Peter Parker Imagines

Stay With Me | Peter x Request (abbeywashere Request) !WARNING!

Peter x Requested Character (An x reader, a female with mental illnesses)

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia.

Requested By: @abbeywashere

Request: The reader is depressed and has anxiety and is anorexic and all and it like goes to the point where Peter is really worried for her, and she gets humiliated at school and has had enough, so she's going to jump off her apartment building. As she's falling, Spider-Man saves her and he reveals that he's Peter and fluff.

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Having to be alone was the worst punishment I could ask for. My problems had escalated in the past few years, from simply giving well thought out excuses as to why I wasn't hungry, to full-on ignoring my mom at dinner time. She'd given up on me, just like everyone else had in my life. Only one person remained at my side. Ever since I'd moved to Queens and transferred to Midtown High School, Peter Parker, the boy who first showed me around the school had become the one person to stay with me. The only one to not give up on me. He was the kindest, most gentle boy I'd ever had the pleasure of spending my lunch time with.

Every day he offered to carry my bags or help me with my Physics homework. Even though he made my life a little brighter, it still wasn't enough to distract me from myself. From how I hated the way I looked, and how I was starting to like Peter as more than a friend. That boy deserved so much more than me, and I had to constantly force myself to ignore the butterflies in my stomach whenever he offered to carry my books. School had become a nightmare, having to walk through the halls with students watching my every move, whispering between them about how I was sick in the head.

And maybe they were right. Maybe I was too far gone to be rescued, even by Peter. The same boy who'd invited me over to spend the night at his place, rather than spending it alone in my room at home, staring at the wall. The same boy who'd given me his hoodie to wear when I didn't bring anything warm and told me I looked beautiful after I muttered about how gross I looked in his clothes. The same boy who'd given me a blanket after I'd fallen asleep on the couch, and carried me to his own bed after the movie we'd been watching had ended. The same boy who, unbeknownst to me, had confessed how much he adored me while I slept.

Peter had also become more worried over the past few weeks. I knew he was worried about how little I was eating, and how much exercise I tended to do. He often greeted me from the fire escape outside his window as I ran by while on a jog. The warning signs were all there, and I could tell he was picking up on them. It only made me more scared to hang out with him, let alone be around him. Yet he still insisted on walking me to school and checking in with me during lunchtime. He was a sweetheart, and I made sure to let him know. It always made him blush, which I found absolutely adorable.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N." A gentle nudge on my shoulder brought me out of my daydream. Ned was standing over me, holding a tray with his lunch. Peter was behind him, smiling quite happily at me. "Sorry, I was zoned out. How're your days going?" I put on a deceptively bright smile, patting the metal table beside me. Ned sat opposite me, while Peter took a seat beside me, sitting rather close to my side. "Eh, Coach Wilson made us to laps of the track during gym class. My legs are burning," Ned mumbled in agreement, already digging into his sandwich. Just seeing food made my stomach grumble, but I couldn't do anything about it. Peter was already worried enough as it was.

Peter suddenly lowered his voice, leaning closer to me. "Did you eat breakfast this morning? I can hear your stomach complaining." I weakly nodded, even though little shocks of pain were making my stomach ache painfully. "Yeah, I did. I think I have a stomach bug, so that's probably why you can hear my stomach." I gave a little cough to make it more believable, but Peter didn't seem convinced. His eyebrows furrowed as he frowned, and he went to speak again, but I stood up from the table. "I think I'm gonna see what Michelle is up to." Before Peter could protest, I hurried away from the table. I'd been so busy staring at the ground to avoid other student's stares that I ran straight into someone.