Request : @uabestboi
Warning: so at the end I kinda went off so if your Not okay with blood and about suicide attempt please don't read belch's imagine
Henry Bowers ✡︎
You exited your classroom with a frown. The teacher had somehow droned on and made a book you once loved, boring as hell.
But like usual, Henry Bowers stood outside of the door. Hands in his pockets and a glare set on his face. You huffed.
Henry has grown attracted to you, and had been walking you from class to class and often walked you home. You couldn't lie, you liked him too, but you wanted to see just how far he would go to stay in your daily life.
"Finally. I've been waiting forever." He grumbled. Throwing an arm around your shoulders, walking along with you towards your locker.
"You don't have to wait for me if you don't want too, I mean if it's such a bother to wait for three seconds." You shrugged, stopping in front of your locker and stepping away from Henry's arm. You could somehow hear the roll of his eyes as he leaned against the locker beside yours.
"I didn't say it was a bother idiot."
You couldn't help but smile. He had pushed so much away to see you every day and be around you as much as possible. So, you grabbed your binder, closed your locker and stepped closer to Henry.
"Thank you Henry." You smiled, gently moving towards him and letting your lips gently press against his. The touch was feather like, barely there, but the way his lips were smooth and warm made you want more, though you pulled away. Falling back on the back of your feet, just realizing you had to step on your tippy toes to reach his lips.
His face was red. His eyes widened and confused.
You giggled gently kissing his cheek before walking towards your next class, knowing he would still be too star struck to move.
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"That was no fair. You can't just kiss me like that without getting a punishment." Henry breathed huskily, you were pushed up against his door, his knee was in between your legs and your arms were pinned above your head.
His lips pressed against yours, nothing like the kiss you gave him before. His lips more needy and wanting. His hands let go of yours as he harshly gripped your hips. Pulling you against him. You let your hands wrap around his shoulders, using one hand to grip at his hair. He groaned against your lips before pulling away.
His lips pressed together tightly as he walked a stepped back, your mouth opened slightly, about to beg him to com back before you noticed something.
Small red lines were indented on the skin of Henry's inner arm, and you wanted to hit yourself for just realizing them now.
You reached towards him, suddenly feeling like everything was crashing on you. Hen try noticed this, stepping towards you quickly. His hand going to cup your face, though before he could do that, your fingers curled around his wrist. Causing him to flinch, even though your grip wasn't tight.
"Henry...w-what's this?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much. You gently moved his arm so his wrist was facing towards him. His eyes glanced to his arm then back to you.
He ripped his arm out of your grasp and turned away. Mumbling incoherent words. You felt anger flash on your face as you reached for his arm again.
"Henry. This is serious." You frowned.
Henry looked at you, glancing from your grip on his arm to your face. You saw the tough demeanour fall off his face.
"It's really nothing Y/n."
"Henry. These," you raised his arm, showing the red marks along his arm, "aren't nothing. If you need to talk about anything I'm here." You whispered softly, gently pulling him towards you.
Though once he was close enough his arms wrapped around you. Tightly.
You felt as if all of your breath was shot from your body. His arms crushing. Then you realized he was sobbing.
You felt your shoulder dampening from his tears. Once the shock left your mind, you gently wrapped your own arms around him, rubbing his back in slow circles.
"I-it's not my fault." He sobbed, his voice cracking. Your mouth opened slightly.
"Henry, I understand. Just tell me." You hummed, pulling away slightly.
"Mom left. I guess you know that because she's not around. Dad started drinking. Started hitting."
You felt the words seep in your mind. At first it was weird, but the more it sunk in you felt it stung your heart.
"Oh Henry, I really don't plan on leaving. I'll make sure he never hits you again. You can stay with me. No matter what."
Victor Criss ✞
Victor wanted to fall asleep. He didn't want to listen his math teacher groan on and on and on about stupid ratios.
He felt horrible. Well more like shit. You were so smart. Always scoring the highest scores. Always making the way into the highest classes.
How could someone as smart as you be interested in him. He was stupid. Yeah, he passed every class with high 50's low 60's, but how could he compete with the 90's you seemed to get in every class? How could he support you going to the highest schools when he probably wouldn't be able to follow you.
What if he held you back? What if you didn't go to a certain school because you didn't want to leave him behind?
He couldn't do that. He cussed to himself. Not realizing his nails were digging into the side of his arm until the blood made his fingers sticky.
He carefully maneuvered his way to the bathroom. Basically begging the teacher to let him go. Mr. Allan allowed it, only because Victor whispered that he would piss on the papers if he wasn't allowed. That made the teacher basically kick him from the class to go.
Victor cursed again.
Three months. Three months of no scratches and no hurt. Though the scars in his hips were proof that it had been happening longer than he would like to admit.
You just thought they were scars from falling of the bike and small childhood accidents. He always made sure he would make the wounds in the same place that the scars sat. He didn't want you to worry.
