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[doofwrites]

and then they never went on a double date ever again

my @spideychellesecretsanta gift for @holyfishsticksironman!! 

#spideychelle #spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds #betty's there somewhere w/e #YES IT'S A KNICKS GAME YES PETER WOULD LIKE THE LOSING TEAMS #(ie mets and knicks)

[goingfullpogue]

merry (late) christmas gloria!! @spiderman-homecomeme i hope you had a fantastic holiday and that you enjoy this piece as much as i enjoyed making it! @spideychellesecretsanta

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[agentbarton12]

my @spideychellesecretsanta gift for @purplefuzzysweater! hope you like this Mar

summary: mj has known she was in love with peter since their senior year of high school. when peter asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend for some dumb christmas party, she agrees, and she realises that she'd do anything for him.

warnings: fluff, fake dating, college au

words: 2.3K

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she realised at the beginning of their senior year of high school when on their first day back she was running late cause there was long line at her favourite tea shop and she couldn’t pick up her order, she arrived and found peter waiting for her with a cup in his hands and a dumb grin on his face.

so, of course, when peter runs into the café they always meet up at every two weeks or so when they could spare the time and slams his hands on the table in front of her and heaves out: “i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend at this party”, mj doesn’t even look up from her book when she says, “don’t be stupid.”

peter groans and sits down in front of her. “just hear me out, okay?” he pleads. mj sighs and nods for him to continue, when the waiter comes with tea for her and a cup of coffee for peter. he stared at it funny. “you ordered for me?”

mj felt her cheeks heat up and cleared her throat. “i knew you were going to be late, it’s not a big deal.”

peter just hummed. “anyway, about the girlfriend thing...”

“yes, care to explain that?”

he nodded as he took a sip of his drink. “so you know that prick i was telling you about at my school? brad davis?” the way peter siad his name, dripped with hatred and disdain never failed to make ner laugh.

“uh-huh. with how much you talk about him, i’d think you’re dating,” mj says looking up from her book to give peter a sly grin. he merely rolled his eyes.

mj really had heard all about brad davis. it’s the one consistent thing peter talks about whenever they meet up. the two friends got into different colleges and while peter was off becoming his own person, mj could count on his hatred for brad never changing.

“well,” peter said continuing, “brad davis keeps annoying me about not having a girlfriend and today i guess i snapped. i kinda told him you were my girlfriend? and that you’d be my date to this dumb christmas party he’s throwing this weekend?”

michelle nearly choked on her tea. “why would you do that?”

“i know, i know, the expectation that people in their early twenties should already be in relationships is a product of the toxic societal standards western culture has thrust upon us, but i really wanted to shut brad davis up.”

michelle’s eyes widened as peter went on his tangent because that was the same thing she said to her parents when she had ned and peter over during junior year after they kept asking when they were going to get into relationships. “i said that. you remembered?” she asked scrunching up her nose.

peter shrugged. “of course. i remember everything you say.” michelle felt heat rise up her neck. honestly, this whole loving peter thing was a bit of an inconvenience. “so please, please, please come with me? just to get brad davis off my case.

looking at peter’s pouting face, michelle sighed. “you are so lucky i—” she cut herself off, knowing what she would have said if she wasn’t careful.

“so lucky you what?”

i love you. she doesn’t say this. “so lucky i have nothing better to do this weekend.”

her friend’s eyes widened and a huge smile broke out on his face. “you’re serious? really, you’ll do it?”

“keep asking and i’ll change my mind.”

“oh my god, thank you! you are the best! i love you, you know that right? i will make it up to you and i swear...”

the rest of what peter said was lost to mj. i love you, you know that right? replayed itself over and over in her head. of course she knew he meant it platonically, but the warmth it caused in her chest was undeniable.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting in a subway dressed up in the nicest dress she owned on her way to nyu to pick up her boyfriend for the night.

when she called ned to yell about what she had agreed to (because ned has been mj’s sole confident in everything peter since high school) he just laughed and told her to hope for mistletoe. which was not bad advice. she’d get to kiss peter and brad davis would get to shove it. everybody won.

she arrived at his dorm room and knocked on the door. peter swung the door open with his shirt half-buttoned and jeans unzipped.

he stood there staring at mj not saying anything, his mouth slightly parted. michelle felt her body heat up under his gaze. “uh...you look...” his words died in his throat.

“thank you. you too,” michelle said nodding nervously. peter swallowed.

“uh, i thought i was picking you up,” he said scratching the back of his neck.

michelle shrugged rubbing her arm. “i knew you’d be late.”

peter smiled at that. then he seemed to remember that she was still standing outside. “oh! you can come in. i won’t be long.”

nodding, michelle smiled and followed peter into his dorm. now of course mj had been in his dorm. they’d visit each other on campus as well sometimes. so she was familiar with the layout and took a seat on a chair where a desk sat.

“mj?”

turning around she saw peter’s roommate, harry osborn, staring at her in shock.

“hey, osborn.”

“you know peter told me this whole thing was fake, just to get davis to shut it, so let me give you some advice.”

mj furrowed her eyebrows. “what?”

harry nodded. “you want this to be believable? just act like you always do.”

michelle’s eyes widened. “uhh...i don’t—”

“—trust me.”

peter came out at that moment dressed properly and he cleared his throat. “ready to go...babe?” he added almost as an afterthought. like he was getting used to the weight of the word in his mouth.

“uh, yeah.” michelle stood up, cheeks flaring. “are we doing the pet name thing?”

“i guess so,” peter said shrugging. “unless you don’t want to,” he quickly added.

michelle brushed him off and held an arm out for him. “shall we? babe?”

he hooked his arm with hers. “we shall, darling.”

they walked out the door arm in arm as harry yelled, “be safe kids!”

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was walking arm in arm with him to a party ready to piss off a prick by pretending to be his girlfriend.

the party was, in what mj assumed was, brad’s apartment on campus. it was fancy; way more than mj could ever afford. when they opened the door, they were met with obnoxious music and last minute christmas decorations strewn around. mj wasn’t even sure this was a christmas party. just a party that happened to be taking place at christmas time. this alone made michelle dislike brad even more.

speak of the devil, as if her thoughts summoned him, a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair walked through a sea a people towards them. michelle knew without a doubt that this was brad. she had never met him before, but judging from the confidence so clearly exuded, and the natural douchebag aura he had going for him, she knew this was the guy and so she instinctively wrapped her arm around peter’s waist and chalked up his sharp intake of breath as surprise and not because it was her specifically.

brad greeted peter with a booming, “porker! glad you could make it!” michelle let out an audible groan. great, she thought bitterly, another flash. brad turned his head to her as if just noticing her for the first time. he eyed her skeptically. “wait, are you peter’s girlfriend?”

mj had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. “i am nobody’s anything. peter is my boyfriend.” next to her, michelle saw peter nod along.

brad let out a douchebag laugh that mj was all too familiar with thanks to the four years she spent with flash. “peter was right. you are...feisty.”

michelle’s eyebrow cocked. she isn’t sure how peter sees her, but she is sure that ‘feisty’ is not a word he would to describe her. unless he wanted a punch to the gut.

peter groaned. “i never said that. i said she was her own person.”

“yeah, whatever porker.” brad clapped a hand on peter’s shoulder. “enjoy the party. and merry christmas!”

when he walked away, michelle turned to peter. “i despise him.”

peter chuckled. “join the club. come on,” he took her hand and mj felt sparks shoot up her arm, “let me introduce to my friends.”

“oh, i didn’t know ned was here,” she joked.

“i have other friends, em.”

“sure.”

he led her away to a group of people sitting on a couch. there, she met gwen stacy, felicity hardy and eddie brock. it made sense for peter to have a small group of friends and they were nice. mj liked them.

felicity stood up and offered to get them snacks and she looked at mj with a pointed finger. “vegetarian, right?”

surprised that she knew that, michelle nodded. “yeah...”

felicity sent a wink to peter who was blushing furiously when mj turned to him before heading to the kitchen. he wouldn’t meet her gaze, which michelle found strange. felicity came back with a bowl of chips and the group swapped all the crazy college stories they knew.

at some point, michelle stood up to get a drink and peter decided to join her. they stood leaning against the kitchen counter, each with a beer in hand.

“cheers,” peter said nervously scratching his neck. mj clinked her bottle with his.

“cheers.”

they drank holding hands and facing each other, so whenever someone looked over at them, they looked couple-y. it was peter’s idea.

“can i ask,” michelle asked, taking a sip of her beer, “how did felicity know i was a vegetarian?”

“uh, i may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“why would my diet have come up in a conversation?”

peter groaned loudly. “fine, i talk about you to my friends, no big deal.”

it was a big deal. to michelle at least, because, well, what was peter saying to his friends?

they fell into a comfortable silence after that.

when brad walked passed them, slapping peter’s back, peter cleared his throat and looked at mj. “hey, uh, thanks again for doing this.”

michelle waved him off. “of course. and between you and i, i kind of enjoy having you as a boyfriend. even if it is just for show.”

mj was not a lightweight. she could handle her liquor just fine. but this was nearing her third bottle and the filter between her brain and the rest of her body was slowly disappearing. there was no way she would say any of these things sober. ever.

peter’s eyes widened. “really?” mj nodded. he took a breath. “how drunk are you right now?”

it took her a moment before she responded. “big drunk.”

he stifled a laugh at her. “you gonna remember any of this?”

“i always do.”

he nodded with a smile. “well then, can i tell you something?” mj hummed an affirmative. “i really enjoy being your boyfriend. and i don’t want it to only be for show.”

michelle’s eyebrows furrow deeply. “i...i’m too drunk to respond properly.”

