Gore Oneshots [Any Requests]

Michael - SH Addiction

Requested by:
Ourself

TW's & CW's
-Self Harm
-Addiction to.. Self Harm
-Post SQUIP-cident
-Literally just a vent chapter with the added ship of Boyf-riends

Fandom:
-Be More Chill (BMC)
[Musical Vrs 'cause fuck the book crap]

Character(s):

-Michael Mell
-Jeremy Heere

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Let's be honest, this.. isn't exactly how Michael had planned his evening to be.
Sat staring blankly at his overall scarred thighs as his finger nails dug in and scratched away at the achingly itchy feeling surrounding the healing scars.

He never understood why they had to itch so.. much, sure they were healing, yet.. the itching ache to just.. scratch away at them and reopen as many as he could to prevent the cuts from healing over and the scars to disappear.

He needed them to stay,
he needed to see them.

His hand shakily lifted as he glanced down at his thighs, eyes analysing a few beads of blood escape the healing wounds as he sighed.
The urge to start over and grab the nearest sharp object and just shred the skin to pieces once more was almost overwhelming. He couldn't let the scars leave. He knew he couldn't bear to see them fade much lime his old scars on his arms. Gone. He could no longer see those.

He.. couldn't remember when the first time he first started self harming, yet.. he knew it was young.
Of course he did. He remembered craving the attention from the blade on his arms, he remembered the first time he had raised the blade to his arms, scoring lines over the skin tearing it to pieces. One cut at a time.

He didn't remember how old he was.. perhaps 10? 11..?

Maybe.

But nonetheless, he remembered the first time he took it to his thighs, 12 maybe? He knew he couldn't thrive from the pain from his arms much longer after he had shredded them to the point he could barely feel the pain from cutting on his forearms anymore.
So.. he had moved to his thighs, and that's where he was now, still.. in the addicting habit 4 years ahead.

God he was pathetic.

Michael sighed shakily, finger tips trailing over the bumpy and raised scabbing skin on each of his thighs.
Closing his eyes temporarily as he exhaled slowly, leaning his head back as his back pressed sharply against the porcelain throne he was sat on.
"Leave it,"
He sharply muttered beneath his breath to himself, as if telling himself to avoid cutting for the day would well.. cut it.

So.. he tugged up his jeans, doing the quick motion of tying his belt, looping it through the holes and pulling it as tight as he could force it to. Before hooking the buckle up and promptly shoving his hoodie over the top to hide it.

Soon leaving said room to meet back up with his childhood friend in his bedroom the room over. Plopping down on the beanbag beside Jeremy as he gave him his usual toothy grin.
Before soon being playfully pulled over the taller's lap as they shared a soft chuckle together, Michael relaxing as he let out a slow exhale as Jeremy threaded his fingers through his hair.

"You alright?"

Michael nodded softly with a small sigh, looking up at the lanky male as the geek placed down his gaming controller to focus on his best friend, -and boyfriend- laid over his lap.
"Are you sure? You haven't said much all day, and I know you said it's because you're tired but.."
He sighed, shaking his head lightly, pausing before continuing.
"Wanna go.. get slushies?"

"You know I can't say no to that-"
Michael smiled, playfully poking the other's side as Jeremy hummed, nodding softly with a small chuckle as he squirmed away from the ticklish poke. "Yeah, I know- that's why I said it, c'mon, let's go-"

He stood, helping Michael up as the other groaned overdramatically before soon standing and grabbing the keys to his PT Cruiser.
"Race ya',"
He playfully winked Jeremy's way before racing up the stairs to escape the basement and make his way outside to his car.

Sure there was nothing he could do about his addiction yet.. he loved his boyfriend.

Jeremy took care of him when he needed him and he was the one that was willing to be patient with him within his lows and highs.

There was nothing in the world they wouldn't do for each other.