The blood was almost pouring from his arm, and he hoped you wouldn't see him.
"Oh hey baby! Skipping class again?" Your voice was so easy to pick out, though it didn't help when your arms wrapped around his waist, your lips gently pressing against the side of his neck. He shivered.
"So while I'm able to ask, I wanted to know if after school you wante-"
He froze when your voice stopped. He finally noticed that you had realized the blood on his arms, and before he could even say anything you were in front of him. Your hands careful as they moved around the wound.
"Babe, what happened?" You asked, tugging him behind you as you pushed him into the girls bathroom, carefully making sure that no one noticed as you locked yourselves into a stall.
"Your telling me right now what happened." Victor couldn't stop himself from looking at his feet. He started shaking his foot suddenly taping against the floor.
"It's nothing." He responded, his voice cracking. He noticed the sudden hurt appearing on your face. Though you brushed it off obviously and grabbed a whole bunch of toilet paper gently trying to clean the wound without hurting him.
Victor couldn't help but stare. Your hair fell in front of your eyes, your fingers gently dabbing at his would, the blood slowly being soaked up, but it wasn't stopping.
"Y/n. I have something to tell you."
You looked up, confusion clouding your eyes.
"The scars on my hips aren't from accidents or falling over my bike. Their scratches. Sometimes when I get anxious or upset I rub at my skin. I've been trying not to let you notice so I usually tried to rub in the same spots. But other times I'll rub my knuckles against my jeans and just tell you I punched something." He explained quickly, your mouth opened and closed. Taking in the words he said.
"Vic, my love. Why haven't you ever told me? I never would've judged. Hun, I'm here for you, through better and for worse." You whispered. Keeping pressure on the wound with your fingers but gently pressing a kiss in his cheek. "Victor Criss. I am here for you. No matter what ever happens. I will be here to talk, that's what being in a relationship is about. I'm not here to tell you that this is a deal breaker. I'm not gonna tell you thinks that will make you feel worse about it. I love you, and everything that comes with it, but Vic, please, I don't want you to hurt."
Victor wanted to cry. Though instead he pushed your arm away and wrapped you in his embrace. Pressing his lips against yours. He didn't know what to say, but he hoped you would know that he understood.
So when you kissed back he was unbelievably happy. He wanted to last in this happiness forever. To enjoy the happiness you were giving him.
"Y/n, I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry for never telling you but please, please don't get mad at me." He whimpered when you pulled away. Though has your hand brushed through his hair, your lips pulling into a delicate smile, and pressed one last small kiss against his lips.
"Victor. I love you too, and believe me I will never leave." You smiled, Victor wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. Careful not to press his bloodied arm against your shirt.
"I believe you."
Patrick Hocksetter
It seemed like everyone knew it. Except you.
Patrick liked fire. So everyone knew that sometimes, the fire would touch his skin. Cause bigger and deeper burns each time.
But you didn't know. Of course until Greta "big mouth" told you.
"Hey Y/n, you should learn to get your husband under control." She smirked with a soft shrug. Smirking inti the bathroom mirror.
"Greta, were not officially married till graduating. Learn the phrases." You shot back.
"Personally I would never marry someone who burns himself to feel pain. He was caught in social today. He must not wash up very often cause his skin smelt disgusting when it burned." She flipped her stupid dark brown over her shoulder. Holding her nose.
"What are you talking about?" you asked. Turning so you could fully face Greta. For a split second she actually looked sorry, though with a smack of her lips (that had a bit too much lip gloss) it faded quickly.
"Oh you didn't know? Patrick had MANY scars. As a fiancée I would've assumed that you knew." She sarcastically frowned before giving another flip of her hair and walking out of the bathroom, just as soon as the bell rung, meaning everyone was finally dismissed from school.
"Hey sweet cheeks." Patrick slung an arm lazily around your shoulders. You glared at him. Shrugging it off.
"Don't 'hey sweet cheeks' me."
Patrick glances at you, easily keeping up with your fast steps, for the first time in forever you hated his long legs.
"Fuck what did I do now?"
"Okay, so first of all, why did I have to hear FROM GRETA FUCKING BOWIE that you, you don't trust me basically. I love you pat. But I have to find out from the biggest mouth in our school that you harm yourself." You stopped, turning to face him. "Patrick we are engaged. We have been dating for years, yet this is the first time that I find out about this? You tell me that those scars on your body are from your dad beating you. I stood up for you! Yet now I find out that most of them are from your fucking lighters?" You yelled, your fingers jabbing towards him, your voice heightened as you felt your eyes water.
You didn't care that people were looking, you didn't care that some of the kids stopped to look and stare.
"Y/n I didn't fucking tell you because I couldn't. I didn't want you to freak out like your doing now. You don't think that I wanted to tell you? Well fuck you Y/n. I tried over the last 6 years to tell you. I tried over our engagement and our wedding planning to tell you. Can't you give me some fucking credit?" He yelled back.
