loverboy- schlattbur oneshots {discontinued}

yours, forever

prompt: schlatt desperately checks up on his friend wilbur after seeing some worrying tweets.

category: angst, some make-up fluff

the all too familiar discord ringing bounced around in schlatt's head.

"wilbur..." he groaned, fear etching its way into his voice.
he had been scrolling through twitter, bored out of his mind. he was slightly stalking wilbur, the boy who he had been fascinated with since they met.
he was mindlessly dragging his thumb across the thin glass of his phone when a particular reply sparked his eye, a reply to one of wilburs tweets. it had a mere 7 likes.

"guys, you have made wilbur stop eating again. wtf? this fandom is shit."

schlatt had pursed his lips, and clicked the replies to that tweet. more people were spewing conspiracies, about how tubbo and tommy were breaking their friendship up. schlatt had rolled his eyes to those, but paid attention to the people who were talking about wilbur who had an eating disorder in the past. and appearantly it was back?

schlatt knew better to rely on twitter for the latest gossip, but this was wilbur. the man that wrote a song about suicide.
so he ran to his desk, opened discord, and rang him.

here he was, tapping his foot impatiently. fingers tensed on top of his keyboard, every bit of him was uncomfortable and worried. it was a truly unfamiliar feeling.

after a painful 5 rings, schlatts cursor hovered over the hang up button, but wilbur soon answered, his face cam on.

his brown curls enveloped his face, eyes focused on the screen. his lips were curved upward- perfectly plump as they always seemed to be.
"hey schlatt," he smiled, his teeth flashing. after a beat, his smile faded. "i dare you to turn on your camera."

schlatt smirked, the usual banter dripping into the usual conversation. schlatt turned on his camera, delicately, with the click of his mouse. his hair was messy and untamed, and he frantically glanced around, but couldn't find a hat.
"wilbur soot." schlatt drew out his name with his tongue, gracing over every vowel.

"hello shlit." he itched his cheek, his mouth curving to the side.

schlatt growled, jokingly. "dont fucking call me that."

wilbur laughed, the deep rumble of his vocal chords escaping his throat. he slipped back into reality and bore the question of, "why'd you call? do you need something?"

schlatt pursed his lips, endless words threatening to seep and escape from them.
"wilbur i-" he sighed, moving his hands from his keyboard and into his lap.

"are you okay?" schlatt eventually said, staring directly at him. it wasn't banter, it wasn't a joke, schlatt was serious. and he was seriously worried.
wilbur picked up on this the moment he joined the call- he could sense the unfamiliar mood that had somehow traveled across an unmovable ocean.

"schlatt." wilbur laughed, careful not to be weird. "where is this coming from?"

"wilbur- i'm worried. we haven't talked and..your streams are different. you've been different." schlatt picked at his lip. worry coated his entire face. his brow was furrowed, lips down turned, and concern lined his eyes.
"people are saying-"

wilbur cut him off. "schlatt, when have you ever cared?"

the call fell silent, as wilbur quickly looked away, giving his gaze to something else. a bit of him regretted saying that- but it opened the door that needed to be opened.

"will?" he sounded, his voice strained.

"schlatt- i feel like quicksand. i feel like everything i do slips through my fingers." wilbur held his head in his hands, grasping his hair. it broke schlatt to know he couldn't be there with him.
"i'm loosing everyone as i slip under."

"will don't say that. your not loosing anything."

"oh yeah schlatt? really? thanks." he laughed, doubtful and mocking.

"no. dont spin this on me." schlatt combated. "will, you haven't lost me."

wilbur looked up, hands resting on his cheeks. those lips which were upturned 5 minutes ago where now down and pursed. like he was holding back something.

"and you never will." schlatt laughed. "your funny, combative, and pretty." he made sure to emphasize pretty. "your a complete steal of a deal, if i must say."

wilbur stared into the camera, examining schlatts eyes. schlatt was smiling, his curved teeth out for him to see. he loved the way he had a glisten in his eye- a glisten of honesty.

"schlatt, why are you saying this now?"

"because i've always wanted to. and you need to hear this, one way or another."

wilbur smiled, a gentle, pleased relaxation of his lips.
"schlatt?"

"yeah, wilbur?"

with a careful and delicate voice, wilbur soon spoke, his accent coating thick over his diminished words.
"come visit me."