tw: yelling, violence, insults

as expected, schlatt arrived home late again. slipping off his shoes, and sighing, he smelt smoke.

"y/n...?" he called out, walking into the bedroom. he shivered, looking over to the balcony, the door sat cracked open- blinds swaying and dancing in the wind. there she sat, ever so beautifully- even in her worst. the sweatpants and silky lose tank top she was wearing ever so effortlessly danced in the wind. she was graceful, and she didn't even have to try. her hair swayed along the notes of a rhythmic song the earth was playing- tugging at the strings of schlatts heart. he sighed, walking out to join her.

"hey" she said, her eyes focused on the dark sky, shimmering like water, and dripping like it too.

"hey" he sighed, pushing her hair behind her shoulder. a cigarette was placed perfectly in between her fingers, smoke drifting off it. she placed it in between her lips, breathing it in and blissfully sighing it out.

"tubbo came to visit today" her eyes wondered over to the city. schlatt furrowed his brow, eyeing her.

"really?" she nodded. he narrowed his eyes, biting his tongue thoughtfully. "did he say why?"

"he was looking for you...why?" she mumbled. he raised his eyesbrows, looking down, and shrugging.

"just wondering why a guy was in our house with you while i wasn't here that's all-" he scoffed. she frowned-

"he's a kid, schlatt-" she mumbled. schlatt took the cigarette from her fingers and placed it in between his lips, taking a long drag. she just watched him,

"its not that" he sighed, "i don't want you hanging around him anymore..."

"what why!?" her eyes shimmering again, like the water. he sighed again, leaning his elbows on the railing.

"because, i don't trust him" he put out the cigarette, flicking it off the balcony.

"he's nice though!" she argued, making schlatt chuckle.

"you don't get it-" he said sharply,

"then help me!" she frowned. he rolled his eyes, rubbing his chin. she hated when he did that- she scoffed, walking off the balcony and back inside. "fine! be like that!"

"why are being so fucking moody!?" he shouted- following her inside,

"why are you being so fucking rude!?" she shouted back, matching his energy- and pushing his buttons.

"oh excuse me, y/n! i've a had a real stressful fucking day you know! being the president!" he spat,

"you think i haven't!" she cried, walking into the kitchen, schlatt following- refusing the back down, a beast rearing its head back to the world.

"oh please! you do nothing!" he scoffed,

"yeah who's fault is that!?" she cried- tears were swelling now, building up- schlatt knew she was right- but the beast inside of him didn't care- it didn't feel or love. that's why he said it- because he knew she was right.

"will you quit being such a fucking bi--" he held his tongue- fuck. now he'd done it- tears swelled- not in y/n's eyes, but his own. y/n's face softened, hurt-

"a what...?" she whispered, her voice crumbling. tears spilled over the edge now,

"i-" his voice hurt- he hurt. he didn't mean it- fuck- fuck fuck fuck. she whimpered- turning around and walking toward the door. "no-nononono! i didn't mean it!" he cried, walking after her, grabbing her hand. tears fell down his own face now- the beast inside him grinning pridefully. "y/n! where are you going!?" he sobbed as she slipped on her shoes. she just kept crying- fuck-

"i don't know-" she whispered, schlatt fell on his knees.

"dont go! please- i didn't mean it! y/n i didn't mean it!" he sobbed, kissing her hand eagerly- begging for forgiveness. she pulled her hand away, wiping away her tears, opening the door, and leaving. schlatt sat, catching his breath for a moment, then sobbing again.

"dammit-" y/n cried to herself, standing outside the door, she could hear him- she wanted to go back in- to hug him and kiss him- but she couldnt.

"FUCK!" schlatt cried to himself, clutching his own hair, still on the floor- "fuck!" he stood up, pacing. he turned around and slammed his fist through the wall- adrenaline mixed with anger and pain... and sadness pumping through his veins. he pulled his hand out, catching his breath... "FUCK!!" he cried again, partly from pain. he held his fist, what has he done...? schlatt sighed shakily, his face wet and sticky with tears. he fell to the floor again, crying. "y/n..." he cried quietly to himself. what has he done...