“that’s fine. you can give me one tomorrow when you’re sober.”

the rest of the night, michelle was uncharacteristically quiet. she was deep in thought mulling over what peter meant. by the time peter had called a taxi for them, she had already sobered up a bit. meaning she had thrown up in brad’s potted plant.

peter and mj were standing outside the house in the snow waiting for the car. after thinking it over and debating the pros and cons in her head, mj decided that if peter got to be cryptic and shit, so did she.

“peter,” she called out. he turned to face her, nose tinged red from the cold. “i have something to tell you. the only reason i agreed to be your girlfriend for tonight was because i am madly in love with you and you could literally ask me to do anything and i would. in a heartbeat. i also kind of wanted to see what it would be like to be your girlfriend for a little while.”

letting out a breath, mj realised she was not as sober as she thought she was. becuase that? that was not cryptic at all.

peter was staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, with his lips slightly parted and eyes wide.

“shit,” mj murmured. “that wasn’t supposed to be so direct and—shit. ignore me, please. you can turn around and pretend i never said anything and—”

michelle didn’t notice peter walking towards her until his lips were on her cheek. her eyes immediately fluttered shut and her heart raced beneath her ribcage. it was freezing outside, but mj swore she felt heat spread through her body all the way to her toes. peter’s kiss lingered and mj had to fight a groan of frustration when he finally pulled away.

his face was beet red and he had this doe eyed look to him. softly, he said, “we’re under the mistletoe.” michelle looked up and he was right. over the doorway was a piece of mistletoe hanging. “and,” he began, still as close as he was when he kissed her, “i just really wanted to do that.”

michelle inhaled sharply. “well, are you gonna do it again?”

he did. again and again. as if he was making up for the times when he did not.

***

mj was undeniably in love with peter. she knew this because she was sitting on his couch with his head in her lap and her hand in his hair. she knew this because this was not the first time they had ended up like this and knew it wouldn’t be the last.

also the fact that peter was undeniably in love with her wasn’t hurting anything.

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #spideychelle #michelle jones x peter parker #michelle jones #peter parker #brad davis #ned leeds #college!spideychelle #college!au #fake dating #christmas #spiderman #spiderman: far from home #spiderman: hoco #marvel #mcu #avengers

[lenkarii]

“but on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again.” - tswift.

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coffeeshop au for @seek-rest for the @spideychellesecretsanta!

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #draws #fanart #spiderman fanart #spideychelle #hope it looks ok!! #coffeeshop au #inspired by the tswift song!

[spiderman-homecomeme]

lovely weather (for a sleigh ride together)

my secret santa present for @scoliatrash! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my dear!! I hope you enjoy all the fluffy, cheesy goodness!! Have an amazing day! <3

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“Remind me again–and this is in no way me saying that I don’t wanna go–but… why exactly are we doing this?”

Peter shifts slightly under MJ’s gaze from the passenger seat, the car suddenly feeling approximately a thousand degrees hotter. He chuckles, then clears his throat, his hands flexing against the still-cold steering wheel, hoping he doesn’t seem as nervous as he feels. 

But keeping his eyes trained to the winding roads in front of them, drumming his thumbs at ten and two, he finally glances over. 

“…Because.”

Yup. 

Totally inconspicuous.

He’s never acted more naturally in his life. 

Her expression falls as she fixes him with a deadpan stare. 

A light laugh bubbles up out of him all on it’s own. “Because….” He repeats himself, voice trailing off, mentally scrambling to find anything that wasn’t the real reason for this two-and-a-half hour journey into the country. “I thought it would be fun!” He finally spits out, though he doesn’t relax just yet. From the corner of his eye, he can see MJ staring, sizing him up, calculating. 

For some reason–gee, wonder what it could be–he feels compelled to just keep talking. “Plus! You said you’d never been on a sleigh ride before–like a real one, with jingles bells and everything–so, I thought, well, we absolutely had to fix that.”

Which wasn’t technically a lie. Peter thought a ride in a how-ever-many-horse open sleigh was something everyone had to experience at least once in their life. Sitting bundled up with loved ones in the back of the sleigh, the cold winter wind biting at your cheeks and nose, oh-so-festive ringing of the sleigh bells, the horses’ hooves in the snow–it was something you just couldn’t experience the same way without getting out of the city. 

Ben and May had taken him once, a long time ago, when he was just a kid. They hadn’t done it again, being as even just an hour ride can cost more the Parker’s could afford, but it’s a memory that always brings a fuzzy warmth to his chest. It’s something that he’ll always treasure, something that he’ll always be grateful for. 

But, sound as all that was, it wasn’t the real reason. 

No, the real reason was currently in a tiny black velvet box nestled deep in his pocket. 

MJ didn’t need to know that. 

But it wasn’t as if his proposal was going to be a surprise by any means. For months, even years now, they’d talked about marriage. There was a whole timeline and everything. Year four into the relationship, they moved in together, and now it had been nearly a year and a half of that. Engagement, they’d decided, would come towards the end of undergrad. Then, there would be another two-ish years of wedding planning before the big event would actually take place. 

Obviously, this wasn’t a strict timeline by any means; in fact, it acted as more of a guideline, something they could loosely follow. They’d already broken it once, moving in together six months after they’d originally planned to, so an engagement just before their last semester starts was still in the ballpark.

Now, MJ had expressed before that he didn’t have to propose at all, that she would be perfectly fine with just going out to buy a ring together, posting on instagram or something, and calling it good. 

But, on the other hand she also knew that Peter would want to do something more… well, grand.

Which she was also perfectly fine with. 

All that mattered to her was being engaged to Peter. Why, where, or how that happened? She couldn’t care less. 

Even then, however, as much as she loved and sometimes tolerated Peter, there were still some rules. 

But…

Peter was willing to chance it. More than willing. In fact, this was the type of proposal he knows for a fact that she’d be 100% okay with, even with the conditions.

One, MJ loves animals. All animals. Each and every one. There’s not a dog, cat, hamster, guinea pig, bird, lizard, or bug she didn’t like, or that didn’t like her.  

“They’re better than people,” she’d once said, holding her grandmother’s wild-eyed tabby in her arms, the normally overly grumbly cat purring contentedly. She just had a way with the world’s furry, feathery, and scaly friends--something he’d seen all those years ago with the terrifying pigeons in Venice. 

Two, and this was important, this would not technically be in public, or in front of her family, two of the only conditions MJ had set for this. 

No crowds.

No getting down on one knee at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Or any major holiday for that matter.

Or her birthday. 

No ifs, ands, or buts.

And it--this proposal, right here, today--was neither of those things. The only audience they’d have being the one driving the sleigh, a lovely old man (a one Mr. Matthews) that Peter briefly talked on the phone with about this whole thing. Sure the older fellow was excited about the prospect of a young love, a new engagement, but it was clear that this wasn’t really something he was going to lose his mind about. 

“Hmm.” He hears her hum quietly as she angles her body forward, though she doesn’t seem to accept his answer, and rightly so. 

It’s odd; he fully expects her to keep poking at him, to ask him why he’s being so weird or, “weirder than normal,” even though she probably has an inkling as to why he’s acting so strange. 

And honestly, at this point, he’s almost 60% sure she knows exactly what’s going on. 

Oh well.

But surprisingly, she doesn’t grill him for the rest of the drive. Instead, they sit in a comfortable (well, at least she’s comfortable) silence, just enjoying the beauty of the emerging country around them, thankful for the cleared roads as the snow falls peacefully outside. 

Though, as beautiful as it is, that ring in his pocket is making him feel like his stomach is about to fall right out of his ass.

He almost–almost–relaxes when he sees the rustic wooden sign at the top of the hill, knowing that soon he’ll be able to get out of the car. But then, when they actually pull in and park, when they actually step out into the cold winter air again, that feeling comes right back. It annoyingly stays when they enter the main building to check in, when Mr. Matthews leads them to the stables and to the sleigh lead by two large brown horses

He almost doesn’t hear the driver telling them the mares’ names over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears. 

“Meet Juniper and Peanut,” the old man says, warmth in his tone as he moves to adjust the sleigh bells on the collars. 

“Oh my God, they’re so fuzzy…” MJ, in awe at the massive animals, mutters under her breath, close to Peter’s ear. 

“Yeah…” Peter agrees, his voice breathy, as he scratches the back of his neck. 

Without any prompt from either her boyfriend or their driver, Michelle walks up to the animals, hand carefully held out as she allows the two horses to smell her first. 

“Now, Juni here is a bit more of a grump. Bit more aloof. But Peanut, she loves pets. And treats. More than anything.”

Michelle huffs out in slight amusement, nodding once in understanding, though not looking away from the two horses. 

Juniper sniffs once before glancing away, her curiosity gone almost immediately and replaced with moderate disinterest, while Peanut revels in the attention, pushing her nose into MJ’s outstretched hand.

And again, Peter just about forgets why he’s so nervous, becoming too distracted by the soft smile on his girlfriend’s face, the way that expression breaks into a toothy grin when the other, more emotionally distant mare starts to gently nudge her arm for the same attention. 

Though that brief moment of internal calm is shattered by Mr. Matthews ushering them into the back of the sleigh. 

“You know, I’ve actually never been around horses before?” MJ asks as they climb into their seats, the driver reaching back to hand them a thick wool blanket for the ride. 

“Really?” Peter asks, the knot in his stomach still ever present. 

Mr. Matthews urges the horses onward and into the snow with a soft click and a flick of the reins.

MJ nods, scratching at her eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure my last experience with them was that cartoon horse movie Matt Damon was in, like, forever ago.”

Peter’s brows crinkle in slight confusion and faint recognition. 

She answers her own unasked question before he can even open his mouth to speak. “Spirit.” She snaps her fingers “That’s the one.”

In spite of his nerves, he can’t help but laugh at that, though he can’t help but notice that slight chatter of her teeth when she speaks as they ride out into the farm. 

“You cold?” He asks, maybe a little bit dumbly.

