Requested by FriendlyFish420: Y/N is in a really bad place mentally and doesn't have anyone as a shoulder to cry on. Peter comes into her life and they fall in love, giving her the support that she needs.

*Please note: This one-shot contains themes of poor mental health, self-harm and suicide. I know that some of my readers choose to push on with some one-shots despite knowing that they may get triggered, I urge you to please not do that if you know that this may trigger you. I write imagines with serious themes but obviously this is extremely so, so please don't try to push yourself to read this if you know that it will trigger you. I will be back with non-triggering one-shots soon enough. Also, please know that if you ever feel like this, you are NOT alone. Someone loves you, someone cares about you, and someone's world would fall from beneath them if anything happened to you. Suicide is never the answer. If anyone needs to talk after reading this request, my DMs are always open. Enjoy and remember to not just look after yourself physically, but also mentally. Thank you x*

I knocked on the front door of my boyfriend, Peter's apartment, and waited for a response. It opened a moment later, both of us smiling at each other as he greeted me.

"Hey, babe. You okay?" he asked, leaning down to kiss me as I moved into the apartment.

"I'm good. Especially as something smells really good." I chuckled. Peter returned it and kissed my head as we headed through to the kitchen.

"I promised you dinner, and so I'm delivering. With salmon and homemade chips." he smiled proudly at me.

"Urgh, sounds even more amazing than it smells." I sighed in bliss, making him chuckle as he went back to stirring the sauce. I sighed out again and wrapped my arms around Peter's waist from behind, making my loving boyfriend kiss my head again. My eyes fluttered shut, my heart beating steadily as I remembered what it had been like when I first met Peter. We had met when I had transferred to Midtown High school two years ago, and to say that I had been in a low place mentally was an understatement. I had transferred because of severe bullying that I'd endured for years. And, well, it had ended up being a choice between transferring schools and hoping to god that things would be better, or ending my life. I had chosen the former, and thank fuck that I had, because that's how I met Peter.

I sat in the school cafeteria, my head down and my fork stabbing at my food as I just sat there. I had been at this new school for a week now, and my hopes of things changing had been shattered on the first fucking day. Immediately, Midtown's mean girls had set their eyes on me, and had been making my life even more of a living hell than it had been at my previous school. And that was saying something. The worst bit was that I had no one to turn to, no one to give me a shoulder to cry on. I felt just as alone already as I did at my other school, and I didn't know how long I would last. I'd already felt as low as I could be for a few years now, and it was starting to wear me down to the point of no return. I was dying inside, and I didn't know if I could survive any longer. I was done.

"Hey." I looked up, my eyes widening slightly as an insanely attractive boy stood over my table. I looked at him, my heart immediately jumping at how soft his gorgeous chocolate eyes were looking at me.

"H-hey." I gulped as I looked back down and quickly wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie before looking back up at him.

"Sorry that it's taken me so long to come and say 'hi', I've been trying to find the right time all week. But I'm Peter Parker." he smiled. I bit my lip at the kind boy, my heart not used to being shown such gentleness.

"Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you. I, um, I'm new here." I nodded.

"Yeah, I figured as much. I've seen you in class and stuff over the last week, so I guess that I just wanted to come over and let you know that I'm always here if you need someone, as are my best friends, MJ and Ned. That's them over there." Peter chuckled as he looked over his shoulder. I followed his gaze, a small smile adorning my lips as I saw a frizzy-haired girl and another guy waving at me.

"Warning, we're the nerds, so be prepared for a lot of 'Star Wars' references." he joked, making me laugh and look at him.

"That's okay, nerds are my kind of people." I chuckled.

"You'll fit right in, then." he smiled, making me return it and bite my lip. The dread that had been in my stomach only five minutes ago had already started to subside, telling me that this was going to be the start of something good.

I bit my lip, my arms still wrapped around Peter's waist and my head still pressed to his back as I relived the memory of the day that I'd met my boyfriend and best friends. But with that, unfortunately, came the memory of the day that he found out. I closed my eyes and gulped harshly, a tear leaving my eye as I started to think about that too.

"I'm serious! I will break up with you if you say one more time that 'Star Trek' is better than 'Star Wars'." Peter chuckled, making me roll around on his bed laughing.

"MJ will kill you on my behalf if you end it over that!" I laughed.

"Oh, yeah, never mind you being upset, MJ is who I have to worry about." he teased, making me smirk and look up at him as his hand moved through my hair. Peter and I had been dating for six months now, and it had been amazing. When I had moved to Midtown, my mental state had been as low as it could possibly be. But that had started to change when I met Peter. He had made good on his promise to always be there for me, him having invited me to sit with him, MJ and Ned the day after for lunch, and having invited me every day since. He'd truly pulled me out of the dangerous place that I was in, especially when after three months of us being friends and gradually falling in love with each other, he'd asked me out. Hence why he was lying on his bed, my head on his stomach and his fingers gently combing through my hair as we hung out.

"God, you make me laugh too much for my own good, Pete." I chuckled as I sat up.

"That is my job, angel, what use is me being your boyfriend if I can't make you laugh?" he smiled.

"The sex." I nodded, making him laugh as I reached out to grab my glass of water from his bedside table. My sleeve slid down as I moved, Peter's eyes widening slightly and his smile slowly dipping as he saw the scars on my inner wrists. The scars that I'd been hiding from him this entire time.

