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[schlattsdoll]

lunchclub schlatt headcannons 🤍

AHHHH LUNCHCLUB SCHLATT MY BELOVED <3

an absolute loverboy, is a total lovesick fool for his babes. makes playlists for you, gets matching hoodies and outfits (gets you your own yankee hat <3)

SUCH!! A!! SOFTIE!!! loves to cuddle, being big spoon of course

wont turn down a chance to be held though

if yall are long distance, nightly discord/facetimes until you can be together again

"ya know you snore doll?"

SPEAKING OF LONG DISTANCE!!! your first "date" was in minecraft, and every year you two go back to that world

he paints your initial on his nail <33 and gets you a necklace with his on it

being there when ted eats the 400mg edible and yelling at schlatt to leave him alone (i have ideas ab reader being in the same boat, just not as bad as teddy was.)

when he starts to grow the chops in, laughing at him, but quickly loving how they look on him

seeing the growth of schlatt's career and moving in with him when he moves to austin

[arineyes]

i forgor to upload some sketches

[stingraymilk]

SINJINDROWNING!!!

Guys!! Please tell me there’s SOMEONE out there that watches Sinjindrowining on YouTube and wants to do a rp with me! I wanna write as Weston against an Aisha or a Kalynn so badly. Or a Jschlatt plsssss!!

I know this is a super weird and niche request but I might as well put it out there. 18+ only Byee

[ohbabydollie]

for the 18+ schlatt writers

i should let u guys know that there is a 13 y/o interacting w nsfw writers, i’ve had them blocked for a while (i believe the @ is jlillie) so im js letting the 18+ nsfw schlatt writers know since i recently saw someone reply to an ask from them

DO NOT GO BULLYING THEM OFF TUMBLR OR ANYTHING

JUST BLOCK

UPDATE: THEY HAVE CHANGED THEIR USER TO wes10k + PUT 19 IN THEIR BIO

[nelovka]

eveyone hyping up jack makes me so unreasonably happy, BUT DAMN AM I EXITED FOR WES TO BE ON THE SHOW <3

[omegawolverine]

first time seeing schlatt on epic smp he gets murdered

[nocturnal-dreams]

Never Let Me Go

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Pairing: Technoblade x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff

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“You get away from Y/N, Quackity,” you felt the salty tears go down your face as Quackity held onto you tighter, the ax so close to your throat it could drip blood. You had only wanted to help, you were scared for Techno, you couldn’t stand to watch him get hurt. 

“Technoblade drop everything or I will let Y/N bleed like the pig you are, don’t test me, I have no sympathy for you or Y/N in this moment,” Quackity glared towards Techno.

You looked towards your friend, your vision blurred by your watery eyes, “Techno don’t do it, I’m not worth it, save yourself.”

Techno’s eyes shown the familiar red of blood softened staring at you, a small drop of blood dripping down your neck from Quackity’s ax. All he wanted to do was take you into his arms and heal you of all the wounds physically and mentally Quackity had given you. Techno looked down at the snow beneath his feet, his hand shaking as he held the sword in his hand, “you’re wrong Y/N, you are worth it. You’re the one person that has treated me with the upmost kindness despite what a monster I’ve been, I’d risk my lives thousand times over for you.” And that was it, the blade fell from Techno’s hands onto the layers of snow.

Quackity smirked in victory, toss your shaking body into the snow as Tubbo and Fundy took ahold of Technoblade and dragged him away. You laid in the snow as Techno was taken, your mind screaming at you that it was your fault Techno was going to die. Your tears fell into the snow as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your body and mind in pain, only bothering to go inside when it had gotten dark and started to heavily snow.

And now you were here still crying. You were laid in your cold bed, the quiet noise of your cries echoed through the house as you clung to the red robe around your shoulders. It had belonged to Techno, the one person that had loved you for you, not for what you gave other people. It was your fault, you had doomed him, your mind screamed at you, you were the reason he was going to die tonight. 

