#spideychelle christmas

[spideychelleforever]

Around the holidays, Peter fights himself HARD to make sure he doesn’t go near MJ’s family’s apartment. He knows that it’s his best chance at seeing her.. and he hates himself for wanting to try to catch even a glimpse of her. It’s so wrong on so many levels. He knows it, he hates himself for it. He never wants to stalk her or invade her space.

But he misses her. And he wants to see her. Some days he feels really, really weak. And on those days he even goes as far as checking his phone to see the travel time to her family’s apartment.

But he knows better. He never does it, he never goes near her apartment when he figures she’s around. But it just tears him apart nonetheless.

***

Meanwhile, MJ enjoys spending time at home with her family, hanging out with Ned in their old hangout spots, seeing the city again.

But she never feels wholly content. Something feels empty. She longs for something… some days it feels like she longs for someone. But who?

After the holidays, MJ goes back to school with Ned, feeling unsatisfied with how she spent her holiday break for some reason.

And deep down, far from where her enchanted memory can reach… her heart is screaming at her, wounded and punctured, knowing exactly who she is missing.

[queen-daya]

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! I thought this could be fun and we could start a post of what we got for Christmas! So I’ll go first and tag some people. No pressure if you don’t want too!

1. I got lots of candy!

2. I got new hoop earrings and a tshirt of my fave singer (and the group he’s in)

3. I got this green cargo jacket and my first pair of converse shoes

4. I got the Black Dahlia Necklace that MJ gets from Peter and hopefully I’m getting this adorable Spideychelle loungefly! I haven’t been able to get the bag yet but hopefully my mom found it and it’ll be here soon!!!!

Tagging: @accidental-spice @aintinacage @kanerallels @aeterna-auroral-avenger @dragonrider9905 @indoraptorgirlwind @cyphers-and-sunspots @igotthisaccountunderduress @miinsie and anyone else that wants to join in. Again no pressure but I’d love to see what you all got for Christmas if you are willing to share!

[missamyshay]

Happy 1st December from MCU Spidey and his Mayday 💕

[veggiewrapwithhummus]

But Peter, the cookies will burn if we dont-

Who cares about cookies when your in love Em…

[ravagedarkness]

The Secret Santa Dilemma

When the AcaDeca Team plays Secret Santa, Peter ends up pulling Flash's name, much to his chagrin.

Read Here:

[abcd-em]

Peter and MJ just barely missing each other through the holiday seasons.

[vaguekiwi]

Tagged by @peterrparrkerr

1. Three ships? Starker, Parksborn, Spiderio (edit: I kinda wanna put Spideychelle as the third one, but Spideychelle and Spiderio are both so good in very different ways so 🤷‍♀️)

2. First ever ship? Zutara (Avatar The Last Airbender), Specialshipping (Pokémon), or Zelink (Legend of Zelda). First Marvel ship was probably Stucky / Clintasha.

3. Last song? Prior Warning by Marcus Mumford.

4. Last movie? Recently rewatched Tick, Tick... Boom. Most recent new movie would be Roald Dahl's Matilda the Musical.

5. Currently reading? Gentle Ben by Walt Morey and Quantum Girl Theory by Erin Kate Ryan

6. Currently watching? Rewatching Daredevil. Newly working through Abbott Elementary.

7. Currently consuming? Coffee and leftover Christmas chocolates

8. Currently craving? More time

Tagging: @professional-benaddict @sinditia @lemonpeter and anyone else who wants to fill out :)

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

Peter’s Christmas Miracle

by Vandalia1998

Peter wishes on a star 💫 That his friend will be Happy.

Words: 2146, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds's Mother, Ned Leeds's Grandmother, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Roger Harrington

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Happy Hogan & Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Fix-It for Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Christmas Fluff, Christmas Miracles, Spideychelle, PeterMJ - Freeform, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker Needs a Hug

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43821025

[queen-daya]

25 Days of Christmas Moodboards

[you-guys--are-losers]

Promptsmas Day Three: Shopping!

//Thanks to @spiderman-homecomeme for this lovely challenge! Hope y’all enjoy this one. ;) 

“-And I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I went through my dad’s email to look for shipping confirmations, and guess who’s getting the Ghostbusters Firehouse Lego set this year?” 

