ameilioninone

[ameilioninone]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: jschlatt - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: jschlatt/reader Characters: Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: jschlatt/reader - Freeform, Schlatt/reader - Freeform, RPF, Angst, scrapped from tumblr oops, Rekindled Flame, Catholicism mentioned, Doomed Lovers - Freeform, based on a fob song, Mentioned Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), the nickname ‘johnny’ is used Summary:

it’s been nearly six years since the two of you abruptly ending your fling that blossomed through your freshman year of college. you got married, he became big on the internet. so what was really lying behind the two of you? maybe even insinuating it wasn’t just a fling, maybe fate.

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let’s make a video for out future selfs.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ❄︎ just pure fluff. talks of having kids. established relationship. not proof read. english is not my first language.

You were laying down on the bed, wire headphones plugged in on your phone as you listened to one of the hundreds of playlists you’ve created, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest when Schlatt walks in, camcorder in hand.

“And here- Oh look, it’s mommy!”

You frown, looking up from your phone immediately in pure confusion. “Mommy?”

He chuckles. “I’m recording a video for our future kids.”

Three days ago, on Christmas, you gifted Schlatt the exact same camcorder model his parents had when he was a child, and apparently the year ending nostalgia really got to him since he’s been recording little home videos for your future selfs basically every day.

You sat up on the bed to try and look a little more presentable for your imaginary kids. You wave at the camera, “Hey kids! Mommy loves you already, even though I’m still taking birth control!”

Schlatt snorts, the little wrinkles in his eyes making a sweet appearance as the corners of his mouth moved up.

“Show them what you’re listening to!”

You turn your phone screen to the camera, the song title and album cover showing up in your lock screen.

“See, kids? Ya mama’s music taste is trash,” he teased, moving the camera up to film your face. You roll your eyes at him, a big smile plastered on your face. “Don’t end up like this, I’ll kick y’all out!”

“Sorry guys, y’all are only allowed to listen to your father’s christmas album until you’re 18.” You teased back, earning an earnest laugh from Schlatt.

“That’d be a good way to punish them, tho.”

You just laugh at him, shaking your head as you took your headphones off, moving away from the center of the bed and a little over to the left, giving your boyfriend space to lay down with you, and he did. He laid down right next to you, using your chest as pillows, turning the camera around to get you both in frame.

“Look how cute we are,” You said, pointing over to the viewfinder. “We definitely should procreate. Our genes are too good to gatekeep like that.”

It was Schlatt’s turn to laugh and shake his head at your antics. “That’s a wrap. Bye kids, love ya!”

With that, he stopped recording, carefully placing the heavy camera on his nightstand before coming back to lay next to you, pulling you into his arms, both your bodies tangled together.

“Ya know toots, hate to say it but now we really have to get married and have kids, because if one day you ever break up with me, I’m gonna kill myself and leave that video as my suicide note.”

You threw your head back, loud laugh echoing through the apartment, quickly joined by Schlatt’s low, little giggles.

omg don’t look at me!! wrote this in one go because i have two other wips that have been a huge pain in the ass for me and wanted to post something before the year ends :( hope y’all had the best holidays ever, and an even better new years 🫶🫶🫶

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elon taking away public likes was my 9/11 bcs i lost schlatt liking every post mentioning everything everywhere all at once winning their categories at the oscars

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hiiii mags !!

(anon here b/c i'm not as brave as i thought i was 😅)

first of, i'm sorry to break your chain of silly little goofy prompts, they've all been heartwarming & got me giggling & kicking my feet :D howeveerrr, i know you write more sensitive topics and the big guy™️ is pretty comforting for me. now you can take this in any direction you want— angst, fluff, do whatever your heart desires, girl!— but i was wondering if you could do a gender neutral reader x schlatt who was in a past abusive relationship? maybe the reader has certain quirks like they flinch or overapologize because of past memories.

(is this the most self-indulgent ask in the history of asks?? okay, maaaybe... but like, yolo! right?)

and if you don't mind, if 💌 anon isn't taken, then allow me to fill that spot up for ya!

thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! MUCHHH love girlie!!

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˗ˏˋ ❝ these hands can only be gentle. ❞ ˎˊ˗

hi anon !! i apologize for how long this has taken me, but i hope this appeases you. i know how it feels so if i can give just a smidge of comfort, that makes my heart happy :>

summary : with a bruise that still stings, you try to navigate what is supposed to be 'normal'. as does he, with open arms and an open mind.

