisted with him as a nurse.

Not only did you enlist with him, you stayed right by his side, no matter what.  You trekked through mud, stitched up wounds, fired bullets, and watched cities burn right before your eyes… but you never left him, never wavered.  You were never tempted to go home without Steve.

Steve looked over his shoulder to see you sleeping by the fire, in the corner of the tattered “room”.  You were shivering violently under your thin coat and blanket.  You were cold, hungry, thirsty, and dirty.  But you was still willing to stay with him.

Scooting over on the dirt floor, Steve crawled under the blanket with you, draping his own blanket over you both as well.  “Here, now we can keep each other warm,” he smiled, kissing your head.

You smiled, pecking his lips and stealing a sip of his whiskey.  “Thank you,” you whispered, cuddling up to him.  Though the war front was lonely and dirty, filled with pain in the wake of hate… You felt completely at home in Steve’s arms.

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WHITE CHRISTMAS

White Christmas by the Drifters

A/N: This one’s on time and has all the Lyrics!  Yay!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 783

Summary: Your Christmas vacation to Boston brought you the hope of finally having a white Christmas!  But your hopes are dwindling as Christmas approaches and not a snowflake has been seen.

Warnings: cheesy similes, swearing

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas 

Just like the ones I used to know

Florida NEVER gets snow.  EVER.  Which was kind of disappointing as someone who loves snow, especially on Christmas.  But, snow wasn’t really important, as long as you got to spend time with Frank and Mary.  But still, you missed the white, magic powder that you used to see back at home.

Where those treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

But this year, you were spending Christmas in Boston!  You were so excited to go somewhere colder and finally see snow again!  Not only would you see snow, it was possible that you could see the first snow!  Boston had yet to see its first snow of the winter and there was nothing in the forecast yet.

You could just imagine it!  You’re sitting inside your hotel room, looking outside the window, wrapped in a blanket, and then it happens.  The little, unique snowflakes start falling, creating a winter wonderland right before your eyes.  You’d be cuddling with Frank and Mary as the little girl listened for Santa on the roof- it would be amazing.

When you got to Massachusetts you were more excited than a Penguin in an ice cream parlor.  “Finally!  I have a chance to see a white christmas!” you cheered, stretching your legs as you left the truck.

Frank opened the bed to get out your suitcases.  “Don’t get too optimistic, the forecast for the week said there weren’t even signs for snow…” he said, handing Mary her backpack.

“I know… But we’re here for two weeks, so I still have hope,” you grinned getting your own bags and walking into the rented house.

  The first couple days passed, and there was still no snow.  But that’s okay, you still had a week and a half left to see snow!  Then a week passed… still no snow.  In fact, the weather was warming up!  But you couldn’t give up hope!

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write...

  It was almost Christmas and the temperature was holding at a disappointing forty-two degrees.  Damn you global warming!

“(Y/N), put your phone down!  The weather forecast hasn’t changed in the twenty-three seconds since you last checked it,” Frank urged, sighing frustratedly as he yanked your phone out of your hands.

You pouted.  “I know!” you whined, looking out the coffee shop window at the bleak, brown city of boringness.  “It’s just… I haven’t had a white Christmas since I moved out of the north and I was really hoping I’d have one this year,” you sighed.

Frank reached out to hold your hand across the table.  “Don’t worry baby, you’ll have your white Christmas,” he smiled, giving your palm a squeeze, “you just have to be patient,”.  He couldn’t promise anything, and he was still doubtful, but, hopefully, there’d be some miracle or something.

  Christmas Day- no, not even Christmas day, Christmas Evening and still no snow!  It was freezing, thirty degrees, and there was no snow!  So basically you were stuck in a crowded hotel room, freezing your ass off, and your city view was nothing by bricks, brown, and bleh… Needless to say, you very salty about it.

  Mary was asleep in the other bed with her new toys and books and Frank was asleep next to you.  But you were wide awake, staring at the sky intensely, hoping your death glare would will the clouds to precipitate.  The clouds were not listening.

You snuggled down into the sheets, ready to give up and fall asleep when suddenly…

“FRANK!” you yelped, bounding out of bed to press your nose against the window, “FRANK!  Frank Frank Frank Frank!  It’s SNOWING!”.  And it was snowing HARD; it was a blizzard!

Frank jolted awake at your Frantic squealing.  “What, what?  What is it?!” he gasped, afraid you were hurt, “ohh…”.  He smiled, looking out into the storm.

“Go get Mary!  This will be her first time seeing snow!” you instructed, jumping up and down like a frog on hot sand.

Frank quickly ran to retrieve Mary from bed.  He came back with the very groggy little girl in his arms.  “What’s going on aunt (Y/N)?” she yawned.

“Look!”

Mary got out of her uncle’s arm and stood by the window.  “Hey, it’s snowing!” she marveld, smiling and pointing at the delicate flakes outside.

Frank smiled at you both.  He loved seeing his girls happy.  As much as he hated cold and snow, this was by far the best Christmas he had ever had.

May your days be merry and Bright

And may all your Christmases be white....

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MELE KALIKIMAKA

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: Sorry this is late!  But here it is!

Peggy Carter x reader

Word count: 2071

Summary: You’re on the brink of cracking a big case when you’re sent on a petty project mission to Hawaii.  But Peggy thinks it’s for the best...

Warnings: overworking, mentions of the Red Room and little girls being trained, poor self-care.. i think that’s it?

 Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day

That's the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway

  The light aircraft landed on the long stretch of runway, the tires squealing as they skidded along the asphalt.  You grumbled, watching the palm trees pass by your window as you shoved your journals and folders into your satchel.  This was beautiful, the sight made your heart jump.  Beautiful flora, fresh breeze, brisk ocean mist… it was gorgeous.  But your brain wouldn’t let you enjoy it, you didn't have time to.  There was too much work for you to do at this time, so of course, S.H.I.E.L.D sends you on a "crucial mission" to a coveted vacation spot, over a holiday, with your girlfriend.  That's the perfect recipe for productivity (note the sarcasm).

  “Oh c’mon! It’s Hawaii! So what if it’s a mission?” Peggy grinned, very excited for her work-sponsored vacation.  She was already donning her red sunglasses and new blue sundress, ready to lie on the beach and not move for an entire fourteen days except to get another fruity cocktail.  “All we have to do is stay on the island for two weeks and send out a one-paragraph report if anything suspicious happens,” she grinned, playfully, but very excitedly patting your lap, “so that means, if nothing happens, we just got a whole two weeks in Hawaii for free,”.

You looked at her with a tired face.  “Exactly, that’s the problem,” you said, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration, “we were taken off a BIG LEAD in uncovering the Red Room and it’s ‘Black Widow’ initiative, possibly taking down a whole Russian spy program… only to be sent here on a petty project?”.

  You both had been working for WEEKS on that mission, and only the other day did you start making decent progress.  You had spent many nights, skipping sleep just to research and document everything, even making one of those mystery-solving bulletin boards to sort out your thoughts and discoveries.  If you were completely honest, you had only taken a total of about four showers during the six weeks you had been researching.  But it was all worth it... up until now...

  Peggy gave you her classic, 'don’t give me that bullshit' expression.  “(Y/N) darling, it’s time for a break!  We’ve got Angie, Jarvis, and Howard working on it until we get back, we just need to make sure that nothing weird is going on here,” she promised, knowing that this project was important to you.  She also wanted to save these little girls from their potential fate.  “Now, can you smile for me and enjoy the scenery, take a breath of that crisp air, and let yourself rest?” she asked, holding your chin in her red, freshly manicured nails.

 Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright

The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night

  The sun was setting, giving the trees and ocean a golden glow and sparkle… as well as Peggy as she laid out on the deck, sunbathing.  She sat in a hand-crafted wooden chair, red sunglasses over her brown eyes and a modest red swimsuit covering her body.

“Peggy, you haven’t moved in three hours,” you sighed, standing over her stretched out figure, your shadow casting over her face.

“Incorrect! I’ve flipped over twice,” she said, a smug grin tugging at her lips, “I want and even tan, y’know?”.

Your fingers printed the bridge of your nose as you sighed.  She was not taking this seriously.  How could she be so unprofessional?  Peggy was the most badass, smart, and efficient woman you had ever met, and she had decided sunbathing was the best use of her time.

  “Peg, shouldn’t we write out our report for the day and get that sent out as soon as possible?” you asked, holding back the venomous frustration on your tongue. 

“Did anything weird happen?” she asked, not even moving from her comfortable position, “any suspicious behavior or events?  Did you even get a call from our intel?”.

You pursed your lips, eyes cast down at the floor.  “No…” you squeaked, gnawing at your lip.

“Then there’s nothing to report, therefore, we do not need to write a report,” she said, taking a sip from her bright-green margarita, “now go back inside and change out of that suffocating monkey suit, we’re going out for dinner,”.

You looked down at your dress-suit with a frown.  “What’s wrong with my suit?” I thought I looked quite sharp…” you said, defensively adjusting the lapels of your jacket.

“You do,” she grinned, sliding her glasses down the bridge of her nose, “you look beautiful, but we’re on a gorgeous getaway and refuse to enjoy it; get yourself into some sandals and relax, darling.”.

“Then can we get some work done?  I think we can still work on that Red Room case…” you asked, desperately wanting to get this done.

“Nope.  Because after dinner, we’re going dancing,” she grinned, standing up and taking the last sip of her drink.

“You’ve planned this whole vacation haven’t you?” you sighed, following her back into the house, “are you trying to get me away from work?”.

She hummed, flipping her hair.

 Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas to you

  A plate of hot food was set in front of you as you worked at your desk.  You looked up, hair disheveled, dark circles under your eyes very prominent as you rubbed the sleep out of your face.  Getting a grip on your surroundings, you looked at the food that had been served to you.  “Eggs and bacon?” you questioned, “but it’s the middle of the-” you looked out the window to notice that it was now morning.  “Oh… guess I fell asleep…” you hummed, unsticking a piece of paper stuck to your face.  Ew, were you drooling?