Peter knows the answer to Ned’s question, but he takes his sweet time giving it. As they walk down the street, the snow crunches beneath their feet and lights blink from where they are wrapped around the poles of streetlamps. Ned and Peter make sure to stay beneath the awnings of nearby shops as they walk, each clutching at least two bags as they walk. 

The cold breeze forces color into Peter’s cheeks, but he soaks it in as he responds to Ned’s question. “That’s awesome, man! No way we get that done in less than two weeks.” 

A grin stretches across his face at the idea of sitting on his living room floor with energy drinks and May’s slightly charred cookies. There will be no worries about patrol or villains-- just a task and a set of specific goals to complete it, something Peter can control.  

“Yeah, that’s why I’m excited,” Ned speaks up, interrupting Peter’s daydream. “That’s a ton of sleepovers and binge-watching, which is half the fun. We might get done faster with MJ, though.” 

The mention of their best friend causes an unfamiliar tingling sensation in Peter’s stomach. This is true, and Peter knows it... So why does he feel like this? it is only after a few seconds that he realizes that he has forgotten to respond entirely and manages a hasty, “Oh, yeah! Right.” 

They pause for a moment by a snowy pole as Peter brushes past Ned, quickly punching the button in order to activate the sign across the crosswalk. Peter hopes that this gesture is enough to change the subject, but Ned does not give up as easily as Peter had hoped. 

“Did you buy her anything yet?” his best friend prompts, peering at Peter from over a scarf that is a gift from the topic of their conversation-- it has the opening crawl from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back printed on it. Ned pulls this scarf, his favorite, tighter around his neck as he waits for Peter’s reply. 

The reply isn’t coming. 

Peter finds that he can’t answer Ned’s question. He knows that he hasn’t found anything for her. His bag contains a soft, new robe for May and a tacky tie that is patterned with mini Iron-Men for Mr. Stark. A new case for Ned’s laptop is already wrapped beneath his bed at home, meaning that Peter has 75% of his Christmas shopping done. He was supposed to complete it today, but there is one gift conspicuously missing. 

There is nothing in the bag for their tall, brunette friend, and they both know it. 

Peter has had plenty of chances over the course of the day; he could have grabbed her some tea from her favorite shop or maybe one of the new books on her reading list. He almost bought her a new set of calligraphy pens, but that didn’t feel right, either. Peter is at a loss for what to buy MJ, and deep down he knows why.  

Peter doesn’t know what to buy her because his feelings for MJ are confusing. How can he pick the perfect gift for her if he doesn’t even know how he feels? 

Peter’s silence seems to be enough for Ned for a moment, because as they cross the street, the taller boy remains silent. Finally, after a few minutes of this, Ned speaks up. 

“You know it’s fine, right?” 

The words are plain and simple, as if Ned is asking Peter something as simple as the day of the week. Peter’s head turns to face Ned so quickly that he nearly gets whiplash, and his eyes are wide as he struggles to come up with a response to this. 

“What?” 

“You guys. I’m okay with it,” Ned responds firmly, clearly not intending to let Peter get out of this one. 

For a moment, Peter’s mind is a fumbling mess of excuses, and he settles with one of the worst ones. “I don’t know what you’re-” 

“I’m not dumb, man,” Ned interrupts, clearly done with Peter’s attempt to deflect. he is not upset, exactly, but he is far more serious than Peter has seen him for a long time. “I’ve seen it coming for a while. But if I’m gonna have to third-wheel anyone, I’d rather it was her. At least she won’t let you get a big head.” 

A strange relief accompanies those words, and Peter lets out a sigh as he turns to focus his gaze on the path ahead. He is relieved, at the very least, that Ned understands... He is even okay with this. But then, what is ‘this?’ Peter’s head spins as he struggles to define it. 

“I don’t even know, Ned,” he admits, running a hand through his hair to brush the flakes clear of the messy curls. “I have no idea how I feel about any of it, and if I don’t know, she probably doesn’t know either-- and that’s if she likes me at all, which isn’t likely-” 

“Are you an idiot?” Ned’s voice is incredulous as he stops where he is standing, which causes Peter to slowly idle to a halt as well. Peter hesitates, knowing that his face is bright red. He isn’t sure how to handle it as a grin of disbelief stretches across Ned’s face.