Maybe if you had been quicker and able to fight back then maybe Quackity wouldn’t have been able to use your life as a weapon against Technoblade. Quackity knew how much you meant to Techno, Techno would have murdered an entire village if it came down to it for you. You were his little blade as he always put it. Aside from Phil, you were the most important person to him. And now you were the person to doom him.

You glanced at your wrist, the golden netherstar bracelet that Techno had spent so long making for you. You pulled it off of your wrist, holding it in your shaky palm as you felt the tears starting to well up again, holding the bracelet to your chest tightly while you cried. Techno’s spare robe starting to fall from your shoulders but the weight of the guilt not even allowing you to notice the weight of the robe disappear. 

“Y/N?” your head perked up at the sound of Techno’s voice, dropping again to your knees as you hugged your knees to your chest. There was no way Techno could have lived, you had heard what the execution would be, no one could survive a fifty block anvil drop.

It was silent in the house you once enjoyed spending every minute in with Techno, you didn’t even know how to feel right now. You had trusted Quackity once, you two were friends, you had been the one to comfort him when Schlatt would cross the line with him. You wanted to hate Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy, and Tubbo but you just couldn’t, Quackity was your friend even if he didn’t see it that way anymore, and the others were just children brought into all this murder and cruelty too young. 

You jumped quickly when a hand was on your shoulder, backing up against the wall when you looked up to see Technoblade standing there, discarded of his robe and crown, a scar left on his forearm but he hadn’t seemed to mind it. All you could do right now was stare at Techno in disbelief, no there was no way he could have survived, no one could have survived something like that, you were just seeing things.

Regardless of your mind screaming at you however, you watched Techno sit down on the bed, holding his arms out to you as you stared at him. He seemed so calm like usual, he didn’t even dare to speak. 

Trying to calm your breathing, you slowly made your way over to Techno and between his arms which wrapped protectively around you. Your head instinctively laid down on his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart. Your body was still shaking as Techno tried to calm you down, humming quietly as he rocked you.

“How are you alive?” you finally managed to say, Techno looking down at you hearing the question, “no one in history has ever survived a fifty block anvil drop, how did you-”

“Shh my blade, just relax, you’re stressing yourself out, you need to calm down. Steady your breathing, just relax,” Techno held you closer to him, “I’ll answer every question you have in the morning, you need to relax.”

You just nodded, feeling the comfort of being near Techno and knowing he’s safe overtake you as you yawned quietly, hearing Techno chuckle. Before you could let sleep overtake you, you looked up at Techno who was staring out the window, “please don’t leave me again.”

Techno smiled down to you as he placed a small kiss to your head, “you know I’ll always come back to you no matter what happens.”

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[arineyes]

yup

[nelovka]

Schlatts always been a simp for men in yellow

[nocturnal-dreams]

Dead Dad

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Pairing: Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader (family)

Warnings: angst

Note: Dead Mom from Beetlejuice has me feeling some sort of way alright

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You remembered it like yesterday, the day where everything went to shit. Your home was blown up and destroyed, your brother hated you, and your grandfather brought your father’s limp body to you. He looked so lifeless as you had held his face in your hands, the blood from his wound soaking into your clothes that would never come out. He died with a smile on his face, the smile that once brought hope, now just made you want to breakdown at the sight.

What’s worse is that your twin brother Fundy didn’t even seem to care about Wilbur’s death, rather he almost celebrated it. It felt sick to even call him your brother after seeing his actions, calling your father a powerless fool, a coward, an idiot, you couldn’t believe the words that would leave his mouth.

He would occasionally get mad at you too on days Wilbur’s death really affected you. The days you’d laid in your bed, clinging to his old jacket when he was president that he had given you when he was exiled, crying out his name just wishing you could fall asleep and wake up in your father’s arms and get to enjoy the peaceful times you used to have.

It was one of those days again, the days you would go out to the old crater of L’Manberg, you made a habit to go visit the area you had once called home. You couldn’t hate Phil for killing your father, as much as your heart told you to hate Phil, you just couldn’t. He had practically taken you in after Wilbur’s death allowing you to live with him and Techno. Occasionally seeing Tommy, and sometimes running into Fundy, those run ins always hurt the most.