Peggy sat by you, setting a tall glass of orange juice on the desk as well, moving the festive mini-tree out of your way.  “You did,” she said plainly, her lips set in a straight line, “you had fallen asleep around two in the morning… you didn’t even eat the dinner I set beside you…”.

Your face fell into an apologetic puppy face.  “Oh, sorry Peg…” you sniffed, sliding the hot plate closer to you, picking up the fork to start eating.

“Darling, you really need to take a break,” Peggy said, quietly, putting a soft hand on your back, “you have been working yourself too hard… not eating, not sleeping… I’m pretty sure you’ve been wearing those same clothes for the past three days…”.

You pouted, not in the mood to talk about it. “Peg, I’m fine, I promise,” you said, setting your fork down to gulp down some juice.  Oh geez, was this the first fluid you had consumed since yesterday?  When was the last time you had water?  “I’m just trying to do my job; I have a lot of responsibility here, you know that…” you said, holding her hand, stroking her knuckles with your thumb, “I’ll take a break when I’ve finished.  We still have another week in Hawaii, right?  Plenty of time to unwind,”.

Her brows furrowed at you, not believing you one ounce.  She knew you better than anyone.  You were so smart and dedicated, very responsible and amazing at your job… but you were a workaholic.  You had the biggest heart, allowing you to do your job well and save a lot of lives, protecting a lot of people… but you never took care of yourself.  “Darling… we both know that’s not true,” she said, cupping your face, leaning her forehead on yours, “please take a break.  Come with me to the beach, get yourself outside and in the sun,”.

You let out a small whine, pulling your face away from hers.  “Peg, no, I really can’t,” you insisted, taking her hands off you.

“Can you at least take a hot shower and put on some clean, comfortable clothes?” she begged, brushing your hair out of your face, “for me?”.

How could you say no to that face?  Her big brown eyes staring at you, her bottom lip stuck out, red lipstick framing her pout.  “Alright,” you nodded, taking another bite of your breakfast before getting up to go bathe.

 Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas day

That's the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright

The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night

  The balcony door was left open, a cool night breeze whispering into your room as the star's light reflected off the tranquil ocean water.  Strings of Christmas lights wound around the deck gave the house a jolly vibe.  As serene as the atmosphere was, you couldn’t sleep.  You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the paperwork on the desk calling your name.  Somehow, Peggy convinced you to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but, you still couldn’t help but feel guilty for not working.

You looked over at Peggy, who was sleeping so heavily it was almost like she was dead.  Well… just one more hour of work couldn’t hurt.  As long as you kept quiet, she wouldn’t know, right?  That was your first mistake; assuming you could do anything without Peggy knowing.

  As soon as you sat up, you felt Peggy grip your arm.  “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked firmly, somehow able to sound intimidating while half-asleep, not even looking at you.

Your second mistake was trying to lie to Peggy, the spy whose entire job it was to lie.  “Getting up for some water,” you said, not as all sounding believable.

“(Y/N)...” she growled warningly, turning around to face you, “tell me the truth… you were going to do more paperwork, weren’t you?”.

You sighed, nodding. “Yes ma’am…” you admitted, placing your hands gingerly in your lap.

“(YN/)... please…” she sighed, sitting up so she could hold you, “you’re working yourself to death!  Please, relax…”.

“I can’t!  I can’t relax when I know I’m close to freeing hundreds of little girls from the clutches of communistic warfare!” now you were up in a tizzy; you were passionate about this project.

“(Y/N)... Legally, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but… you’ve already saved them,” she said quietly.  You were confused, your brows furrowing at her.  “Angie looked over your research and was able to pinpoint one of the Red Room camps… while we’ve been away she’s been organizing a recon mission,”.

  It took you a solid minute to process what she had just said. Partially because you were sleep-deprived and your brain couldn’t function like a normal human’s, but also because of the shock.  You saved them?  “Then why are we here and not back in Washington?!” you exclaimed.

“Because you weren’t at your peak performance, I was ordered to take you on a mandatory vacation to get you back into a healthy headspace,” she explained, “so we were sent here,”.

You sat in silence for a moment.  “... So there’s no petty report thingy we were assigned?” you asked, feeling a bit betrayed.

“No… this was just a vacation,” she nodded, “I wanted you to have a good time, get back to your old self again… you can’t help others when you’re running on nothing but coffee and a ten-minute power nap,”.

She was right. Peggy was usually right.  But none the less, she was right.  “So I didn't need to bring all my research with me?”

“no,”

“And that's why you tried to keep me away from work, huh?”

“Yes,”

“... I should probably go to sleep now, huh?”

“Most definitely,”

You nodded, lying down, feeling a bit awkward, but, also a weird sense of relief.  You saved all those girls… you found them… all your hard work paid off.  You were kinda proud of yourself.

Welcoming arms wrapped around you as Peggy brought you in for some much-needed cuddles.  “I love you, darling, you’ve done great work…” she smiled, kissing your head softly.

“Love you too Peg,” you yawned.

 Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas

A very Merry Christmas, a very, very, Merry, Merry Christmas to you

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I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: I’ve been so excited for this!  I think these year’s fics will be better than ever!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1296 (including lyrics)

Summary: You’re not sure how to label your relationship with Frank.  The kids’s think you’re dating.  Maybe they’re right?

Warnings: the reader is divorced, has a child in this?  mentions of sex and one night stands

Sammy booped green frosting onto your nose as he finished decorating his Christmas tree cookie, topping it off with white sprinkles before putting it onto the festive plate for Santa.  You laughed, taking a napkin and wiping it off as you playfully messed up his hair.

Mary sat across the table, smirking at her uncle.  Taking the tube of red frosting in her hand, she uncapped the lid and grinned like a fox.

“Oh no! Don’t you dare!” Frank laughed, trying to take the tube from her.  She hid it under the table, away from his grasp.

“What? Don’t want me to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?” she teased.

Frank stopped in his tracks, blushing hard as he glanced at you. “No,” he said, snapping out of his trance, “because she’s not my girlfriend,".

Mary rolled her eyes and threw the frosting back on the table, continuing to decorate her snowman cookie, “yeah, right,”.

  That seemed to be a theme between you and Frank.  Were you his girlfriend?  Were you not?  Your relationship with Frank was, as facebook described it, complicated. The two of you had a lot of tension, you felt you were more than friends, but you never labeled what you were.

You were both single caretakers, and your kids, Sammy and Mary, were best friends, and you were definitely close with Frank.  But- well? No.  No, you weren’t dating.  Just good friends… friends…

“I think that’s enough cookies for Santa,” Sammy said, seeing the pile of at least fifteen cookies stacked on the tiny, little tea plate, “and we’ll leave out a BIG glass of milk,” He smiled, letting you play with his hair.

 Wow, mommy's kissing Santa Claus

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night

She didn't see me creep

Down the stairs to have a peep

She thought that I was tucked up

In my bedroom, fast asleep

  You kissed Sammy’s head as he slept in the guest room.  “Goodnight, my little angel,” you whispered, looking at his cute face.  You were surprised he fell asleep so early, normally he was a rubber bouncy ball of energy on Christmas Eve.  But, this did give you a chance to spend some alone time with Frank.

  Was that normal?  Sleeping over at a friend’s house?  On Christmas? Yes, Frank was very understanding and kind, knowing about your nasty divorce and your lack of family in the area, so of course, he’d let you and Sammy do Christmas activities with he and Mary.  But… this is the second Christmas in a row he’d spent with you, letting you stay in his house.  You've even been spending Christmas dinners together for longer than that!

No, that was a ‘friends-are-family’ kind of thing.  You were sure tons of friends spent Christmas together… right?  Right.

   You quietly closed the door behind you as you exited Sammy’s room, almost bumping into Frank as he left Mary’s.  You smiled awkwardly at him.  Should you ask about your status?  Would it be rude to ask for a label?  It was just so dang frustrating to not know if he was flirting or just being a sweet guy!

  He returned the awkward smile, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.  “Would you like some tea? Chill on the couch in PJs?” he asked timidly, a bit afraid to cut through the thick atmosphere.

“Yes! Yes, that sounds wonderful,” you grinned, going to grab your overnight bag.

  It had to be just a friends thing to spend the night.  Even though… you spent the night at Frank’s a lot… A LOT.  But he never asked to share a bed with you.  Well, yes he’d give you his bed and he’d sleep on the couch, but that was just gentleman’s chivalry.

 Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Daddy had only seen

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night

  You sat on the couch, tucked into Frank’s side as you sipped at your tea.  Iced tea, of course. Florida never participated in winter.  As you sat, cuddled up to him, you were trying to rationalize your thoughts.  It had bothered you for the past couple weeks about what you and Frank were.  He wasn’t one to use labels, especially not for romantic relationships.

Would he even be open to dating?  Normally his only relationship with women was casual sex.  Was he ready for a label?  Were YOU ready for a label?  It wouldn’t be healthy to rush things.  You enjoyed the friendship, why ruin a good thing?

 He saw mommy kissing, kissin', kissin' Santa Claus

I did, I really did see mommy kissing Santa Claus

And I'm gonna tell my dad

Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If daddy had only seen

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night

  Your busy mind eventually tired you out, causing you to fall asleep well before midnight.  Frank, on the other hand, was still awake.  He had to put all the presents underneath the tree!  He used to put them out whenever he was done wrapping them.  That was, until the year Mary opened hers early.  To be fair, she was only three at the time, but he didn’t want her to sabotage her own Christmas experience by being impatient!  So now, every year, he just waited until late Christmas Eve to put everything under the tree.  That also made it a lot easier for you to convince Sammy that Santa was real!

  You stirred awake as you heard the wrapped packages and Christmas tree branches rustling.  “Mmm… Frank?” you yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. As you positioned yourself to peek over the back of the sofa, you noticed a blanket had been draped over your body.

