SchlattBur Oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Broken Hand (Pt.2)

Heres the part two no one asked for lol

3red Person P.O.V

After a few hours of watching the random show he found, Schlatt noticed Wilbur was still asleep, out cold.

He was just a tiny bit annoyed because Wilbur was clinging on to him tight, and Schlatt was getting a little uncomfy and needed to get up a move a bit. But he couldnt, because he didnt want to wake Wilbur up, as he just endured alot of pain and is now tired, not to mention he has to wear a cast on his main hand for at least 6 weeks now.

Sighing, he opened up Twitter on his phone. He decided it would be funny to flirt with James Charles a bit more, but then got bored of that after a while.

He got a text from the Chuckle Sandwhich group chat (You should go listen to their podcasts) from Ted asking him and Charlie of they wanted to film a podcast later today or whenever they wanted. Schlatt sent a text back saying he couldnt right now because he had a sleepy, broken handed Wilbur.

After a few more hours of boredom, Schlatt fell asleep.

At around 3 in the morning, Wilbur woke up from a nightmare, breathing heavily and eyes darting around. He thought of how he needed his inhaler (Yes my Wilbur has asthma) or else shit would go down, and rememberd putting it in his pocket before they had left.

He sat up, took it out and took a deep inhale using it. Only then did he realize that him and Schlatt were on the couch, Schlatt dead asleep, with some cheesy rom-com movie playing quietly.

Confused, he laid back down to his position cuddling Schlatt and slowly falling back asleep.

In the morning, Schlatt woke up, feeling pain in his neck and back from sleeping in a sitting up but reclined position on the couch.

He looked down noticing Wilbur was gone, so he struggled to get up, but managed to do it, and started to search for Wilbur.

He found him in their bedroom, seeing that he managed to change from his black jeans and white shirt with a black jacket to his soft yellow sweater and black leggings, he had his normal beanie on aswell.

He was trying to wipe off his round glasses, but was struggling due to only having one usable hand, and it wasnt his dominant hand.

Schlatt limped a bit into the room, still in some pain from sleeping on the couch, and helped Wil wipe his glasses off.

Wilbur noticed that Schlatt had a strained look on his face while rising up from his crouching position.

"Hey, you ok there love?" Will asked.

"Yep, never felt better." Schlatt replied a bit sarcastically.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just regretting my choices in letting you cuddle up next to me on the couch and then not waking you up when you fell asleep and being in a uncomfortable position on the couch all night." Schlatt replied with a annoyed but pained tone.

Wilbur looked at him with a bit of a suprised face and started apologizing a lot.

"Your fine Wil, you were tired after breaking you fucking hand and having to go do all these tests at the hospital for gods sake, I'll just take some medicine or some shit."

"Still, it's my fault I got hurt in the first place.. I should be way more careful.. I'm sorry.."

Part 3 anyone?? 👀👀