Byler Oneshots

comfort

Will finds out about Mike's parents and his struggles but Will shows Mike how perfect he is in his own way.
Mike and Will are both seventeen by the way, because, well, legal reasons.
Tw for self harm, abuse mentions, and suicidal thoughts

Mike knew that he needed to tell Will about the self harm and abuse, but Will worried about Mike too much already, and Will came to his house to get away from his problems, and Mike didn't want to give him another one to deal with.

Will had noticed Mike had been more jumpy, and he had stopped wearing short sleeved shirts, and tank tops. So he decided to wait until him and Mike were in bed, and Mike was asleep to see what was wrong. He gently rolled Mike's sleeve up to his shoulders and he thought he was going to cry. He had seen about twenty cuts and scars, and some of them only looked a day or two old, all self inflicted. Will rolled Mike's sleeve down and softly kissed his sleeping boyfriend's head, losing himself in a tangled mop of curly black hair that he had always loved.

In the morning----____

"Good morning pretty boy, how'd you sleep?" Mike asked as Will blinked his eyes open, preparing for the uncomfortable conversation he needed to have with Mike. " What's up my love, you look worried? " Mike asked Will, while furrowing his eyebrows. Will sat up, and gave Mike a quick peck on the lips. Mike smiled at this, feeling ten times better after the kiss.

"Mike, have you been hurting yourself? I won't be angry if you have, I just want to know, I promise." Will asked his boyfriend with a worried tone. Mike's eyes widened, as the smile disappeared off of his face and he started to pace around the room, mumbling to himself. " Shit, shit, shit. Shit! How do you know, how, nobody knows, not even my fucking journal knows! " Mike was pulling at his hair, his shirt lifting to show the stick and poke tattoos he had done when he had gotten bored, also revealing his very visible ribs. "Mike, honey, come and sit down and talk to me. I don't care when, I don't care why or when you started, just tell me what happened. Please bub." Will asked Mike, calmly waiting for a response from his clearly terrified partner.

Mike calmed slightly at Will's voice, and he walked  over to Will, and lay down next to him, breaking down immediately, with his head on Will's chest, tears flowing silently as Will covered them both with the blanket, and whispered I love yous, and it's going to be okays into Mike's hair. After about fifteen minutes, Mike got off of Will, and took his shirt off so Will could see the cuts, before lying down by Will, his head leaning against Will's shoulder, and wrapping himself in a thin blanket that had belonged to Will at some point.

Will gently sat Mike up, to have a look at his arm and to hear Mike explain why.

"Mike, can you tell me why you did it please sweetheart?" Will softly asked Mike. " Uhm, my mom and dad were fighting, about, about... me, and how I'm a freak. My dad actually said that I'd probably end up with a bullet in my head and a gun in my hand. " Mike said, his voice breaking at the end of the sentence. Will listened, in shock. He opened his arms for Mike and he gladly complied, starting to cry again, and this time, Mike went to sleep in Will's arms, finally resting. Will just played with Mike's hair, and hummed songs to himself.

Three hours later, Will realised that they hadn't eaten at all yet, so he gently lifted Mike off of him, feeling how thin Mike was, he made a mental note to to make a lot of breakfast. He wrote Mike a note saying that he was downstairs making pancakes for breakfast.

Mike woke up, he panicked when he saw that Will was gone, until he saw the note on his cluttered bedside table, afterwards, lighting  a cigarette to pass the time until Will was back.

"You usually make breakfast, so I thought I'd return the favour." Will said to Mike, who replied easily with a " thank you pretty boy, not just for this, but for earlier. " Mike laughed after saying this, seeing how Will's face went bright red at his morning voice.