Michael Clifford sickfics

Skinny love

Request by LelisLoveS2

Warning!!!
-depression
-bulimia
-self harm

Muke fluff

Okay but Luke rubbing Mikey's tummy will be the death of me (as well lol)

This is short and shitty I'm sorry

Anyhow.........
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Michael used to be pudgy, he had a little tummy that was always prominent that Luke absolutely adored, usually having a hand on it when they cuddled. This was at the beginning of their relationship, after about 2 years of Michael having cute cuddly chub, Luke noticed Michael's clothes get baggier. Michael's thighs got thinner, his tummy became flat, his clothes were baggy, he only wore pants and long sleeves, and his eyes showed emotional pain. Luke was extremely worried for his boyfriend, what was happening to the once pudgy boy he loved? Michael was sitting on Luke's lap, Luke's arms around his thin waist as they cuddled and he freaked out inside because he could feel his ribs underneath his baggy sweater. "Mikey?" Luke asked and Michael hummed in response, "Are you okay?" Luke asked and he felt Michael tense up, "F-fine." Michael mumbled and fiddled with his sweater paws. "Babe, you don't look fine." Luke frowned, "Luke I'm fine." Michael stated and Luke dropped it, making a mental note to make him talk about it a diffrent time. A week went by and the 2 were having a date night, Michael was barely eating his pasta and was softly gagging after each tiny bite he took, all of this really concerning Luke. "Mikey, you're barely eating. You feeling okay?" Luke asked as he held Michael's hand from across the table, "Yeah, I'm okay, just not feeling that good right now but I'm fine." Michael (fake) smiled and he tugged on his sweater sleeves when they moved up ever so slightly, then Luke saw something that he was praying was just mind fucking with him; raised red cuts on Michael's pale skin. "I'll be right back." Michael mumbled and got up, speed walking to the bathroom and Luke knew he shouldn't, but slowly followed the boy. Luke heard Michael crying and he slowly stepped in, seeing his pale boyfriend hunched over the toilet and a finger in his throat. "Michael?" Luke mumbled and the pale boy jumped, sobbing letting out a sob and he put his face in his hands. Luke rushed over and cradled Michael in his lap, "I-I-I'm sorry." Michael sobbed into Luke's chest, "Shhhh, kitten calm down, it's okay." Luke cooed as Michael continued wailing like he was dying, apologizing profusely. "Michael, how long have you been doing this?" Luke asked, "S-six m-months." Michael stammered and Luke's heart shattered, "Can you roll up your sleeves kitten?" Luke asked and Michael slowly rolled up his sleeves, his hands shaking as his pale scarred skin was exposed. Dozens of scars littered his skin and Luke just held his arm, not having any words. "Th-there are s-some on my th-thighs too." Mikey stammered and Luke pulled him into his chest, hugging him softly like he could break from too much pressure. "H-help me." Michael whimpered, "I'll help you baby, I know we can do this." Luke cooed and kissed Michael's cheek.