Requested by anonymous: Y/N transfers to Midtown high, and becomes friends with Peter Parker. Y/N has serious self harm issues and still does two years after meeting Peter, by which point, she loves him. One day, she calls Peter, but he immediately picks up on the fact that she doesn't sound okay. After a bit, he catches on to what she's doing and rushes out to help her. He finds her on her bathroom floor, unconscious and almost gone, but manages to get her to the hospital in time. When she wakes up, Peter tells her how much he loves her.

The sound of my blood rushing violently through my body overtook my hearing, my heart racing so fast that it was making me feel sick as I timidly walked into the already buzzing school. My eyes flicked around skittishly, my anxiety already increasing more by the second and my fingers nervously pulling my sleeves down further in order to make sure that both my old scars and fresh wounds were covered as I slumped in. This was my first day at Midtown high-school, and I already hated it. I had transferred here due to never-ending bullying that I had received at my old school, the insults and harmful words cutting deep like knives and contributing to the anxiety and depression that I had been diagnosed with six months ago. My mental illnesses manifested in the most horrific thoughts, my entire body feeling numb and emotionless on most days. So much so that it took everything in me not to just end it all. Well...that was a lie. I had attempted to end it all, several times already, the fresh cuts on my wrists having been the latest failed attempt from a few days ago. God, I fucking wished that it had worked. I wished that it had all ended, that I wasn't here right now, that I wasn't alive-I yelped out as suddenly, I collided with a strong chest.

"Woah!" A boy's voice exclaimed, the stranger's hands quickly grabbing my biceps in order to stop me from falling. I gulped and immediately pushed myself out of his arms, my eyes wide as I looked at him timidly through my hair. The boy returned the glance softly, a small and gentle smile on his lips as he looked at me.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, are you okay?" He chuckled slightly. My eyes widened more at his response, my mind caught completely off-guard. If that had happened in my old school, I would have been shoved against the wall, my phone would have been flushed down the toilet, I would have been called a stupid bitch, and then I would have taken out my anger and upset in the form of self harm that night. But this...was different. Whoever this guy was was looking at me so gently, his words also backing that up as he asked if I was okay, and even apologised to me over blaming me instead. I wasn't used to that, and it was weird.

"N-no, it was me, I wasn't watching where I was going either." I gulped and shook my head.

"Oh. Well, I guess that we're both a bit silly, huh, then." He smiled. I bit my lip, the smile that he obviously wanted back still non-existent. But it could have been, if I'd tried. After all, the boy clearly had a very kind and soft personality, and had amazing looks to go with that. His beautiful chocolate eyes hadn't left me since they'd landed on me, his also stunning hazel curls having flopped over his forehead slightly as a result of our impact. He was cute, and I had to admit that I was somewhat glad that we had collided.

"Y-yeah, I guess that we are." I chuckled slightly. His smile widened and he bit his lip before extending his hand to me.

"I'm Peter Parker. I don't know if you're new here, but I've never seen you before, so I'll introduce myself." He nodded. I gulped and looked at the outstretched limb.

"I'm really sorry, I-I don't mean to be rude, but I don't like people touching me." I mumbled. His eyes widened and he immediately pulled his hand back.

"No, don't be sorry, it's completely okay! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that you'd be okay with that. You're new, you said? Do you know where you're going?" He checked.

"No idea, unfortunately." I chuckled slightly in a weak attempt to hide the fact that this boy was the nicest person that I'd come across in a painfully long time.

"Well, how about I show you where to go? Would that be okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, u-um...I'd actually appreciate that. Thank you." I nodded.

"It's no problem. Come on, let's go." He chuckled. I nodded and gave him a small smile, my heart rate having slowed down significantly since starting to talk to Peter as we began to walk. I couldn't help but bite my lip and look at him as we moved through the hallway. I had been at this new school for all of five minutes, and already I felt safer, felt more okay with Peter than I ever had with anyone else before. And that reassured me. Even if I still felt awful overall.