Frank froze, glancing at the couch, feeling your eyes feeling from the cushions.  “Oh, hi, I uh… just getting the presents out,” he chuckled, trying to stay quiet as to not wake the kids.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer.  Sure, this was probably the most awkward time to bring the subject up but it was eating away at you. 

“Frank, what are we?” you asked bluntly, sitting up, the blanket falling off your shoulders.

He paused for a minute.  “What do you mean?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Like… are we just friends?  Nothing else?” you clarified, not sure how to put it into words.  

His brows furrowed, walking over to you.  You swallowed, a bit afraid you made him angry.  “Well… I guess, uhm… what do you want us to be?” he whispered, looking at you softly.

How were you supposed to answer that?!  You didn't know!  That's why you were asking him!

Taking a pause, you searched your feelings, hoping to find some form of response.  “I… I don’t know?” you shrugged, “I like being friends… but I wouldn’t mind trying to date?”.

He smiled at you, relieving your nerves.  He slowly leaned in for a kiss, just enough to let you know how he felt. You happily reciprocated the soft, quiet, and cute affection of his plush lips.  “Wanna go out for dinner tomorrow?” he grinned.

  Mary looked over at Sammy as they spied on you two from around the corner.  Both of their jaws dropped. “See? I told you she was his girlfriend!” Mary whispered, smiling at her uncle.

 Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Daddy had only seen

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night

I did, I did, I really did see mommy kissing Santa Claus

You gotta believe me, you just gotta believe me

Come on, fellas, believe me, you just gotta believe me

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ROCKIN’ AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee

A/N: heeeeyy!  This one is late again!  And no lyrics!  Sorry, I suck...

Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 620

Summary: Decorating the apartment is SO much fun with Peter around!

Warnings: none

Snow was finally falling, school was finally off for the holidays, and Peter was finally willing to let you help decorate!  Christmas is always so magical!

Currently, Aunt May was out getting Thai food and some cake.  None of you were good bakers.  In fact, Peter was so bad at baking, he nearly burned the apartment building down last time he tried to make lasagna.  So, for the sake of the Queens Fire Department and the other tennents, none of you would go near the oven unless heavily supervised.

For a while, Ned and MJ were over to watch “Elf” and exchange secret Santas.  Now, as bad as you were at baking, you were BOMB at Secret Santa.  Your secret?  Gift Cards to their favorite store and some candy.  It wasn’t like a physical gift where you might get something they don’t like, only for them to throw it out later, but it was still sentimental since you know them well enough to know where they shop and what candy they like.

You got Ned and got him a big pack of M&Ms, plus a gift certificate to GameStop.  He was so happy when he opened it!  And for once, MJ took the Secret Santa seriously.  Instead of giving them a generic card and cash, she actually gave you a generic card and a drawing of hers!  Okay, she may not have taken it seriously, but she put more effort into it this year.

  “Peter!  Where are the lights?” you called down the hall as you sifted through the multiple bins scattered around the living room.

“I’m detangling them right now!” he called back, “can you put up the lego people up in the meantime?  Put them on the mantle,”

“You got it babe!” you answered, going over to the coffee table to grab the lego figures and houses and set them up over the fireplace.  It was almost perfect, except one of the reindeer only had three legs and would tip over sometimes.  Oh well, it was just a little character quirk.

  The door unlocked and Aunt May shuffled in, bundled in a scarf, hat, and mittens to go with her coat and apple cheeks.  “Hey kiddo,” she greeted, her voice muffled by the scarf, “geez, it’s freezing out there!”

“That’s what happens in New England, in December, while it’s snowing; it’s usually cold outside,” you giggled, helping put the bags of food in the kitchen.

“Alright smarty pants, you need to stop hanging out with Petey in there; he’s a bad influence when it comes to sarcasm,” she joked back, “did you save some decorating for me?”

“Almost all of it,” you replied, looking back at the living room crowded with bins and boxes and a glittery, tinsel-y mess, “we’d have more done if Peter would just get a grip on those stupid Christmas lights,”

“Not my fault they’re tangled worse than in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation!” he shouted from his room, prompting you and May to bust out laughing at his exasperated response.

  After a few boxes of takeout were eaten and a few bottles of cola were empty, everyone was sitting on the floor, untangling the lights as they watched “ALF’s Special Christmas”.

“Damnit!  These stupid wires won’t untangle!” you shouted

“Told you,” Peter responded

 “Well, it only took us four hours, but we finally finished!” May cheered, huggin both you and Peter tightly, “who’s up for some baked goods?”

“Not in this house!” you and Peter shouted in unison

“I meant at a coffee shop,”

  “Why does she get to drive?!” Peter whined, crawling in the backseat by himself as you stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

“Because she actually has her permit and you don’t,” May sassed, giving a comical shoulder-wiggle.

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CHRISTMAS WALTZ

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: this one took forever to write!  The other ones were written back in November (i wanted to spend a lot of time on them to make them good)

Preserum!Steve x Barnes!reader

Word count: 1605

Summary: Steve has HUGE crush on his best friend’s sister and he wants nothing more for Christmas than for you to love him back.

Warnings: self depreciation, smoking and cigarettes, swearing

Frosted windowpanes

Candles gleaming inside

Painted candy canes on the tree

Steve dragged his fingertip along the window, the fog clearing as he drew a happy, smiley snowman on the glass.  He sighed drearily, continuing to stare out the window at the kids playing in the snow.

“What’s wrong, pal?  You look like a kicked puppy,” Bucky asked, tossing coiled-up, golden garland at Steve’s head, “how can you be sad when ~(Y/N)~ is coming?”.  Bucky put extra, songful emphasis on your name.

The shimmery decoration draped over Steve’s body like a scarf when it landed.  He rolled his eyes, shrugging it off his shoulders and shaking it off his head.  “That’s my ~problem~,” he sassed, sarcastically mocking Bucky’s little tune, “she’s coming over for Christmas and I can’t grow a pair and talk to her!”.

“Steve, you’ve had a crush on my sister ever since we were in middle school,” Bucky slumped his shoulders.  Steve could be such a chicken sometimes!  “Just fuckin’ talk to ‘er!” he shouted, taking some candy canes and hanging them on the branches of the Christmas tree.

“Easy for you to say!  Every girl you talk to basically throws themselves at you…” he muttered, turning back to look out the window, “it’s easy for pretty boys like you…”.

Steve’s heart almost stopped, metaphorically of course.  His eyes caught the yellow taxi driving down the slush-covered street, stopping in front of the shabby apartment building.  “She’s here!” he gulped, almost choking on his own tongue. 

The doorbell rang and Bucky opened it, grinning from ear to ear.  He poked his head around the wooden barrier, watching as you eagerly stood on the other side.  “(YYYYY/NNNN)....” he hummed.

“Jamie!” you squealed, marching in the room to give him a big hug.  Of course, he hugged you back even bigger.

“How’s the best twin sister in the world?” he asked, helping you get your luggage inside and closing the door before too much snow got in.

“I don’t know, how are you?” you chuckled, him playfully shoving at your shoulder.  You laughed, turning to your other gracious host.  “Hi Stevie,” you grinned, going to hug him.

He welcomed you with open arms, but his face was burning beet red the whole time.  Bucky smirked at him, temping Steve to flip him off.   This would be a long week...

Santa's on his way

He's filled his sleigh with things

Things for you and me

Steve stared at you dreamily/creepily as you struggled with the scotch tape, attempting to wrap you and Bucky’s shared present for your mother.  You opted to both pitch in and get her something big, rather than get her smaller gifts separately.

“It’s fuckin’ tape, (Y/N), how is it outsmarting you?” Buck laughed, taking the roll and helping you.

“Because hanging out with you makes me lose brain cells,” you quipped back, making Steve giggle.  You shot him a smile, glad you could make him laugh.  He quickly stopped, looking away as his face turned strawberry red.

Bucky looked over at Steve’s flushed face, his brain hatching an idea. “So Steve, what did you get (Y/N) for Christmas?” he hummed, wrapping a bow around his mom’s big present.

Steve dragged his head out of the clouds, “what?”.  Present? Steve couldn’t even talk to her!  What made that sneaky bastard think he was brave enough to declare his love through a gift?

“Oh don’t bother him, Jamie,” you tutted, flicking your brother’s forehead, “don’t worry about getting me a gift, you’re already letting me stay in your house and spending your Christmas with me,”.

“But you got him something,” Bucky added, dodging your fingers as you tried to flick him again.

Steve’s brows furrowed.  “You got me something?” he couldn’t help the little smile crawling across his plush lips.

“Yes, how could I not get a gift for my good friend?” you shrugged, continuing to wrap the present you got Becca, “but don’t you dare get me anything! You’re already feeding and housing me,”.

Oh, he was definitely getting you something.

It's that time of year

When the world falls in love

Every song you hear seems to say

"Merry Christmas

May your New Year dreams come true

Steve sighed, frustrated at his lack of ideas.  You deserved nothing but the best!  But… everything he thought of wasn’t enough.  He has tried to think of a poem or a drawing he could make for you, but, of course, since this was important and time-sensitive, his artist’s block decided to kick in.

“You’ve been thinking too hard; a whole twenty minutes of brainstorming, your brain must hurt!” Buck teased, grabbing a half-empty box of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

Steve glared at him, tossing a crumpled up piece of paper from his pile of discarded ideas at his best friend's face.

“Don’t be mean, Jamie!” You scolded, smacking your brother's shoulder, “and go smoke outside! Whaddya tryin’ to do?  Kill little Stevie over here?”.  You shooed him out the door, as he raised his hands defensively.

“Okay okay!” He grumbled, grabbing his scarf and lighting a match before stepping out onto the balcony.  At least this would give you and Steve a moment alone.

“So What are you doing?” You asked, picking up the shredded, folded, and scrunched up pieces of paper so you could throw them away.

Steve groaned, not wanting to give away the surprise that he was making you a gift.  “Being frustrated over Christmas…” he groaned, running his cold hands over his hot face.