Fundy always had something to complain about to you, whether it was you being too sensitive to the mention of your father or how you needed to get over it, he always had something to say that made getting over your father’s death harder.

As you stood at the giant crater of what was once L’Manberg, you felt the tears threatening to spill again as you hid your face in your hands, falling to your knees and crying. This was the first time that you finally broke down coming to what was L’Manberg, normally you were very calm, being able to hold back your emotions and memories, but you guessed today was just too much.

Feeling the salty tears go down your cheeks, you swore you felt a hand faze over your head but when you had looked up you saw nothing. 

At this point, you didn’t fear death like you had once. In your eyes, dying was just you getting to finish all the pressure you had been under and finally getting to see your father again. 

“Hello?” you swore you were hearing things at this point, it was his voice. Your father’s unique voice but it had a sort of echo to it, as if it was bouncing off of invisible walls. You just tucked your face between your knees harder, you couldn’t bare to think of his voice, that would lead to memories which would lead to even worse, “are you alright?”

You just shook your head, not daring to look up. You couldn’t bare to see what your mind had decided to make for you to see this time. Would it be Wilbur’s dead body this time? Maybe his old self in his president outfit? Maybe it’d even be him blaming you for his death again?

“Do you want some blue?” You were confused, ignoring your mind screaming at you as you peaked up. 

It was Wilbur, but it also wasn’t. His skin was a greyish blue, his eyes being a pupiless white that almost glowed, his curls still being the same with a dark tint to them. He wore his usual yellow sweater, a blue line going from his chest to his stomach, almost like the wound on Wilbur’s body from Phil killing him.

Something seemed to click with in the person in front of you when he saw your face. You looked at the bluish blob in his hands as he held it out in front of you, “he said you were important.”

“Dad?”

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[nocturnal-dreams]

Protective

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Pairing: Karl Jacobs x F! Reader (although I guess also GN neutral works, maybe just an AFAB reader)

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Note: Drug dealer Karl pog?

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'Be there at 10'

You rolled your eyes reading over the text from Garrett, of course, he couldn't risk his perfect reputation to do his own dirty work. Feeling the eyes roaming across your body made your skin squirm, you knew your outfit was rather revealing, your shirt making your cleavage pop out making multiple drunk men keep their eyes on you or rather your cleavage. You knew you'd have a word with Garrett later about it although you know he most likely wouldn't have cared.

You weren't sure why you were still dating Garrett, I mean he was a dick. You guessed you just stayed with him for this long because of his money, he had a house and a stable income that allowed you to live very comfortably, or at least as comfortable as you could get.

This wasn't your first time buying drugs for Garrett, he always gave you the money and a small description of the dealer's looks and location. He couldn't risk his perfect rep being ruined by someone finding out about his drug usage so he decided to risk yours. Garrett was waiting just outside in the car for you to finish the deal, the only problem was you were having a hard time finding the dealer.

Your eyes scanned the room of drunk individuals till they landed on someone. A guy was walking down the stairs as your eyes followed the handsome stranger. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with yellow plodded jeans, multiple rings on his fingers which had the nails painted black. His hair was a light brown, almost like a mop on his head but it suited him, unlike most men you had seen with the style. As you stared longer, you saw him turn towards you, catching your gaze in his steel-grey eyes. He was coming near you as you tried to look away, trying to lose yourself in the crowd but you already felt his hand around your arm.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone; average height, kind of greyish black hair, round glasses, might be wearing some kind of ugly button-up shirt," the handsome stranger had said as you stared at him, he had to be referring to Garrett. This stranger did match Garrett's description of the dealer, he looked too nice to be a drug dealer though.

"Do you happen to be Jacobs?" you questioned, you just wanted to make sure that this was the right guy before you went and spilled your reason for being here on a complete stranger.

“Just call me Karl, so you know Garrett?” Karl had said, you didn’t want to stay around him much longer than you needed too. Not that you were scared of him, actually the opposite, he made you feel safe, it's just you didn’t want Garrett to get impatient.

