Blyler one shots

Let my tongue explain how much i crave you

Collage au/Self harm/smut/fluff

Mikes pov:

I ran into our dorm, exited to show my boyfriend the cute promise rings I got us at his favorite store. It was our anniversary and I had been caught up at my part time job half the day then I stopped at the cake shop we always went to on special days and got us a big slice of strawberry cake, his favorite. I had to leave really early in the morning and didn't wanna wake him up so i haven't seen him all day, i could barely contain my excitement as i fumbled with the key, finally pushing open the door. But the scene in front of me felt like someone shattered my heart with a hammer.

I don't think he even noticed I came in because his head was buried deep in his arms and there was blood dripping onto his grey bedsheets. "Shit will are you okay?!" I dropped the box and set down the cake bag before rushing over to help him. "M-Mike...?" He questioned not moving his head up from the tight grasp his arms held him in.

"Yeah, it's me baby...let me see your face" i softly responded while pulling his arms away slowly. His eyes were a bit puffy and his nose was pink. He was obviously crying but my attention immediately went to his wrist. He was cutting himself again. "I'm sorry I-I didn't know what to do a-and you weren't answering my texts-"

He stopped mid sentence as I brought my lips up to the deep cuts and kissed them; gently and carefully before wiping the blood off my lips. He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something but I interrupted him. "Shh..I'm right here..we can talk through it later, but right now I want you to know that im here..nothing is going to hurt you." I saw the tears start streaming down his face again as he jumped into my arms, I didn't care if there were dark red stains on the back of my blue shirt; I could wash it later, what mattered to me was that he had a shoulder to cry on.

Once he had calmed down a bit I led him to the bathroom and he bandaged the scars up. They had stopped bleeding a bit but he made them pretty deep. I suggested getting some stitches on a few where I could see the fat cells but he insisted that it was fine and he had done that since he was a kid. The sentence was as if someone stomped on my already shattered heart.

I guided him to our bed and laid him down carefully on my chest, I knew he liked to hear my heartbeat and pulse so I took advantage of things like that in these situations. "Baby?" I asked pulling some of his grown out hair behind his ear. "Yeah?" He quietly responded half asleep. "Do you want to talk about it?" I put his chin between my thumb and index finger to slowly drag his head up so our eyes could meet.

"I-I had more thoughts a-bout you..." he didn't finish his sentence but I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Cheating?" I questioned with furrowed eyebrows. He only nodded his head.

I knew he has had those thoughts ever since we got into a relationship. He thinks that I'm with some other girl or he's not good enough for me because of me and El's past relationship. We're trying to work through it but occasionally I've caught him with new scars or in this case making new scars. Some people say it's better for me to just leave him or they call him toxic, but he never tries to make me feel bad about it or guilt trip me; and I'm more than happy to help him through the hard time that he's having right now. Because I know from experience that he would do the exact same thing for me.

We sat up, my hand cupping under his jaw as I leaned in slowly; giving him a second to process what I was going to do and in the next minute he quickly leaned forward and connected our lips. It wasn't a harsh kiss, at least at first, but then his hand 'accidentally' rested on my crotch. I groaned into the kiss, licking his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He seemed to have realized what he 'accidentally' did because he opened his mouth and almost sucked my tongue in. Palming me ever so slightly through my pants. But not nearly hard enough.