She shakes her head. “Nuh uh.” A shiver. “This weather is just lovely.”

He chuckles lightly, and wordlessly, he scoots closer to her, taking her hand in his and interlocking their gloved fingers together, his heart soaring at the comforting warmth that comes from just how grand it feels. 

While it is the perfect weather for a two-horse sleigh, the winter chilled air nipping at his face, his cheeks, his nose, turning them a shade of red (one that he knows Michelle would probably tell him was “cute”)... it almost would have been too much for him. 

But again, there was a reason they were here, and besides, with MJ... 

He wasn’t gonna let this cold bother him. 

He gets this uncontrollable, dumb grin on his face, and he snuggles closer to her. 

“Lovely with you.”

To that, she fakes a gag, sniffling slightly as she tries to pull her hand away from his. “Ugh, gross.”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” he gives the empty promise, throwing her a sly wink before squeezing her hand. 

A few beats of a peaceful quiet pass, the only sounds being the ringing of the bells and the crunch of snow. The snow falls around them in delicate, fluffy flakes, the stray ones being caught in his girlfriend’s curls. 

She leans her head against his, and he can almost feel her soft smile as he leans right back. 

“Is it okay if I sing a carol, or something?” Peter asks, the humor in his tone earning him a light smack on the arm. 

MJ sits back up, her glare almost menacing, save for the twitch of a barely amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She opens her mouth to speak, but is suddenly overcome, her eyes screwing shut, with a powerful--

“ACHOO!”

Peter nearly jumps. “Bless you?”

“Thanks.” MJ clears her throat, sniffling again. 

And it’s amazing that Peter hadn’t noticed in the nearly ten minutes they’d been in the sleigh; the whites of her eyes were almost entirely red, the bags under them slightly puffy. “You good?” He asks.

“Yeah!” MJ lies. “Yeah! I’m good. Just... some.... uh, sniffles. I guess.” She sneezes into the crook of her arm again. “Or, I don’t know, maybe it’s a minor allergic reaction to something. It’s fine.”

Peter wracked his brain for what that allergy could be; it wasn’t nuts, that he definitely knew, being one, that she didn’t have a history with that, and two, they hadn’t eaten anything of the sort. Dogs and cats were out of the question... so was... basically everything else... but...

The loud whinny of one of the mares cuts through his little internal monologue. 

Ah ha!

“Are you allergic to horses?”

MJ’s lips quirk into a quick frown and she shrugs, sniffling again. “Maybe?”

“Can you be allergic to horses?”

“You can be allergic to anything.”

Very true. 

And just like that, the guilt hits him like a train, seeing MJ suddenly looking so incredibly miserable and tired, sounding so congested, all because of his big, stupid, grand plan of proposing on what was supposed to be a romantic sleigh ride. 

“Don’t you dare apologize,” MJ cuts in before he can even think so say anything.

He opens his mouth to speak, dumbfounded. 

She continues. “It’s fine!” Sniffle. Sneeze. “It’s honestly fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment, offering a silent, conceding nod.

His brow furrows in thought as he bites at the inside of his lip; he can’t in good conscience keep her out here just so he can carry out this little fairytale proposal he’d had thought out for so many months. It wouldn’t be right. She didn’t need him asking her to spend the rest of her life with him; she needed to go home, take some benadryl, maybe have some herbal tea, and get in bed. 

Another day, perhaps.

“Do you wanna go back?” He finally asks, defeated. 

She starts to shake her head before he even finishes that question, clearing her scratchy, barb-wire throat. “No! This was what…. 200 dollars? We’re not going back just because I can’t handle a little horse dander.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She grabs his hand again, pulling him back to her. “Now, calm down, Mother Hen, I’ll be okay.”

It takes some major coaxing on MJ’s part, but Peter does eventually come around, his worried, fleeing glances finally stopping after a few more minutes of dashing through the snow. For a moment, he thinks that maybe the plan, the entire day, hasn’t been ruined at all. Maybe this could all still work. 

It’s all so enchanting, and they both seem to forget about the funny little allergies that came out of nowhere. They brace themselves as the sleigh nears the top of a small hill, and Mr. Matthews throws a playful warning over his shoulder. The couple laughs again, holding each other tight as the horses pick up speed on the way down, the wind whistling right past them, snowflakes covering their faces. The shimmering snow around them is nearly blinding, a stark contrast to the deep green of the surrounding trees. 

Peter hears Mr. Matthews’ “Giddy-up!” followed by Michelle’s joyful, exhilarated holler as they descend another small slope; his heart nearly bursts at the wide, uninhibited smile plastered on her face. 

When they come upon a clearing, and the horses slow to a gentle walk, Peter knows, right then and there, that it’s time. That this is right. Allergies be damned.

Oh, good God. 

“MJ,” he says without even giving it another thought, immediately turning to face her, his expression serious. 

He swallows as she waits for him to speak, eyes slightly wide. “What’s up?”

This was a lot easier said than done…

Clearing his throat, he briefly looks down at their joined hands. “MJ,” he says again.

“Yes?” Her head tilts a fraction as she glances from side to side, growing more and more confused by his strange behavior by the second. 

“I--” He sighs, finally keeping his gaze on hers, willing himself to just keep going. 

He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t as if she would actually say, “no.” Again, this was something they’d talked about for months and months. This was something they both knew that the other wanted. 

He knew how she felt about him, and vice versa. 

So what was he so damn scared of? What was it that was making him feel like that terrified, hormonal teenage kid all over again?

When he looks up at her, though, and his eyes meet her red puffy ones, and he sees the way she’s looking at him (albeit, she’s still a little confused, but it’s a loving confused), he finds that maybe it’s not so scary. 

“MJ, I--I love you. A lot.”

She snorts. “And I love you. A lot.”

Her eyes widen as he gets down from his seat and on one knee, something that doesn’t seem to comfortable in the back of the sleigh. 

His gaze never leaves hers as he continues. “You’re my best friend in the whole world, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. And--”

He’s cut off with another big sneeze. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” She hastily says, waving him on to continue.

Peter chuckles. “It’s fine. I know this kind of thing didn’t really matter to you--how it happens or when or whatever… Like we could have just done this in our kitchen and we’d be happy but--” He laughs at himself, shaking his head. “But you, uh, kinda gave me free rein on this so--”

One of his hands goes to his pocket, smile never leaving his face as he grabs…

Nothing.

Nothing in the right pocket. 

Instantly, his brows pinch together in confusion, lips twisting into a frown as he feels around the pocket again. 

MJ seems to have been holding her breath this whole time, staring down at him with a quizzical quirk of her brow. 

Peter looks up at her, smiling sheepishly with a nervous chuckle. “Uh, hold on.”

He checks the left pocket. 

Nothing.

That little velvet box, the one with the very expensive engagement ring, had somehow fallen out of his coat.

It was there earlier! He was sure of it! He held it in the car just before they’d left! Where could it have gone?

“Everything good?” He hears MJ’s voice cut through his panicked, scrambling mind. 

“Uh… No, not really.” His voice might be a little too calm, or at least trying to be. “I was, uh, going to propose... But… I think I lost the ring?”

MJ only nods, lips pressed together in a thin line, though she doesn’t seem upset or disappointed. 

“I had it… in my pocket. In the car! And when we got in the sleigh, I’m… I’m sure of it. Oh, God…” He moves to sit next to her, burying his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry, MJ. I had this whole plan… and the ring… it was so pretty and cool… and I was gonna propose--”

“Let’s find it then,” MJ suggests calmly, putting an arm around him. 

“I’m so sorry, Em…”

“Don’t be sorry,” she sniffs. “It’s okay. We’ll find it!”

Peter wants to believe her, he really does, but he can’t help but feel like losing this ring was just a sign that his original plan was, well, the wrong one. 

He knows in the end that it doesn’t matter how they get engaged, that they don’t need a ring or a pretty proposal. 

But he can’t help, even knowing that his damn Parker luck might have reared it’s stupid head again, but feel that surprising defeat slam him right in the chest at something failing so spectacularly. That something could have gone so incredibly wrong. 

“Okay,” he mutters under his breath, leaning into her comforting touch. 

Mr. Matthews was an absolute saint, taking an alternate route back to the farm, ending the ride early so that they could look for the ring. He had his farm hands and employees practically turn the property inside out, looking through the fields, the barn, the very trail they were on. 

But they were all coming up empty. 

No one could have stolen it; Peter may have been a dumbass, but he would have known if he had been pickpocketed. 

Soon, early in the evening, the sun begins to fall, the sky darkening, forcing the diligent search to end. 

Honestly, though, of all the ways this could have possibly gone wrong, having to comb an entire 200 acre farm for a small rock on a piece of white gold was not something he’d drawn up in his millions of disaster scenarios. 

Peter waits in the car as Michelle continues talking to Mr. Matthews and the other workers. He can’t help but bang his head against the steering wheel, sighing to himself, muttering what an absolute idiot he was. 

And his hand are absolutely freezing from digging through all the snow.

He’s not sure he’s ever felt more dumb. 

Scratch that.

After he see that flash of velvet under his car seat, after he reaches down and finds that damn box with the ring safe inside under his car seat--

Then he’s never felt more dumb. 

Oh no. 

It had fallen out of his pocket. 

In the car. 

Under his car seat.

He stays in stunned silence as MJ gets back in the car, waving at the kind farmers before shutting her door. 

She immediately feels his tension, noticing his silence. “What?”

He wordlessly holds the box out to her before going back to his head on the steering wheel, only just resting it this time. 

“Oh…” Is her only response as she takes the box from him, opening it slowly. Her breath catches in her throat at the ring before her; instead of a crisp, white diamond, it looks like a smoky white sapphire, the gray color shining prettily in the moonlight. 

He still doesn’t speak though, his defeat too strong. 

