Sealand x (D) Reader : Worth It

Sealand x Depressed!Reader
(A/N in comments)

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You choked on tears as you looked down at your mother, crying hysterically as she typed rapidly on her phone. She was around 7 stories below you as you heard her screaming at you.

'Please don't! Just hold on, dear! Please! I love you...!'

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Peter sat on his bed, staring at his phone. Why would you try? Weren't you happy?
Oh, he needed to run.
He swiftly opened his window and started climbing out of it as he was muttering to himself. He hopped on his bike and and peddled as fast as his legs could take him. He needed to get there soon.

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He was skipping steps as he went as fast as he could to the roof, where you were. He was praying you were still there, still...  Alive.
As he got closer to the roof, he started hearing noises. He nearly smiled at the fact that you were there. Peter opened the roof door and started walking towards you.
He never liked seeing you upset. He nearly cried himself as he got closer.
But he needed to be strong.

For you.


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Tino paced around the room as his mind went out of control. Where was Peter? Was he kidnapped? Did he run away? Was he not doing a good job as a parent? Did Peter die?

Tino nearly had a heart attack as his front door groaned open. and a tired Peter stepped inside.

'Peter!'
He ran to Peter and hugged him tightly, while questioning and scolding him.
'Where were you?'
'That was awful of you! You had me so worried!'
'You are soooo grounded!'
'How could you do that!'
'Go to your room. Right now, mister!'

Peter just stood there not speaking. As he walked to his room, he couldn't help the feeling of pride and overwhelming joy in his heart.

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The next morning, around 10:00 am, Tino was awoken by a phone call.

'H-Hello?'
'Mm, yes?
'Hello, this is ______'s mother. I... I just don't know what to say... I would like to congratulate you on Peter. It mist be nice, having such a... w-wonderful... s-s-son... I'm sorry, I'm s-so, hap-ppy...'
'...What?'
'Sorry, I guess he didn't ex-explain... My daughter, my dear, dear daughter... She was about to... O-off herse-elf... So... I asked Peter... to come help. He was so, so helpful. He went to her, and sat with her, for around two hours... and convinced her not to... O- I'm sorry. I just... I am so glad...'
'Hm... really...'
'Y-yes. Please thank him for me...'