Random OneShots

I won't be mad

By: Ssssbeautie0fanficnsss on Ao3

Dnf

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George woke up in the middle of the night turning around excepting to see he's sleeping husband peaceful face, but to his surprise he wasn't there. He sight getting up from the bed to look around for him. He already had an idea of what he was doing, but decided to try and check still.

He started by the kitchen. Nothing. Then he looked trough the living room. Again, nothing. He tried Clay's office, but again nothing. He sight making his way over to the bathroom, the light could be seen trough the crack under the door and muffled sounds could be heard.

George softly knocked on the door before speaking, "Clay, I'm going to come in in five seconds."

He knew he wouldn't get an answer and he wasn't expecting one. He always knocked before and let him some time before walking in. He didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he probably already feel. He also didn't want to startle him, so he started counting in his head.

One..

..two..

..three..

..four..

..five

He softly twisted the doorknob pushing slowly the door opened. His eyes Immediately landed on Clay; two fingers shoved down his throat making him gag until he trough up all he ate. Tears rushing down his eyes. Breath hitching.

George made his way to Clay rubbing his back soothingly, he knew he wouldn't stop him. Sometimes he would, sometime he wasn't too late, but today he was. And that was okay. He couldn't stop him every time, as long as he was with him after.

Clay trough up whatever was left in his stomach before backing away. George flush out the vomit and put down the seat. He sit Clay down on the seat giving him a glass of water. Clay chug it removing the taste of gastric acid from his now sour mouth. George gave Clay a peck on the forehead wiping some more tears that had fallen.

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Clay was laying his head on George's chest letting out soft hiccups and sniffles every one in a while. George had been stroking gently Clay's hair while whispering some 'you're okay' or 'I'm not mad'. It had been comforting Clay a lot actually.

George had waited for Clay to speak and after a few seconds he actually did, "I didn't want to wake you."

George took a breath before choosing the right words to answer, "It's okay Clay. I won't force you to wake me up if you don't want to. Just know I won't be mad if you do, never." He kiss the top of his forehead as Clay drifted off to sleep.

"I love you," George mumbled before at his turn drifted off to sleep.

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The next night Clay had his eyes wide open. All he could think about was the pasta he ate at dinner. He couldn't keep them in. If he kept them in he'll gain weight. He needs to be skinnier. George won't like him anymore if he gains weight. He can't get weight. He has to get it out and he needs to do it now.

Clay slowly got up making sure not to wake George up. As he walked over to the door George's words came back to his mind,

"It's okay Clay. I won't force you to wake me up if you don't want to. Just know I won't be mad if you do, never."

Clay slowly made his way over to George he seemed so peaceful while sleeping, that almost made Clay turn around and trow his guts up, but George said he would never be mad.

Clay tapped George's elbow saying a soft 'George'. George started stirring up his eyes opening softly. Them immediately landed on Clay who seemed to be tearing up and playing with his hands anxiously. George knew what was up and he scooted further motioning for Clay to come in his arms. He immediately snuggled in his arms letting soft cries.

George stroke his hair gently humming to a song that usually calms Clay down. It helped him calm down enough to make him let out only some tears as he started speaking, "I'm s-sorry I shouldn't have w-woken you up. I j-just was going to th-the bathroom..and you said y-you wouldn't b-be mad a-at me." He stuttered out.

George let out a small sight choosing his words before speaking, "Clay I'm not mad, I really am not. I'm glad you did actually. Would you be comfortable enough to tell me why you were going to go?"

Clay's breath hitched at the tough of telling his husband how he felt. "Hey, it's okay if you don't want too," George comforted him.

Clay shook his head before starting to explain, "I..If I eat I'll g-gain weight a-and if I gain w-weight y-you won't like m-me anymore." He quickly buried his face in George's chest letting more tears fall.

George took a breath in before speaking he was mad his husband tough of himself like this, but he was also hurt he did. "Clay, you are perfect just they way you are. You are beautiful and I mean that. But you know what, it's okay to feel like this and if you ever do I'm always here for you and I always will be. I love you, Clay," he said kissing his forehead.

"I love you too," Clay mumbled.

That made George smile, he needed to hear his husband say that he really needed that. And even if right now things were hard they knew things would get better, because they love each other.