“Aw no!” You pouted, running your nails through his hair, making him purr softly, “here, you relax, I’ll make you some tea before I start on dinner, okay?”.  You smiled, turning on the radio, smooth jazz coming through the static-y speakers.

The small blond grinned softly, setting his sketchbook aside, deciding it would be wise to take a break.  He hummed along with the radio, just trying to get out of his own head for a little bit.  His voice was scratchy as he sang the lyrics, his voice even cracking during the chorus.

You peeked at him from around the corner, smiling and blushing.  He sounded so sweet to your ears.

Steve saw you watching and immediately stopped, feeling embarrassed.  “Sorry, I know I suck… I’ll shut up now,” he stammered, holding his knees to his chest.

“No, please don’t stop… I want to hear you sing,” you grinned, giving him the softest, most gentle of smiles.  That made Steve’s poor heart melt and gave his brain an idea.

And this song of mine

In three-quarter time

Wishes you and yours the same thing, too

It was late at night, Christmas Eve.  Ma Barnes wanted you three to spend Christmas Day with the family, so you were staying there for the night.  The five Barnes members were upstairs sleeping, meanwhile Steve was face down against the piano keys, holding a sound G-chord as he wallowed in his shame.

You had been in Brooklyn for almost four days and he still wasn’t able to come up with a present for you and he felt terrible about it.  This could’ve been the perfect most romantic opportunity to profess his love for you… and he blew it. He was going to write you a beautiful song and play it for you.  But he just let the moment pass right by him.  Guess he’d have to wait until next year.

“Steve I’ve heard you play before, I know you’re better than that,” you said, tying your white robe about your pajama-clad body.

You scared Steve so bad his hands smashed against the keys, playing awkward, fumbling notes.  “Y/N! Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly.

“You didn’t,” you hummed, sitting next to him on the wooden piano bench, “why are you up? It’s almost midnight,”.

Steve took a deep breath. “Honestly?” he whispered through his teeth, “I was trying to write something I could play for you for Christmas… I know you said no gifts, but I wanted you to feel special,”.  His shoulders fell, leaning his elbows on the piano, a sweet-ish sounding harmony playing.

Your lips pursed as you looked at his sad figure.  “Well… you could grow a pair and finally ask me out…” you casually suggested, “or you could sing for me, whichever is more convenient for you,”.

Steve’s brows furrowed at you. “I’m sorry, what?” he cleared his throat, tilting his head, “you… knew?  Was I that obvious?”.

“Steve I figured out you liked me over six years ago,” you said bluntly, “I just didn’t want to embarrass you,”.

“You knew for SIX YEARS?” he gasped, eyes bugging out of his head, “well… I guess that means you… you don’t like me... back... huh?”.  He covered his face in embarrassment.  He should have known.

“Actually no, it means I’m a hypocrite,” you admitted, Steve peeking one eye through his fingers to look at you.  “I knew six years ago… but I knew I’d be moving away and… well… I was afraid to get close to you” you explained, twiddling your fingers, “I just… I didn’t want to break your uh… heart... Or really, my heart… when I left,”.

Steve looked at you, not sure how to react.  “Well... in that case.. do you uh... want to go out for breakfast, day after tomorrow?” he asked, bumping shoulders with you to lighten the mood to something more playful.

Your lips split into a grin, your cheeks burning.  “I love you- LOVE TO,” you corrected, laughing a bit, “I’d love to…”.

Merry Christmas… Merry Christmas...

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LET IT SNOW

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: I think I’ve only written for Chase once- I need to remedy that

Chase Collins x reader

Word count: 1486

Summary: Chase hates winter and everything about it.  You’ll just have to have fun by yourself

Warnings: Chase being a dick?

Oh the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

The first snow of the season had fallen over night, winter was officially here, and you were excited!  You opened your eyes, the tip of your nose peeking out of the sheets as you let out a good yawn and stretched.  Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you glanced out the frosty-covered window.

“CHASE!” you gasped, shaking him vigorously, your cold hands waking him up in an instant.

“GaaAHH!” he shrieked, jerking his body so hard as his back arched that he fell off the bed in a tangle of bed sheets, “what?!”.  He peeked over the bed to see your beaming eyes, looking like a little kid in a candy store as you squealed about the snow.  “Yeah? That white stuff happens every winter, that’s how seasons work,” he said, standing back up, keeping the sheets wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yeah, but snow is so much FUN!” you grinned, so excited about the cold weather, “making snowmen and snow angels, snowball fights, igloos, ice skating, sledding!”.

“Cold, wet, hypothermia, pneumonia, the flu…” he listed, frowning as he re-made the bed.

“Aw, don’t be such a Scrooge!” you laughed, playfully pinching his cheek, which was already rosy from the cold room, “let’s go outside and play!”.

“No way, I’m staying inside and wearing seven layers of sweaters,” he huffed, grabbing his comfy sweatpants.  Wearing just his boxers was not comfortable in freezing temperatures.

It doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've brought some corn for popping

The lights are turned way down low

Let is snow, let it snow, let it snow

Chase groaned, tossing his phone onto the couch in frustration.  He just checked the weather and it was supposed to be a steady snowfall all damn day!  Now he’d have to shovel twice as much.

Winter was Chase's least favorite time of year.  He hated cold with every ounce of his dead heart.  Most of the time he wouldn't even leave the house, not even for groceries.  He'd even use his powers to teleport himself to work, just to avoid the outside.

“You’d be less miserable if you’d come out and play with me,” you sang, zipping up your new, red coat.

“Not happening!” he pouted, aggressively filling the biggest mug he could find with straight, black coffee, “I’m staying in here,”.

You shrugged, kissing his cheek.  “I’ll be outside if you need me,” you grinned, determined to have fun, even if it meant leaving your boyfriend behind.

When we finally kiss goodnight

How I hate going out in the storm

But if you really hold me tight

All the way home I'll be warm

You rolled the little snowball along the ground, watching as it grew bigger and bigger.  This snow was perfect for making snowmen!  You hummed a little song as you evened out the first part of your frosty friend, cementing it to the ground so it wouldn't roll away.

Chase watched you from inside, peering out the window like a ghost.  He felt a little lonely without you.  But he wasn’t going outside! Unless the house was on fire or you were dying, he wasn’t stepping an inch out the door.

The knocking on the glass startled Chase out of his thoughts. Preparing himself for the freezing wind, Chase wrapped the fuzzy blanket around him tighter and opened the window for you.  “I’m not coming out,” he said in place of a greeting.

“I know,” you nodded, “I’m not asking you to,”.  Chase furrowed his brows.  “I need you to get me some grapes and a carrot.  Maybe a hat or scarf too,” you asked politely, resting your chin on the window sill.

“Why?” he asked.

“Dan the snowman needs a nose, and I can’t find rocks for the eyes and mouth, so I need grapes,” you explained.

“I’ll toss them out for ya in a minute,” he nodded, finding the ‘building-a-snowman’ activity a little childish.

He closed the window as you went to go find sticks for Dan’s arms.  What was weird was the fact that, even with the window closed, Chase felt colder without you there...

The fire is slowly dying

And my dear we're still goodbye-ing

As long as you love me so

Let it snow, let snow, let it snow

Chase sat, wrapped in blankets like a ghost, his fourth cup of hot coffee between his fingers, the fire in front of him nothing but orange embers.  He was shivering like crazy, despite the heat being turned up. He glanced out the window again, noticing you weren’t there anymore.

“Baby?” you called from the foyer, making sure to close the door quickly and keep the cold out.  Suddenly, the room felt warmer. 

“Yes, (Y/N)?” Chase hummed, nearly making you cackle out loud as you gazed upon him, enveloped in his blanket cocoon.

“Hehehe… you look like a teletubbie…” you giggled, walking over to kiss his blanket-covered head, “I’m going to the park down the street to sled,”.  So that’s why you weren’t outside, you were in the garage.  “I know you don’t want to come, but I didn’t want to worry you by leaving and not telling you,” you said, getting a drink of water.

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, pulling his makeshift blanket hood off his head, “can I have a magic kiss before you go?”.

You smiled, walking back over to him, “you can have many magic kisses,”.  Gently, you placed small kisses into his hair and on his cheek, watching as his grumpy frown melted away.  “I’ll see you in an hour or two, okay?”.  He nodded, longingly watching you leave. 

Oh, it doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've brought some corn for popping

Oh the lights are turned way down low

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

OH... let it snow

All the way home I'll be warm

All the way home I'll be warm

You had been gone only twenty-two minutes, but Chase missed you too much.  The clock’s ticking was eerily loud as Chase laid on the couch.  “It’s fucking cold outside… but I don’t want to be alone…” he hummed, conflicted with himself.

Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… The clock mocked him as he glared at it.  "She's probably on her way home anyway... no point in going after her..." he reasoned.

Tick... tock... tick... tock...

“THAT’S IT,” he shouted, dramatically shedding his blankets and standing up off the couch. He marched to the closet, grabbing his ski gear and boots.  He was going to have a damn good time with his girlfriend even if it killed him!  And considering how much he hated snow, it probably would.

Slipping on a beanie and a scarf, he stepped outside, preparing for the cold.  He slowly closed the door aaaaaannnd… WHAM!

“BOOM! Headshot!” you cheered, grabbing another snowball as Chase wiped the snow out of his face.

“That’s cheating! I wasn’t ready!” he yelled, laughing as he ran towards you, tackling you into the pillowy snow.

You howled out laughter, smothering more snow into his face as he shoved a snowball down your shirt.  “AHHHAHAHA! CHAAASSSEEE!” you cried, rolling over on top of him.

He smiled up at you, feeling surprisingly warm.  “I love you…” he whispered.

“You actually bundled up and braved the cold for the first time in our two years of dating, I know you love me,” you grinned, lightly pressing your lips to his, “now, do you wanna help me dig a snow tunnel?  The snow truck made a mountain of snow at the end of the road!”.