“You found it!” She offers, though he gives nothing but a quiet “yep,” in response. 

“In the car?”

He nods. 

A beat passes. 

“You want me to go tell them you found it in those trees over there?”

Finally, that earns her the minuscule quirk of a smile. He nods again, not moving from the steering wheel. 

She leaves without another question, ring box in hand, only to return moments later, Peter paying no attention to the blast of cold coming into the car as she gets back in. 

He honestly, truly, cannot believe that this happened. 

And now, he’s just embarrassed. 

A heavy silence falls over the car once again, and Peter has to wrestle with the urge to just smack himself on the head. He wants to go home, but can’t find it in himself to even start the damn car. 

“Hey.”

He hears her voice, encouraging him to look up at her. He does, finding her holding the open ring box out to him, a slight tilt to her head, her lips pulled back in a warm, playful smirk. She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes with her free hand, before looking at him again. 

He’s almost confused, about to ask what she’s doing, but she doesn’t give him the chance. 

“Marry me?” She asks, holding the ring out further to him.

Truly, it’s a wonder to him how MJ can make him smile, make him laugh, make him happy, no matter how stressed or upset he is. 

“Of course.”

She offers him the box, and he takes it with another chuckle, taking the ring from inside and placing it gently on her finger. 

“Oh wait,” She pulls her hand back, snorting awkwardly. “I was supposed to put it on yours right?”

And the grin that stretches across his face is uncontrollable as he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself. 

He really does love her. 

So damn much. 

With that, a ring on her finger and his spirits brightened once again, as the snow falls gently on the windows, the soft gusts of wind quietly howling outside the car, he pulls her into a warm, loving kiss. 

Lovely weather, indeed.

#spideychelle #spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker #michelle jones #secret santa!! #hope you like it!!

[wizardingaesthetics]

Summary: Most people get their inking when they’re thirteen. Everyone has someone by the time they’re fifteen. Michelle Jones is fifteen, and her wrist is still uninked. Soulmate AU in which your soulmate’s name appears on the inside of your wrist.

Inked: A Spideychelle Fanfic

Written for @booksarelife-stuff as part of @spideychellesecretsanta ‘s gift exchange

Read on ao3 or ff.net

#Spideychelle #Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Spider-man #spiderman homecoming #Tom Holland #Zendaya #peter x michelle #SpideychelleSecretSanta2k19 #Soulmate AU #my fic #Wizarding Fics

[spideychellesecretsanta]

Welcome to the Spideychelle Secret Santa Gift Exchange! I don’t know about you guys, but I am so excited to get this started! If you’re interested in finding out how you can get involved, keep reading!

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How it Works

To sign up, fill out this form. If for some reason that doesn’t work, feel free to send a DM! 

You’ll need to provide an email, but if you are uncomfortable sharing that, you can create a temporary one just for this event! The only person who will be seeing your email address is me, and the only time it will be used is for being entered in the drawing on the actual site.

Sign ups will be open until Nov. 15th (as long at it’s this day somewhere in the world, you’re good to go!) After this day, SIGN UPS WILL BE CLOSED, as it is impossible to add anyone after the invites are sent!

Once you have received the invite on or around the 16th, (check your spam just in case!) follow the link to the secret santa organizer website. From there, it should tell you who your person is.

There will also be a section for a wishlist on the main page. Fill this out with what sort of genres/tropes/AUs you like.  More details below!

Make sure to check your person’s wishlist, and if you have any questions for them, you can send them an anonymous message through the secret santa organizer site or (if they have anons enabled) here on tumblr!

Beginning on Dec. 24th, we will start posting through the week until January 1st!

If for some reason you are unable to make that deadline, don’t hesitate to DM me, and to let your person know that you’re their Secret Santa. We will work something out :)

WHEN YOU POST

tag the person you got!

tag @spideychellesecretsanta​

use the tag #SpideychelleSecretSanta2k19 

For fics, there will also be an AO3 collection should you want to post it on there as well!

The Wishlist

You won’t have to worry about this until the actual invites are sent out on Nov. 16th, but keep it in mind!

There shouldn’t be a character limit in the wishlist boxes, so write as much as you would like!

Talk about what genres you like (angst, fluff, humor, etc.)

Talk about what tropes you like (there’s only one bed, friends to lovers, fake dating, etc.)

Talk about what AUs you like (Mob!AU, College!AU, Fantasy!AU, etc.)

Specify whether or not you’re okay with receiving smut/n*fw art. 

A NOTE: if you are an artist/writer and you are not comfortable drawing/writing smut, then you do not have to, even if someone puts that they are comfortable with receiving it. This is simply just so that the Secret Santas that are comfortable know what they can do!

Maybe mention certain scenarios or even lines of dialogue you’d like to see (this isn’t a requirement, but it could help!)

It would also be a good idea to include your AO3 username, so that your Secret Santa can gift it to you there.

Rules

I know that this one is bound to be broken because it happens in every gift exchange, but don’t tell anyone who you have! It’s not a secret if you do! 

Understand that depending on who your Secret Santa is, you will either get a fic, a drawing, a moodboard, or some other creative work. You aren’t guaranteed a specific gift, even if you specify it in your wishlist. So be kind! Somebody made something just for you!! Isn’t that awesome??

For writing fics, shoot for around a minimum 1-1.5k word count. Anything around or above that is fine, so don’t stress about it! 

There is no maximum word count, but if you’re finding your fic to be pretty lengthy, use the Read More function!

Please please PLEASE write a wishlist after you’ve received your invite! It will help your Secret Santa get to know you and get ideas for what to make for you! 

A NOTE: When filling out your wishlist, do not only put smut, as there are minors in this fandom and that gets into legal territory that I am sure none of us want to deal with. Give other ideas!

and the biggest rule of all DO NOT FORGET THIS: HAVE FUN!!

So, that’s basically it! If you read all of that, and you’d still like to sign up, fill out this form! If you have any more questions at all, or if I missed something, feel free to send me a message or ask! 🎄

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker #michelle jones #spideychellesecretsanta2k19

[cadetcama]

Disguised Donation

It’s finally time! I get to post my @spideychellesecretsanta fic for @wizardingaesthetics! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!! 

Ned and Betty rig the Academic Decathlon’s Secret Santa so that Peter gets MJ. Panic (for Peter) ensues. 

Not ffh compilant

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4300

Read on AO3!

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In Peter Parker’s humble opinion, the only person (excluding Avengers and their enemies) more intimidating than Michelle Jones was Betty Brant. While MJ was intimidating in a “she knows where the bodies are buried - literally” way, Betty was more of the “organize you into submission because going with it is easier than arguing with her” kind of way. She had ideas. She had a plan. And going with it was easier than trying to argue. So while MJ was technically the captain of the Academic Decathlon team and Mr. Harrington was technically their faculty advisor, Betty was the driving force behind the scrimmages they did, planning transportation to and from meets and probably a lot more (Peter knew for a fact that Betty had proof-read and edited several of Mr. Harrington’s assignments before he handed them out). As far as Peter knew, MJ didn’t even ask Betty to do any of it, she just did because she wanted to, even giving MJ the same coaching book that Peter knew Liz had read. 

So when Betty called for their attention at the end of practice to make an announcement, Peter didn’t even need his Spider-sense (he was actively rejecting the term ‘Peter-tingle’, no matter how much May used it) to tell him it was going to be a doozy.

“As you all know, the winter holidays are coming up and Michelle and I thought it would be a good idea to organize a gift exchange for our holiday party later this month. We’ll be doing a gift exchange like Secret Santa but we’re calling it a Disguised Donation in an effort to make it more secular.” 

Betty paused for breath so Abraham took the opportunity to cut in: “How committed are you to that name? Can we workshop it?” 

“No. Rules are simple: you pick a name, you keep the name a secret, and you get the name a gift. There’s a fifteen dollar limit and that means a fifteen dollar limit, Flash. Stick to it. We don’t need a repeat of last year’s White Elephant debacle.”

“Fine. Just for that, if I get your name, I’m not getting you AirPods.” Flash huffed, crossing his arms.

“Good.” Betty replied without missing a beat, glancing back at the paper that outlined her speech. “We will do the reveal at the end of semester party in two weeks. Okay, I think that’s it. Any questions before we draw names?”

No one said anything so Betty put down her paper and picked up little bag that she shook a few times before walking over to where Flash sat.

“Make sure you look at the name before someone else draws so we can make sure no one gets themselves.” She held out the bag to him, he drew a name, glanced at it and nodded.

“What if I want to get myself? I always know just what to get me,” Charles grinned as Betty walked up to him. He and Abraham high-fived. His smile dropped as Betty gave him a look and he picked a name without comment, looking sheepish. 

The team broke into side conversations as people began packing up to leave and Betty wandered the room, making sure they all picked a name. Finally, she walked up to where Ned and Peter sat. Ned picked his, grinning as he saw the name.

“There’s just two more names left, Peter. Do you want to draw first or do you want me to?” Betty offered, giving the bag a little shake again. 

“Oh no, you can go first,” he gestured at the bag. She pulled a piece of paper and offered him the bag, giving the name she had drawn an absent glance and a snort. Peter reached into the bag, feeling around till he felt the single scrap of paper folded within. He pulled it out. He saw Betty and Ned looking at him expectantly so he glanced at the name on the slip of paper, praying it didn’t say Flash Thompson. 

Michelle Jones.

Huh, he thought, staring at the name. Somehow best-case and worst-case scenarios in one. Definitely the person who he wanted but also the most stressful name in the bag for him. His mind began going into overdrive as he and Ned packed up and made their way out of the now-deserted classroom. 

Ned managed to wait until they were halfway to the subway before asking, “so you got Michelle, huh?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, absently. “Wait, what? How do you know that?” He stopped walking and turned to face Ned, incredulous. 

