tw: implied smut

days went by, passing like airplanes into unknown directions. routine was beginning to set. loving nights, cherishing every flavor and touch, stressful days, y/n was often left alone. until that day she would always look forward to, a day he got off. it consisted of sweet sugary moments, blissful walks and conversations- always finishing the day with something sweeter, and falling asleep in eachothers arms. it always passed though, and y/n always woke the next morning to an empty bed. mornings with schlatt were a rare sight now, they used to be abundant- flooding the surfaces, and pooling over the edges. now she was left dry. she never thought she'd miss something so simple, just a morning. she wished she would've cherished them more before. she wished she hadn't woken him up so early all those days, his tired eyes fluttering with annoyance. now all she wanted was just that.

let's just stay here, he would always say, gripping her tightly, with that soft, groggy voice he always had. she never understood why he liked sleeping in with her so much, she figured he just wasn't a morning person... now she understood. she was privileged when it came to the department of affection- she was never starved of it- not until now.

you're killing me y/n, his faint voice echoed through her touch starved brain, causing her to shudder. she didn't understand why it was so hard for him then, now she did.

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a faint clicking of the doorknob pulled y/n upwards, pushing down every prior thought or feeling. schlatt, she thought, please. twisting, the door slid open, anticipation boiling up at the surface, ready to spill. then, edging her, it went down. it wasn't him, most definitely. footsteps lights, a short boy, it was tubbo. tubbo? he hadn't noticed her peering over the couch. he was stepping hesitantly, eyeing the room.

"what are you doing here?" she mumbled, not realizing how horrid and sour she sounded until after the words slipped off her tongue. he stopped, muscles freezing, eyes widening-

"oh! erm- hello" he stuttered. "i didn't realize you'd be here- how are you...?" he chuckled, she furrowed her brow.

"what are you doing here?" she repeated, making him chuckle again.

"just looking for schlatt...! have you seen him around...?-" he smiled

"-no" she quickly replied. "he's not here. please leave" wait- fuck. she wanted to keep talking, she craved a conversation- please don't leave, tubbo. she prayed.

"oh...okay! ill just be going then-" he turned,

"-wait-" she sighed, tubbo froze- panic growing inside of him. "will you stay for a bit... i'm just bored" she mumbled. tubbo, felt a wave of relief flow over him, he cleared his through, a new panic rising.

"erm- sure..." he replied, closing the door, and awkwardly stepping over to the couch. "so...what's up-?"

"what does schlatt do at work...?" y/n quickly replied- not even acknowledging his question. tubbo, tilted his head, not sure how to reply.

"well- just normal president stuff...talks about buildings and...money...and stuff..." he mumbled, y/n rested her chin on the couch,

"what else...?" she asked, very intrigued in tubbos boring, and painfully awkward statements.

"erm-- he teaches me about...business stuff... and stuff..." he chuckled, his voice cracking under the pressure y/n was unknowingly putting on him. she was looking up at him with curious eyes, "he talks about you a lot..." he said softly. her eyes widened,

"really!?... what does he say..." she jumped up excitedly, tubbo jumped. tubbo doesn't really know how to talk to girls...

"just...you know...good things..." he smiled worriedly, "he doesn't seem to like his job very much... i think he'd much rather be spending time with you..." y/n's eyes widened again,

"really...?" she said more softly this time, her smile fading. tubbo could sense the hint of sadness in her voice. he nodded. y/n sighed, looking down. he frowned, unsure of what to say in this awkward moment of silence. it hurt y/n to know how much he didn't like what he was doing, how badly she wanted to relieve his stress.

"well i should probably-" he started, attempting to make a run for it whilst he still could.

"it's just-" y/n's voice was shaky, obviously emotional, "i miss him so much" she mumbled, tears pooling in her eyes. "and..." she sniffled- "he's never home anymore..." she choked- "what do i do tubbo...?" she cried.

"erm-" how does one comfort a woman? that is the question. he was cut off by y/n's sudden hug, and her loud crying into his jacket. he froze.

"i just don't know what to do!" she sobbed.

"i'm not sure..." he sighed, awkwardly patting her head. he wanted to change the subject- this felt too heavy- maybe something that'll cheer her up. "we're thinking about having a festival...maybe he'll take you to that..." he lightly smiled. y/n looked up at him, excitement in her eyes.

"really!?" she jumped up and down, tubbo still being hugged by her. he nodded, awkwardly being tugged around by her arms. she squealed in happiness. tubbo sighed in relief- dealing with emotional women were not one of his strong points- women were not one of his strong points. she let go of him- finally he could breathe- however his thought was immediately cut off by her pulling him across the house. "i have to find something to wear!" she grinned, tugging her past her bedroom and into her and schlatts walk in closet.

"uh-"

"is it like a casual thing or a fancy thing!?" she questioned, digging around in the hangers of clothing.

"erm-"

"oh! i should wear these!" she held up a pair of awfully shiny emerald earrings, "schlatt bought them for me!" she grinned, admiring them.

"that's nice-" tubbo chuckled nervously, eyeing the room. this was definitely a place tubbo was not supposed to be in.

"i just realized-" she chuckled, "most of this stuff i never wear!" she snorted, "i just stay home all the time...!" laughter was painfully hiding a layer of sadness in her voice. tubbo could tell, he frowned.

"why don't you ever leave...?" he mumbled, her smile faded. replaced with it, a fake one.

"i dunno-" she shrugged, "schlatt doesn't like it when i do..." she chuckled, "what about these...?" she held up a pair of brown heels in tubbos face, attempting to change the subject- "oh- unless it's outside...is it? because i can't wear heels outside...!" she giggled. tubbo felt awfully bad for this girl, why did schlatt keep her locked up like this...? surrounded in tokens of made up affection- only given real love at night, then slipping away in the morning before she wakes. it seemed liked torture.

"why do you stay...? you could leave anytime you want..." he furrowed his brow- y/n's smile faded again,

"he doesn't want me to!" she chuckled, "i already said that, tubbo!" she set down the heels, "do you want to-"

"i should go-" he muttered, not wanting to look her in the eye,

"oh okay..." she mumbled softly, trying to hide her disappointment. "i hope you come to visit again!" she grinned,

"yeah- maybe" he sighed, "see you around then, y/n" he stifled, leaving the closet, the bedroom, and then the house, leaving y/n alone again.