“Garrett sent me, do you have my stuff?” you tried to hold yourself, you didn’t want to seem vulnerable, that was the biggest thing that Garrett was annoyed about. He didn’t want you to seem weak when he would send you on his drug pick-ups.

“Garrett couldn’t even come to his own deal,” Karl laughed, it was a cute laugh, a lot better than Garrett’s rare rough chuckle that you disliked, if you had to be honest, everything about Garrett you disliked. If it wasn’t for his bank account and house, you would have left a long time ago. Karl looked you over, his eyes roaming over your body wasn’t very different from the crowd but it also felt different, “so what’s someone like you buying stuff like this?”

“And who are you to ask what I buy? Aren’t you just doing this to get paid?” you were growing tired of Karl since he was wasting your time, it wouldn’t be long until Garrett would be coming into the party yelling at you for taking too long.

“Well I could always just refuse to sell it to you,” Karl asked again, “so why are you buying this stuff? You’re wearing only what I can describe as little miss sunshine to a party, you don’t buy drugs.”

“It’s for my boyfriend, now gimme!” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I’m not giving this to you, Garrett can come out here and buy it himself. You know my friend Chris mentioned someone being here instead of Garrett, just didn’t think it’d be someone as beautiful as you,” Karl looked away from you towards the crowd, leaning on the rail looking down at the party, “but till Mr Dogwater gets here, I’m not leaving you, I can’t tell how many guys I’ve seen just eyeing you like meat since you got here. It’s honking disgusting. Perves.”

You hide the smile on your face from his own censorship, “it’s how it always is. It’s how I live.”

“That shouldn’t be how life is, it's sad. Guys should learn to keep crap to themselves,” Karl sighed.

You glanced at him, his eyes looking at the crowd of people dancing and drunkenly talking to themselves. You were disappointed in yourself for feeling so safe around someone you just met, this was what exactly Garrett was bitching to you about two hours ago.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally decided to introduce yourself, it was only fair.

“Do you always pick up for Garrett?” you nodded in response to Karl’s question then realized he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah. He says that he can’t be seen around people like-well-like you.” You gestured towards Karl, him looking at you out the corner of his eye.

“Drug dealers? He can’t be seen with drug dealers but is willing to risk your safety and reputation to be around me? Put you in danger? You know drug dealers are dangerous right?” he looked at you.

“So you’re saying you’re dangerous?” you laughed through the pain his question brought, you knew at this point the relationship between you and Garrett, you were just his drug camel and something for him to stick his dick in when he got bored.

“I’m not dangerous,” Karl shook his head.

You were about to reply when Garrett came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his chest, his eyes narrowing on Karl as Garrett’s grasp on you tightened, almost bruising. “Hey babe,” you had been too wrapped up in your conversation with Karl to even notice Garrett enter the party, “who’s this twink?”

You tried to hide how uncomfortable you had grown when Garrett’s hands left your waist and grabbed your ass, “uh Karl… he has your uh- you know?”

You heard Garrett sigh before he leaned into your ear, making it hard for Karl to hear with the music as Garrett whispered angrily, “why couldn’t you fucking get it? You know I can’t be seen around people like him, let alone his twink ass.”

Karl glared, able to read Garrett’s lips. Karl pushed himself off of the rail, his arms being crossed across his chest, “I wouldn’t allow them. If its not for them then I can’t give it to them.” Karl said loudly as Garrett told him to shut up, “listen if you want the stuff then you gotta get it yourself, Jimmy’s rules.”

A few people started to stare at the scene, Garrett’s jaw clenching as his grip on your arm tightened, “come on, I can get it from somewhere else.”

“Can’t we just go home, I don’t want to go anywhere else, I’m tired,” you spoke quietly, trying to hold back your protests to tell Garrett to lighten his hold on your arm which was starting to hurt from his painful grip.

“Y/N we can go home when I find someone else to get my supply from,” Garrett’s grip only tightened.