“I can literally hear you thinking. No one else has that effect on you.” Ned explained with a shrug. “Plus, I convinced Betty to rig the name drawing so you’d be sure to get her. It’s why we’re doing Secret — Disguised Donation this year instead of White Elephant.” 

“DUDE!” Peter threw his arms in the air. “This is messed up on so many levels!” 

“I know.” Ned agreed, somberly. “We’ve tarnished the sanctity of Disguised Donation. It’s a tragedy.” 

“Ned! I don’t care about Disguised Dalmatian or whatever it is.” Peter was trying not to panic. Trying being the key word. “You told Betty I like MJ?” He looked around the sidewalk to make sure no one from school was within earshot.

“Of course not!” Ned looked affronted. “I’d never betray you like that! She figured it out and we were talking and I made a joke about rigging the holiday party gifts being a good way to push you two together and…apparently she decided to do it?” He had the decency to look sheepish.

Peter was at a loss for words. He stared at his best friend for a few more moments before turning to continue their walk to the subway. 

— — — 

They were coming out of the subway station when Peter finally spoke again. Ned had done his part to fill in the silence by talking about his lit class with Betty and her opinions on the final exam that was coming up and the books they have to read next semester before moving on to who he had gotten for Disguised Donation (Charles) and his ideas for what to get him (he’d mostly settled on a bell of his own to ring for comedic purposes in practice - which even Peter, who was only half listening, had to admit was a great idea, even if he was sure Mr. Harrington would confiscate it within a week). 

“Do you really think I stand a chance if I tell MJ I like her?” Peter asked.

“Honestly, dude, I have no idea. I like MJ but that girl is a total mystery to me.” Ned shook his head. “But Betty seems to think you stand a chance, or she wouldn’t have rigged the name drawing.”

“Well if Betty thinks so…” Peter replied, dryly. They turned onto his block and made their way towards his building. 

“Don’t be grumpy just because Betty’s smart enough to figure out you like Michelle.” Ned followed him into the building and up the stairs. Peter made a mental note to ask Ned about Betty and any feelings he may have for the blonde once Peter had figured out a plan for his own crisis.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Peter admitted grudgingly. “I can get her an awesome present that will get her to talk to me, then I can tell her how I feel and…hopefully ask her out!” Peter let them into his apartment and they made their way to his room, stopping only to grab drinks and snacks from the kitchen. 

“So how are you going to find a gift that says ‘date me’ for fifteen dollars?” Ned asked, throwing his backpack on the floor of Peter’s room.

“I have no idea, dude.” Peter flopped onto his bed. “I haven’t worked out all the details yet. I’ll ask May.”

“Smart. When in doubt, ask May,” Ned agreed, sagely. 

— — — 

It was easier said than done. May had helped him brainstorm present ideas and even a little speech he could give to Michelle when he gave her the present but deciding on a present for her that she would genuinely like and appreciate was proving to be more difficult than Peter anticipated. May and Ned had both told him he was overthinking it and he knew he was but this was a big deal, okay? It deserved to be thought about a lot.

Days ticked by, getting closer and closer to the holiday party and still Peter was without even a solid idea for a gift. 

“You know, you don’t have to give a girl a gift to tell her you like her.” Ned said patiently. He was currently acting as Guy In The Chair, talking to Peter through Karen as Peter patrolled and keeping an eye on the police scanner and social media for potential crimes. 

“It works for penguins!” Peter swung to the top of a building and landed on the roof. It had been a pretty quiet night, in terms of crime, which was generally a good thing, but not ideal for Peter who had been hoping to take his mind off of the gift situation.

Peter could practically hear Ned rolling his eyes. “If we’re following animal kingdom rules, shouldn’t you figure out how spiders show affection?”

“All I know about that is that female spiders will bite the heads off their mates and that’s not the precedent I want to follow,” Peter shuddered, trying to get the mental image out of his head.

“Reports of a bodega robbery two blocks from you. And you could always follow the human precedent - talking to her, no gift required,” Ned pointed out.

“Sounds fake, but okay,” Peter sighed before pitching himself off the roof, towards the robbery. 

— — — 

“I’m freaking out, man. I have no idea what to get MJ for Secret Santa. And it’s in two days,” Peter slumped at the lunch table.

“Disguised donation,” Ned corrected. He pulled out his lunch bag and dumped it on the table.

“Whatever, you know what I’m saying.” Peter groaned, “this is impossible.”

“Yes… what do you get the girl who hates everything?” Ned took a bite out of his sandwich.

“She doesn’t hate everything! She’s just particular. And anyway, this is all your fault. You’re the one who rigged the name drawing,” Peter reminded him, pulling his own lunch out of his backpack.

“Technically, that was Betty. I just asked her if it was possible.” Ned shrugged.

“How was it possible?” Peter asked, momentarily distracted.

Ned shook his head. “I have no idea, dude. She’s just that good.” 

“Wow. Remind me to never get on her bad side.” 

“I know, right? If she ever decided to use her powers for evil, we’d be doomed.” Ned looked over to the other side of the cafeteria where Betty sat with her friends, the awe evident on his face.

“‘We’ like you and me or ‘we’ like —“ Peter started.

“No, ‘we’ like the world. Which she would take over and we’d probably thank her for it…” Ned had yet to take his eyes off of Betty, his whole expression a little starstruck. Peter suddenly remembered a conversation he’d been meaning to have with Ned.

“Yeah…and speaking of Betty, when are you going to ask her out?” Peter asked, smirking, taking a bite of his apple.

Ned’s response was immediate: “The day after you ask MJ out.”

“I’m working on it! I’ve got a plan, okay?” Peter said, defensive. 

“Yeah, so does NASA to get to Mars but it doesn’t mean it’s happening any time soon.” Ned opened up a bag of baby carrots.

“Sooner than you becoming the first human ambassador to Asgard!” Peter retorted, taking another bite of his apple.

“Hey! That could still happen! I— you know what? Forget it. I hate you and everything that you stand for,” Ned huffed, throwing a carrot at Peter, who caught it (thank you, super-reflexes).

“Truth, justice, and the American Way??” Peter grinned, eating the carrot. Ned cracked a smile.

Ned rolled his eyes. “Shut up, you’re not Clark Kent.” Peter almost didn’t even notice MJ walk up to their table and sit down a seat away from Peter, instead of at the end of the table like she usually did. Almost. (He had super-senses, okay?)

“What does a mild-mannered reporter have to do with this? I was talking about Superman!” Peter and Ned started laughing and did their handshake across the table.

“You two deserve each other,” MJ rolled her eyes. She pulled out a notebook from her backpack and put it on the table in front of her. She also had her favorite pen in her hand. (She’s not the only one who’s observant, alright?)

“Thank you!” They responded in unison. 

“Wow, this is getting to be too much.” MJ looked back and forth between them. She tapped the pen absently against the notebook. “Leeds, Betty wanted to talk to you about something about physics? You should go over and talk to her.” MJ pointed to Betty’s table. Ned immediately perked up.

“She did? Okay, yeah, I’ll go over there.” Ned quickly packed up his stuff and hurried off to Betty’s table.

“Betty isn’t in physics this semester.” Peter noted, looking at MJ, who was already looking at him. His stomach swooped like it does when he almost misses catching himself on a web, swinging through the city.

“Yeah, well, I needed him out of the way and I didn’t think either of them would object to spending some time with each other.” MJ shrugged, unapologetic. 

“I—probably not.” Peter suddenly felt like there wasn’t any air in the cafeteria. She wanted Ned out of the way. So that had to mean she wanted to spend time with him. Just him. That had to be a good sign, right?

“I need your help with something,” she said. Peter felt himself deflate a little bit.

“Yeah, okay.” He was choosing to be optimistic here. Needing his help was also probably a good sign.

“You’re going to agree just like that? I could be asking for help dismembering a body and you’ve just agreed to be an accomplice.” She gave him a look.

Peter paused: “…do you need help dismembering a body?”

“Not today. But I’ll keep you on my short list if the need arises,”she smirked and Peter was suddenly glad he was sitting because he was feeling a little weak in the knees. Wow, he was pathetic. 

“Okay… so what did you need help with?” He asked, trying to appear as normal as possible. (He wasn’t sure it was working.)

She turned on the bench to fully face him, pen tapping against her thigh. Peter turned too to match her. “I got Ned in the gift exchange and I’m getting him a ticket to the new Space Battle movie,” she started to explain. 

Peter huffed out a laugh. “I know you know it’s Star Wars.” She just rolled her eyes, smiling a little at him.

“Whatever - I need you to check his schedule so I can buy the ticket for a time he’s free, then I need you to make sure that time stays free. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah. I can for sure do that.” Peter smiled at her. “Ned will like that a lot.”

“Yeah? I mean, I know you two nerds probably already have tickets to see it opening weekend, but I know how much he loves Star Wars so I didn’t think he’d object to having an excuse to seeing it twice.” She shrugged, fidgeting with the book in front of her.

“Oh, definitely not.” Peter shook his head. “It’s a great gift, MJ.”

“Thanks. I mean, what the gift is doesn’t really matter as much as the thought, but thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“What? Like it’s the thought that counts?” Peter asked. She nodded. “But how do you know they put thought into it?”

“Depends on the person, I guess. A good gift should say ‘I know who you are’. Like getting Ned something Star Wars. Or if someone got me, and they gave me a book or more of these pens,” she held up the pen to show him, and Peter did his best to commit it to memory, “I’d be happy. It’s the only pen I use and it’d be cool if someone got some for me.” 

Peter had stopped breathing. She couldn’t know that he had her for Disguised Donation, could she? 

Peter figured she totally could, since she’s good friends with Betty (who rigged it) and is crazy observant. But how could she know he was struggling to get her present? 

