{Y/N} can't wait for her birthday. When it arrives, her best friend decides to give her a present. Like any usual birthday, {Y/N} blows the candle out after making a wish. But that wish might just change her life for good. Now she has to find out if...
A/N: Each "Dear Easy" Is a different day. Okay, enjoy!
I've started a diary, writing down anything that I find important. Here's what I have so far:
Dear Diary,
Hi! This is really naive, but I'm just gonna roll with it. Let me introduce myself, I'm {Y/N}. Two weeks ago I wished my best friend and me into the MCU world. It has honestly been the best two weeks ever. Tony fucking Stark is my sort-of adoptive dad and Peter fucking Parker is my boyfriend. Yep, that's right. I'm dating Spider-Man. Suck my toes, Book. Maybe I shouldn't call you Book. One sec, Ima look up names for diaries.
Okay, I'm back! How about Easy? It's short and sweet. I also like the sound of it. How about you? Oh wait... you can't respond. I have some issues, Easy. First of all
Sorry. Sorry. Father (Tony Stark) came in and started to talk to me. He's a strange, but sweet man. He says that his special project is almost finished. I'll show you what it is when he finishes. I don't get to see it until he finishes either, so that really sucks. But that means we can suffer together.
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Dear Easy,
I've messed up. I've messed up bad, Easy. Peter kept asking about Thanos. Over and over and I don't know why, but I snapped. I yelled at him and told him to stop asking about him. I called him horrible things and told him I hated him. Now, I've locked myself in my room. I feel so bad. What should I do Easy? I don't know how to fix this.
Jami brought me ice cream and Disney movies.
Peter called a few times. I just let the message play. He keeps apologizing and begging me to return his calls. I can't bring myself to pick up the phone.
Relationships are harder than they seem, Easy.
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Dear Easy,
I'm calling Peter back now. Wish me luck, Easy.
So, Peter and I made up. I called him back, but then I heard the ringing outside of my door. Turns out, he came over to talk to me. I opened the door and, quite literally, fell into his arms. Now he's reading this over my shoulder.
Peter is a stupid idiot.
He's finished reading. He also thinks that Easy is a weird name. I think it's cute, don't you? Thanks, I knew I could count on you Easy.
Now he says I'm crazy.
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Dear Easy,
Sorry I didn't talk for a few days. Father made Peter and I have a photoshoot thing for his project. It took really long. Here are my favorite pictures (Yes, I like the sunset ones the most. Don't judge me Easy):
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