⋮ ⌗ ┆established relationship, comfort, mentions of abuse, small bit of crying, gender neutral reader.

the soothing voice of chet baker rang through the kitchen, you waved your hands around to the smooth sound. watching as schlatt was attempting to figure out the instructions on the box of penne pasta. his eyes squinting as he tried to rack his head on just how long he really needed to have it boiling in the pot for. you sigh and place a hand on his arm as you leaned in to read the directions with him, he was making it seem a lot harder than it probably was. poor soul. "you've got the right times, don't think about it too hard." you softly giggle out, poking his arm before you let go of him. "gonna pop a vein if you keep that face." you added, playfully toying with him. he dropped the box to the countertop, causing a loud clash to be heard, looking over to you with a grin. he wasn't met with a matching smile on your face though, instead he saw for a split moment a genuine look of fear on your face.

you quickly fix your face and cross your hands over one another, knowing you shouldn't have reacted like that to such a small thing. "sorry- it was the box wasn't it?" he muttered, raising his hand up to your shoulder to gently rub his thumb along. you bite on the inside of your cheek and try your best to keep your face fixed, "we need, olive oil. yeah." you stammer out, turning to the stove and grabbing the bottle to gently pour onto the pan. he watched as you desperately tried to distract yourself, his hand dropped back to his side as he watched you. he looked at you for a moment longer before grabbing the box of penne and looking over the instructions again. he took a few quick glances at you as you evened out the oil onto the pan, he could easily see that he accidentally upset you. even if it was an accident, he desperately wanted to fix it, somehow at least. he looked at the box one more time before quietly placing it back down this time.

he walked behind you and leaned over slightly to gently kiss the temples of your face, letting his hands softly lay upon your shoulders. he could feel how tense you became, it ached at him. "i love you." he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you slow down your stirring and come to a complete stop to turn your head to face him more, "i love you too." your voice quivering ever so slightly. his kisses traveled down your cheek, moving the hair by your ear to gently kiss the nape of your neck. "just focus on the pan, sweetheart." he said barely above a whisper as he moved his lips off of you, moving your hair back gently. you let out a deep sigh, the uneasiness slowly going away. moving your hands back to stir the oil, as you seasoned the pan as well. his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you, leaning his cheek against the back of your head. he couldn't comprehend how someone could hurt someone as delicate as you, when he saw you nothing short of a fairytale.

he let his hands slowly move from your shoulders, instead wrapping his arms around your torso with a sigh. "it looks really lovely already, baby." he muttered, kissing the side of your head, in hopes that he was doing something right. you move the pasta mix into the pan, pouring it gently as it sizzled with the oil. you were trying so hard to not mess anything up, especially not with him watching. you felt more on ease as time went on, it did feel nice to have him wrapped around you. "any seasonings you want?" you speak out of thin air, embracing the warmth from him behind you. you could feel his cheek move along your head, assuming he was shaking his head to the question. "just the usual, i'm not picky." he replied, rocking you slowly as he stood. "anything you make is good, sweetheart." he adds on with a smile, his voice low and soothing. you lean your head against him and weakly grin as you gently stir the pasta mix, maybe it was going to be alright.

there had been other kitchens, other meals, other hands. hands that didn’t hold so gently, voices that didn’t soothe but seared. you thought you’d buried it all, hidden it deep enough that it wouldn’t resurface, but sometimes all it took was the wrong sound at the wrong time. he didn’t say anything as the silence stretched, his chin resting lightly on the crown of your head, waiting. he had learned not to push, not to pry. "just some garlic, never hurt anybody right?" you snicker out, the nervousness still evident in your voice. it was embarrassing for him to see you like this, you only wanted him to see you in your light; not the darkness that someone before created. he shrugged and squeezed you softly, "i'm not a vampire, so you're safe with that." he started, chuckling to your comment, "for now." he added on jokingly, even letting out the stereotypical 'mwah hua hua' after.

you let out a soft laugh, the kind that still felt unusually foreign on your lips, almost like a language you were relearning. the tension in your shoulders eased just a little as you reached for the garlic cloves, their papery skin crackling under your fingers. you glanced back at him, catching the playful glint in his eyes as he leaned into his ridiculous vampire impression, his grin as cheesy as you imagined it. “for now?” you teased, raising a brow as you placed the garlic on the cutting board. “should i be worried you’re gonna start craving my blood instead of dinner?” you added with a smile. he gasped, a hand flying to his chest as though mortally wounded. “darling, i’d never! though…” his voice dipped theatrically, “if it means i get to bite that lovely neck of yours, i might reconsider.” you rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered this time, small but genuine. “then you’d better help me mince this garlic, dracula, before i revoke your invitation to this kitchen.”