MJ took a deep breath before she continued: “But also a good gift is knowing they put thought and effort into it. Like, you’ve probably spent the last week freaking out over what to get your person. That’s just who you are. You overthink everything. But it’s nice that you care enough to put that much time thinking about something that doesn’t matter, like a silly gift for a teammate.” 

Peter is pretty sure the world could have ended while Michelle was speaking and he wouldn’t have noticed. 

“I -- yeah… thanks, MJ.” Peter stuttered as his brain was processing what had just happened. He’s pretty sure this is the most she’s ever said to him at once and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You’re welcome, loser.” She gave him a smile, softer than he’d ever seen and Peter was suddenly sure that even without super-hearing, she could hear his heart hammering in his chest. “Now, enough of that. Betty got Flash in the gift exchange--” 

“Disguised donation,” Peter interrupted.

“Yeah, I’m not calling it that. I get why we’re not calling it Secret Santa, but come on. That’s just bad,” she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Betty got Flash and she’s getting him a mirror and a book on manners.”

“You’re kidding!” Peter started laughing, imagining the look on Flash’s face when he opened the gift.

“Nope! And it’s not even an actual etiquette book - it’s one written for little kids. Pictures and everything!” MJ was laughing too, now. 

“Betty doesn’t mess around!” Peter said as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. They got up to go back to class. 

“She says she’s tired of him and wants to bring him down a few pegs.” MJ slung her backpack over her shoulder and gave Peter a mini-salute. “I’ll see you later, nerd.” 

— — — 

Peter spent all of his day searching online for the best deal for the pens Michelle had talked about before ordering a pack of six. He was so relieved he finally had a gift that he knew MJ would like, but now the pressure was on for Part 2 of his plan: telling MJ he likes her. Ned was glad to hear Peter had finally decided on a present for MJ, but not nearly as excited as he was to tell Peter about his lunch with Betty, which had gone well, despite never getting around to talking about physics. 

In his last period, Peter had zoned out so much that he didn’t even notice when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, until the teacher left the room. Peter suddenly panicked, realizing he was going to be late for Decathlon practice. He packed up his stuff as quickly as he could and all but ran to Mr. Harrington’s room, only to find it completely empty except for MJ, who sat at Harrington’s desk, surrounded by books. 

“What are you doing here, loser?” MJ asked him, packing up her books.

“I--I thought we had practice today?” Peter looked around the empty classroom, confused. 

“Normally. But there are so many holiday parties for extracurriculars this week that people were gonna miss, plus finals, that I figured cancelling wouldn’t be too bad.” She shrugged. 

“Oh...well, that’s great.” Peter tried to seem more excited about the sudden free afternoon he now had but he had been looking forward to practice (and hanging out with Michelle).

“Don’t sound too excited, Parker, or people might realize how big of a nerd you really are.” She walked towards him, clearly heading home for the day. 

“Yeah, I think that ship sailed a long time ago,” Peter sighed. She stood in the doorway and switched off the lights of the classroom.

“Good point.” MJ allowed. “Are you heading home, or are you just going to stand in Mr. Harrington’s room all day?” 

“Home! I am heading home.” Peter jumped forward almost like he’d been shocked. “Wanna walk to the subway together?” 

“My mom is picking me up today, but we can walk to the front of the school together, if you want.” she told him. 

“Oh! Uh..yeah, that’s great!” Peter tried not to look as excited as he felt but judging by the look Michelle was giving him, he was not being successful. They started down the deserted hallway in silence for about fifteen seconds before Peter came up with a question to ask. One he’d been wondering idly since lunch and their conversation about gifts.

“So if you were going to tell someone what to get me for disguised--” Peter began.

“Don’t you dare.” MJ cut him off. “Call it a gift exchange or nothing.” 

Peter held up his hands in surrender. “If you were going to tell someone what to get me for the gift exchange,” MJ nodded her approval so he continued, “what would it be?”

Michelle thought about it for a moment. “So I’m giving someone advice on what to get you, not what I’d get you myself?”

“Giving someone advice.” He said, promptly. Then, “wait, are there two answers?” They stopped at the front doors of the school. Peter had one hand on the door handle but was fully turned, facing MJ.

“There might be.” She replied cryptically, not meeting his eye. 

“Then both!” Peter hadn’t felt this nervous since he came home to find Tony Stark in his apartment, talking with Aunt May. 

“Well when the person who has you asked me what they should get you for the gift exchange, I told them to get you a nerdy science shirt.” she told him. “So act surprised when you open that.”

“Will do,” Peter assured her. “Wait - you know who has me? Do you know who everyone has?” 

“No,” she shook her head. “I just know who most people have. I’m very --” 

“Observant,” Peter cut her off, “yeah, I know”. He didn’t know when or how it had happened but they were suddenly standing a lot closer together now than they were just a few seconds ago. “And what about the other? What would--”

“What would I get you?” MJ was staring into his eyes and Peter was certain she could every secret he’d ever kept and every thought he’d ever had. “If I was getting you something, it’d be a little trickier. It’d be more self-serving on my part than a nerdy shirt.”

“Self-serving?” MJ’s proximity and the general gut feeling Peter had that something was about to happen had Peter’s brain working at the speed of molasses in winter. 

“Yeah, something I want, and I’m pretty sure you want, too.” She explained patiently.

“Oh. And what is--” Before he could finish the question, MJ swooped down and kissed him. His brain fully shut down but was able to reboot just enough so that when MJ began to pull away, he reached his hand up to cup the side of her face and pull her back in for a second kiss. He felt her hand come up to rest on the back of his neck and he smiled as the kiss broke off. 

“God. Wow. That’s a much better present than the pens I got you.” He stared at Michelle, grinning, hand not leaving her face. He felt elated. Peter genuinely didn’t think there was a feeling better than this in world

“Don’t be ridiculous: I love pens.” she smiled at him; the same soft smile from the cafeteria earlier that day. “Also my mom just pulled up. I have to go.”

“Oh, okay.” It was like someone dumped cold water on him. Peter was suddenly thrown back into reality. 

“I’ll text you later, loser, and we can talk about this.” And with that, she gave him one last kiss before running out of the doors and to her mom’s car. 

— — — 

It was the day after the Academic Decathlon holiday party and the last day of the semester. Peter was wearing his new science pun shirt, gifted to him by Cindy (it had a drawing of a cell on it, with hands and feet, holding a phone and said ‘cell-fie life’ above it. It was awesome). Peter was easily in the best mood he’d been had in weeks as he opened his locker between third and fourth periods. He and MJ were officially dating, Ned was set to go on a date with Betty tomorrow, he had a girlfriend (MJ), he had As in all of his classes, he was dating MJ, tomorrow was the start of winter break where Peter was going to split his time between doing holiday things with May, patrolling as Spider-Man, and hanging out with MJ. His girlfriend. 

As he opened it, a scrap of paper fluttered out which he caught easily. He unfolded it to reveal a sketch of himself, in black ink. The little speech bubble above his head said “I’m Peter and I’m a nerd!”

 At the bottom of the page, was written:

Thanks for the pens, loser. Consider this your Christmas present. 

       —MJ 

Peter grinned as he looked at it. He slid it into his notebook for his next class, intending to take it home and hang it on his wall. He supposed MJ had been right - gifts should show the giver know who you are and has put thought into it. MJ certainly had on both counts and Peter wouldn’t have it any other way.

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #camawrites #spideychelle #peter parker #mj jones

[mr-pxrker]

Spiders on Ice

Summary: '"The rink? Then the coffee?" A smile split her face. Peter nodded, never letting go of her hand. The elevator doors had hardly even opened before her boyfriend was rushing out onto the streets of Queens, pulling a laughing Michelle behind.'

Or, Peter and Michelle go on a date, and it turns out Peter isn't very good at ice-skating.

Rating: G

For @lenkarii for the Spideychelle Secret Santa 2k19! Hope this satisfies some of your wishes!

Read here on AO3!

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #spideychelle #mine #sorry it's a little short #i felt like i would mess it up if i made it longer #peter parker #michelle jones

[stuck-in-a-fictional-universe]

Spideychelle secret Santa gift

This is my gift for Susz! I hope you like it, and had/are having a great Christmas or Hanukkah or anything else you celebrate and for the delay.💕

@goldenavenger02

@spideychellesecretsanta​

The wound festered.

Peter had tried his best, but his fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and his head felt fuzzy, gray dots filling his vision that wouldn’t blink away. Distantly, as if through a soapy bubble, he became aware of a voice in his mindscape telling him he had a concussion, that he should stop, call someone, but he ignored it, continuing the crooked row of stitches spindling across his abdomen.

The Stark-designed suit had safeguarded him from the brunt of the attack, but his abdomen stung where the tight spandex had torn. The voice grew darker; cruel and taunting, sneering as he worked.

You’re worthless. Contemptible. You’re gonna die like this one of these days. In pain. Injured. Alone.

The last word rung in his ears, and his eyes burned, tear tracks leaving clean streaks against the blood and dirt smudged into his cheeks. He scrubbed at his face until it pinked, and wrapped his stomach with a clean bandage, throwing a collared shirt over everything to cover it up. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. His phone buzzed, and his lip quirked up at the message from ΜJ.

Don’t be late loser

Peter didn’t know much about MJ’s family, but she had admitted to him a couple months into their relationship on a quiet afternoon they had spent at the park that it had become something of an F-word to her after her mother passed. So meeting her father was a big step, and although she would never admit it, he could tell it was important for her. He wasn’t about to miss it for something as stupid as a flesh wound.

And a concussion.

The snide voice reminded him.

“Shut up,” he mumbled to it.

He fiddled with his hair in the mirror to distract himself from the ringing in his ears, but then he caught sight of his bloody suit in the reflection, and the back of his throat stung with the promise of bile threatening to rise. Careful not to stain the crisp blue of his shirt, he pinched the fabric between two fingers, folding a plastic bag around the mess. He had fifteen minutes to get across the street to the coffee shop. That was easy enough. He could do that, right?