“I...” Peter doesn’t know where he’s going, only that Ned somehow seems to know something he doesn’t. Peter clutches the bag in his hand more tightly, which Ned notices. 

“Hey, hey, sorry, man,” he finally says, gently bumping Peter’s side with his arm as they continue on. “I wasn’t trying to make fun of you or anything, it’s just--” 

“Just what?” Peter asks. His heart is hammering in his chest for no reason again, and he isn’t sure exactly what is causing him to feel like he is frozen in anticipation. 

“Just...” Ned seems to process how to say it, his eyes flickering upwards in the way that it does when he needs to sort his thoughts. The lapse in the conversation stretches on until Ned gives up on using fancy words, meeting Peter’s gaze again. “You really, really don’t need to wonder, Peter. She likes you.” 

Peter can’t explain the surge of excitement that rushes over his body, causing every hair on his body to stand up. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, but the only thing that compares is the way that he feels when his spidey senses are tingling. “How do you know? Did she say something, or...”

“Nah,” Ned dismisses, waving one of his arms airily. “But sometimes it’s not about what a girl says, it’s about what she doesn’t say.” Peter’s best friend says this with the sage air of a Jedi master speaking to his young Padawan, and Peter raises an eyebrow.

“What do you know?” 

“Shut up,” Ned responds, grinning. “Anyone with eyes can see that she likes you, and anyone who knows you knows that you like her, too. Maybe it’s new, but you still have a thing for her, and you’re not really smooth.” 

Peter’s eyes shoot open wide, and he finds himself peering over his shoulder as if someone might have heard. Okay, so he’s not the smoothest, but he at least thought that he had this little secret... What would she do if this got to her? 

What if she never wanted to talk to him again? 

“Do you think she knows?” Peter demands.

“No.” 

“How can you be sure?” 

“I’m sure because if there’s one person more oblivious than you, it’s her.” 

“She’s not oblivious, she’s one of the most observant people we know!” 

They both know that this is true. Peter has lost Ned’s train of thought, and what his best friend says next makes even less sense.

“Not about stuff like this.” Ned’s words are heavy and serious again. They are not grim, exactly, but he is clearly not screwing around either. But Peter is at a loss for words and understanding, and it is for this reason that he gestures emphatically as he speaks. 

“What’s ‘stuff like this?’”

Ned stares at Peter quietly, and for a moment, a silence stretches between them. Peter’s skin seems to crawl with a mixture of frustration and impatience, needing to know what Ned is saying, desperate for answers. 

Ned weighs his next words carefully, clearly choosing them to communicate as simply as he can. “I think you know,” Ned murmurs in response, his eyes holding a significant look that almost scares Peter. 

He’s scared because it clicks, because he knows that Ned is right. There is something deeper in his chest than some flutter, a warmth and a pining that isn’t a little crush. Ned has clearly seen it, and now that Peter thinks about it, so has he. 

This feeling rears its head when she smiles unexpectedly, in that slightly wry way that lights up a room. It floods his mind when she answers a particularly difficult decathlon question, and her face holds nothing but triumph because she’s that good, and she knows it. The feeling numbs his thoughts whenever she stands up for herself, for what she believes in, whenever she puts some schoolyard bully like Flash Thompson in his place. Peter feels it when he sees her reading, when he smells the scent of her lemon shampoo, when he catches a glimpse of the little doodles on the corners of her papers. 

He knows this feeling well, and he knows what it is. 

For a few seconds, Peter is quiet. He is thinking, processing, running this newfound revelation over in his mind. Even though he has experienced it before, that does not mean he has ever confronted it like this-- head on. However, after a little while, he finds a new strength to speak up.  

“Okay.” 

It is Ned’s turn to snap immediately to attention, turning to stare down Peter. His eyes are slightly narrowed, filled with a conflicted sort of worry and concern as he attempts to gauge Peter’s reaction. 