~Two years later~

I sat on my bathroom floor, dry and wet tears covering my face as I just sat against the tiled wall. I could barely feel the icy touch of the tiles against my thighs and bare back, my entire body feeling too fucking numb and empty to register anything else. I gulped harshly, even the feeling of the tears running down my cheeks barely there anymore as I desperately tried to get myself through my latest depressive episode. The issue was that I wasn't sure how I would. I gulped and looked down at the phone that was sitting next to my body. I tried to ignore the feeling of the crimson liquid trickling down my skin as I weakly picked my phone up and scrolled along to Peter's number. I bit my lip and let myself continue to cry as I started to think about the boy. It had been two years since I had transferred to Midtown high, and therefore had met the boy who I had fallen in love with. His kind and gentle personality had never ceased, the pair of us becoming best friends within weeks, and me having fallen for him within a matter of months. But no matter how hard he tried and how kind he was, my depression had prevailed over the last two years, and had gotten significantly worse too. Hence why I was currently sitting on the bathroom floor, bleeding out, about to call my best friend for the last time. If I was going to say goodbye to anyone, it would be him.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter lay in his bed, his eyes flicking over the comic book that he was reading as he just relaxed before starting to do work. He glanced down as his phone started to ring. His heart fluttered and his lips curled into a smile as he saw that it was Y/N, his best friend and secret love of his life. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" He chuckled slightly.

"...Peter." The boy's smile dipped, his eyebrows immediately furrowing in concern at her quiet and saddened voice.

"Y/N? Are you okay, what's wrong?" He gulped as he instantly put the comic book down and sat up in his bed so that he could pay full attention to the girl who clearly had something going on.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just...wanted to talk." She spoke just as quietly as she had the first time. He bit his lip, his anxiety spiking as he tried to figure out what was wrong. It hadn't taken long for Peter to discover Y/N's mental health issues when they had become friends, not to mention how she dealt with them. He knew that it wasn't his fault, he knew that they were battles that Y/N had to face alone, but that didn't stop him from feeling awful when his attempts to make her happy failed. Not that they ever succeeded for that long, but again Peter knew that it wasn't his fault, and he knew that it wasn't Y/N's either. Peter's gut was telling him that Y/N was in the middle of a depressive episode right now, and that she'd probably acted on it too. That alone was enough to break his heart.

"Okay, we can talk, w-we can talk. How's your day been? Did you manage to get the math homework done?" He asked. He knew that the conversation was far from interesting, but his main aim right now was to keep Y/N talking for long enough for Peter to figure out what was going on, and hopefully get her some kind of help.

"Yeah, I did. Though, it would have been a lot easier if I'd have had my Peter with me to help." She chuckled weakly. The boy smiled to himself and bit his lip, his heart swelling with love for the girl that he so desperately wanted to be okay.

"Stop, you're way smarter than me. Though, I appreciate you saying that you like my help. It's cute." He admitted.

"I always like your help. I always just like you, being with you. That's what I'll miss the most. That's the only thing that I'll miss." She mumbled. Peter's smile dipped at her words, his heart dropping to his feet at the implications of the sentence.

"What did you say? What's that supposed to mean, Y/N, what do you mean?" He scoffed as he properly sat up again and put his legs over the edge of his bed.

"I'm sorry for always being so hard to handle, Pete, but it meant a lot that you always stuck by my side. I needed you to know that. I hope that you know that." Y/N choked. The boy's eyes wavered, tears pricking them and his anxiety rising as her words only further solidified what Peter had only guessed that she meant just a moment ago. That she was about to take her own life. Or, god forbid, was already in the process of it.

"Y/N, fuck, whatever you're about to do, or already have done, please don't, please don't do this." He gulped and shook his head as tears started to roll down his face.

"Knowing you has been the best two years of my life, Peter. Thank you for every second of it. You've done more for me than you'll ever know." She spoke, Peter's worry only spiking more as her voice got quieter and weaker.

"Please just hold on, Y/N, I'm coming to see you, promise me that you won't do anything, please." He choked as he started to rush around the room to grab his shoes.

"I love you, Peter. I love you." She whispered before the line dropped. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open and sheer panic taking over at the girl's voice disappearing.

"Y/N-fuck, Y/N." He gulped as he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. He clicked on her number again and held the phone to his ear, his eyes wavering as this time, she didn't even pick up.

