| Schlattbur Oneshots |

christmas special ;)

(TW: SLIGHTLY GORY MENTION + BLOOD)

schlatt looked around at the array of people that he didn't know. he was leaning against a counter off to the side, waiting for someone, anyone he knew to come up and say hi. but none of his friends were here yet, and he knew his social anxiety wouldn't allow him to talk to the strangers crowded around him.

'please', he thought. 'please let someone come soon.'

and someone did come. but it was one of the last people he wanted to see. "schlatt! hey!", called out a deep voice with a very pronounced british accent. schlatt's eyes darted up from the floor, searching for the noise. his entire body perked up until he saw who had called his name.

him, with his stupid curly hair and stupid brown eyes you could get lost in. those stupid glasses that weren't even real, and his stupidly amazing wardrobe. the stupid way he towered over the stupid crowd of drunken idiots. wilbur. soot.

wilbur.

fucking.

soot.

schlatt sighed and tried to hide amongst the others but wilbur's height gave him the advantage and he easily found his way over to schlatt.

"thank god you're here, i don't know any of these people", wilbur laughed with relief as he sidled up to schlatt's side, leaning against the wall with one arm. it made schlatt feel small. he didn't like it.

"hm.. yeah", schlatt muttered, seeing out of the corner of his eye wilbur's frown.

"is something the matter? you always get this way when i'm around", wilbur questioned, his face curious but his eyes firm.

schlatt opened his mouth to respond, but shut it and shook his head. he honestly didn't know why he hated wilbur so much. he had no reason to.

wilbur's frown deepened and before he got out a word some random guy came up to them both. "y'all lookin for brendan?", he slurred. wilbur took charge and nodded, and the guy turned around and motioned for them to follow.

it was an adventure, the three trying to maneuver through the crowd. but they made it over to an open door arch and a small-ish room with a fire place. it was mostly empty except for some friends from the smp.

"he's right there", the guy said, pointing a shaky finger at sneeg.

"alright, thanks", wilbur said, not making any attempt to move towards the group yet. he seemed super distracted for some reason, and a light pink spread across his face. schlatt stared at him in confusion.

sneeg turned his head towards them. "hey guys! i was wondering when you'd get here."

"we've both been here for awhile, sneeg. we just didn't know where to go."

"huh, well you can't go anywhere know until you-know-what. seems like your buddy there already knows what's up schlatt."

schlatt cocked his head and glanced at wilbur, who looked extremely flustered. he then glanced up, since that's what sneeg emphasized. he felt his heart drop and splatter onto the ground in a big, bloody, goopy mess.

"mistletoe..", he hadn't even realized he mumbled the words. he looked back at wilbur, who gave him a sheepish smile. schlatt groaned.

"i'm not doing this", he stated firmly. wilbur, perhaps a little too eagerly, jumped in.

"but you have to! it's the rules y'know. i'm..", he paused, a smirk slowly appearing on his face before continuing "I'm sure you'd like it anyway." he leaned against the doorframe, making schlatt once again feel very small.

"i'm not gay, dude! i refuse."

"c'mon.. please, princess?"

"i-"

"you're a sucker for that, aren't you?"

"no."

"you're lying."

"..no"

"ok c'mere i'm done with you now-"

wilbur grabbed schlatt's waist with one arm and with the other lifted his chin up towards wilbur's lips. schlatt had only a second to try and madly scramble away but he couldn't escape wilbur's tight grip.

two sets of lips became one, and while only one pair was kissing, the other soon obliged and kissed back. they both relaxed and eyes shut, the pair drifting off into an inky abyss soon exploding with pink sparks of love.

the universe could tell these two, once connected, never wanted to part. their lips were a bridge to another world, another level of consciousness only they were aware of and only they could reach.

but that bright and colorful world was quickly darkening with the lack of oxygen. so try as the world might to keep them together, they had to part. both sets of eyes slowly opened again, still drunken on each other's love. high from the other's touch.

they weren't even aware of the others in the background, gaping at them in surprise. all they could focus on was the depth of each other's irises, finding colors, perhaps ultraviolet, that they never could see before.

it was as if a third eye had been opened for them.

the eye of love.

and that kiss was only the kindling used to form a great bonfire of love.

i love the end of this chapter so so much

some of my finest writing here

but anyways i apologize for not posting i've had terrible writers block plus i've been super busy with school. i also have a new hyperfixation alongside dsmp and that's the band ghost! i love them so much and i'm trying to do more content on them bc it's what i want to write, so go check those out if you like ghost too, and if you don't, check them out! they are awesome!

but anyways merry christmas or happy holidays, whatever you celebrate or if you celebrate at all, i hope it's a very happy day tomorrow (or today depending on time zones, it's christmas eve for me)!

love you all <3

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