“Okay, what?” he asks, pausing in his walk again. Peter pauses, too, and he breathes in and out before continuing.

“Okay, I’m done with this conversation.” 

“But, Peter-” 

“I never said you were wrong,” Peter interrupts his friend. Now, there is a smile growing on his lips, a real and genuine one that he cannot seem to repress anymore. “I just said that I’m done. And I’m done because I have one more present to get.”

Ned understands now, Peter knows. His best friend is smiling, too, with a grin so wide it’s almost unsettling as they stand beneath a striped red awning with their bags in hand. What Ned doesn’t know is that he has given Peter a gift, one that is more valuable than anything else he could ask for this season. 

Ned has given Peter hope, and more than that, he has given him a plan. 

“Now, come on. I have the best idea, and I know exactly what I’m going to get her.” And with that, the two continue to walk down the sidewalk, brushing past a million little people in their brightly-colored jackets, all searching for the little, unexpected revelations that are priceless in their own way. 

[aleckdraws]

Home is where the heart is…

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[funnyincorrectmcu]

MJ: I wanna get run over. Peter: Oh come on, it’s Christmas! Get in the spirit! MJ: I wanna get run over by a reindeer. Peter: … Peter: Not what I meant, but I’ll take it!

[i-lovethatforme]

jssc snowy season masterlist aka nwh fix its mainly

day one: something snowy and angsty 

oh my darling, i’ve been missing you

day two: PeterMJ fake dating with other people

just tell me when to come

day three: jealous peter

to kill the noise in my head

day four: Peter B Parker gives Peter and MJ some advice

i think i want to marry you

day five: mistletoe kisses

it’s the most wonderful time of the year

day six:  Peter and MJ always end up under the mistletoe. Such a shame they're enemies.

i just don’t know what to do with myself

day seven: kidfic

i saw mummy kissing spider-man w/ @machiavelien​

day eight: tgp au

i get a little lonely every year around this time

day nine: coffee shop fix it

part two: i get a little lonely every year around this time

day ten: first Christmas after nwh 

baby please come home

day eleven: hurt/comfort

i remember when you were here

day twelve: carli’s birthday 

part two: i remember when you were here

day thirteen: identity shenanigans 

i’m in love with all your danger

day fourteen: roommates

all i’ll never know is if you want me

day fifteen: fluffy fix it

i’ve been thinking about you

day sixteen: making up

part two: all i’ll never know is if you want me

day seventeen: semi public sex

part three: all i’ll never know is if you want me

day eighteen: hating game au

i want you to ruin my life

day nineteen: all the i love yous 

part four:  all i’ll never know is if you want me

[spideychelleforever]

