𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ଽ⸙͎۪۫ ‧₊˚ schlattbur. || DISCONTINUED

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁 looked down, chuckling softly as the brit sung to him, oh the way he felt. he found his voice soothing. something he could listen to for hours. and thats something he did often- wilbur enjoyed strumming his guitar and singing things off the top of his head. every once in awhile he would suddenly play a song they both knew- leading to them singing their hearts out together. the ram wasnt a singer. but wilbur still loved his quiet, gentle singing. he mentioned one day it would be cute for them to have their own song. 

the song ended. wilbur watched schlatt let out a sigh, but one of the happy ones, he looked up with a smile. " you have a nice voice. " " you have a nice smile. " he noticed the ram getting blushy. he punched wils shoulder before mumbling, " oh shut up. youre cheesy. " 

they fit together like puzzle pieces. schlatts chaoticness went perfect with wilburs calmness. although schlatt wasnt so social with people and never really liked speaking- he was always the one to make the group laugh, or to silence someone by calling them out. the brit found it funny whenever schlatt got defensive. he would huff and try his best to prove his point; get out of situations he didnt wanna be in. but they were friends. obviously friends are allowed to say and think things about eachother. maybe they /both/ were wanting something different. long nights of stargazing, walking around, hanging out, or calling eachother while schlatt did business with connor. moments where wilbur had to disappoint schlatt by not kissing him. 

he noticed how they would almost connect lips sometimes. he didnt know why he didnt just kiss the ram. schlatts beautiful eyes would close halfway, a small smile and blush slapped on his face. he always leaned in. but wilbur would run his fingers through his hair and lean back. its not like he didnt wanna kiss schlatt, it was as if something was stopping him. it hurt to see schlatts excitement die down. he really hated it. 

then it hit him. they had been staring at eachother for god knows how long. lost in their thoughts. 

" wilbur. i love you. "

wilbur set down his guitar. " i love you too, schlatt. " he stood up, the ram standing up with him. " hope you liked that performance. " wilbur stretched. " 'ts one of my favorites. " schlatt hugged him and rested his chin on his chest, looking up at wil with those stunning eyes. god he wanted to kiss him so badly. 

a few seconds of silence. 

then it happened. wilbur leaned down and pressed their lips together.

;  ok im lazy picture ur own ending BWHAGJS

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