| Schlattbur Oneshots |

"stop"

schlatt sighed, bouncing his leg in anticipation. anticipation of what, he didn't know. nothing exciting was going on, it was just him and wilbur, on the couch. wilbur was on the other side, scrolling through something on his phone. schlatt had probably picked up and put down his phone millions of times.

he didn't know what to do. he felt awkward. schlatt clutched his head, feeling a headache coming on. wilbur noticed out of the corner of his eye.

"you ok, princess?" he questioned, the blue light from the phone temporarily gone as he set it down. schlatt nodded, not wanting to seem like he wasn't fine.

"..ok, if you say so," wilbur finally said after a bit, picking up his phone again.

schlatt glanced over at wilbur, who seemed so focused on his phone. he barely even checked to see if schlatt was ok. he was so preoccupied. what was he doing..?

thoughts started to swarm schlatt's mind.

"what if he's cheating on me?"

"what if he doesn't love me anymore?"

"he hates me."

"he wants to see his phone more than me."

"what's wrong with me?"

"why am i like this?"

"did i do something?"

"why is he ignoring me?"

"he's found someone else."

"he's gonna break up with me."

"he'll kick me out and leave me alone on the streets."

"i don't know britain very well, where do i go?"

"i can just tell he's fed up with me."

"i'm really annoying, aren't i?"

"i'm sure no one likes me."

"i would understand why."

the next moment, schlatt's toxic thought-filled mind cleared a bit and made him realize he hadn't been breathing. he took in a breath, and his vision also began to clear, having been very dark and blurry.

wilbur's face was right in front of his, and wilbur was waving a hand in front of his face. "schlatt, love? what's wrong?"

schlatt felt his eyes burn and a tear rolled down his cheek. he felt so overstimulated.

wilbur pulled him into a hug. usually, schlatt would latch onto him like a leech, but his arms hung uselessly at his sides. wilbur didn't love him, so why hug him?

wilbur pulled away, his hands on schlatt's shoulders. a worry line creased his forehead and he had a concerned frown. schlatt felt even worse. now wilbur would surely hate him for being such a nuisance and a crybaby.

"you don't like me, do you?" schlatt finally asked.
wilbur looked bewildered.

"what?! where in the world did you get that idea?" wilbur exclaimed, in pure shock. why would he ever think that?

"well you've been on your phone a lot and it seems like you're having more fun on there than with me. are you cheating on me? am i that boring? did i do something wrong? i would understand if you don't love me any-"

schlatt's eyes widened as he was cut off by a kiss. his eyes became half lidded before fully closing, kissing back. the two stayed like that for a while, before wilbur pulled away. he smiled.

"now stop. just be quiet, don't think like that. there is nothing wrong with you, and i love you so much. next time, just tell me you want to do something and i'll put my phone away. ok?" wilbur i gently reassured.

schlatt took a breath, and a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders. he nodded, but wilbur didn't seem satisfied.

"use your words and tell me that you understand," he said.

"ok, wil," schlatt responded quietly. wilbur grinned.

"good. now stop overthinking and come cuddle with me."

omg an update no way 🤯🤯

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