he laughed, moving to your side with ease, his presence steady and warm. “course, course,” he said, grabbing a knife and making a show of twirling it lightly in his hand before chopping the garlic. for a moment, the air felt lighter, the weight on your chest loosening its grip. his effort to make you smile wasn’t lost on you, and you found yourself grateful. not just for his humor, but for the way he didn’t try to fix you. didn't view you as some sort of project that he'd see fit as. instead, he let you exist, fractured edges and all, and somehow that felt more healing than anything else “you’re getting better at this, you know,” he said after a beat, nodding toward the stove. the garlic was sizzling now, releasing a rich aroma that mingled with the bubbling oil. “at cooking?” you asked, pretending not to notice the way his hand brushed against yours as he slid the minced garlic into the pan.

“at trusting,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. you froze, the words cutting through you with their quiet truth. it wasn’t the kind of compliment you were used to. there was no flattery, no sugar coating, just a simple acknowledgment of the effort you’d been pouring into rebuilding yourself; and it felt nice. nicer than you imagined it being. he sliced the last bit of garlic and rubbed the excess from his palms, softly grinning as he kept his eyes on you. letting his hand raise up slowly, in fear that it might startle you, so he could gently caress the side of your face. "just stay like this, okay?" he sighed out, letting his thumb run along your temple. "this is more than enough for me." he added on, before leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. "more than enough." he concluded, looking right into your eyes as he was mere centimeters from your touch. you swallow the lump in your throat as you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but it wasn't sadness. rather relief. relief that you finally felt safe.

"i love you." you shakily state, your lip gently trembling. you could feel the waterworks making their way, and so could he. even making him gear up a few tears of his own, he couldn't help it. knowing just how hard it was for you on a daily basis, but he wouldn't stray from you. he was just fine right here with you, in moments like this. whether it was crying because he accidentally raised his voice, holding you through the shakes when you had a night terror, or just singing you to sleep. he was fine with all the moments in between the so called 'good', he just wanted to be there period. "i love you too, more than you'll ever know." he replied, trying his best to cut away the tears. grinning softly as he wiped under your eyes, "it's the garlic- swear." he snickers, making you laugh with him and shake your head. "onions are what makes you cry." you reply, feeling the heaviness get lighter in your chest. "shh shh, let me have this one." he defends with a giggle. taking a deep sigh and gently caressing your face.

"you're so- good. i'm so sorry anyone has convinced you otherwise, sweetheart." he stifles out, a tear escaping his eyes as it fell slowly down his cheek. you nod and raise your arms up to pull him into a hug, you needed this more than ever. closing your eyes as the sound of the sizzling pan and chet baker's soothing trumpet soared through the room. schlatt began to slowly sway you to the rhythm, kissing the top of your head softly. "i just love emotional pasta nights, really do." he jokes, making you swiftly poke your head up and shake your head with a smile. a real smile. "as long as you're there, i love them too." you mutter barely above a whisper. tilting his head down and kissing you, leaning your chin up delicately and basking in every second of it. he knew it'd be a long road, but he knew he had enough love in his heart to withstand it.

author's note : i might've like ?? actually happy teared at this while writing, my apologies ?? i hope this isn't too short for you anon ! i can always write it longer if you'd like, i just hope you love it <3 cause i definitely did.

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he’s so boyfriend when he’s clean-shaven but with the mustache he’s husband/dilf material oh my god-

FAVORITE TED PICS!

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wanted to share this edit because why is it like 5 hours long

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i fuckin LOVE this man’s profile. especially his nose. god dammit he’s so pretty i cant-

I LOVE BIG NOSES!!!

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LUNCH CLUB SCHLATT PLEASE..any plot but it gets a lil freaky

thanks ^_^

"You had something on your face." - Schlatt x Reader

Gn!reader

CW: mostly fluff, hints of smut near the end

this is based off this video at about 7:15! hope u enjoy :)

This is my first time writing any sort of fanfic in a LOOOONG time!! let me know if you enjoyed this and feel free to leave constructive criticism if you did not! my requests are open if you have any more ideas for fics/blurbs/hcs. thank y'all so much <3

wc: 1228

The LA sun had long set as you sat out on the back patio of the rental home with your friends. Ted was grilling hamburgers, Travis and Cooper were goofing around, and Schlatt sat beside you editing a video. TwitchCon 2019 had been a blast, and you were so thankful to hang out with some of your best friends like this, especially Schlatt. You two weren’t “together” per se, but you definitely weren’t just friends. You were really close with each other, always sitting together or talking when given the opportunity.