"How the fuck am I supposed to give you FUCKING CREDIT?! You lied. You lied to me about this stupid fucking AHHHH." You screamed. You stomped away.
After everything.
After yelling at his father, after moving in a small apartment with him because you didn't want him to hurt anymore. You knew that some of those scars were caused by his father but after having suck a bomb being dropped on your head, you couldn't internalize it.
When you finally made it to your shared apartment you crawled into bed and cried.
How could you not notice? The new scars even after leaving the house, the new wounds. How could you not see it? The door opened, causing your body to tense, though the tears kept coming.
"Y/n..." Patrick's voice called. You felt his weight dip into the bed. His hand gently rubbed at your leg as he sighed.
"Y/n, I promise I have a good reason. I didn't want you to be mad at me. For lying and for not telling you about anything. I love you. So fucking much. I'm so grateful for having you take me out of that house. I'm so grateful for you being the happiness that I've longed for. Baby, you are everything to me, I couldn't tell you. I wanted too like I said, I just couldn't bring it up." Patrick moved up, forcing you to roll over.
"Patrick, why couldn't you just tell me. I understand you were scared, but we are together." You lifted your hand, showing him your engagement ring, you grabbed his hand. Pulling him towards you. "Hunny. We are together. And whether you like it or not I'm gonna be here for you forever. I don't want any secrets. I want you to be honest." You sighed.
Patrick used his other hand to brush your hair back, then wiping your tears away with his pinky.
"Y/n, I promise I'll tell you everything from now on. For better or for worse right? Your my soon to be wife, and I guess it's true that we should be more honest. It's just I've never had that. I've lied my whole life and I've been lied too, and I guess I should be giving you more credit because you have never lied to me. You are the first person that I've ever had that never ever lied to me. And I never gave you the same respect. I promise, that from now on, I'll be giving you the same respect."
You sniffled, sitting up so you could sit beside him. You put your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you against him tightly.
"I'm sorry I overreacted my love."
Patrick chuckled, kissing your forehead.
"I guess you could show me how sorry you really are."
Belch Huggins ∞
With a relationship of 6 months. Truth is a big role, same with respect and communication.
So you thought maybe he would've told you about it.
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You were extremely excited.
6 months. You wanted to surprise him, so you got up extra early, got his watch from the jewellers and a chain with your initials and his on the clasp. You also got him coffee and his favourite bagel from the coffee shop. You were literally skipping to his house, carefully though.
When you reached his door you felt like your heart was gonna explode out of your chest, and as your grew closer to his bedroom door, you felt as if your heart was going to burst.
You swung open the door, getting ready to wake him up, but the sight you found was worse.
Reggie was on his bed, but the white sheets were red with blood, his wrist was slit open.
All you could remember was the hot coffee falling against your feet, then the presents falling.
The hospital was stuffy, and the smell made you want to throw up. Your knee was shaking. Your heart was pounding and breathing soon became a problem.
"Y/n l/n, you can go in now." The nurse called lazily, looking at his check board. You were up before he could've finished his words.
Reggie was awake. His arm was wrapped and when he noticed you were there it was as if he stopped breathing.
"I'm sorry n/n." He whispered, you were quick to move towards him. He moved the blanket away and you crawled in beside him.
"Can you tell me why?" You croaked, you felt it all explode and soon you were sobbing. Reggie was rubbing your hair, his fingers running through the strands.
"I'm not happy. I'm happy with you, but you know everything. Having ti be something for Henry. Needing to be someone else for my parents. It was too much. I just couldn't anymore." He explained softly, you could tell he was trying not to cry by the way he was careful with talking.
"Oh Reg, why didn't you ever tell me?" You asked, Reggie stopped the massage on your head.
"How could I tell you that? How could I tell the one person who had my back from day one. How could I tell the woman I love that I didn't want to be on this earth anymore because I don't feel like I belong?"
"Reginald. I know you think your would've hurt me, but I don't want you thinking that I won't help you."
"Y/n it's not that easy. I want to be able to talk to you about it but I don't want you to feel like you need to help me and my problems. Baby, you are everything to me and I don't want to hold you back just because I don't want to be here."
"I don't care. I will be here every step of the way. You know what. Open this." You handed him the box that held his watch and the other box that held the chain.
Reginald slowly took it. Looking at you hesitantly before opening them.
He was silent as he pulled the gifts out, the watch in one hand and a chain in the other hand.
"Y/n what are these?"
"Look at the watch." You muttered.
Reggie looked at you again, more curiosity.
"Together forever, through bad and good." He whispered.
"See Reggie? I love you. I plan on loving you forever. So please. Please tell me whenever you feel like this." You whispered, gently petting his cheek before pressing a small and gentle kiss against his lips.
"I'm sorry I doubted you Y/n. Fuck I love you." Reggie kissed you again, the warmth spreading through both of your hearts