Thomas Sanders + Sides x Reader

All x Reader

Title: Savior
Warnings: !!!Self harm!!!
Notes: This is a old vent! I don't want to glorify or romanticize self harm! I've been stuck in it for 4 years, I won't ever get rid of the scars I have.

DO NOT SELF HARM, IF YOU DO YOU CAN ALWAYS TALK TO ME WHENEVER NEEDED.

I found most this on one of my other accounts and decided to post it after adding a happier ending. I'm not quite yet completely back but I do hope to get back into full swing of things eventually.

I'm happier by a little bit, I've come to the conclusion I am bisexual, and I've settled into the name Spencer ;p

638 words.

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Everything seemed like such a bigger issue than it really was to Y/n. This was because when they were 12 they began harming themselves.

It started small, they didn't regret a single mark yet seeing as the small scratches went away within a few days.

But as the stress of school piled on they slowly began going deeper down the hole.

By their current age, 28, a year below Thomas, they had a rather large amount of scars. They always had colorful bandaids on, bracelets covering that, and long sleeves whenever they couldn't get their bracelets.

The white and red scars were horrid to look at, some were rather sensitive seeing how they obtained the scars.

They had a minor panic attack leading to them relapsing after three months clean.

This was different though, they went far too deep. They could see the fat tissue, the blood becoming a rather large problem. The only thing they could do was call someone to help.

Who better than the only person who knew about the issue, Thomas.

He had only seen it when it was minor, little to no scars.

He'd react badly if he were to see it.

Y/n sighs, giving up, they call Thomas. He picks up after a few rings, and Y/n shifts, feeling themself slip as time went on. "Hey Tommy."

"Hello N/n?" He sounded confused, Y/n rarely called, most of the time it was the two texting. "I need your help."

The next thing Y/n remembered was waking up in the hospital. Their arm was bandaged up, all the bandaids that once resided on each arm were gone, stitches here and there along with more bandage rolls.

Thomas was sitting in a chair, asleep seeing as it was dark out, Virgil was sitting on the ground in front of Patton who was in another chair. Roman was in a chair as well, leaving Logan to stand.

It was odd to see them all so calm. Patton and Virgil especially, the two were non-stop in everything they did, may it be from anxiety or excitement.

Logan was the only one awake seeing as his predicament. He noticed Y/n's eyes open within a minute or so.

Logan gives a sad smile, "what've you done Y/n?" The slight judgines coming from Logan was obvious. "I didn't mean for it to go that far...."

"I don't understand how we didn't notice sooner." He mumbles. Who knows what was really going on in his head.

"You really worried us kiddo." A pleasant surprise from what was presumes to be a sleeping Patton. "Sorry Pat..."

So none of the others were awake yet, it didn't really matter. It all would be the same seeing as they got past the yelling portion of finding out a while ago.

After a 72 hour watch Y/n was let go, Thomas had made them stay at his house for the time being. Some meds were adjusted and they were released on suicide watch.

Thomas didn't want them to relapse and have it go worse, none of them did. But of course that wouldn't matter for now, Y/n was there. Surrounded by people they easily got used to.

But then they woke up, smiling upon seeing their laptop still playing Thomas' videos. They hadn't had the chance to meet Thomas even though he was currently at a convention near to them. They didn't mind though, they had his videos which helped them calm down, and they would always have next year's conventions to look forward to. They quickly shut off the laptop, getting ready for the day ahead. The old faded scars weren't cause for much concern anymore.

Thomas had unknowingly saved them. In the only way he could have without truly knowing Y/n.