Spider-Man Imagines

Give Thanks | Peter Parker (TH)

this will be the last thanksgiving  update because - although i love the holiday - i really want to get it over with. plus i have some cute ideas for your Christmas requests and i know you'll love them! it's been a long time since i've felt okay and excited for Christmas - those of you that have read my stories for a long time know the struggles i've had the last four years of my life - but it's easier now, even if it's still a little hard to celebrate the holidays.

if you guys would like a long, Christmas themed series like Not That Girl, let me know! i was so surprised by the love y'all had for those eleven imagines i published.

(off topic, but could my praying readers and friends please pray for me? i want to be free of anxiety and shyness and i know God can take it all away. i'm also dealing with a lot of impatience, so if you could pray for me, that would be wonderful. and if i could pray for you, with you, talk with you, or ANYTHING, that would be wonderful, too!)

happy (early) thanksgiving! i love you guys!

prompt 31 as requested by TwiceBakedPot8o. i changed this just a little bit.

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Losing a family member so near to the holidays was difficult beyond words for you and Peter. He knew grief well, and seeing that kind of emotion in your eyes was heartbreaking.

He loved you, even if he never had the courage to tell you that. You were his best friend - and he'd be lying if he hadn't thought of you in romantic ways, too. But loving someone meant you hurt when they did, and that you would do anything to keep them from feeling that kind of pain again.

And so Peter proposed that you come with him for Thanksgiving. And, as expected, you took in a deep breath and started with a tired, "Peter..."

"You don't have to decide for a while," he said. "You have a few days. I just... May and I are having dinner with Mr. Stark and his fiancee, Pepper, and I asked if there was room for one more, and he said yes." He smiled softly. "I know holidays are the last things you even want to think about right now, but you have options."

You looked down, eyes blinking as you stared at your lunch tray. "We aren't having Thanksgiving this year," you said bleakly.

He frowned. "I know."

"Was it like this?" you asked. "When your uncle passed... did it feel like this?" You touched a hand to your chest, which had been heavy and hurting for days straight.

"Yeah," he breathed. His eyes felt a little wet as he took in your hopeless face. "It did. But, hey-" He placed a hand on your arm. "___, it does get easier. Give yourself time. You're strong, ___. I know you can get through this."

You looked up at him, eyes searching his, as if you were thinking he was lying. But he didn't look away and you found yourself nodding, lips pressed together.