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Wind {Peter} -TW-

A/n: I'm sorry for not updating for the last month, it's felt emotionless, I can't feel anything. It feels like I'm trapped in a box, all of my emotions besides sadness just out of reach.

Well, there's my shitty explanation. I may not update as frequently because of this and because I've been working on my Sean Cassidy X Reader.

 ~Trigger Warning~

I stood at the top of a building, the wind flowing through my hair as I took a deep breath, feelings overcame me, sadness, happiness in the fact that I would finally do this, and fear of what Peter would think of me doing this.

My life had been happy when I was a kid, but when I started growing up my dad left, but I met Peter, who immediately became my best friend. He had made me happier at the time, but I couldn't help becoming depressed. He had tried to help me through it, but failed when I got deeper into my depression, cutting almost nightly, the old ones barely healing. He was one of the only friends I ever had, because I lost all of my "friends" when middle school rolled around. Over the years, I had begun to fall for him, his silver hair and cocky personality dragging me in.

I smiled sadly, lifting my sleeves up and seeing the nasty scars, caused by my own self-destruction, for the last time.

Tears flowed freely down my face as I heard a whoosh behind me, but I assumed that it was just the wind.

"Y/n, what are you doing up here? I've been looking for you, everywhere." He said in his quick tone, frowning when he saw me, ready to jump. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no." He tried to pull me off, putting his arms around my waist, trying to pick me up and put me down. I thrashed around at first, kicking my legs and screaming my heart out until my throat felt raw.

"Please, Peter, I want to do this. Just please, let me go." I whispered, relaxing my body as he set me down warily, still holding his arms around me, obviously afraid I would run away.

"That's the problem, I can't let you go, you mean way too much to me, and so many other people. Lorna, my mom and your mom would be absolutely crushed. I also, sort of, promised your mom would take care of you a couple of years ago." He admitted, loosening his grip a little bit.

"Lorna would be devastated." I realized. "Oh, God. I'm so selfish. I'd be leaving you behind, giving you all of my troubles." I turned to him and clutched his favorite Pink Floyd shirt as he hugged me, making tears leak from my eyes. "I don't deserve you as a friend, Peter."

"If I had any say in it, I'd say you deserve somebody better." He mumbled, burying his nose in my hair.

"No I don't, you may not be the best person in the world, but you're my silver-haired, cocky, kinda sucky, klepto best friend." I told him, my tears most likely staining his shirt.

"And you're my best friend, who I can't even begin to think about words to describe her, she's my best friend, who feels all of these things at once, making me feel the same emotions that she is, but still manages to be adorable." He admitted, making my cheeks flush red and my ears, most likely, also turn red. "As I said, you are adorable." He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my red ear.

"S-stop. I-I'm not ... I don't..." I stuttered out, not knowing what to say and looking up at him.

"You're adorable when you don't know what to say and when you stutter, and that's why I love you, Y/n." He said, his cheeks turned red, greatly contrasting his silver hair.

"Y-you love me?" I asked, while he nodded, weakly. "I've had a crush on you ever since I met you, six years ago."

He smiled slightly and crashed his lips into mine. My lips were cracked from standing on the roof for so long, but his were incredibly soft. Our lips moved in sync, his hands moved to my waist as I moved my hands to his hair, which was also soft.

I pulled away as he just gave me puppy eyes.

"Are we really going to kiss on the roof I tried to jump off of?" I asked, frowning.

"You're right, let's go." He took my hand, and we walked off, the building not being very far from the park, so we decided to go there, hand in hand.

We walked to the playground area, Peter leading. Lorna was playing by herself on the swings, while his mom was sitting on a bench, reading a book.

"Y/n!" Lorna yelled, jumping off of the swings and ran to us.

"Hi, Lorna." I kneeled down and gave her tiny, eight-year-old body a hug.

"Earlier, Peter was looking for you everywhere." She said, hugging me back.

"Was he?" I looked up at Peter, and he just scratched the back of his head, awkwardly.

"Yeah!" She let go of me and latched onto her older brothers legs.

"I was scared that you would go and do something stupid, which you almost did." He said, trying to shake Lorna off of his leg.

I laughed, a genuine laugh, for the first time in months.

"Y-you laughed!" He said, a big grin set upon his face.

"Why wouldn't I laugh? I'm happy, you made me happy for the first time in years." I replied as Lorna detached from his leg.

He hugged me, "I've been trying to get you to smile for years, and here you are, laughing your ass off at Lorna." He kissed me as Lorna ran off, screaming "EWWWW" as she did.

It was only a short kiss, but it left us breathless, nonetheless.

"You're fucking adorable." He said, kissing me again.