tw: implied smut

y/n felt underdressed compared to him- he was always wearing that business suit now. tightly fitted and expensive looking. she missed seeing him wearing casual clothes outside, not so serious.

"when we're out...people might look-" he sighed.

"because you're so famous...?" she smiled. he chuckled- nodding.

"yeah-" he grabbed her hand, walking down that fancy hallway again. tubbo and schlatt stepped out of his office, confused looks appearing on their faces.

"schlatt-?" tubbo started, schlatt put his hand up in response,

"it's fine-" he grinned. that charming one- from before, intoxicating. she smiled, his hand still squeezing hers. they stepped out of the building, a big car sat patiently, rumbling in front of them. she furrowed her brows confusingly.

"is this..?-" she started,

"c'mon" he tugged her forward, opening the door for her. she chuckled implausibly, stepping into the car. he closed the door behind her, walking over and entering the other side. the leather seats felt cold underneath her. this all felt so surreal. schlatt knocked on the glass in front of him, signaling the driver to start moving.

"schlatt... this is-" she began,

"i know... just go with it" he smiled, rubbing her thigh. she nodded. the ride was short, schlatt adored seeing her peeking through the windows curiously, smiling at people walking by. schlatt wasn't blessed with such positivity as she was.

"where are we going...?" she asked him, she didn't mind any place really- she just liked being out, with him. he sighed,

"its a surprise" he grinned, rubbing her thigh again. when the car had stopped, schlatt stepped out first- y/n following. he adjusted his suit. the building stood glamorously, it was a shop, an expensive-looking one.

"schlatt-" she repeated,

"c'mon" he grinned again, walking over and pulling y/n into the building. entering in, the smell of expensive perfume and silk hit her roughly, clouding her head like a drug. the room felt golden, the light warm, and even the tiles looked expensive. she looked around, a little shocked. "anything you want... it's yours" he stated, a charming look spread across his face.

"really...?" she smiled confusedly, tilting her head. he nodded, eyeing her to go forward. y/n spent most of her time looking at the dresses, occasionally slipping a peek at the price tag and immediately putting it back. the first time schlatt caught her he told her not to worry about the price, the second time, he just raised his eyebrows. she didn't do it again. she'd picked out a few dresses, all of them schlatt forced her to not put back. he helped her pick out jewelry, fancy necklaces, and earrings. he couldn't help but notice her looking at the rings. she felt incredibly spoiled, what did she do to deserve all this? schlatt was looking at the makeup, obviously confused.

"you want any of this stuff...?" he chuckled, holding up some lipstick. y/n smiled,

"makeup...? no i already have some-" she replied. he shrugged,

"im gonna get you some either way- might as well tell me what you want" he raised his eyebrows teasingly. she sighed, obliging. "anything else you want...?" schlatt asked warmly, they were done now- outside of the store, where schlatt had insisted on holding all of the bags for y/n. she shook her head, he narrowed his eyes. "okay, how about that shoe store" he grinned walking down the street,

"what? i don't need new shoes!" she chuckled.

"i know you dont need them, but wouldn't it be nice to have a few?" he smirked, "like i said, im just going to get them for you anyways, might as well tell me what you want" y/n couldn't help but smile, jokingly rolling her eyes. schlatt had insisted on buying her a few pairs, expensive ones, high heels to be specific. bright red ones, golden ones, black ones, unique ones, designer ones,

"i dont have enough room for all this stuff..." she chuckled.

"just keep it at my place" he shrugged, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding yet another bag. at first she thought of his old house, the cottage she liked so much, but then she remembered the spacey new one he had, it would definitely fit there.

"dont you want anything...?" she mumbled,

"i already got a lot of stuff..." he smiled down at her. the day was getting darker, the sun was setting now. the driver packed the bags into the trunk, with careful instructions from schlatt not to damage anything. driving again, the dark sky echoed with comfort, headlights, streetlights and stars blended together through the car window.

"now where are we going...?" she asked curiously,

"dinner" he smiled, rubbing her thigh. music ran through the restaurant, handsome smells of expensive food taunted the senses. y/n once again felt underdressed. a lobster tank sat bubbling in the seating room. she watched the lobsters, schlatt being as observant as a child, walked over. "which one do you want?" he grinned.

"you can choose...?" she tilted her head, he nodded.

"pick one" he chuckled, she furrowed her brow, examining the lobsters,

"erm- that one?" she pointed to a specifically abnormally spotted one. schlatt snapped towards a waiter, calling him over and pointing at the lobster, receiving a nod. schlatt and y/n followed him to their seats, right next to a large window for a wall. a beautiful setup, with an even more beautiful view. y/n sat awkwardly, she didn't feel like she fitted in with all these people- not like schlatt did. he sat there, eyeing her, his elbows resting confidently on the table.

"so- what do you think...?" he smiled charmingly at her. she shrugged,

"its a lot" she chuckled.

"i know- but its nice right...?" he tilted his head. she nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. he dropped his hand below the table, lovingly squeezing hers. "it's something to get used to..." he reassured. she nodded again. a flash was heard from outside the window on the balcony, and another, until it became a symphony of lights and flashes, paparazzi. of course. schlatt sighed, an annoyed look on his face. he let go of y/n's hand "fuck-" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes,

"are you okay...?" she frowned, something obviously wrong. he nodded. "you sure...?" she mumbled, worry growing in her voice, he looked so terribly stressed.

"yeah-" he sighed again, "waiter!" he called over urgently, the waiter scurried over in response. "will you please get them the fuck out of here!?" he ordered, handing the waiter a hundred dollar bill and shooing him off. schlatt rubbed his forehead, y/n frowned, reaching her hand over and lovingly holding his. he sighed, hanging his head down. she kept rubbing small, gentle circles into his palm with her thumb until they were all gone. he sighed again, more calmly this time, "thank you..." he mumbled, pulling her hand up and kissing it, she smiled. "i love you, y/n" he mumbled.

"i love you too, schlatt" she whispered.

"i dont know how i'd be here if it wasn't for you..." he kept her hand pressed against his lips, intertwined with his fingers. as much as schlatt enjoyed the limelight and his presidency- some things he just needed for himself, he didn't want to share.