The fire is slowly dying

And my dear I'm still goodbye-ing

As long you love me so

Chase handed you a mug of hot tea, snuggling up to you under the blanket.  He flicked his wrist, using his powers to reignite the fireplace.  “I made popcorn too,” he smiled, setting the large, green bowl in your lap.

“Aww, thank you,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “This is much better…” you sighed.

“Better than what?” he asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Being separated,” you replied, “I was so lonely outside by myself I started talking to Dan the snowman,”.

Chase chuckled, the vibrations in his chest soothing you, “what did you talk to him about?”.

“How cool you were… and how badly I wanted pelt you with snowballs,” you smirked, looking up at him.

“Mission accomplished,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.  He squeezed you closer to him, leaning down to kiss your forehead.  Yep. This was much better than sitting on the couch by himself.

Let it snow, Let it Snow, Let it snow

Let it snow, Let it Snow, Let is snow

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow

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SLEIGH RIDE

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written for Jefferson

Jefferson x reader

Word count: 1450

Summary:  Being with your husband and step-daughter on Christmas is the most amazing perfect thing you could ever imagine spending your Christmas

Warnings: none

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too 

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

  The bell tower rang its thunderous song, the clanging bell telling everyone in town that it was six o’clock.  It was already dark, the sun had set hours ago, leaving room for everyone’s Christmas lights to shine and light up the streets.  You locked up the stable, bidding your horse goodnight before you gathered up your things to start packing.

“It’s pretty dangerous for a lovely lady like you to walk home alone,” a deep voice called to you, the sound echoing down the wooden hall.

Your head whipped around to see none other than your husband, standing by the entrance.  “Jefferson!” You grinned, running over to hug him.

He took his gloved hands out of his pockets to wrap his arms around you.  “I thought I’d walk you home,” he grinned, kissing your cheek softly, “no one deserves to be alone on Christmas Eve,”. 

“It’s just an hour walk,” you chuckled, taking your red mittens out of your coat pocket, “where’s Grace?  Is she alone On Christmas Eve?”.  You laughed, playfully quirking your brow at him.

“She is, but she wanted to get her surprise ready for you,” He said, pulling you to his side, “she practically shoved me out the door, to go get you”.

“She better not be using the stove, you know what happened last time…” you warned, getting a bit concerned.

“Don’t worry, there will be no kitchen usage involved, I made her promise,” he promised, “she doesn't break promises, so no kitchen fires this holiday,”.

 Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo-hoo!" 

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy and cozy are we

We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be 

  The snow was falling gently as you attempted to brush your hair out of your face.  It was a struggle with your bulky mittens on.

“Here, Let me help,” Jefferson hummed, taking off one glove so he could fix your hair properly.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Jeff!” Mary-Margaret’s voice shouted.  Both your heads turned in unison to see her head poking out of Granny’s diner.  “Come join us! We’re having some hot drinks and watching the snow!”.

You and your husband looked at each other, shrugging.  Why not?  Good friends and good food on a cold day sounded amazing!  Jefferson held your hand as you jogged over to the door, careful not to slip on the wet ground.

  You let out a satisfied sigh as the heated building warmed up your cold face.  “Mmm… it smells like cake in here,” you grinned, salivating as you saw all the lovely baked goods laid out on the counter.

Jefferson grabbed a gingerbread man and held it between his teeth as he carried two hot mugs of cocoa to the booth you had sat down in. “There you go, sweetheart,” he mumbled through the cookie in his mouth.

"Thank you," you said, taking the hot mug and letting it warm your cold hands.  You inhaled the warm, sweet scent, cozying down in your little booth.  "So what IS Grace doing?" you asked.

Jefferson shrugged, "she said it was a surprise,".

   As time passed by and the alcohol content of your drinks rose, Jefferson realized how late it was getting.  Even though you were both having a good time, cuddling up together in your little corner, laughing and chatting with your friends, you didn’t want to leave Grace waiting for too long.

“Do you have to go?” David asked, not wanting to fun to end, “we haven’t even gotten to see Mary drunkenly try to sing karaoke! That’s the best holiday tradition ever!”.

You chuckled as Mary flicked her husband’s forehead playfully.  “Yes, we have to go.  We have a nine-year-old at home and we don’t want to abandon her on Christmas,” you explained, putting on your beanie, “but we’ll see you for the tree lighting tomorrow morning,”.

 Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

  Walking out of the warm diner into the harsh cold of the town was a shock to you.  You wrapped your arms around yourself with a violent shiver, the heavy snow coating your hair and eyelashes.  “Hell no, I’m not walking for an hour in this weather,” you said, cuddling into Jefferson’s chest, wrapping his unbuttoned coat around the both of you.

A chuckle left Jeff’s lips as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.  “I’ve got an idea,” he grinned, seeing a horse-drawn sleigh glide by.   He took off his gloves so he could whistle around his fingers to grab the stage coach’s attention.  “Mind if we get a ride?” he shouted.

  The coach looped the horse back around and let you both get into the sleigh. “Thank you, my good man,” Jefferson smiled, handing the coach a wad of cash before sitting down with you on the red, velvet bench.  “Better?” he asked, taking a blanket from the basket by your feet and wrapping it around you both.

You grinned like a happy cat lying in the sun. “Yes, much better,” you squeaked, cuddling against him, letting his hand rest against your hip.

  The snow didn’t stop, but it gave the whole scene a magical aura.  The Christmas lights everywhere, Menorahs lit in the front windows of people’s houses, snowmen in the front yards of neighborhood houses, it was gorgeous.  “Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy and cozy are we…” Jefferson sang softly, absentmindedly humming the instrumental parts, “We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be…”.  You giggled, covering your mouth to hide the sound.  “What? Grace has been singing that all week because of her school recital, it got stuck in my head!”.

“I'm not blaming you, I just think you’re just cute,” you giggled, “please don’t stop, I like it when you sing,”.  That made Jefferson’s heart melt, encouraging him to sing louder and more confidently.

"Silver beeeeellls!  Silver beeeellls!" he sang out, mocking a cheesy opera singer's voice, putting on a little performance for you, "it's Christmas tiiiiiiime in the cittyyyyyyy!".   He really hammed it up, doing dramatic expressions and silly gestured, just so he could make you laugh.  That was music to his ears.

 Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you 

  You waved to the horse and coach as they left, dropping you off in front of your doorstep.  “Thank you!” you grinned, Jefferson carrying you up the short set of stairs.  “Do you know what Grace has been doing for the past couple hours?” you asked as you opened the door.

  You stepped inside and saw the beautifully decorated tree in the living room.  Golden garlands and white lights spiraled around the branches while big red ornaments were hung throughout.  To give it that one special touch, an angel sat on top of the tree, nearly touching the fifteen-foot high ceiling. “That’s… Grace, did you do this?” you asked, your eyes wide with amazement.

  The little girl stood proudly in front of her project, nodding eagerly as she saw how much you liked what she did for you. “Papa and I did it together,” she grinned, pointing at her father.

You looked behind you at Jefferson.  “You knew about this?  You sneaky son of a-” you laughed, playfully shoving him, “you big, fat liar!”.

He shrugged innocently.  “I may or may not have gone out and chopped a real tree… and let her decorate… unsupervised…” he hummed, blushing a bit.

“And you get to put the last ornament on!” Grace cheered, running over to give you the special framed photo ornament she had made at school.

The photo was of all three of you in the park from earlier that fall, all cuddled up together, surrounded by colorful leaves and fall flowers.  With a pink and purple glitter frame, decorated with a yellow button in the shape of a heart in the corner and some various rhinestones on the rim.  You would keep this forever and ever.

Tears of joy pricked at your eyes.  “Gracie… this is beautiful!” you smiled, kissing her head, hanging the frame up on the tree where everyone who entered your house could see.  Jefferson picked his daughter up and hugged you from behind.  “Best Christmas Ever…” you sniffed, unable to stop the overwhelming happy feeling in your heart.

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ARY’S CHRISTMAS WRITING SPREE 2019 MASTERLIST

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Jackson 5

(Frank Adler x reader)

You’re not sure how to label your relationship with Frank.  The kids’s think you’re dating.  Maybe they’re right?

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Home for the Holidays by Perry Como

(Sam Wilson x reader)

For some reason, a mission was scheduled over Christmas, leaving you and Sam separated for the holidays

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Let It Snow by Michael Buble

(Chase Collins x reader)

Chase hates winter and everything about it.  You’ll just have to have fun by yourself

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Christmas Waltz by Frank Sinatra

(Preserum!Steve x reader)

Steve has HUGE crush on his best friend’s sister and he wants nothing more for Christmas than for you to love him back.

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Sleigh Ride by The Ronettes

(Jefferson x reader)

Being with your husband and step-daughter on Christmas is the most amazing perfect thing you could ever imagine spending your Christmas

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Mele Kalikimaka by Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters

(Peggy Carter x reader)

You’re on the brink of cracking a big case when you’re sent on a petty project mission to Hawaii.  But Peggy thinks it’s for the best… ____________________________________

Grown Up Christmas List by Kelly Clarkson

(Peter Parker x reader)

The holiday season is supposed to be joyful and warm!  But Peter can’t feel happy knowing others are suffering.

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GROWN UP CHRISTMAS LIST

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: Last one before Christmas everyone!  Also, I totally forgot Peter Parker is Jewish/Jewish coded and it was too last minute to change so I tried my best to make it work, I’m so sorry >~< please tell me if anything is inaccurate or insensitive and I’ll fix it ASAP

College!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1994

Summary: The holiday season is supposed to be joyful and warm!  But Peter can’t feel happy knowing others are suffering.

Warnings: Peter being a bit of a jerk, sadness, mentions of homelessness and illness, a bit of depression/ sadness?

Do you remember me

I sat upon your knee

I wrote to you with childhood fantasies

Well I'm all grown up now

And still need help somehow

I'm not a child but my heart still can dream

  December was a pretty busy season for you and your fiance.  You and Peter had three holidays to plan for that month, sometimes two of them would overlap.  You would both have to go Christmas shopping and prepare for a week of Hanukkah, and of course New Years after that.  It was hectic, but always loads of fun!  This year, you decided to stay with Aunt May over the holidays and celebrate with her and Ned; get the whole gang together!