So perfect 🥺

fluff you say1!!! 8 xxxxxxx

santa tell me by ariana grande

“Santa, tell me if he really cares

'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here

Next year.”

~~~

don’t make me fall in love again (if you won’t be here)

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Michelle casts a brief glance at her mother and nods, a small smile on her face. She can’t help but agree, knowing that New York during the winter—especially during Christmas time—is a sight. The lights, the snow, the trees, it’s all very festive to go with the most wonderful time of the year.

Most wonderful time of the year.

The sentiment is almost funny in a bitter, slightly mocking way, Michelle knowing that she isn’t feeling the same holiday spirit as she had previous years, and for good reason.

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” Michelle says, averting her eyes and crossing her arms as she slinks further back into their apartment. Their portable fireplace is burning and their tree lights are on, but it’s far from warm and bright inside.

“Michelle,” her mother replies, and her tone is gentle yet pitying. “I know everything has been a bit hard, especially lately. Christmas was your guys’ holiday, wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” she responds, rolling her shoulders to try to ease the tension. “I’m okay, honestly, but you should go out. I know you said you had this reservation with your friends tonight.”

“Honey…I’m not going to leave you alone on Christmas Eve.”

Michelle manages an all too brittle laugh, feeling a growing pit in her stomach as she says, “No, really, it’s fine. You guys have had this planned months in advance, way before…before everything happened. Go out and enjoy it.”

It’s hard, knowing she wants her mother to have a good evening despite not being able to have one herself, hard having to celebrate the holidays without all of your loved ones. The memories of their past years together are much too painful to think about right now, let alone to leave the house with.

“Only if you’re sure, Michelle…”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. Go out. Have a nice time,” Michelle assures her with a shake of her head. “Please.”

Her mother gives her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, saying, “I know it’s been a difficult year for you, ‘Chelle, and I’m so sorry. But, I’m sure this next one will be much better. I’ll make sure of that.”

Michelle nods, blinking around tears that have sprung out of nowhere, and tries to ignore the fact that this is the first Christmas in years that they’re not celebrating together—that she’ll be baking cookies and watching holiday movies and falling asleep this evening alone.

Christmas really was their holiday.

“Have a good Christmas Eve, Mom,” Michelle tells her, swallowing thickly before retreating back to the living room, a cup of eggnog in hand. She falls back on the couch, wrapping a blanket around herself despite the raging fire.

Being alone in the apartment is something that she’s used to, but never on this day of the year, and it’s a hard pill to swallow.

Michelle rests her head back against the couch, her gaze tracing the shadows that dance across the ceiling. She closes her eyes, silently wishing she could go back and prevent the dominos from toppling, the events that had them into this situation.

As time passes, the apartment grows colder and the fire begins to die out, Michelle feels a chill in the air. She breathes out a breath of frustration and cracks an eye open, the light only getting dimmer.

It’s at that point she notices the apartment window is cracked open.

Cautiously, Michelle places her mug down and approaches the window, a blanket still wrapped around her. It’s snowing and windy, the Christmas lights decorated around the city the only thing visible for a second.

And then, well, a hand comes up against the glass, and all she can do is exhale sharply.

“Michelle,” his voice calls out softly, and she immediately drops the blanket in haste to push the window open further. “Em.”

“Oh, my god. What are you—why are you here?” Michelle asks, feeling her hands shake ever so slightly as he sits on the other side of the wall. She can’t see his face, not with that stupid mask on, but even just hearing his voice has sent her heart into overdrive. “Peter?”

“I couldn’t just break tradition,�� Peter tells her and with a watery laugh, he pulls his mask off. Maybe he looks a little older, a little sadder, but there’s nothing about him she doesn’t recognize. “Tell me you didn’t bake anything without me.”

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” she whispers, yet pulls him through the window anyway so that they’re standing face-to-face. “You’re supposed to be in hiding.”

“And yet, you found me stuck outside your window,” he responds with a small smile. “Nothing much has changed, really. A Christmas miracle?”

“You managing to get here without being caught is a Christmas miracle in itself.”

“Man, your faith in me has really dwindled, huh?” Peter jokes, placing a hand over his heart, over her. Fingers tracing down her cheek, it doesn’t take long for him to pull her into his arms.

Michelle squeezes her eyes closed, his hold firm on her, and she manages the words, “Missed you,” against the crook of his neck.

“I missed you, too,” he mutters, voice muffled by her hair. “Enough that I don’t really care if I get in trouble for being here.”

“Pretty irresponsible of you.”

“I’m only irresponsible for you,” Peter teases, pulling back just enough to see her face. She lets him tuck a curl behind her ear, lets him brush his lips against her cheek, her forehead, her nose.

“Why don’t you commit, dork?” Michelle asks, and he smirks slightly, pulling something off the fireplace mantle, dangling it above their heads.

“Just waiting for the right moment, Em.” He holds the mistletoe with the same delicacy he has for her, and she tilts her face down ever so slightly, lips meeting in the middle. It warms her up more than any fire could.

“Love you,” she utters when they break, and his expression softens into something that makes Michelle feel like him being here really is her gift.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry that I haven’t come to visit sooner, but trust me when I say I really wanted to.”

“No, it’s okay. I know. When...when are you going to have to go back?” Michelle asks, despite not wanting to know the answer, but he merely smiles at her.

“Fury’s gonna have to pry me from your arms.”

“I’ll have you know, I've got a really strong grip.”

“We have movies to watch and cookies to bake, Em. Can’t break our streak now. Fury can wait until after we spend Christmas together,” he tells her, serious, and she has to breathe out a laugh, the lights of the tree sparkling behind him.

“It is tradition.”