mcyt +friends oneshots

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///enjoy yet another
vent disguised
poorly as
a fic :)\\\

///this entire fic is about s/h so please
read with extreme caution\\\

-lines///(light)travis×cooper
chapt. 01/01

(intense trigger warning)

         i look down disgusted & almost disappointed at the feeling of the familiar light burning, almost ticklish sensation on my thighs. i rub them softly just enough to feel it but it doesn't go away & becomes worse. i hear my name & i quickly look up to see travis at my door with a bag of chipotle, the large, almost childlike smile on his stupid face makes me forget the event that almost happened, the feeling I just felt, if only for a moment. he raises the bag in question,

         "room or livingroom?" he asks & i shrug,

         "room, you can stay though if you want." i add the last part even though i already know he was hoping for me to ask that. he excitedly nods, he closes the door behind him & goes to sit on my bed, i decide to join him & soon we are eating the "mexican" burritos. i watch as he eats it & almost smile to myself when he gets some on his chin, we meet eyes & he purses his lips,

         "what?" he asks his voice breaking a little but i just chuckle, "what's wrong coop?" at this point i can tell hes getting annoyed, "is there something on my face?" he tries again, i nod & sit there as he tries to, unsuccessfully, lick off the guacamole. i feel myself almost getting annoyed at how damn cute he is,

         "here," i say gently as i reach over & wipe it off with my thumb, he smiles brightly at me,

         "thanks coop!" he says & we continue to eat & making jokes until i get that itching feeling on my thighs again. i start itching softly hoping it'll go away & just leave me alone but again it becomes worse, before i can start scratching harder a hand that i quickly recognize as travis's gently goes over mine. i raise my head to reach his eyes, uncertainty fills mine & worry fills his,

         "coopie?" he asks, voice small & low enough if anyone was in the room only i'd be able to hear him. i raise an eyebrow pretending to not understand his concern, "coop," he says not saying anything just intertwines our hands, he runs his thumb into my hand massaging it lightly, "focus on your food please." he says as he drops my hand. he stays untill i'm done eating & leaves to stream.

         i take our trash to the kitchen where i grab a cold beer from the fridge. i get to my room & like always, whenever travis streams, i open it & watch. usually i'll turn off my mind during his streams & just enjoy them, not thinking about anything but this time i can't shake that sensation on my thighs & wrists.

         i know i shouldn't want to, i know i'm getting to old to be still dealing with this, i know travis, noah, carson- anyone would be extremely worried & angry if they knew i was thinking about this again but i can't stop thinking about the blade slicing my skin- the blood pooling. i grip the now empty beer bottle with a tight grip & go quickly into the bathroom. it feels like my heads gonna explode.

         i close the door & stand in front of the sink looking into my blue eyes, i try to say 10 good things about myself & the world around me like my therapist said i should start doing but my brain is slowly getting overwhelmed by the feeling in my thighs & it's the only thing i can focus on. my breathing starts rushing & i start to sweat, i cover my eyes quickly with my palms dropping the beer bottle with a crash. i look down at the broken glass & my mind race's at the thought of the possibilitys of that glass, my heart somehow beats quicker.