You rummaged through Aunt May’s decorations, some green and red, others silver and blue, looking for the old holiday pictures of Peter.  It was mandatory you put at least one old picture of Peter up, just to embarrass him.  “Oh my gosh, look at this!” You laughed, calling over Ned and May so they could see.  They looked up from their Christmas-light-untangling to see what you were laughing about.

It was the photo that had been taken a few years ago when you took Peter to see Santa at the mall as a joke.  He was wearing a kippah, an “ugly Hanukkah sweater, and his tallit.  The mall Santa got a kick out of it and both he and Peter looked so happy in the picture.

“I totally forgot about that one!” May cackled, her body moving joyfully as she laughed, “put it on the mantle! That’s too good for people not to see!”.

“Speaking of which, where is Peter?” Ned asked, adjusting his festive Santa hat, “he should have been here by now, it’s been hours,”

“Well he’s got a big grocery list to shop for- two holidays and normal shopping,” you said, putting the picture on the mantle, between the Menorah and Christmas tree, “he was also going to visit MJ,”

  Peter barged into the door, carrying about seven thousand grocery bags, all packed full.  “Little help please?” he demanded, a six pound bag of potatoes balancing on his head.

You and Ned rushed to help him, gathering some of the bags and setting them down on the kitchen floor and counters.  “Are you okay?!” Ned gasped, hoping Peter didn’t hurt himself.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” he snapped, groaning as he rubbed the red marks on his wrists from there the bags were cutting off his circulation.  He pushed past you and stormed to his room, slamming the door.

“... Geez…” Ned hissed, turning back to the groceries to help put them away, “what’s up with him?”.

You narrowed your eyes at Peter’s bedroom door, a little miffed at how poorly he had treated his friend.  “I don’t know… maybe it’s just the holiday shopping- it’s… it’s pretty stressful…”.

 So here's my lifelong wish

My grown-up Christmas list

Not for myself but for a world in need

This is my grown-up Christmas list

  You groaned as you struggled to wrap Peter’s gift- the tape would not cooperate and your wrapping paper kept ripping.  How was it you were being outsmarted by a PS4 that wasn’t even out of its box?  “How do people do this so easily?!” you groaned.

Ned laughed, helping you with the tape, “practice,” he said, handing you a little strip and folding the paper over so it would cover the whole box.

You looked past Ned to see his perfect pile of perfectly wrapped presents.  “Show off…” you muttered, cutting some blue ribbon and tying it into a mediocre-looking bow.

  With soft footsteps, Peter wandered into the kitchen to get himself some eggnog.  That was his favorite part of celebrating both Holidays- he got the best food from both of them.

“Go back to your room! No peeking!” you cried out, shoving his David’s star-shaped stocking under the couch, “we’re wrapping your gifts!”.

He paused mid-sip to cringe.  “Why did you get me gifts?” Peter scoffed, “could’ve spent that money on charity…”.  That last part was said under his breath, but you heard it clear as a bell.

“Hey, you should be grateful!” you spat back, “if you didn’t want anything, you should’ve told me that before!”.  If you were completely honest, Peter had been acting like this since Thanksgiving; bitchy.  You were not going to tolerate it.

He just rolled his eyes and walked back to his room to be alone.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m sure he’ll apologize once he’s out of this funk,” Ned said, putting a hand on your shoulder.  You wished you could believe that...

 As children, we believe

The grandest sight to see

Was something lovely wrapped beneath the tree

But Heaven only knows

That packages and bows

Can never heal a hurting human soul

  “Turn off the Christmas lights! The Menorah looks so much prettier with them off,” May said, motioning her hand for Ned to switch off the electric lights.

Ned nodded, rushing to turn off all the lights and closing the curtains.  You’re not sure why he decided to do that, it was already dark outside… even though it was only, like, two pm.

May put in the fifth candle in its place, before starting to recite the blessing.  “Baruch atah…. Adonai Eloheinu, Melech haolam… asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tsivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah…” she recited perfectly, barely even looking at the cheat sheet she printed out.

The cheat sheet was more for you as you tried your very best to speak good Hebrew… you were not very good, definitely butchering the pronunciation.  You looked over at Peter for some guidance, but he wasn’t even trying.

His lips barely moved as he mumbled the blessing, switching his weight from one foot to the other.  His arms were crossed and in his face, he looked… sad.  Overall he just looked uncomfortable.  Peter loved this part of the night!  It was weird enough that he turned down the opportunity to light the candles, but wasn't even participating.  Was he okay?

  May lit the helper candle from the center before taking it from its stand and lighting the other five.  The flame reflected off her glasses as she smiled, so excited to share her family tradition with others.  “Peter, why don- hey… are you okay?” she asked, cupping his squishy face in her hands, “what’s wrong, peanut?”.

Pete looked at her with sad puppy eyes.  He swallowed his feelings, pushing away from her to go back to his room.  “Nothing…” he mumbled, “if you need anything, I’ll be at my desk,”.

 What is this illusion called the innocence of youth

Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth

  It was the middle of the night, not a creature was stirring, except for you.  It was cold, it had started to snow, and you only had one blanket, so you were going to the to find another one.  You quietly padded to the living room, only to be startled by the shadowy figure on the couch.

“Holy shit!” you gasped, turning on a lamp, “oh.. Peter… it’s just you…”.

He didn’t even move, he just kept holding the picture he had taken off the mantle, staring at the wall.

  “What are you doing up, darling?” you asked, going to sit down beside him.  He shifted away from you, but it was clear he needed affection, so you gently put a hand on his shoulder.  He let you.  “Peter, you’ve been acting weird, please tell me what’s wrong?” you begged, rubbing his back gently, “I’m worried about you,”.

Peter let out a long, tired sigh, his shoulders sagging.  “What’s the point?” he sniffed, trying not to cry.  Oh, you hated seeing him cry, he always looked so scared and helpless when he cried.  “Why should I enjoy my time during the holidays when there are millions of people suffering?” he sobbed, leaning into your side for comfort, “I tried to visit MJ the other day, but she couldn’t talk because her Aunt is sick, I went shopping and I saw so many homeless people on the street… now that it’s snowing people are freezing!”.

  You heard what he was saying, you really did.  It was hard to enjoy life when you see the world suffer.  But you didn’t understand why this was bothering him now?  He was Spider-Man!  He saved lives, helped people… he was one of the most charitable people you’ve ever known!  “Peter… darling… it’s okay,” you assured him, cupping his face, “you do so much for the world, you can alleviate some of the pain people feel… we can help, we can do something,”.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he looked you in the eyes.  “I know, I know, but…” he sniffed, pulling away from your touch, staring down at the silly Santa picture in his hands.  What happened to him?  He used to be so happy when he was younger… now… he just felt hopeless…  “I can’t stop bad things from happening… an entire galaxy and multiverse of heroes can’t stop bad things… what can I, one man, do?” he ranted, growling in frustration as he stood up to toss the picture back where it belonged.  He sighed again, the wave of anger passing.  “I can’t do anything…” he whispered, slinking back to his room.

 No more lives torn apart

That wars would never start

And time would heal all hearts

And everyone would have a friend

And right would always win

And love would never end

  Christmas Eve, less than twenty-four hours from the most wonderful day of the year, and Peter couldn’t be more depressed.  He drugged up the stairs with his tired feet, exhausted from work.  Damn, why wouldn't maintenance fix that stupid elevator already?  He peeled the red beanie off his head, his curly hair fluffing up from the static electricity as he reached the sixth floor.

“What the hell?” Peter called, seeing the long lines of people in the hall.  All of his neighbor's doors were open, hundreds of strangers were walking from apartment to apartment with plates of food and big glasses of hot cider.  Entire families were sitting on the floor, opening shiny new gifts and little stockings with their kids.

Peter fluidly moved around the crowds of people to get into his apartment, looking for you.  There were still tons of people in his home, lines of people going to the kitchen and back out to the hallway.

“Peter!” you called excitedly, waving your hand above your head from the kitchen, “over here!”. 

He quickly ran over to you, not expecting you to toss an apron onto his head.  “What is going on here?  Who are all these people?” he asked, tying the smock around his waist.

“They're friends,” you smiled, serving latkes to the people coming through the line, “here, take a ladle and serve the beef,”.  He followed orders, still really confused.  “I decided to contact Pepper and your neighbors, do some good this season,” you grinned, yelling over the crowds, “I told them what you said the other day and they wanted to help, so we organized a food and toy drive through Stark industries,”.

A wide smile split Peter’s chapped lips.  “You’re the best, you know that?  You really are,” he shouted, eagerly serving the line.

“Pepper even opened the old Stark tower as public housing!” Ned said, bringing over another pot of potatoes to May so she could continue cooking, “thousands of people will be sleeping and showering there!”

  Peter looked around the room, seeing all the smiling faces coming and going, really experiencing the holidays, possibly for the first time in years. He was so proud of his family, so thankful for them.  This… this is what he truly wanted for Christmas and it was another Hanukkah miracle!

 This is my grown-up Christmas list

This is my only lifelong wish

This is my grown-up Christmas list

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: a little pick-me-up before the weekend 

Sam Wilson x reader

Word count: 1590

Summary: For some reason, a mission was scheduled over Christmas, leaving you and Sam separated for the holidays

Warnings: lots of swearing

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  Why did Fury have to do this to him?  Well, everyone on the mission was pissed, but especially Sam.  Who the hell PLANS a mission that extends over Christmas?  Instead of being cuddled up on the couch watching Christmas movies with his girl or thrift shopping for quirky white elephant gifts with his friends, Sam was stuck in the middle of northern Canada.

“Pass me another blanket?” Bucky shivered, trying to turn up the shifty motel’s crappy heater.  That poor machine was running the best it could and still the heat it was cranking out was barely enough to make the room above freezing temperature.