“Dude she wants to go home, take her home,” Karl chimed in, his voice no longer the cheering tone but rather low and pissed off, “they have a fucking say and you’re being hella rude. They want to go home. Take them home now.”

“Dude whatever. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me or no?” Garrett looked down at you. You couldn’t form any kind of words on your tongue as you started to back away towards Karl, shaking your head. Garrett’s jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we’re done, bitch!”

Your boyfriend or rather now ex-boyfriend started to walk away down the stairs. Karl’s jaw clenched and and turned Garrett around on the stairs and clocked him right in the jaw, sending Garrett stumbling down the last few steps. You put your hand over your mouth holding back the slightest laugh. Garrett had stood up and went to punch Karl but Karl pulled up his shirt slightly over his belt and flashed something that sent Garrett running out.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused on what just happened as Karl came back up the stairs to where you were standing as you thanked him. Karl shrugged, “no problem, here let me take you home with me.” He said as you bit your lip.

Sure you didn’t know Karl well but you trusted him better than you ever did Garrett. “Alright, let’s go,” you smiled as Karl smiled back. You walked out with Karl behind you leading you over to his car. People would look at the two of you cause of what happened but one glance from Karl made them turn away. You felt safe with Karl, something you never felt with Garrett.

Karl drove you to his home, allowing you to borrow some of his clothes and sleep on his bed after you asked him for number allowing you two to keep in contact. You told him goodnight as you got into his bed, him leaving to his living room as you fell asleep happy for once.

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[nocturnal-dreams]

Bleeding Heart

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Pairing: Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst

Note: what if Wilbur didn’t blow up L’Manberg

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Everything had been lost despite gaining it back, it would never have been the way he loved it. It had the ram’s stain left behind to never ware out, Schlatt had stained the once great nation that he had fought on hand and foot for to keep his. Everyone around him leaving to the other side thinking everything was fine. 

His father was hiding out far away from the nation with the one person that Wilbur loved more than anything, his older brother had joined his rival and set off withers to destroy the town, his little brother choosing Tubbo over him, Niki was celebrating the downfall of Schlatt, his own son couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Wilbur was alone.

He felt even more alone as he sat in his chair staring at the small yet powerful button in front of him, one click was all it would take to destroy it all, all the work he put into making a country that was no longer his, tainted by the drunk and now ruled by a his right hand man.

“There was a special place, where men could go and emancipate,” muttering to himself quietly, his long brown jacket feeling like a thousand bricks on his shoulders. His black beanie abandoned on the floor as Wilbur pushed his curls out of his eyes, “and there definitely was that special place that once existed, it did.” 

His face fell into his hands feeling like hot lava pouring over him, “even with Tubbo being in charge I don’t think it can exist again, it just can’t.” He sighed loudly to himself, his hand hovering above the button that would end everything, all of his work would be over, “it’s right there, if I’m ever gonna press it then I’m pressing it now. And…” His brows furrowed for a second, slamming his hand against the wall, “the thing that I built this nation for doesn’t exist anymore! The thing I worked towards! The dream! It doesn’t exist anymore! It doesn’t exist-”

“Wilbur?” a small voice cut out from the long hall that lead to his location and the button. Wilbur didn’t dare to raise his head, cursing quietly to Phil’s name. Phil was supposed to make sure that you didn’t come here, that you would be far away from what he was planning, Phil was meant to keep his word.

When Wilbur didn’t reply, he felt arms wrap around him tightly and a face pressed against his back. Wilbur couldn’t respond, at was if all words he knew how to make had abandoned his tongue.

“Wilbur stop this, you’re hurting yourself as much as others have hurt you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as yuou leaned into Wilbur from behind, Wilbur not even bothering to lace their fingers together and bringing your hand up to his lips like he usually did when you got scared. “Please Wil, it’s not worth it, you’ll hurt yourself more by doing this, you’ll hurt me,” Wilbur could only sigh, feeling his limp hand before held tightly by you, trying to get any kind of reaction out of Wilbur.

