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Letters || Peter Parker x Reader

I decided to try out this new oneshot format and Idk how good it is but I'm really proud of it.

Word count: 1,752

November 1st, 2023 (making up random days because idk when Endgame actually took place)

Dear Peter,

It's the start of a new month. A fresh day, something new and a clean slate. But honestly, I feel the exact same since the day.
     I've been crying non-stop since you died. You helped stop Thanos, and you helped save the world, but I just can't freaking accept the fact that you're gone.
     It hasn't even hit me. People think I'm going crazy sometimes too. I keep waking up and looking around for you, asking people "where's Peter?" Wondering why you haven't gotten to the compound yet. Sam has to keep telling me that you're not coming back, but it just hasn't hit me yet.
     I don't know if it ever will. And honestly, I don't know if I even want it to.
     I look like a hot mess everyday, but I don't even care anymore. I feel like a zombie.
     I need you. Please come back.

Forever yours,
Y/N

November 3rd, 2023

Dear Peter,

     Your funeral's tomorrow, according to everyone. Tony's is being held next week. When I found out he died, I cried like hell. They were too scared to tell me, said I was already dealing with enough.
     Your death? It still hasn't hit me though.
     He was the only father I had. The only person who loved me through everything that I've done, everything I've been through. I mean, you could too, if I ever told you how I felt. I should've told you how I felt before you died. Now you're gone and I can't even.
     I'm crying as I write this. I loved him so much. I would do anything for him to be back. Please, I wish he was back, we all need him.
     Steve and Sam and Bucky aren't the same anymore. No one is the same here. Scott and Clint left. Wanda is off on her own. Thor went to go rebuild everything. That's what we are now. Broken bits and pieces of everything.
     If only you were still here. Then maybe I would be able to help more. But for now, I'm still crazy.

Heartbroken,
Y/N

November 4th, 2023

Dear Peter,

I sincerely thought I was going to break at your funeral. I wish I could, but I was emotionless. I even said my speech, but it was all just words. Nothing could describe the way I felt about you.
     Everyone was looking at me like they expected me to cry or scream, but I didn't. I sat there in my black suit/dress like a regular, well-mannered person should. I wish I could've gotten the hell outta there though. It was so uncomfortable.
     Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if you're still with me. Would I have told you? I think I would've. I hope you would've loved me the way I loved you. But it's not like I'd ever know.
     I still cry every day. I can't bring myself to cry about you, and it's like I'm still numb, but about Tony. It feels so wrong living with him. It's all so odd. It's painful knowing he's not going to be there anymore.
     Life has changed so much. I'm only hoping this is the worst it could get.

Still numb,
Y/N

November 7th, 2023

Dear Peter,

Today, I visited my therapist. Sam set us up, saying that I needed help to accept your death. I know he genuinely thinks I'm going crazy. Maybe I am. I don't even know.
     What I do know is that I hate the therapist. Her name's Dr. Aguilar and she's probably the worst person I've ever met. Obviously that's just some people, but I mean, she's so patronizing and treats me like I'm a five year old. I've seriously got to switch to a different one ASAP.
     I'm starting to not be able to fall asleep every night. It's just those damn thoughts of you keeping me up. I wish we could continue watching Star Wars movies every night and drinking hot cocoa like we do every winter. I miss our movie marathons and our tutoring sessions and our attempts to learn how to skate. I miss you holding me as you swung through the city even though I'm scared of heights.
     I just miss you.
     Doesn't help Tony's funerals in 3 days. I think I'm never gonna run out of tears.