trigger warnings: swearing, school fights, slight self harm and a happy ending

-H&C = Hurt and Comfort-

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School has and always will be stressful, Tyler was well aware of that, he knew he was ready to tackle whatever his shitty maths teacher threw at him, he was doing pretty well for the first two years, he had really supportive friends who were ready to help him whenever needed, they made him forget everything his family made him feel.

"TYLLLLEER!" Said male was ripped out of his thoughts as a small suit wearing male tackled hugged him.

"Craig! Holy fuck you scared the shit out of me!" Tyler laughed watching as the shorter male released him from the hug.

Craig grinned looking up at Tyler happily, "Hell yeah! It means I've still got the touch!"

"The touch? Oh god what happened while we were gone?" David asked laughing as his dirty mind went wild.

Craig's face flush deep red, "Nothing like that!" he responded shaking his head. "yet" He added quietly.

Tyler rolled his eyes, "God Nogla. How many fanfics have you written?" Tyler asked, using his nickname to tease David.

David grinned "Enough to know what happens when Craig uses his 'touch',"

"oh my god David no," Craig laughed

"David yes," David replied smirking evilly.

Tyler turned to Craig and was about to speak until a loud obnoxious ringing interrupted him.

"Shit! Gotta go guys, See you in Math's Tyler!" Craig called waving to his friends before running off to his first class located on the other side of the school building.

"Bye! I gotta go Tyler, catch you in whatever subject we have together!" David grinned high fiving Tyler before turning on his heel and marching off.

Tyler waved bye to both of them and walked down the seemingly endless halls listening to the teenagers around him gossip about one and another, he shrugged and kept walking with the crowd that had started to form, his ears picking up pieces of random conversations.

"Oh my god! I can't believe Tiffany would do that to Zach! What a whore!"

"Yeah I know right! I can't believe he still hangs out with her.."

"Dude did you see Steph's ass? I'd tap that in a heartbeat!"

"Bro, her ass is TOTALY fake."

"Bro.. No way!.."

"Evan made it into the schools hockey team!"

"No surprises there have you seen him play!?"

"Fucking gay boy Craig was talking to me today,"

'What?' Tyler though to himself, slowing his pace so he could listen in.

"Ew! Why the fuck was he trying to talk to you?"

Tyler clenched his fist.

"Dunno faggot was probably trying to get into my pants."

Tyler snapped his head to the male who was talking, the male had light brown hair, a dark blue sweater, a pierced lip, light blue jeans and some navy vans.

"What the fuck did you say about Craig?" Tyler hissed glaring at the guy. Who rose an eyebrow at Tyler's reaction.

"I didn't say anything." The teen responded.

Tyler's eye twitched as he threw his bag down to the ground and picked the kid up by his collar. "Oh. Now that you've been called out your suddenly fucking quiet, hm?"

"Put me down before this gets ugly,"

"Oh it's already getting fucking ugly," Tyler growled slamming his fist into the kids face grinning sadistically as he heard the kids nose 'crack' he then dropped the kid to his feet.

Once on the ground, the kid grabbed Tyler by the stomach and dove down onto the ground, sitting on his stomach and throwing punches at his face, after about two Tyler had managed to rolled over and pin the kid down, he made sure his punches were painful his eyes tinted with a murderous intent, the kid saw this causing his eyes widened and his face to pale in fear.

Tyler raised both of his fists and raised them above his head, he locked his fingers together and squeezed them together but before he could slam them down onto the kids skull and deliver the killing blow a pair of arms yanked Tyler off the bleeding kid.

Tyler spun around to glare at the person that saved the homophobes life, however his face relaxed slightly when he saw Craig's flat expression. Tyler laughed awkwardly trying to hide his embarrassment.

Craig sighed angrily, a noise that made Tyler shiver in fear, "Your coming with me– We need to talk." Craig ordered, his voice laced with seriousness.

Tyler gulped but nodded, feeling Craig's hand grip his arm and drag him alone, the small touch sent relaxing jolts down Tyler's spine his muscles resting and his mind clearing, the same effects of a painkiller.

(was going to end it there but I came up with a better ending)

After being dragged around the school the duo ended up on the roof where Craig turned to Tyler with a calm expression plastered on his face.

"Care to explain what happened?" He asked his eyes staring deeply into Tyler's.

"He was talking shit so I hit him."

"Tyler you almost killed him!!"

"Almost, I didn't kill him tho."

"That's besides the point what did he say that angered you so much?!"

"He was talking shit about you, okay?!"

"..."

"..."

"Tyler please don't tell me you did that for me..."

"What will you do if I said I did..?"

"This," Craig spoke, wrapping his arms around Tyler's neck pulling him down to Craig's level connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss that sent fireworks down Craig's stomach he blushed slightly when he felt Tyler wrap his arms around his waist and pull him in closer. The kiss ended when they broke off for air.

They gazed into each other's eyes for a while before Craig sighed, "I have another question before I let you off the hook." Craig mumbled gently taking one of Tyler's arms and kissing his hand.

"Can I roll your sleeve up?" Craig asked, looking deeply into Tyler's eyes to try and notice any signs of fear or panic.

Tyler hesitated but nodded, "just don't tell anyone what you see, it's our little secret okay?"

Craig nodded before slowly and carefully rolling Tyler's white hoodie sleeve up revealing a large amount of large knife cuts, they varied in size, some small and shallow the others looked larger an deeper, Craig frowned, when his eyes caught sight of a bleeding one. 'It must have reopened during the fight..' He thought to himself,

Craig looked up at Tyler gently rolling the sleeve back down. "Is it okay if I ask why?"

Tyler nodded, "It's gonna sound cliche like it was made up by some shitty book author but basically at home everyone has really high expectations, everyone acts as certain way, likes a certain food and if you don't do the same, your an outcast, a failure– basically a fucking slave to the others, my brother calls me his punching bag and whenever he gets angry he will march over to my room and punch, kick anything to get his rage out, my ma just stands and watches it all happen, she never truly cared or bothered to praise my work or success, she was so focused on her alcohol that she regularly forgot I existed.."

Craig had a look of shock horror plastered on his face, he hugged Tyler close being gentle and whispered,

"Pack your bags when you get home, your living with me."

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Welp that unorganised unplanned trash is done, originally it was going to be about Tyler turning to undered drinking and Craig pulling him out of it but I decided to keep it simple

but fuck I really need to work on my fight scenes fml

And sorry for the random hiatus I'm not supposed to be online rn Idk when I should be unbanned but hopefully it's soon

this was rushed as fuck but I still hope ye enjoyed!!