Bands X Reader One Shots

problem after problem (bvb. AndyxReader )

Warning
Triggeriing.
This is pretty much about where reader is sucidal and cuts a lot so dont read if you get triggered.
Also once I was done with this story I noticed thay my auto correct (for some unknown reason) decided to change jinxx's a name to jynxx....since I don't really wanna go through correcting it every single time, I will just say aim sorry and to please skip over it..

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You sat on the floor of your bedroom holding the sharpened pocket knife.
you watched it as blood slowly dripped off the tip of the blade.
It was your blood.
You felt numb, barley hearing andys worried voice talking to yoi over the phone as he drove to your house quickly.
You had been a fan of bvb for years and you had met Andy at a store.
you guys had gotten talking and such and had kept in contact becuease he had gotten you to talk a bit about your life. You had told him about your parents dying and being an only child and such, he had also seen the many inflamed cuts that had covered your arms that day and was worried you didn't have anyone to talk to about it.
This was his eighteenth time coming over becuease of this for the past two months.
He had made you promise to call him if you ever felt the need to cut or had cut.
You always called him after, wanting to be left Lonely to do your buisness bfore getting interrupted.
"Y/n? Y/n answer me sweetie I need to know if your okay." He said worriedly after you had been zoned out for a good five minutes.
"Drip drip drip." You murmured to yourself after cutting your wrist again to renew the dripping of the blade.
"Y/n put the knife down right now okay. Stop hurting yourself I'll be there in a minute." He said, worried sick.
"I'm not hurting myself Andy. I feel fine." You said calmly, digging the tip of the black into oupne of the scabs that was already on your arm.
You had passed the point of doing this to feel pain. You felt Imuned to the pain almost now. You liked it becuease at this time. Right now. You felt nothing, you ewheevre zoned out, the only thing you had to focus on was the blood slowly dripping from the tip of the blade. And when it ran it, you'd just cut another line up your arm.
You would do this for the rest of your life if you had the option. You liked the numb feeling it gave it. You didn't have to cry until you fell asleep or talk to some bullshit therapist about your 'problem' when you didn't want to becuease you where giving yourself your own therapy. You didn't believe anything was truly wrong with this but Andy thought other wise.
"Andy hurry the blood is drying and I need to renew it" You say with a pout, seeing that your whole arm was covered completely in blood.
You always started from your shoulder, watching as it leaked down your whole ar, at a trickle.
"I'm pulling in the driveway. For God sakes throw the knife down!" He said and you heard the door open and slammed shut.
you heard steps quickly approching up the stairs and you heard your call end and you threw it don, digging the tip of the black on your skin boredly.
you missed the pain it used to give you, you didn't understand why it didn't hurt as much anymore. It's like they had changed the drug to rip you off, making the affects more mild.
you heard your door open and Andy drop to his knee in front of you and softly take the knife away from you and put it down next to him.
"We need to get y9u cleaned and bandaged up." He said hurriedly.
He got you to your feet and had you strip of your cloths and hop into a really quick shower.
He had taken you like a sister and ended up having to have you do this more then he would like.
Neither of you cared about you stripping your cloths in front of him which is good or this process you have always taken a lot longer.
Andy was soaking your shirt and jeans currently in the sink to get the blood soaking and get out of them.
After about a half minute, you hopped out and he handed you a towel and he carefully cleaned the arm of the still leaking blood.
"You really outdid yourself this time." He said in a sad tone and he quickly went to your cabinet and got the bandages.
He wrapped up your whole arm, seeing as you had once again cut your entire arm.
Once he was done, you fully dried yourself off and he went to grab you some cloths, bringing the knife to clean up aswell.
He helped you into your cloths, seeing as once again you where having troubles using the arm since it was wrapped in bandages.
"We need to find a different way n/n this isn't gonna work." He tells you, getting your last piece of clothing and and pocketing the now clean knife.
He had tucked it surely into his left Jean pocket, taking yet another one of your many knifes away.
It seemed like no matter how many he took, you always had another the next day.
"Sweetie I'm fine." You say, feeling a bit light headed.
You had lost more blood then usual this time, seeing you had cut deeper, longer and harsher this time.
"No. No your not." He tells you sternly.
"Common, I don't want you here Lone for the night. You can come and stay with me."
He says softly, kissing your forhead and taking your hand in his hand taking you out of the bathroom and into your room.
There was a puddle of blood where you had been sitting on the floor and he isighed, instructing you to pack some stuff whole he went and got some rags and such to clean up the blood again.
you brought a couple socks, pajamas, jrans, t-shirts and you put on your shoes. Slipping your other knife softly into one of the hidden compartments in your suitcase.
Andy seemed to be quite tired which you found odds.
He was never tired at eight pm...
Hm. Perhaps he is just getting old. You think to yourself as you guys drive to his house.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Y/n we need to talk. Your getting worse with this. You are gonna get yourself killed ND I can't let that happen to you, you are a bog part of my life and if something where to happen it's gonna be my fualt for not helping you how I should have" He says tiredly.
"I'm not going to a the a therapist, biersack." You say flatly.
"How about this." He says, thinking for a moment.
"You stay with me for one month. If you don't cut or show signs of hurting yourself, I won't make you go" He says.
"Your tired." You state, avoiding the deal.
"Y/n. Yes or no. I'm worried your gonna get yourself killed and I cant let you do that." He says.
"You tired and it's becuease of me." You murmur, literally not hearing what he had said this time.
You hadn't noticed that all of the times you had started to cut was mostly at three in the morning or so when you hadn't slept at all and you woke him up becuease he wanted you to tell him.
He would stay up until you went back to bed, usually cuddled up with you, fighting to stay awake until you where.
"Y/n. deal or no?" He says and you think it over.