Y/n's pov
We had dinner a few hours ago, Morgan probably ate the most cause none of us were that hungry.
I'm currently getting ready for bed. Even though I had a nap earlier I'm still exhausted; I haven't slept properly in days.
"Hey Y/n?" Peter says, popping his head round the bathroom door. I spit my toothpaste out, then look at him, nodding for him to continue.
"Do you have a spare toothbrush?" He asks walking fully into the bathroom. I look at what he's wearing... that's Dad's clothes. I open a draw and take a clean toothbrush out for him. He smiles as I give it to him.
"Your Mom let me borrow the clothes, that's okay right." He says as he places toothpaste on his toothbrush.
"Yeah of course." I say, cleaning my toothbrush and place if it down.
"I'm gonna go get into bed." I say, walking out the bathroom.
"Okay." Peter mumbles, brushing his teeth.
I lay in bed and sigh. Peter comes out the bathroom, then heads over to my door, turning the light off before opening my door to leave.
"Wait!.. can you stay?" I whisper. Peter closes my door and walks over to me. He gets on the other side of my double bed and places his hand out. I hold his hand and give it a squeeze before turning over and falling into a deep sleep.
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I jolt awake, sitting up and crossing my legs, my breathing at a rapid pace. Oh no, please not now. It was only a dream Y/n... It wasn't real. My hands start to shake as my lungs turn off. Tears stream down my face, hair sticking to them. I try to think of happy thoughts but it's not working.
"100... 97..." I panic even more when I can't think of the next number. I try and get up, but my body won't let me.
"Mum." I try and shout, but it comes out in a faint whisper.
"Mum." I try again, but it is just as quiet as before. The walls start closing in around me. I feel like I'm going to pass out.
"Y/n?" Peter says placing a hand on my shoulder. I try to look at him, but my hyperventilation refrains me from doing so.
"Hey it's okay, just concentrate on your breathing..." Peter says, moving to sit opposite me. He wipes the hair out my face, tucking it behind my ear. He places his hands on my knees, smiling at me. His touch already starts to calm me down.
"You're doing so well, I'm proud of you." He says, rubbing his thumb on my knees. We sit like this for a while. I close my eyes and take some steadier breaths, then reopen my eyes. And panic attack over. That was so embarrassing, why did Peter have to see that? Why is it that my panic attacks have started up again? I haven't had one in months...
"Hey see, you were great!" Peter smiles. I quickly smile at him.
"How di-did you know what to do?" I say, still slightly breathless.
"Um, I used to get them." Peter says. I nod in reply.
"Thank you." I whisper. Peter pulls me into a hug. I pull away returning to my side of the bed, facing away. I feel Peter lie back down. He grabs my waist, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me. I feel him kiss the back of my head. I blush since Peter is practically spooning me.
"Good night Y/n." He whispers.
"Night Peter Parker." I reply, closing my eyes.
My crush on Peter before was just based off what my Dad told me about him, but know I've met him I like him even more. This can't be happening... I don't want to fall in love, I can't risk loosing another person close to me.
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stargazing - peter parker x reader
Fanfiction"That's how we became best friends; shared anguish for loved ones. It's sad, I know. But it's something that makes us so close. She gets me, and I get her... I don't know what I'd do without Y/n." Set in end of Endgame - Spider-Man: far from home
