Peter Parker Imagines

Holidays

WARNINGS: somebody want a sprite cranberry?, this sucks btw

Words: 1448
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You were currently sitting on your couch with your dad who was reading a news paper. The fireplace heating up the space you were in. A christmas tree in the corner of the living room, lighting up a part of the corner it was placed in. You were wearing a Christmas hat with a comfy sweater you stole from Peters. Your Y/C/E staring blankly at the fire in front of you. It was indeed Christmas eve. It was supposed to be a happy and jolly ol' time. You were supposed to be excited for tomorrow. Wondering what you're going to get from santa. You were supposed to have a lovely family dinner, but there is none to share food. Except your dad, who couldn't care less about what you did.

Your father was quite the type to neglect their child, ever since your mum had passed away at least. He was so loving and kind at first, now it felt like your dad had turned into an ogre, who only cared about himself.

Your father was reading through the newspapers as you looked at him. He had a straight face, not even a little joy sparked in his eyes. You looked down again. Thinking back at what happened... Remembering every single thing... You saw her die. In front of you. The memory haunting you for life. It scarred you. You even went to multiple therapy sessions but it didn't work.

Your mother was always so kind-hearted to everyone. She didn't deserved to get shot by that cruel old man. You never knew his name and you didn't care one bit. You wish you could've killed that man, right then and there, but you were only 12 and weak. You haven't seen the man since, but you remember his face clearly. Your dad hasn't been the same. He blamed it all on you, just because you've witnessed it. You couldn't blame him. If you lost the love of your life, you would be angry at everyone too.

You glance at your father again who is still reading the news. He didn't even make an effort for the holidays. It's supposed to be the happiest time of the year. Instead, you feel sad and depressed.

"It's not the same without mom," You mumbled underneath your breath. Enough for your dad to hear. His head perked up from his papers as he rose an eyebrow. "She's not coning back, anyways. So stop moping around," Your dad snapped at you, making you flinch a little. A lump made it's way into your throat but you quickly swallowed it. "Dad-" You starts but he cuts you off. "I don't care. Now shut up!" He yelled a little louder. You let out a deep breath and walked to your room to only slam the door. You were getting a little frustrated.

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and dialed your boyfriend up, who you've known since you were little and has been there for you since day one, Peter Benjamin Parker. Your phone rang loudly through your speaker as you packed your bag with all basic needs. You wanted to spend a normal Christmas, for once. You wanted to spend it with someone who did care about you.

"Hello? Y/N, I'm in the middle of dinner," Peter said a little soft. "I'll call you back okay?" He said guilty about having to hang up on you. "Please," You said gentle. Your voice was about to break. "L-Let me come over... Let me spend the night. I beg you," You started to cry a small amount of tears. Peter heard you whimper and immediately paced into his room to put on his suit. A soft 'excuse me' could be heard when he left the dining table. "I'm picking you up now," Peter said as you just mumbled an 'okay' before Peter hung up.

A few minutes went by as you see a figure at your window. You were still packing your last items before opening the window, and letting your boyfriend in. Immediately, when Peter saw you in your state, he hugged you as tight as possible. He gently stroked your hair as he sucked in a deep breath. His mask still on. You started to gently sob into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. He made you feel not so broken as you are. He made you feel safe by just being around you. He made you feel like you were loved and never alone.

"I'm so sorry. I know the holidays are hard for you," He whispered softly. "Let me take you to my place... okay?" Peter said and you nodded. He took you out of your window, with your bag in your hands as Peter securely drapes his arm tightly around your waist before he swings off to his apartment.

When you both arrived, Peter slowly opened his window to let you in first. He then stumbled in after. "I'll get changed and I'll tell May that you're staying here and celebrating the holidays with us," Peter smiles softly. He took off his suit before grabbing one of his Christmas jumpers and putting that on. Peter leads you into the dining room where May is waiting at the table for Peter. When May notices his presence, her heads shoots up. "Peter Benjamin Parker! I hope you weren't on Spider-duties while we were eating Christmas dinner!" She snaps at her adorable nephew. She hasn't realized you were there yet, before she turned her eyes to you.

Her face went from annoyed, to concerned. "Oh, dear. Having trouble again?" May asked in a motherly-tone. May knew about me having problems of feeling neglected and unloved. She was always there for me. She felt like a second mother to me. Peter and May were my family. I simply nod shyly at the woman who was still sitting down. "The food might not be as warm as before but be my guest," She smiled heart-warmingly at me. "Thanks May," I mumbled to her. "No problem dear,"

I looked at the food in front of me. My mouth drooling. There was a jug of chocolate milk that I could warm up in the microwave, there was some toasted baguette with butter on a plate, some roasted lamb filled with filling, a little bit of gravy on the side, roast potatoes and cauliflower soup. "You've really outdone yourself today May!" You complimented her. May smiles and shrugs. You glance at Peter, who still has a worried look but smiles at you.

After dinner, you and Peter both enjoyed some hot cocoa with whipped cream on top, mixed with some colorful marshmallows in Peters room. You were playing soft christmas music in the background as a video of a fireplace played. You two sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company.

"You know, it's strange," You begin. Your head was placed on Peters shoulder. "What is?" He asked with a soft tone in his voice. "This. I never imagined me ever having a boyfriend, this young at age, and feeling so happy. I always thought that High School relationships lasted a few months," You chuckled at your own thought of years ago. Peter chuckled too. "That's true. Most people I know, have had their longest relationship, being 4 months!" Peter exclaimed. You smiled up at him. "Guess we're a rare match, aren't we?" You sighed. Peter nodded in agreement. "Guess we are,"

You tilted your head away from his shoulders and placed your hot cocoa on Peters nightstand. Peter followed your movements. You placed your hands on Peters chest, as you feel his heartbeat. His chest rising and falling at every breath he took. He moved his hands towards your waist as you lean your head closer to his. Your arms starting to wrap themselves around his neck as you bump your noses together. "I love you Peter," You say, looking into his deep brown eyes. Peter looks back into yours as he leans in a little closer. "I love you too," He said before letting both of your lips touch. Your lips moving in sync with his, as if it's the last time you'll both ever hold each other. It is such a gentle and loving kiss. Your stomach erupts from butterflies and your head is spinning.

Peter pulls away slowly. Your lips tingling of the feeling of his lips on yours. "Happy Holidays Y/N,"

"Back at you, Pete," You smile widely at him.

'QUIT HORSING AROUND! Play me sun of that jumping music' 😎🔥