Hi heck hello! Yes I know this is very overdone, but it was bugging me and I was cringing so hard at this old fanfiction. So please while I work on the second part of "I love you".
So ready? Here we go!
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⚠️Warnings⚠️
Sex/Smut
Angst
Praise Kink
Crying
Self Degradation/Low Self Esteem
Contemplations Of Self Harm
Anorexia/Bulimia Implication
Depression/Mental Illness
Graphic Depictions of Intrusive Thoughts/Behavior
Impulsive Behavior
Counting Calories
Stretch Marks/Self Harm Scars
Autophobia/Pistanthrophobia
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Pairings: Moxiety - Virgil × Patton
Summary: Virgil continually had a depleted self value, he under no circumstances saw himself as something to aw at. He is persistently counting calories in addition to what he eats for the reason that of how he sees his body, but his boyfriend Patton if truth be told cherishes Virgil's body moreover is frequently kissing, squishing otherwise solely for the most part giving him along with his body affection but after that doesn't work he shows how to a great extent he adores him regardless of his imperfections.
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Virgil had continually depleted self-value, the almost muted whispers of the dark entities within his mind. Each whisper was akin to a knife tearing into his skin as it plunged deep into his brain, which easily couldn't be erased from his consciousness.
The soft creaks of the maple wood as a man stepped inside the restroom, his faded curls hooding his eyes. His feet touched the cold metallic surface of the scale. His movement halted while his eyes fixated on the small digits as they rose continually before coming to a stop. He could feel tears swelling within his brown orbs. The tears slowly spanned the length of his jawline.
The rustling of the bed sheets awoke his fiancee, his eyelids fluttering at the soft movement. His hand was slowly dragging across the silk texture of the sheets. His hand seemed to be looking for someone. His eyes slowly opened whilst his hand continued to run against the silk sheets where his fiancee once slept, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position as his secondary hand reached for a fluffy robe. His hands tied the robe closed.
His footsteps were muffled by the fluffy slippers he wore, stepping into the hallway as he made his way past the bathroom. He paused when the sound of muted sobs filled his ears, gently grasping the knob of the bathroom door as his knuckles very softly knocked. He knew it might trigger Virgil's PTSD if he were to just walk in.