Right?

Peter swallowed hard, fingers gripping onto the doorframe until it groaned and bowed under his grip. “No big deal,” he breathed, “just going to meet your badass girlfriend’s father who probably hates you with a concussion and a stab wound...” He took a step out the door, hovering for a beat, and left.

The café was deafening. It was twittering, overlapping voices, plates and cutlery crashing together and beating off his eardrums, and he let out a quiet groan, clasping his hands together to stop them from fluttering up and pressing against his ears. A dash of alabaster black hair peeked into his vision, and he smiled at MJ waiting for him at a small corner of the room with...

...Nick Fury?

At this, Peter’s mind stuttered. Maybe it was just the concussion, and he was hallucinating at this point, but he was pretty sure the director of S.H.I.E.L.D was sitting next to his girlfriend.

He blinked, Fury stared.

“Oh for Christ’s sake.” MJ stood, a tight smile stretching across her lips, eyebrows arching upwards. “Hey loser. Sit down.”

Fury stared, his face tightening. “Parker?”

MJ had previously been standing, eyes narrowed, gaze flicking between her boyfriend and father, but now her face fell, crumpling in confusion. “You two know—” Her hand flew up to her mouth, and her head whipped over to Fury. “You work for S.H.I.E.L.D?”

Peter swayed on his feet. His vision was blurring now, and the gray dots were back. His shirt felt like sandpaper against his skin, and he was itching to tear it off, but that was the least of it; someone behind him was chewing gum, and he cringed every time their teeth sunk into it. There was a girl drumming her fingers against the table,  someone was breathing with their mouth open, the lights were buzzing. Everything was too loud, heartbeats were thrumming in his ears, pounding louder and louder.

The conversation in front of him was muffled and warped but he could pick out a few words here and there.

How?...Figured...Peter...Spider-Man...

Then something gave, and he reached under his shirt, fingers coming up sticky and red.

That couldn’t be good.

“Hey MJ?” His voice sounded small, but it was enough to turn her head. “I think I’m gonna...I’m gonna…” His head lolled onto the seat back, his limbs limp as a puppet with cut strings.

“Peter! Oh my god.”

Peter was just barely clinging to consciousness, his ears ringing, drowning out what MJ and Fury were saying to her as they clamored to help. A blurred vision of MJ staring down at him with panic in her eyes was the last thing he saw before all goes black.

He woke to a deafening silence.

MJ was asleep, curled into his side. His breath hitched as her eyes fluttered open. “God you absolute idiot.” Her eyes narrowed as his attempted laugh choked off into a coughing fit. “You’re an idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you had a concussion? Or that you were injured?”

He gave her a meek smile. “I love you...?”

MJ smiled too, razor sharp and deadly as a knife. “I love you too, but if you try and pull something like that again, you’ll get worse than just a head injury.”

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #spideychelle #peter parker #michelle jones fury #secret santa #hurt peter parker #fury as MJ’s dad #MJ’s mom not in the picture #spideychellesecretsanta

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Home for the Holidays

my suuuuppeerrrr late @spideychellesecretsanta gift for @spiders-n aaacckkkkkk ya deserved a much better secret santa than me hahahuhu. belated merry christmas and i hope you find something from this fic eeekkk

btw i suggest listening to  Christmas Without You by OneRepublic for maximum impact hahaha

I’ll leave the entire fic under the cut so that it’s a true secret surprise gift like it’s wrapped up n sht so u dont know what ur getting hahaha

It was the first year of Peter and MJ’s relationship, their first holiday as a couple, and they were spending it thousands of miles away from each other.

It'd been so long since they were last together; actually see each other face to face and feel the other’s presence, just hang out comfortably knowing the other was there. Months of no physical contact or talking to each other in person and there just seemed to be no end in sight. MJ always was a realistic pessimist, but her current holiday blues loneliness had her leaning more towards her pessimistic side.

They were still together in other ways, of course; facetime and calls, there was even a hologram there at one point, the time MJ went to Stark Industries. But they mostly just texted each other every day, even if it was just funny memes or stickers or gifs, just to let the other know they were there. No matter what shape or form it took, they were still there for each other; that much they knew.

But it was the holidays… and like the cliche goes, those were always rough.

MJ didn't necessarily feel that way before. The free time allowed her to read all she wanted with nothing getting in her way. No school, no requirements or responsibilities, just her, her book collection, and the almost fort-like structure that had morphed from the pillows and blankets in her bed’s staycation mode. Paradise.

But then she got to know a certain spider dork. And then she got to be in a relationship with said dork and then life said screw them and decided they were to be separated for an uncertain amount of time. It didn’t help that Christmas cheer and joy and spirit and family and togetherness was literally all around MJ just constantly reminding her how she could have and should be having all that action right now and yet wasn’t.

So yeah, MJ was now just like the majority of the sad lonely sacks during the holidays. Of all the ways she could have been a part of the norm, this one had to be the worst, she thought.

She thought about getting up from her warmed up (from her body heat for lying there so long) spot but then she psyched herself out of it and just remained there, burying her head face first on her pillow.

"This holiday sucks," she grumbly said to no one muffled by the pillow on her face.

It was then that she decided she couldn’t hold back any longer. She was trying so hard not to bum Peter out with their distance (it's been tough on him enough, feeling guilty that his 2nd life was the reason all of this was happening anyways) but goddamn it she missed the guy. She was just going to tell the truth, even if it hurt.

MJ finally got up from her spot and grabbed her phone from whatever blanket it inevitably found itself buried amidst in. She found herself fumbling with her phone's keyboard just having a staring contest with Peter's dumb cute profile pic until she finally decided on what she was going to say, settling on a quick brief concise "i miss you. wished you were here" and pressing send before she could talk herself out of doing it.

MJ then immediately switched off her phone and decided to take a long awaiting shower to buy herself time before having to face Peter’s reply.

She turned on the shower, hoping that it would wash away the nerves she was feeling right now and remarked once again, with a sigh, "This holiday sucks," and proceeded to keep busy with cleaning herself and keep her mind off her holiday loneliness blues (and the certain spider dork who was causing them).

MJ was eventually as clean as she could possibly be and once she got out the bathroom and grabbed her phone, she saw that in casual Peter Parker texting fashion, Peter remarked MJ’s exact same sentiments just more intensely and using a hell of a lot more exclamation points and gifs.

"I'VE BEEN MISSING YOU SO MUCH TOO!!!" he replied alongside a sad panda gif and a bear hug gif.

MJ decided to take a walk after her shower and seeing Peter's reply. It did manage to make her smile just from how Peter his reply was, but it ultimately just made her miss the dork even more so, left her thinking how she could have been seeing that same dorky excited energy in person instead.

MJ left the house in the hopes that something outside would keep her mind occupied and so far, it wasn't. She didn't even have a particular destination in mind, she just kept walking and walking but somehow she found herself a street away from Delmar's. She scoffed and let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at the sky, and said "Of course."

Since she was already there and it was getting chilly, she thought she might as well buy something to keep her stomach warm.

She entered the store and saw a Middle Eastern man manning the cashier but reading a newspaper. Slim pickings it seemed; looked like he was the only other person in the store. Then again, it was Christmas Eve. Most people were probably with their families by now. “This holiday sucks,” MJ tiredly repeated, it beginning to be her holiday mantra.

MJ looked around the store for something hot for her stomach to no avail so she headed to the cashier. “Any chance the best sandwich place in Queens makes a decent cup of hot chocolate? Or coffee?”

“Who you kidding?” asked the man then turning around to turn on the coffee maker.

“Thanks” MJ replied with a quick smile and nod. She then noticed a cat on the other counter and fondly remembered Peter talking about said cat to her.

“Hey Murph,” MJ said as she pet the currently sleeping curled up furry feline.

“Oh, you know Murph?” the man asked, handing MJ her cup of coffee. “3 dollars.”

“Yeah, I’m a friend of Peter Parker. He loves this place,” MJ answered, paying for her coffee as well.

Mr. Delmar smiles, “Aahh you must be MJ then. Peter talked about you too. Paris, ear phone splitter, glass flower necklace, kid couldn’t shut up bout his Plan.”

MJ snickers and shakes her head, “Yup sounds just like him.” She sighs and then her demeanor saddens which Mr. Delmar notices.

“How is he by the way? I haven’t seen him around here for months and Spider-man isn’t showing up on the news anymore.”

“He’s good, mostly restless cause he’s just been laying low. But yeah actually, I haven’t seen him in person for months either.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine, at least he’s safer that way. And it’s just until he’s not a target anymore, so-”

“And how long do you think that will be?”

“We don’t know…” MJ replies, looking away.

“Oh,” was all Mr. Delmar could reply, a sad silence ensuing after he does.

MJ fakes a happier tone and bids her goodbye “Well, thanks for the coffee, Mr. Delmar. Have a merry Christmas,” she says managing to pull a tired smile on her face before heading to the door.

“Hey,” Mr. Delmar calls out to MJ stopping her in her tracks. “He’s a good kid; saved me and this little guy here from a fire. People are going to see that.”

MJ looks down then looks back to Mr. Delmar and replies “I hope so. Thanks again, Mr. Delmar, Merry Christmas to you and your family.” Then MJ waves goodbye and leaves the store.

As soon as MJ left the store, she immediately notices how the outside’s changed. It’s snowing.

She looks up at the sky and even thinks to herself how beautiful it all was. But she just felt sad and cold and alone.

She sighs and realizes it was probably time to come home before she freezes to death, wrapping herself tighter and taking a big gulp from her coffee.

She starts walking and with every step, she feels herself start to transition from being sad to feeling pissed.