"Shit." He choked as he desperately pulled his shoes on before throwing his door open and sprinting through the apartment.

"Peter, where are you going?!" May called after him, though he knew that he didn't have the time to even respond to his aunt as he threw the door open and sprinted out of his apartment.

"Y/N! Y/N, IT'S PETER! I'M HERE!" Peter yelled, his closed fist desperately hammering against Y/N's closed apartment door. He stopped for a moment and gulped as he couldn't hear any movement from inside.

"Fuck." He cursed before looking around to check that no one was in the hallway. He took a deep breath and looked back at the door before raising his foot. He kicked it, his super-strength meaning that it flew open with ease as he ran into the apartment.

"Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?! PLEASE!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran in and out of every room in search of his best friend. Then he spotted it. The closed bathroom door. He rushed to it and tugged on the doorknob, his eyes widening and a quiet curse slipping his lips as it was locked.

"Y/N, I'm coming in, okay?! If you can hear me, get back!" He yelled before taking a step back and once again shoving his foot into the door. It flew open, and Peter's world stopped. His eyes widened at what he saw.

"No, no, no, please, no." He choked as he rushed into the room and collapsed on his knees next to Y/N's limp body before pulling the girl into his arms. Tears started to rapidly leave his eyes, Peter fully panicking now as he saw the deep and long gashes on her wrists that were allowing the crimson rivers to freely flow out of her body.

"You've got to be okay, Y/N, please, you've got to be." He sobbed and shook his head as he held his now blood-soaked and shaking fingers to her neck. His eyes widened, an incredibly relieved sob leaving his lips as he felt a very faint heartbeat. It was weak, and was fading, but it was there, and that meant that she was still with him. That meant that he could save her.

"I've got you, Y/N, you're safe, you're okay, just hold on, if not for yourself, for me, I'm begging you." He cried as he lifted her up bridal-style and hurriedly carried her out of the bathroom.

Peter sat next to Y/N's still unconscious body that was lying in the hospital bed, her wrists heavily bandaged in white gauze and her hand tightly gripped in Peter's as he sat by her. It had been only a few hours since Peter had found her, but he hadn't stopped crying since. His heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest, every inch of his being completely numb as he tried to comprehend what he'd found. The fact that he'd hopefully saved the love of his life from her first proper suicide attempt since they'd met. Or at least, the first one that he was aware of. It fucking broke his heart, but it also shook him up. Shook him up to do more, to make her feel more loved in any way that he possibly could. And Peter would be damned if he didn't do that. He bit his lip and looked up at Y/N, the girl's pale face and closed eyes still as stunning as they always were. Peter gulped and desperately tried not to cry as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Y/N, I need you to come back. If not for yourself, come back for me. I-I know that that sounds selfish, but I know that coming back for yourself isn't enough, it hasn't been for a long time, a-and that's okay, but I need you to come back. I need you. I know that you s-say that you can't live without me, but the truth is that I can't live without you. You're everything to me, you have been since the first time that I saw you in the hallway. You're the entire world, the entire universe to me, so I need you to come back. Please. I need you...to come back." He choked, his eyes wavering and tears streaming down his face as he gripped onto her hand for dear life. He just hoped that she could hear him. God, he hoped. He looked over his shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp as the door opened. He sat up and quickly wiped his eyes as a doctor walked into Y/N's room.

"Mr. Parker, is it?" The woman smiled gently as she shut the door and walked to Peter's chair.

"Y-yeah, that's me, I, um, I'm Y/N's...best friend." He nodded, his heart hurting as he had to say those words instead of 'boyfriend'.

"I understand that, Mr. Parker, and first of all, I want to say that you saved her life by finding her when you did. You saved her." She nodded. Peter gulped and returned the nod, more tears leaving his eyes at the doctor confirming that he had saved the love of his life.

"Thank you. Means a lot." He mumbled. The doctor gave him a small smile before looking at Y/N.

"I'm assuming that you know that Y/N suffers from severe anxiety and depression. She has done for a couple of years now, and has a history of attempts like this. She was lucky on this occasion, you found her in time and her cuts were easy enough to bandage up and close, but she needs serious help. I'm sure that you know all of this." She nodded. Peter gulped and returned it.

