DnF Oneshots (Suggestions open!)

Fanfictions (IRL)

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Clay lay still on his bed, as not to wake the lightly snoring brunette next to him. He smiled as he watched the small body rise up and down slowly with each deep breath. He had been mindlessly scrolling through his phone, trying not to move and cause a disturbance in George's beauty rest.

He had discovered a few fanfictions that the chat kept spamming in the last stream.

Clay scrolled with a sigh until a certain story name caught his eye.

"Flowers from 1970"

Clay opened the story and read the description. Everyone who shipped him and George knew talked about this story. Each and every one of them claimed it would make him cry. Clay scoffed and opened the first page. We'll see about that now.

George awoke to a quick shaking on the bed. He groaned a little and gripped onto is pillow.
Maybe he was just imagining it.
George was startled awake again by a light sob coming from Clay's direction. George looked up and rubbed his umber brown eyes.
He shot his boyfriend a look of concern and realized that Clay was looking at his phone, crying. The brunette was extremely confused and wrapped his arms around the tall muscular figure next to him.

Clay flinched slightly. He wasn't aware that the sleepy brunette was awake yet and he wiped his tears quickly.

"Clay-? Are you crying?"

The short figure looked up at the dirty blonde and frowned. Clay sent him a kind yet nervous smile and shook his head. "I'm fine! You enjoy your beauty sleep?" Clay ruffled George's hair and the short brunette groaned at him in an annoyed manner.

"Claaay- cut that out."

Clay couldn't help but chuckle at Groggy Gogy. The boy seemed half asleep still and his words were slurred together, laced into his rather heavy accent.
He sneered as he looked back at George and mocked the accent, "Fiiine- I'll Cot et ouut."

George pouted and threw the covers over his head as his boyfriend wheezed a little. Clay poked the large bump in the covers and George and squirmed a little. George peered his head out and shot a gaze at the dirty blonde. "Why were you crying Clay?"

Clay shook his head and smiled. "Nothing you should be concerned about George." The brunette pouted and snatched Clay's phone. The dirty blonde's eyes widened as George curled back under the covers. "GEORGE-!! GIVE THAT BACK!!"
George snickered as he opened Clay's phone (The password was easy to guess as it was his own birthday)
The brunette peered at the screen, his eyes hurting from the sudden brightness. He squinted and saw what seemed to be a story.

Clay tried to yank the covers off of George with no prevail. "George- come on!!" George didn't budge and shouted with a muffle through the oversized blanket, "What's Flowers from 1970?" Clay looked a bit nervous and stood there awkwardly, his ears heating up.
"It's uh- a fanfiction that everyone keeps talking about..." George poked only his head out from his protective shell of the covers and looked at his boyfriend with a grin.

"Your crying over a fanfiction Clay?" Clay tried to pry the covers off of George with no prevail. "C'mon George... give that back-!!" George laughed even harder, "It's a DnF fanfiction too?! Come on Clay your such a simp-!" Clay felt his entire face turn red as he sat down next the the blanket blob and sighed, rubbing George's back, knowing the curled up position he was in. "You were asleep and I wanted to see what the big deal was with that specific one." George spread out the blankets and emerged from underneath with a yawn. "Well... if it's that good, your gonna read it with me later."
Clay chuckled and gave the brunette a gentle hug. "Of course. Your gonna need a shoulder to cry on after all-!" George frowned and threw his pillow at Clay.

Later Clay stood at the stove, a few pieces of bacon sizzling as he cracked some eggs onto another pan. George kept close watch as it make sure Clay didn't hurt himself. Normally the short brunette did all the cooking, but Clay demanded a turn so George hovered near, holding a fire extinguisher.

"George- is that really necessary?" George nodded and gazed down at the bacon. "If something goes wrong I don't want all your hard earned money going to waste on a burnt down house."

Clay sighed and finished up the eggs, sitting at the table next to George. Sapnap was staying with Karl at a cabin for a few weeks so they had the place to themselves.

Clay opened his phone and clicked open Wattpad. "Alright, come on George let's see if you can handle this one."

A few hours later the two cuddled on the couch, sobbing on each other. The short brunette gazed up at the other with his saddened chocolate eyes. "C-Clay... but Wilbur-!!"
Clay chuckled and wrapped his arms around the boy. "I-its okay... it's only a story..."
George continued to wail into the taller's shirt, shaking lightly.

"It's okay George... that wasn't real... I'm still here..."

George calmed down under the warm hold of the dirty blonde. He felt his face heating up and he buried his face into Clay's chest. Clay smiled gently and rubbed the brunette's back to comfort him, eventually both of them falling into the heavy grasps of sleep.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first part! Feel free to recommend any ideas and take care! ♡