“There are only three blankets and you already have two of them,” Sam sassed, struggling to open the pack of Oreos he’d purchased at the gas station.  Damn things froze in the car!  They were solid as a rock! “And there’s no way in hell I’m giving mine up,”.

Steve rolled his eyes, opening the multiple cans of soup they bought and dumping them into a large bowl.  “Ladies, calm down! I don’t want to get kicked out of the only shelter we have right now because of your yelling,” he grumbled, covering the bowl with a paper towel and putting it in the grimy microwave.

 I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific!

  Steve handed everyone a mug of hot soup.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have spoons so they had to drink their soup like unemployed college students.  It was inconvenient, they weren’t about to complain about a hot meal.  “Eat up,” Steve hummed, sitting by his friends on the floor, which was, by far, much cleaner than the beds.

Sam grinned up at him, thanking him briefly.  “Here Cap, take this,” he said, giving Steve his blanket, “that suit isn’t enough to keep you warm,”.

“Aw, Sam, you don’t have to do that, you need it more than I do,” Steve said, pushing the quilt back into Sam’s clenched fist.

“Take it, I’ll be okay,” he insisted, “if winter boo bear over here won’t share, then I will,”.  He chuckled a bit, glaring over at Buck, who had bundled himself up like a little homeless lady.

“Hey!  Part of my body is fucking metal!  I’M COLD,” Bucky defended, wrapping himself up tighter into the blanket nest.

  “So Fury says we’ll be stuck here longer than he thought… we might not be back until the new year,” Steve sighed, knowing neither of his teammates would like it.

“What? C’mon, man, I promised (Y/N) I’d be back before then!” Sam groaned, “I’ve been gone since the beginning of the month!  She’s had to spend this whole holiday season alone,”.

“I know, Sam, I know…” Steve nodded, trying to keep him calm, “it’s less than ideal, we all have people at home we’d rather be with than out in… the arctic,”.

Sam just scowled at Steve, sick of him and Fury’s bullshit.  “Nah man, I ain’t taking this!  (Y/N) and I had this whole Christmas planned!” he ranted, nearly spilling his already cold soup, “instead of sneaking slices of rum cake when she’s not looking or hiding mistletoe around the apartment, I’m stuck here, with two other dudes, one of whom I’m pretty sure has fleas!”.

Bucky punched Sam’s arm with his metal one.  Damn, that vibranium really was cold!

 Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  Sam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, waking him up from his uncomfortable sleep.  He was still freezing his tail feathers off (that joke was not as funny as Bucky thought it was when he said it) but the heater seemed to be working better.  He groaned, cracking his stiff back before answering the facetime call. “Hello?” he groaned, yawning.

“Hi baby,” you greeted, smiling at him.

Sam immediately perked up at the sound of your voice.  He got up and jogged to the bathroom so he could turn on lights and talk to you in private.  “Hey sugar, how’s my girl doin’?” he smiled, eyes shining at you.

“Lonely without you,” you replied, “how’s Canada?”.

“Fucking freezing,” he scoffed, “and Barnes keeps hogging blankets,”.

“Oh, I know how you feel.  That’s what Wanda did on our last mission to Russia,” you hummed, getting more comfortable on the couch, “I heard Fury is pushing back the return date,”.

“Yeah….” he sighed, “it sucks, but I guess that’s what being an Avenger means; long work hours,”.

You grinned, laughing half-heartedly.  “I’m trying my best on my end to get you guys home,” you said, hoping that’d make him feel better.

“Eh, good luck with that, Fury's as stubborn as they come,” he sighed, “so what have you been up to? I hope you’re still having fun, despite all this,”.

“I am,” you nodded, getting up to show him the pumpkin spice cake you made, flipping the camera.  “I made a lot of goodies!  Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter bars,” you listed, padding to the kitchen, “and a spice c- HEY!”.  You caught Wanda and Nat stealing treats.  You shooed them away as they slunk off like raccoons with their plates and mouths full.

Sam laughed at the scene the camera was capturing.  “I see the ladies have taken over for me while I’m away,” he chuckled, “there better be sweets for me when I get back!”

“Oh there will be,” you grinned, putting a lid over the cake to keep it safe, “and a few presents, and a clean bed, and a hot shower, and a big blanket that you don’t have to share,”.

“That sounds so good right now,” he sighed, closing his eyes, fantasizing about coming home, “damn I can’t wa-”

“SAM! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Bucky groaned from his blanket cocoon by the heater, his voice muffled by the various noises in the hotel room, “THE BATHROOM ECHOES!”.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to you later baby, okay?” Sam whispered, catching the kiss you blew to him through the phone, “love you,”.

“Love you more,” you grinned, hanging up.

 I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific!

  Sam plopped down into the car, very ready to fall asleep.  “Do we have to go back to the motel? I’m pretty sure sleeping in here would be more hygenic,” he sighed, taking off his goggles, the eyewear having left uncomfortable imprints on his skin.

Not that the car was too much better.  It was an old, rented van from a sketchy rental place.  Steve advocated for a smaller, but newer minivan, but Fury insisted that this would be less inconspicuous.  

“Actually, yes, We do have to go back,” Steve hummed proudly, “Fury said there were extra supplies dropped off for us,”.  

Bucky and Sam let out a tired ‘woo’.  “Does that include a space heater?” Buck asked, taking his boots off, “or better mattresses?”.

Steve smirked, feeling truly proud of himself.  “Well, my ‘nagging’ worked, and we’re now staying in Holiday Inn,” he answered, “clean beds, free breakfast, and functioning showers,”.

The other men let out a more enthusiastic ‘woo’ this time, somewhat surprised that Fury caved.  Normally he’d tell Steve to, “shut up and quit your bitching,”.

 Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  The boys walked into the hotel, smiling as the heated air warmed up their cold bodies, the snow clinging to their uniforms melting away.  “Much better,” Bucky grinned, flopping face down onto the clean couch in the little sitting area. 

“Who wants dinner? There’s plenty here!” Steve cheered, opening the fully stocked fridge, “ooh, even spice cake!”.

Sam paused for a minute.  “Spice cake?” he thought to himself, “Steve I don’t think it was you who convinced Fury to send us here,”.

Steve raised a quizzical brow.  “Well it certainly wasn’t Buck,” he said, throwing an apple at the sleeping assassin’s head.

Peeking your head out of the closet, you surprised the boys by shouting, “MERRY FUCKIN’ CHRISTMAS!”.  Buck was so surprised he fell off the couch with a hardy, "oof,".

“(Y/N)?” Sam greeted, giving you a big hug and kiss, “you did all this?".  You nodded.  "How… how did you pull it off?  How did you convince Fury?”.

“I didn’t.  Natasha just took over the mission and I convinced her,” you grinned, snuggling into Sam’s side, “figured I’d pay a visit as well…”.

“But-” Sam stammered, confused, “why not stay home?  Or shorten the mission?”.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Fury is right, there is a lot of work to be done here,” you sighed, squeezing his hand, “and I am home.  I’m with you,”.

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CHRISTMAS WRITING SPREE MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS 2019

Charachters: Frank Adler, Sam Wilson, Chase Collins, Preserum!Steve, Jefferson, Peggy Carter, & Peter Parker

CHRISTMAS 2018

Characters: Peter Parker, Preserum!Steve, Steve Trevor, Wanda Maximoff, & Sam Wilson

CHRISTMAS 2017

Characters: Steve Rogers, Steve Trevor, Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Parker, Frank Adler, Chris Beck, & Preserum!Steve

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

link to the song is HERE

A/N: Now we’re in full-fledged, give you cavities it’s so sweet, purest boi fluff (also I know Wand is Jewish- that comes into play here)

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 915

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Wands forever, and are determined to get Wanda to notice you this Christmas!  But your attempts are fruitless...

Warnings: none?

(GIFs not mine)

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

And I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

“(Y/N), I really dont think this is gonna work…” Sam hummed doubtfully as he watched you make a glittery invitation for Wanda while sitting in the midst of an explosion of brightly colored construction paper.

“Nonsense!” you scoffed, brushing him off as you added a big, heart sticker to the invitation, “I’m going to invite Wanda to the white elephant gift exchange, make her feel super special, feed her lots of treats, and ask her out on a date,”.  The plan was infallible.  “Perfect!” you grinned, sealing the invite with a kiss

Just as you had finished, Wanda was walking by, holding a bin full of… somethings… you couldn’t see, they were all wrapped up in towels.

“Need help with that?” you asked, sprinting towards her.

“Oh, thank you,” she grinned, both of you carrying the large bin into her room.

“Hey, Wanda, I was wondering...” you hummed nervously, handing her the invitation, “if you’d like to come to my Christmas party this Friday?  There will be a gift exchange...”

Wanda’s face fell as she read the invite.  This couldn’t be good.

“That’s very sweet of you, but…” She hesitated, handing the invitation back.  Oh no.

You took the colorful paper back into your hands, trying not to look disappointed.  “That’s okay, not everybody likes parties…

 I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

  Sam just shook his head as he watched you unload all the Christmas decorations you had gathered over the years.  “(Y/N)!  IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK!” he groaned.

“Not with that attitude it won’t!” you protested, pulling out the stocking you had spent the past eight hours making, “I ask Wanda to decorate, it gets all romantic, I present her with this stocking I made her- weird she didn’t have one already- and then I ask her out on a date,”.  PERFECT!  “And, I’ll even give her the honor of putting the star on top of the tree,”

Sam just rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Hi Wanda!” you beamed, waving at her as she carried delicate white candles, “would you like to decorate the mantle with me?  I even saved the star for you,”

Wanda perked up.  “The star?” she grinned, walking towards you.

You nodded, holding up the golden, five-pointed star.  “You get to put it up on the tree,” you giggled, “I even made you a stocking,”.

Wanda looked over at the stocking with her name on it.  A little Coca-Cola bear stitched into the white-polka dotted, blue stocking.  Her name in red yarn was stitched into the fuzzy white top of it.

