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🔪~Self-Harm Comfort~🔪

Bo Sinclair x Male Reader

TW!!! Self-Harm, Graphic Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Self-Blame, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Panic Attack

I am serious don't read if you can't handle these kinds of things and my dms are always open. I'm not the best with people interactions but I'll try and I love all of you. 

Mainly self-indulgent. 

Pain seared in [Y/n]'s mind and heart forcing tears from his already puffy eyes. No matter how much he cried that pain didn't go away it only seemed to spread through his veins like a toxin slowly crawling to his scarred wrists and thighs marred with ugly burn scars from nights spent wallowing in suffering. Nights spent in a constant mental battle fighting himself for another day alive and another day to fight for another day.

It was a constant battle never letting up never-ending but that night the pain had won leaving ugly red oozing burns all up [Y/n]'s thighs littering his skin in a ghastly display of reds and white. Pain pulsated from the points of injury providing a sick sort of comfort, however, the relief [Y/n] felt was only temporary. It wouldn't end and there would always be a next time.

One last time he reasoned bargaining with himself for the pain he craved like an addict. Digging his razor nails into his skin he dragged them back and forth over and over. He didn't cry as his skin was torn away by his own hands, in fact, he smiled a sob threatening to leave his throat. After all, it was what he deserved. It was his fault he was this way. His fault.

Maybe if he actually held the strength to stand up on shaky legs and look for Bo things would have been different maybe if he'd actually cared enough about himself to seek help he wouldn't be left in tears in the darkness of his and his lover's shared bedroom alone. Blood and fluid welling on his thighs flowing from the welts covering his body. It was his fault he kept hurting. That's what kept repeating in his mind as the bedroom door creaked open.

Bo was home.

The man's lips were pressed into a thin line as he approached [Y/n] eyes clouded with shared pain. He saw the scars littering his partner's body and couldn't help but reach out pulling them into him. Bo held them close as silent sobs racked through [Y/n]'s bodies, the skill he was able to hone after years of silent pain showing as he didn't so much as let out a peep except for the uncontrollable shaking of his shoulders that betrayed his careful ruse of calmness.

Gentle fingers raked through [Y/n]'s hair untangling the knots and smoothing it out where desperate hands once gripped the strands pulling them painfully as cracked lips were bitten trapping pain-filled screams that desperately tried to claw their way through abused airways.

"It's alright. I'm here." Bo said his voice quiet and soft, it was soothing, comforting "Let it out. I'm here for you." finally through knawed lips a pitiful weeping sound cascaded filling the room. "I got you."

Bo was there and he wanted [Y/n] to cry. He wanted [Y/n] to let him comfort him. Let him in was what Bo was saying as he desperately clung to his lover his fingers gripping him tightly, lovingly. Refusing to let him go. Refusing to let him drift away into the darkness his mind threatened to swallow him up in time and time again.

As the darkness started to recede nothing seemed to remain as [Y/n] watched with tired eyes how Bo worked wiping away the red from his thighs before bandaging them tightly. Bo kept his promise as he laid next to [Y/n] pulling him into his side, arms wrapping around [Y/n] once again.

Bo was there, and he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.