"Woah, babe, what the fuck are those?" he scoffed as he sat up and went to take my wrist. My eyes widened, my heart jumping as I quickly pulled my sleeve back down.

"N-nothing, Pete, they're nothing." I gulped, my eyes glued to his sheets as my heart pounded in my chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was all that was going through my head. Peter knew that I'd had a rough time in my past, but I was sure that he never realised that I'd resorted to certain things.

"That's not nothing, Y/N, what are they?" he insisted.

"You know what they are, Pete." I choked, tears starting to leave my eyes at the realisation that I couldn't hide this any longer. Peter looked at me with broken eyes, tears threatening to fall down his face as he tried to catch my gaze.

"Talk to me, baby. Please, I want to help." he spoke quietly, making me bite my lip as he gently took my face into his hands and pressed our foreheads together. I took a deep breath and gulped harshly before looking at him.

"You know that I had a tough time at my old school. But I purposefully kept from you how bad it was. It wasn't just me struggling to make friends, or the occasional asshole making a comment about how ugly I was. It was constant verbal abuse, constant beratement about how I would be better off dead. I would force myself to go to school because I didn't want them to win, but going to school would only lead to me being forced for six hours to listen to them call me ugly, fat, worthless, stupid, anything and everything that they could think of. I was constantly told that everyone would be better off if I just killed myself. And after a while, I started to believe that. You don't want to listen to them, but when you're being told by multiple different people every day for hours on end, it really starts to sink in. And so, I started to hurt myself. I was always too afraid to actually attempt anything permanent, so I never cut too deep. But it was deep enough to leave scars. That's what they are, Peter. Scars from me being in such a bad place that all I wanted was to die." I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I talked. Peter looked at me, tears also wetting his skin as he looked at me with the most broken eyes that I'd ever seen before in my life. His hands continued to soothingly rub my cheeks, and I could tell that the loving action was his way of telling me that he was still there despite his utter loss for words.

"Y/N, I...I don't know what to say." he choked and shook his head.

"That's okay. No one ever does." I reassured with a small smile. He gulped and looked at me.

"Are you okay now? I'd hate to think that you still feel all of those things, because I cannot express to you how wrong those fucking assholes were. You are loved, you are beautiful, you are smart, you are worth everything. You're my world." he promised. I bit my lip and looked at him, my hands also raising to cup his face as we stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm okay now. And it's because of you. You, MJ, Ned, May, all of you. The moment that you came up to my table in the cafeteria to introduce yourself to me was the moment that everything changed. Because in that moment, and in every moment since then, you showed me that I am loved, that I'm not alone. You are the reason that I'm not alone anymore, that I don't feel like that. You gave me a shoulder to cry on, and I can never thank you enough for that, Pete." I choked and shook my head.

"Oh, babe." he returned, making me gulp as he leant in and hugged me tightly. I held onto his neck for dear life, my mind utterly petrified that if I dare let him go, he'd disappear and I'd be forced back into that detrimental state again.

"I'm so, so sorry that you went through that, baby. But I'm so fucking proud of you for coming out of it, and I love you so much. I'm so fucking proud of you." he choked into my hair.

"I couldn't have done it without you." I whispered. He pulled back but only enough to see my face as he leant in and gently kissed me. I returned it, our tears making the moment slightly salty but neither of us cared as I held his face. I broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, a sigh of relief leaving my lips at the fact that I didn't have to keep this secret anymore.

"I love you so much, angel. And I'm never going to leave you. I promise you that." he reassured quietly with a nod of his head. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"I love you too, Pete." I whispered. He gave me another small smile, making me return it as he leant in and kissed me again.

"Baby." I snapped out of the bittersweet memory, Peter's shirt now slightly wet with my tears as I pulled my face away from it to see him looking over his shoulder at me. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Woah, you okay?" he gulped as he immediately turned around and took my face into his hands. I nodded and bit my lip.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." I shrugged.

"What were you thinking about that made you cry?" he chuckled gently. I looked up at him.

"How lucky I am to have you in my life." I admitted. His face softened.

"Aw, babe." he chuckled again, my eyes fluttering shut as he leant down and tightly hugged me. I rested my head against his chest, my mind eased by the sound of my boyfriend's gentle heartbeat. The heartbeat that was full of love for me.

"I'm the lucky one, angel. You made my life complete. I know that your reasons for needing to transfer to Midtown were awful, but I'm so glad that you did. I wouldn't be able to live without you." he mumbled into my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears rolling down my face at the idea that Peter needed me. I meant something to him, I was loved by him, I was valued by him. I was his world. And that was enough.

"I wouldn't be alive without you, Pete. And I love you so much for that." I choked. I felt Peter kiss my head before his finger gently hooked underneath my chin, making me look up at him.

"I love you so much too, angel." he nodded before leaning down and kissing me. I returned it, my hands holding my boyfriend's face as I let him hold me in his arms. My heart was happy after all of this time, and it was happy because of him. I would never be able to thank him enough for that. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"As much as I hate to break up this lovely moment, the food is ready." he smiled sheepishly, making me laugh and shake my head.

"It's okay, Pete. We have to eat, right?" I teased.

"Right." he chuckled, making me smile as he kissed my head again before starting to plate up the food. I watched him with my lip in between my teeth, thoughts of what could have happened if I hadn't have met Peter running through my head. After all, he was my rock, he was my world, he was my shoulder to cry on. If we both got our ways, he'd be that for the rest of our lives. And I couldn't wait.