She’s pissed she’s walking home alone at Christmas eve, she’s pissed she’s freezing, she’s pissed Peter wasn’t here with her, and right now she’s pissed that she can’t even enjoy all this beautiful looking snow and all she could focus on was the fact it was just making it harder for her to go home and not to mention, it was starting to soak her shoes.

She sees a pile of snow that must have been shoveled there and decided to let out some steam. She heads to the pile and starts kicking and stomping.

“This. Is. The Worst. Holiday. EVER!!” she frustratingly says kicking and stomping at the pile when a guy dressed all in black with a mask approaches MJ.

“Excuse me, miss?” the guys asks with a thick British accent, while MJ was mid-stomp, making her turn around, still infuriated, shout “WHAT?!” at him and aggressively step on his foot.

“OW! Oh my god why didn’t I see that coming,” the guy now lost his accent and was now balancing himself on one foot while massaging the one MJ step on.

“Peter?!?” MJ had her jaw dropped and her eyebrows knotted.

“Oh shit-” Peter said, then correcting himself “I mean-” Peter coughs. “I don’t know who Peter is, Miss, I’m the British superhero Night Monkey on a covert mission here in New York, yeah? You must have mistaken me for someone else,” Peter says with his thick British accent yet again.

Of all the ways Peter and MJ could have met after months of zero in person contact, this had to have been the worst timing and dumbest of them all. MJ let out a big brash outspoken laugh. This was so freaking ridiculous. Peter was so ridiculous. MJ missed him so much.

MJ was still laughing and Peter couldn’t help but be a teensy bit concerned, “Miss, are you alright?”

MJ finally stops cackling and sighs, deciding to play along with Peter’s antics. “Yes, I’m fine, Night Monkey,” emphasizing Peter’s other superhero name, only as to point out how ridiculous this whole thing was.

“I was just remembering my stupid boyfriend,” MJ explained, shrugging off his question all nonchalantly, playing along with this whole charade.

Peter perks up and proceeds to immediately banter with his girlfriend who he hasn’t seen for months. “Oooohhh, you have a boyfriend, Miss? I bet you must miss him a lot, don’t you?” Peter playfully asks, crossing his arms, smiling underneath his mask, a confident swagger in his stance because he knows he’s gonna hear MJ make fun of him in person again.

But, MJ sighs. She was staring at who she was pretty sure was the love of her life and looking at them from the outside, a long-awaited reunion in the snow at Christmas Eve in New York, even if said love of her life was currently faking a British accent and wearing an all black head to toe superhero costume (she couldn’t even see his face). MJ swears she’s probably never seen anything as beautiful in her life.

So MJ doesn’t make fun of Peter, she just can’t. She answers his question honestly.

“You have no idea,” MJ says then almost tackles Peter with the tightest hug she’s probably ever given.

Peter gets whiplash that MJ didn’t make fun of him and from how tight she was hugging him right now. “Whoa hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Peter asks, not even bothering to put on the accent anymore and was just genuinely concerned, hugging MJ back and caressing her back.

MJ laughs again, “I should be asking you that. Sorry I stepped on your foot.”

Peter chuckles too, “It’s fine; been through worse.”

MJ sighs and admits “I’ve really missed you, Peter. Like, more than I thought was possible.”

She hugs Peter tighter and in the freezing conditions where they were, she felt like she could melt.

Peter looks around them for cameras or any other people and sees none so he decides to remove his mask and so he could just feel her heat and presence on his skin.

“I’ve missed you so much too.”

Peter breaks away from the hug so he can finally actually see MJ with his own eyes. “Sorry I don’t have a gift. I just wasn’t able to buy anything, fugitive and all.”

MJ shakes her head “It’s fine. I didn’t get you anything either,” MJ admits which Peter thinks isn’t actually that big a deal but he wants to make fun of it so he shows a faux exaggerated shock in his expression and MJ laughs.

“I didn’t know you were coming! And I didn’t know where you were, so why would I buy a gift if I couldn’t even get it to you?” MJ defends herself and Peter just laughs.

“Yeah yeah okay, MJ, whatever you say,” Peter mocks and MJ laughs which just makes Peter laugh along with her too.

Once they actually stop giggling like idiots, MJ speaks “Some couple are we, huh? This is turning out to be a really great first Christmas as a couple.”

Peter chuckles and shakes his head in agreement “Yeah… Oh wait MJ, hey do you see that?”

“See what?” MJ looks at the direction Peter’s pointing and sees him pointing in the direction of some trees near them.

“Isn’t that like a mistletoe tree?” Peter asks and MJ almost snorts at the boy’s subtlety.

“I’m not sure mistletoes have trees, Peter.”

“Oh, well, I think we should kiss just to be sure. You know?”

“Right, right wouldn’t want to get arrested by Christmas police.”

“Wouldn’t that be Santa’s elves?”

“Just kiss me already, Peter.”

“Right, yeah okay.”

But as Peter leans in to kiss her, MJ, biting her lip just lastly says “Hey Peter.”

“Yeah?” Peter stops his leaning in his tracks.

“I love you,” MJ says, wearing her happiness on her sleeve.

And Peter beams, without skipping a beat, replies “I love you too, MJ.”

And MJ doesn’t bother letting Peter finish his lean and just meets Peter halfway, finally kissing him again for the first time in months.

Peter and MJ break away from their kiss and MJ hugs Peter again and breathes him in, just trying to have the feel of him come back to her again. “I’m really glad you’re home, Peter.”

“Me too, MJ,” Peter buries himself further on her neck.

“I’m glad you’re here, so I could do-” MJ quickly leans down, grabs a handful of snow from the ground and “this!” hits Peter headfirst then runs away giggling. She’s really really missed having Peter around her.

“Oh come on, MJ,” Peter shouts to the running MJ, wiping the snow off his face.

“Come on, Night Monkey (she was gonna make fun of the ridiculous name every chance she could get), you knew I was going to make fun of you eventually. It just came sooner rather than later,” MJ said facing Peter while walking backwards still trying to get as far away as she could.

Peter merely laughs exasperated. Man, did he love this girl.

“You really shouldn’t start fights you can’t finish, MJ,” Then Peter puts his mask back on and begins chasing after MJ who then turns and starts running away again.

They wind up in a snowball fight as the dumb idiots in love that they are. Peter throwing snowballs that don’t really reach her cause he doesn’t want to use his full strength and MJ throwing snowballs at him to slow him down but all of which are pointless because Peter inevitably reaches MJ and ends up tackling her until they both slip and wind up falling down on the snow on the ground.

They’re now both just lying on the snow tangled together and giggling like idiots. Peter broke MJ’s fall so MJ was lying on top of him.

MJ removes Peter’s mask and just smiles at him, looking him in the eyes, and says “Merry Christmas, Peter.”

Peter smiles back and with a look of just pure awe struck adoration, says “Merry Christmas, MJ,” wiping away the snow that’s gotten on her face.

MJ then grins and leans down to kiss Peter again, Peter meeting her halfway up to kiss her too, and as they make out, lying together in the snow, freezing with nothing but each other to keep themselves warm, MJ thinks to herself that this may not have been such a bad holiday after all.

THE END.

ommggg okkokok this is like really weird. it’s the first fic i’ve written since spideychelle month so aghk im pretty sure it’s all over the place. it feels pretty unnecessarily long maybe, and i feel like mj’s acting ooc. aghk. also, this was originally supposed to be a longer fic (yes, even longer than this my ghods what was i thinking haha) that had more of the stuff from your wishlist

the general idea was that peter and mj would be apart for a long time and meet each other in time for christmas like what happens here. but, there’d be a thing where they met at avengers hq where ironfam was currently chilling. but then i couldn’t decide whether i’d follow canon or not plus the idea just felt bigger than i could tackle so heerreee. i hope i’m not too late and i haven’t totally disappointed yaa. and omg we got each other. i had an inkling cus i noticed that what you added was similar to mine heh. (or is this just how secret santa works? 2 pips exchange? no idea hahahha)

merry christmas even tho it’s the new decade already and i just wanna thank u ahead of time for what you wrote. i haven’t read it yet cus i feel guilty over not having written yet i got a gift so whaaaaaaaa. hope ya got something from this. happy holidays, man

#SpideychelleSecretSanta2k19 #spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #<3 #michelle jones #peter parker

[goldenavenger02]

My fic for the Spideychelle Secret for

@you-guys--are-losers @spideychellesecretsanta

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #peter parker #michelle parker #you-guys-are-losers #tony stark #pepper potts #christmas #unplanned pregnancy

[holyfishsticksironman]

I’ve completed the first chapter of “A Soldier’s Love,” my gift to @machiavelien for @spideychellesecretsanta.

I’m writing/editing on mobile, so please forgive any errors! I’ll go back and fix when I️ get back to my laptop after Christmas.

Hope you like it, Machiavelien!

Merry Christmas!

❤️ fishsticks

#au spideychelle #spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #holyfishsticksironman’s #nutcracker au #petermj #mj #a soldier’s love

[amyabbotts]

Do You Wanna Build A Snowmom?

For @doofwrites for @spideychellesecretsanta! I had a lot of fun writing this for you, and I hope you enjoy it and have a happy holiday!

“Have you shown her the radar?” Peter asks.

Ned shakes his head.

“Ned, you have to show her the radar!”

“I don’t care about the radar,” MJ says.

Ned, Peter and MJ and the evening before a snow day. 

READ ON AO3

#spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #spideychelle #peter x mj #fic

[holyfishsticksironman]

Apparently, the writing fairies have sprinkled inspiration on me.

Here’s chapter 3 of “A Soldier’s Love.”

Bonus Happy!

@machiavelien

@spideychellesecretsanta

#a soldier’s love #michelle jones #mj #petermj #peter x mj #spideychellesecretsanta2k19 #nutcracker au #holyfishsticksironman’s