“You see the good in everybody even when it’s not there,” Wilbur was still quiet, his voice was barely above a whisper but it had made you look up at him, trying to read any kind of reaction on his face, “Schlatt, Quackity, Eret, Dream, even me, you’ve managed to give the benefit of the doubt and treat them better than they’ve ever treated any of us. You were the one to comfort Quackity after every comment Schlatt would make to him, you were the one to defend Dream’s side when Tommy would speak bad about him, when Schlatt was dying you were the only one to go there and grab him before his head could hit the ground, you were the one that kept sending letters to Eret and keeping in contact after his betrayal. And then me, you managed to love me after what a terrible brother, father, leader, and friend I’ve been.” Wilbur sighed, his grip tightening on Y/N’s hand with each word, “that’s gonna get you killed Y/N. I’m gonna get you killed. That’s why this must happen.”

“No it doesn’t!” your voice had raised, catching Wilbur off guard. Lately you had been very soft spoken and quiet, to hear you shout like that made Wilbur’s mind snap back to reality, his eyes trained upon the button. Your hand landed on Wilbur’s cheek, forcing him to look at you,  “please Wilbur, forget all of this, just come home, there will be another chance.”

“There is no home Y/N, its not here, its not in village, its not in L’Manberg, its not Pogtopia, there’s no home!” Wilbur’s mental state was obviously declining with each second, you could tell just by looking in the eyes of your love. Wilbur is quiet for a moment, before speaking softly. “I’m meant to be yours, you know. You make me complete, we are one together. You can’t just give up on me now, not when we’re this close. You can’t fight me on this.”

Your legs felt numb, backing away from Wilbur slightly, him stepping closer with each step back.

“Y/N, please. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I know you’re scared. I know, I’ve been in your situation. But I can stop that. I know I can stop that.” He pleads, sounding almost broken. “Please Y/N. If I have to, I will press that button.” You stopped. ‘I’ve been in your situation.’ He had said. And the weird bleeding heart analogy. No, you can’t possibly be thinking like this. He’s psychotic and needs help, help you can’t provide.

Wilbur stares at you, eyes red and wide in fear. You’re shaking, pressing into the wall, inches from the button and away from him. His fists untighten, falling to his knees and carefully crawling closer to the shaking you.

He lifts a hand to try and comfort you, but you flinch and he retracts it quickly. Wilbur sighs looking up at the button by your head, his mind screaming at him to push it, to end everything.

“What did you mean by bleeding heart analogy?” you tried to snap Wilbur’s attention from the button, trying to bide as much time as you could.

Wilbur looks at you like a lost child. “My heart hurts ever since I met you. It feels like it’s being ripped out when I see you cry, and when I leave you, and when you’re scared. Isn’t that how it feels for you? Or how it felt?” He explains, his mood switching again.

You look at Wilbur again, thinking over what he said. “Hey, Wil,” you look at him. “I don’t know what’s going on inside your head, but just back away from the button, we can go find Phil, avoid all of this.”

Wilbur’s face breaks into a beaming grin. “Really? Oh, my love!” He shifts his hands to grasp onto yours.

You pull your hands away from Wilbur’s. “But we’re still not dating anymore. I will be your friend, and only your friend. You cannot, under any circumstances, kill, manipulate, explode, or anything relating to those, to anyone. I’m going to help you get better, and that might mean going to get you to talk to someone more qualified than me in the future. Do you follow?” you tell him.

Wilbur looks down is unresponsive for a few seconds, before raising his head, tears in his eyes despite the smile on his face. His grip on your hands return and tighten as he starts to cry, looking at the ground again.

“Thank you. Thank you.” He whispers over and over like a chant. “Oh God, what have I done to be sent an angel? Thank you, Y/N.”

You pull your hands back, and Wilbur’s head snaps up. “Do you need a hug?” you ask warily, opening your arms slightly.

Wilbur practically collapses in your arms, curling his arms around your back.

“I’m sorry.” He tells her. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t want to scare you. I just need you in my life. I thought doing all of this was the right idea.”

You sighed. “I know, Wil. I know.”

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