Bloodshot eyes//DNF

{late nights}

CW// intrusive thoughts, mature language, mentions of suicide, death

I'm watching George's stream while making this. (8/12/21 Bc Ik this is gonna take days to make)

A/N: (8/18/21) ITS MY BIRTHDAY:D

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It rung three in the morning and the two boys were still awake. "Clay.. I can't sleep" George groans. "Honey..have you even tried?" Clay asks, sitting up and pulling the brunet into his lap.

"Mhm" George says. "Are you sure?"

"Yeahh I'm sure"

"Honey I wanna show you something come on" Clay says, getting up as his boyfriend does the same. "Here get this hoodie on" Clay takes off his and slips it over George's shirtless body.

"Come on I wanna show you something cool" Clay says, grabbing George's hand.

They both walk downstairs, walking out the door.

-Apartment rooftop, 3:21AM-

"Clay what is this?" George gasps, clays arms around him. "I go here when I'm stressed" Clay replies, sitting down as he watches his boyfriend crouch and sit by him.

They were both sitting on the edge, watching as cars zoomed past. George got a sudden thought. What if I jumped? He asked himself.

"Watcha thinking of, George?" Clay asks, obviously seeing as George starts to get nervous. "Oh nothing.." George kicks his feet that are dangling over the edge.

"My love.. I know somethings up." Clay says. "Mmm..." George nuzzles his head into the crook of clays neck. "Are you having a bad day today?" Clay questions.

George nods. "Sugar you can tell me what's wrong" Clay says, playing with George's hair.

George stays silent.

"Come on George..." Clay really wanted George to trust him. And he wanted to make George feel safe.

"I keep thinking like..." george stammers. "I keep thinking, 'should I jump?'"

"Hey honey..if it's triggering some intrusive thoughts then we can go inside.." Clay says. "No it's fine! I like it up here" George says, feeling Clay wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"Mmm" George groans. He removes his head from Clays neck and looks down, kicking his feet. He then starts to lean foward.

Clay quickly grabs onto his waist, stopping him and pulling him back. "Not yet, hun." He says, pulling George's head against his shoulder.

George let's out a groan. "I don't wanna lose you" Clay tells him. "And I don't want you to lose yourself, either." He continues.

"But..what if I already lost myself?"

That hurt Clay too much. "Come on." He carefully picks George up, scooting back and and placing his boyfriend down.

"Honey..I'm here."

"I'm here for you. I promise you'll never lose yourself again."

He hears George let out a choked sob. "Sh..don't cry.." he says, placing his hands on George's face and wiping his tears. "You're okay buddy."

they started rocking back and forth then plummeted to their death.

Nah I'm kidding.

Anyways...

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-bedroom, 5:21AM-

"George do you want to know something?" Clay asks, playing with his hair. George looks up. "You're so beautiful." Clay says to him.