> hold me close and say you care , because i'm in love with your brown hair !!
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy virtual life, happy wife
"hey, sweet'art, guess how much the croissant costs at that bougie-ass place down the street—" schlatt chuckled as the door opened with a familiar creeeak! "toots?" he paused, voice growing more confused until he poked his head into your bedroom.
schlatt and you mutually agreed, since you were both introverted people, sometimes you needed your own space— so a compromise appeared— you each get your own bedroom! (however, schlatt often just slept in your room, which kinda ruined the point of the agreement)
there you were, curled up in those rose-print sheets, your room pitch black as you swung your legs back and forth, giggling to yourself like you were doing something sneaky. schlatt, ever-the-graceful, tip-toed behind you and peered over your shoulder.
your computer screen was lit up by the sims 4 logo. there were two sims on your screen, a short girl and a tall boy with brown hair and a tiny mustach—
"hey, 's that me?" a lopsided grin grew on schlatt's face as you shrieked, immediately closing your laptop.
stammering and chuckling nervously, you sat up against the headboard, adjusting your hair. "heyy, honey, wow. you're home, er, early." you gulped. smooth, merry.
schlatt fondly rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to her as his gangly legs dangled off the edge of the bed, lazily resting an arm on your shoulder. "y'know, most guys gotta worry about their girlfriend cheatin' on 'em. so, c'mon, whatever you're doin' on there can't be that bad, right?"
"right," you echoed as schlatt leaned towards your cheek, about to kiss you when he grabbed your laptop and stood up as you frantically squealed for him to not open it.
schlatt opened your laptop with his left hand, rubbing the back of his neck with the other. "sorry for pullin' a fast one on ya, toots, but the suspense is killin' me."
he opened your laptop to see a family named the schlatts. two sim-replicas of you and schlatt sat in their shared house with three kids, in a huge mansion in a beautiful town. the kids all had names, their own rooms, and you guys had three dogs and four cats. "jeez, it's like a barnyard in 'ere," schlatt muttered, but he was fighting a huge smile.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ playing gamer bf bingo
schlatt begrudgingly accepted tommy's request for a video— "minecraft's funniest reality cooking show", where tommy gathered a random group of youtubers and pitted them against each other survivor-style. schlatt was hesitant, because he was supposed to go out with you today, but you insisted that he do the video instead. you two could always go out tomorrow!
as a compromise, schlatt made you sit on the comfy little couch he had positioned behind his gaming setup, so he could at least be near you. in turn, you decided to test a little experiment.
you kept seeing this tiktok trend of girls doing "COD bingo" with their gamer boyfriends, so you decided to make your own— schlatt bingo. holding your knees to your chest, you propped up your little piece of paper and got all giddy every time you got to cross something off.
"fuck!" he yelled, eliciting a quiet giggle from you as you crossed off your free space and the 'fuck' space at the same time.
after you were just one little space away from bingo, schlatt caught on to your periodic giggles and whipped his head around, letting his headphones pool around his neck. "toots, whatcha laughin' at? is it my jokes?" he grinned, staring at you with mild confusion and equal parts fondness.
"shh, i'm winning bingo right now. go back to your little game."
schlatt was about to respond with "what the fuck?" but you put a finger up, shushing him effectively. he turned around and heard a scream of triumph behind him as he finally screamed at tommy, "fuck you, bitch!"
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ war & peace
old habits die hard. specifically, the old habit of schlatt playing first-person shooter games with voicechat on (a combination worse than fire and oil). schlatt didn't have his headset on because the lobby seemed pretty mellow, save for the occasional comment or something.
you were sat on his lap, reading a book with your legs dangling over the armrest of the chair, eyes fluttering shut slowly at every new word you read.
it was all peaceful, calm— until it wasn't. a kid with a squeaky, pre-pubescent voice joined the lobby and made it his mission to ruin everyone's day.
schlatt used to be that kid back in the day, so he presumed if he ignored the teen long enough that he would back off and realize he wasn't funny. but he didn't. he could deal with that, though.
the last straw was that the kid scared you— he shrieked into the mic and you jumped, letting out a squeal of terror.
schlatt grabbed his mic instantly. "ay, pipsqueak. shut the fuck up, because you just woke up my girl, and i swear to god if i have to hear your grating, annoying-ass voice again i will crawl through your fucking ipad screen and beat your goddamn ass."
the lobby was eerily quiet after that, and the silence lulled you to sleep. schlatt kissed your forehead. all was good in the world!
i'm alive !! 3 in one post as a sorry (and crawling back into my schlatt era... question mark?) tomodachi icons: @22even