warning: mentions of self harm and eating disorders
from michael:
i feel so fat. i want to throw up but i'm scared. what do i do, lukey? im just so sad all the time...
to michael:
michael you are fucking beautiful. im so glad you're my boyfriend.
dont you fucking dare think about cutting or bulimia or anorexia or any of that shit.
you're beautiful just the way you are, you hear me?
from michael:
yes.
to michael:
and im not just saying that. at lunch, im gonna make sure youre eating all your food, and that you dont throw it up afterwards either.
im gonna make sure youre not cutting, too. im gonna check your wrists everyday. i might even check your thighs if i feel like i need to. okay?
from michael:
okay. thank you.
to michael:
no problem. all i want is for you to be happy and healthy.
from michael:
luke?
to michael:
yes?
from michael:
can you just make sure you're not doing those things either?
from michael:
... luke?
to michael:
of course, kitten.
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Love Yourself... Please? || Muke
Fanfictiein which luke makes sure michael is happy and healthy, but forgets to do so to himself. [lowercase intended]