“Oh… I’m sorry…” she hissed, backing up awkwardly.

Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas

I won't even wish for snow

And I'm just gonna keep on waiting

Underneath the mistletoe

Sam walked into the living room, wanting to watch a bit of TV as he drank his morning coffee.  “For fu- (Y/N)!” he yelled, watching you stick the mistletoe onto the doorframe.

“This is simple!  It’s just mistletoe!” you squealed in defense, “no crazy scheme!”

Sam walked away.  He was going to Starbucks to enjoy some coffee.

You smirked as Wanda approached.  You leaned against the door frame, waving at her seductively.  “Hello, miss Maximoff,” you purred

She walked by with a big smile on her face.  “Oh, hi (Y/N),” she chuckled, walked straight passed you.

“...Damnit…” you cursed

I won't make a list and send it

To the North Pole for Saint Nick

I won't even stay awake to

Hear those magic reindeer click

This would be your last attempt.  Just ONE MORE TRY.  You were just going to ask if Wanda wanted to join you, Nat and Sharon for a girls night.  Just snacks and a Christmas movie.  Surly she’d join?

“Hey Wanda..” you squeaked, shyly, “we’re watching Elf if you want to join?”

Wanda just nodded ‘no’, putting her pastries in the oven.

You just nodded softly, very defeated.  Worst Christmas ever.

 'Cause I just want you here tonight

Holding on to me so tight

What more can I do?

You sat on the couch, fighting back your tears unsuccessfully.  Did Wanda hate you that much?  She wouldn’t do anything with you… she wouldn’t even taste the Christmas ham you and Bruce had made!

“(Y/N)?” Wanda whispered, seeing you alone in the living room, “sweetheart what are you doing out here?  It’s almost midnight?”

“Why do you care?” you muttered, pulling the fuzzy blanket tighter around your shoulders.

“Honey, you’re crying….” she whimpered, sitting next to you and rubbing your back.

“I just wanted to spend time with you… ask you on a date…” you sobbed, looking at her, “I tried to find as many fun things to do with you, find ways to make you feel special… you always said ‘no’ or looked disgusted…”.

Wanda wanted to comfort you.  But at the same time, you were being a dumbass.

“Darling, I wasn’t disgusted at you- I thought you were making fun of me,” she said.

“Making fun of you?”

“Yeah- rubbing all this Christmas stuff in my face?  Offering me pork?”

You had a blank look on your face.  “What?” you asked, puzzled

“(Y/N) I’m Jewish… I don’t celebrate Christmas,”

“... I’m a dumbass,”

All I ant for Christmas is you

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ARY’S CHRISTMAS WRITING SPREE 2K18 MASTERLIST

Little Saint Nick by The Beach Boys

(Peter Parker x reader)

Peter Parker was once the most devout Santa-fan-believer of all time!  But, now that he’s grown up, he’s lost his Christmas spirit… That’s why your and Aunt May are there to help!

Oh Holy Night by Nat King Cole

(Preserum!Steve x reader)

You’ve got some very exciting but nerve wracking news to tell Steve…

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Judy Garland

(Steve Trevor x reader)

It’s your last Christmas together before Steve enlists.  You’re going to make the most of it.

All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey 

(Wanda Maximoff x reader)

You’ve had a crush on Wands forever, and are determined to get Wanda to notice you this Christmas!  But your attempts are fruitless…

Here Comes Santa Clause by Gene Autry

(Sam Wilson x reader)

despite being over the age of 6, you still believe in Santa Claus.  Your boyfriend Sam is a bit frustrated and confused…

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HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS

link to the song is HERE

A/N: Christmas is in 8 days... (one week for me hehehe)

Sam Wilson x reader

Word count: 950

Summary: despite being over the age of 6, you still believe in Santa Claus.  Your boyfriend Sam is a bit frustrated and confused...

Warnings: Sam being a bit mean (it gets fluffy)

(GIFs not mine)

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane

Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeers pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing, all is merry and bright

So hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight

  Christmas music softly played in the background as you stitched Peter’s name into his stocking.  Everyone else had a stocking, even the “Guardians of the Galaxy” had stockings that you made for them.  Peter had one at his and May’s apartment, but he needed one here too.  Needless to say that the mantle was full. You even made Wanda a Hanukkah stocking… in the shape of a mitten.

“Hey Sam!” you called as he walked out of the kitchen, eating his usual ham sandwich on rye for lunch, “I need you to find the stocking I made you last year, it wasn’t in the bin,”.

Sam nodded, sipping at his protein shake.  “It’s just in my closet,” he said, “I’ll hang it after lunch,”

“Good- because otherwise Santa won’t know where to put your treats,” you grinned, tying off the knot on Peter’s stocking.

Sam just chuckled, “yep- that creepy, old dude breaking into our high-security tower and leaving us gifts we could have bought ourselves,”.

You frowned.  “Be careful Sam, you might end up on the naughty list…”

 He's got a bag that's filled with toys for boys and girls again

Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, oh what a beautiful sight

So jump in bed and cover your head, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight

You sat on the big couch by the fireplace, writing on your very decorative piece of paper, using your favorite gold, glitter gel pen.

“What are you up to, (Y/N)?” Sam asked, coming up from behind you on the couch.

You grinned, “hey sweetheart,” you greeted, looking up at him and grinning, “just writing my letter to Santa,”.  You hummed, sighing the letter at the bottom.  “I asked for new boots, and that weighted blanket I saw online”

Sam frowned.  “I love you… but you are not twelve…” he sighed frustratedly, “why are you writing to a fictional character?”

You turned up your nose and puffed out your chest.  “For your information, Samuel, I happen to have the Christmas spirit,”

“That’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard,” he huffed, walking away.

 He doesn't care if you're rich or poor, he loves you just the same

Santa Claus knows we're all God's children, that makes everything right

So fill your hearts with Christmas cheer, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight

“This is so HARD!” Peter cried, struggling with the wrapping paper and tape.  To be completely honest, it was hilarious watching him.

“Here, let me help you,” you chuckled, placing another perfectly wrapped package back in the pile.

“Why are we wrapping so many presents?” Sam asked, trying to tie a good bow.

“It’s for the Santa visit at St. Jude’s,” you said, “and we’ve got 600 presents to wrap- we’ve only wrapped 236,”

“I thought Santa was supposed to bring these?” Sam taunted, wrapping gift number 237.

“We’re Santa’s little helpers,” you responded as Peter stuck a ribbon to a big present.

“Yeah- Tony’s donating to the unfortunate kids because Santa prefers the rich brats…” he muttered

“Y’know, Sam, Why are you so irritated by this?  I’m just trying to have a good time,” you huffed, slamming tubes of wrapping paper down, “I just want to have a hope in something,”.

“Smooth, Romeo,” Peter said

 He'll come around when chimes ring out that it's Christmas morn' again

Peace on Earth will come to all if we just follow the light

So let's give thanks to the lord above, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight

Tony bit his lip as you sighed.  “What do you mean Rhodey can’t do it?” You asked, trying to stay calm.

“He’s flying out to see his family earlier than I thought, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he explained.

“Who’s going to play Santa now?  Those kids are depending on him…” you whined, slumping.

“Santa?” Sam asked, butting into the conversation

“Yeah- the trespassing nationalist…” You sassed, not wanting to deal with him.  You groaned, stomping to your room to calm down.

 “Rhodey usually plays Santa for the kids at the children’s hospital,” Tony explained.

Sam frowned.  That’s why you believed in Santa.  Not because you thought he was real, but because the children needed him to be...

 Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeers pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing, all is merry and bright

Hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight

You smiled as you watched the children laugh and play games.  Some of the team was visiting and taking pictures with them.

Steve And Bucky were there, Tony, Carol, Wanda, T’Challa and Okoye even came!  Hopefully that would make up for the fact that Santa wouldn’t show up…

“(Y/N), where are the gifts?!” Peter whispered in a panic.

Your stomach sunk.  “They’re not in the hall by the exit?!” You asked, trying not to let the kids hear

“No!” He cried quietly

 “Ho ho ho!” You both heard, surprising you and Peter into silence.

“Santa!” The kids cheered

“Santa?!” The team gasped

“Merry Christmas!  I see you’ve all been good this year!” The Santa Claus grinned, pulling out his long naughty and nice list, “I see Sarah, Ellen, Gene, Barry, Clyde, Tessa…”.

You looked at Tony with a quizzical glare.  He just shrugged.

“Wait…” You hummed, seeing red wing drag the big bags of presents in.

You and Sam-ta Claus’s eyes met and he winked.  Your boyfriend was a keeper.

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Ary’s Christmas Writing Spree MASTERLIST

Christmas Song by Ella Fitzgerald

(Steve Rogers x reader)

Chrismas time is one of the most warm and happy times in the Rogers household.

Baby it’s Cold Outside by  Margaret Whiting

(Steve Trevor x reader)

On the war front, warm blankets and hot cider isn’t really a thing.  But, at least you’ve got Steve right by your side.

Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

(Tony x reader)

Tony loves to get you gifts, expensive gifts.  But all you want is something simple.

Mr. Grinch by Thurl Ravenscroft

(Loki x reader)

Loki isn’t a fan a Christmas, thus giving his the nickname Grinch.  But you are very determined to make his heart grow three times its size.

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee

(Peter Parker x reader)

Decorating the apartment is SO much fun with Peter around!

White Christmas by The Drifters

(Frank Adler x reader)

Your Christmas vacation to Boston brought you the hope of finally having a white Christmas!  But your hopes are dwindling as Christmas approaches and not a snowflake has been seen.

I’ll be home for Christmas by Bing Crosby

(Chris Beck x reader)

Missions to orbit the earth, SUCK.  All you wanted was to spend Christmas with your husband, but it looks like you’ll have to settle for facetime.

BONUS: Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley

(Pre!serum Steve x reader)

No friends, no family, and nothing to do make for a really crummy Christmas.  Good thing the Brooklyn boys have a big soft spot for you.

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