tw: implied smut, cheesy ass romance :')

they wanted to keep things private, everything. being engaged went by quickly and smoothly, and soon enough- they were married. the day was perfect, just the two of them. y/n never wanted to take off her ring. she remembered the words he whispered,

"love me in spite..." warming her heart. "my angel", "how long have you been pretending to be human, y/n?", "you're an angel in disguise" sharing chuckles and grins, kisses and touches. everything was right.

"my sour boy," she mumbled softly "you're not so sour as they say...you're the sweetest thing i've ever tasted" she cupped his face, kissing his lips. days went by, bliss felt eternal. but honeymoon days became scarce, and soon, extinct. and back to reality they went, back to work, and back to boredom.

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"y/n...?" schlatt mumbled, leaning his chin on her shoulder. pillars held up the soft eggshell white ceilings of their bedroom, stained glass windows gazed heavenly upon them, and feathery blankets encased warm bodies. y/n groaned, shoving her face back into the pillow. light peaked through the shades, piercing eyes, and aching touches. "y/n" he whined, "wake up...i have to go soon..." he frowned, pulling at her waist. she flipped over, tossing herself on top of his chest.

"don't go" she mumbled, burying her face into his neck. his sweater worn by her, he hugged her, savoring the feeling.

"i have to..." he whispered, brushing her hair. she let out another whine. "i know..." he sighed, painfully removing her off of him and getting up with a grunt. she sighed, resting her chin on her knees, and watching him get dressed.

"hey remember those polaroids you took...?" she mumbled, he chuckled, nodding. "what do you do with them...?" she smiled. he huffed, smirking a little.

"gg-- i..." he chuckled again, "i get bored at work..." he fixed his tie. she nodded, holding back a giggle.

"i see..."

"speaking of which..." he pulled out the camera from beneath some clothes in the closet. "smile," he snapped a picture, then taking the polaroid, waving it to dry, then examining it. "pretty" he mumbled, stuffing it into his pocket. she blushed, laying back down with a sigh. "okay...i'll see you tonight," he pressed a kiss on her forehead, "i love you,"

"love you too..." she smiled, fixing his hair. he grinned, admiring her adoration. "bye..." she mumbled, and he stepped out of the room. she could hear the clicking of his shoes trail down the marble hallway, down the stairs, and eventually out of the house. she sighed, checking the clock on the bedside table, nine am.

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schlatt sat heavily in his office, the same office he's always been in, back to normal- except this time y/n was further away from him. he sighed, resting his head on his hand- propped up by his elbow. he pulled out the polaroid from this morning, admiring it and humming. quackity stepped in, tubbo following. schlatt tucked the polaroid away, shifting his attention to the two.

"schlatt! congratulations, we heard you're married now" quackity grinned, he nodded.

"erm- so i had this idea...for a festival, for manburg..." tubbo mumbled, fumbling with the fabric of his suit. schlatt sighed, adjusting his tie, then intertwining his fingers together. schlatt shifted his attention to tubbo, "there could be games- you could give a speech...we could all give speeches about manburg" he shuffled his feet. schlatt took a sip of brandy from his crystal cup.

"that's not a bad idea..." he tilted his head, shifting his gaze again. tubbo smiled proudly, adjusting his posture. schlatt sighed, sitting up, "when would it be?"

"well- maybe soon..." tubbo mumbled.

"good work tubbo... superb" schlatt took another sip.