"U-um, yeah, I know about her history in all of this. And I'll help her in any way that I can, just like always." He shook his head.

"Good. Because she's going to need you." The doctor spoke, making Peter choke and nod again as he looked back at Y/N.

Y/N's P.O.V

My eyebrows furrowed, waves of pain starting to wash over my body as I slowly but surely came back into consciousness. I choked and let my lips part, my mouth and throat feeling painfully dry as I desperately tried to figure out what had happened, where I was. Why I was seemingly still alive.

"Hey, hey, try to relax, you're okay, you're alive." I heard Peter's gentle voice speak to me. I forced my eyes to start fluttering open, harsh luminescent light coming into my vision within seconds as my eyes peeled open. I bit my lip harshly, tears pricking my eyes as I could tell from the light alone where I was. Not to mention the familiar feeling of tight material wrapped around my wrists. I gulped, tears starting to silently leave my eyes as I turned my head to look at Peter. He returned the glance, his lips pressing to the skin of my hand as his red and puffy eyes looked right back at me. I wasn't sure what I was crying over more. The fact that my suicide attempt yet again hadn't worked...or that Peter had been the one to find me. To save me. I knew that he loved me and that he'd always be supportive of my mental health fights, but I had never wanted to hurt him by allowing him to find me. That had been my worst fear, and it had happened. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He shook his head and continued to kiss my hand as he took my other one with his spare one.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I had no idea that your depression was still this bad, I'm sorry that I didn't ask how you were earlier on. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you, that I let you do this to yourself." He choked and shook his head.

"Peter, please don't think that this is on you. This is the sad truth about depression. It doesn't matter who is in my life, who loves me unconditionally, who makes me feel incredible when we're together. Because depression is the fact that five minutes after being alone, I'll feel so empty and hollow again. This isn't your fault, Peter, and please believe me when I say that you do enough to help me in any way that you can." I choked.

"It is my fault, though, because I should be able to do more. I'm fucking in love with you, Y/N, I should be able to make you happy enough to not do this, I should look after you, I should make sure that you're not alone when you're feeling down, because that's what you do for the person that you're in love with." He sobbed and shook his head before looking down. I bit my lip harshly, tears continuing to also stream down my face at his words. Partly because of how broken he was by what he'd found...and partly because he'd just admitted to being in love with me.

"I'm in love with you too, Pete." I admitted in a whisper. His head of curls slowly rose, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging open slightly as he looked back at me.

"What?" He choked. I nodded and bit my lip as I raised my hand to his cheek.

"That's why I've made it for so long with you. This was my first attempt in months, Pete. I know that it doesn't look like it right now, but this isn't the first time that you've saved my life. You save my life every day. Every time that you make me laugh, make me smile, make me feel loved even in the smallest ways, you save my life. You make me want to live another day. Yes, I get depressive episodes that are particularly bad, but they don't cancel out all of the times that you make me feel like life is worth living. You do that for me every day, Pete, so please. Don't blame yourself for this. And don't think that you have to do more. Because you've already saved me thousands of times. Even if you don't know that." I nodded as I soothingly rubbed my thumb against his chin. He choked and returned the nod, his hand raising to cup mine as he turned his head to kiss my palm.

"Well, I'm never stopping. I'll never stop helping you fight this, even if it's in the smallest ways possible. I am always going to be there for you, to hug and kiss you when you feel down, to make you laugh and smile even when you feel good. I'm going to do it all. Because I love you, and I can't lose you. I can't." He choked and shook his head.

"I can't lose you either, Pete. I love you too much to lose you." I responded.

"Good. Because I love you too much to lose you too." He nodded. I gave him a small and weak smile, the boy continuing to press his lips to my palm as we sat there in comfortable silence. I knew that I had fucked up, I knew that I had just put Peter through what I had sworn that I would never put him through. But we were okay. I was alive, thanks to him, and he was vowing to do everything that he could for me, even though he already did. But I loved him even more for that. And I doubted that I would ever stop. As long as I was with him, I'd be okay. That much, I was sure of.