“Hey y/n, does this edit look alright? I tried t’ add in some old ironic MLG shit to this CS clip,” the brunet beside you piped up as he tapped your shoulder. You turned to look at his laptop screen as he began to play the sequence before pausing it. “Ah shit— you gotta hear this,” he muttered as he slid his headphones off his ears and onto yours. Even just the slight brush of his fingers on your ears was enough to make your cheeks a bit pink. You focused on the screen in front of you, silently hoping that he didn’t notice. 

He hit play on the video, intently watching your reaction as you viewed the near-shitpost level of editing he’d used on the clip. After a particularly comedic clip of Swagger saying something stupid, Schlatt paused the video as you giggled and slid the headphones off. 

“That was really good, Schlatt. Holy shit—” you wheezed. The brunet smiled widely as he took the headphones back and got back to work. 

You sat beside him as he worked, all his focus centered on the Premiere tab open on his MacBook. His dark eyes flitted across the screen as he clicked and typed away. His tongue was gently poking through his teeth, a sign he was deeply concentrated on whatever task was in front of him. You just sat back and watched him work, barely even realizing that you’d leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder. You definitely didn’t realize that Schlatt went bright red as a result. 

Dave opened the sliding door from the kitchen and stepped out onto the patio with a camera in hand, snapping you out of your trance and forcing you to sit back up straight. You smoothed out your sweatshirt awkwardly as Schlatt slipped off his headphones and looked at you with a soft smile. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Got into watching you work.” The brunet softly chuckled. 

“‘S’all good. Boosts my ego,” he nonchalantly replied as he saved his progress on Premiere and closed his laptop. You could hear Ted and Travis talking back and forth as Dave held the camera on them, watching as Ted picked up a piece of hamburger on a fork and began walking toward Schlatt. 

“Get a taste of this, dude,” Ted confidently spoke as he waltzed over to where you and Schlatt were sitting, Dave following with the camera not too far behind. You watched intently as Schlatt hesitated for a moment while Ted brought the food up to his lips before gingerly biting it off the fork.

Holy shit. That’s all that was running through your mind as you watched the brunet taste test the burger. His eyebrows quirked up a bit as his lips parted, his eyelashes fluttering gently against his skin as he took the food into his mouth. He made slow, methodical chews as if he were a burger sommelier, a bit of juice dripping down his bottom lip. You watched as he thought for a moment before gently nodding in slight surprise, almost as if he were saying, “Damn, you were right. That’s good.” 

You could feel that familiar churning in your stomach, that familiar yearning, as you watched him be so effortlessly beautiful. The way his lips moved, his eyelashes fluttered, and the soft exhale out of his nose as he nodded—it all made you internally groan at just how much you wanted him in that moment. 

“There ya have it, folks,” Ted boasted as the camera panned over to him. Dave followed Ted back over to the grill and continued filming for a little while before turning the camera off. 

You softly smiled as you watched Ted for a moment before turning your attention back to Schlatt, noticing a small drip of the juice still on his lip. Part of you wanted to just tell him about it, and the other wanted to wipe it off for him. But what the hell were you thinking? You were never that bold, especially when it came to Schlatt. 

As you gazed at the brunet beside you for a moment, you could practically feel the confidence entering your body. You had no clue what was going on, but you mentally thanked whatever higher power had bestowed this blessing upon you. 

“Hey Schlatt,” you hummed. “Turn around for a sec.” The brunet obliged, turning to face you with a slightly confused and anticipatory look on his face.

You smiled softly before bringing your hand up to cup his jaw as you pressed your lips onto his—the mixing tastes of him and the juices from the meat creating a slightly gross yet enjoyable experience for you. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, cleaning up the dripping juice he’d left behind before pulling away to catch your breath. 

Schlatt looked like he’d just seen a ghost—he was pale with wide eyes and slightly swollen lips. His bewildered gaze trailed over to meet yours as the color slowly returned to his skin. 

“Wha…” he mumbled, too flustered to even properly speak. 

“You had something on your face. Figured I’d help you with it,” you softly smirked. 

The brunet’s flustered expression slowly morphed into a soft smile at your words. He leaned over to get closer to your ear, his lips barely brushing over your skin and his hot breath tickling you. 

“You don’t know what you just started,” he whispered. His suggestive words, his hot breath, the gentle hand on your thigh to balance himself—god, it was all too much. You felt chills spread through your whole body as you relished in whatever the hell was going on between you two at the moment. 

“Yeah?” you breathily replied, keeping your voice down so as not to attract the attention of Ted and the rest of the group standing around the grill. 

You could feel the shit-eating grin curl onto Schlatt’s lips at the sound of your breathy, flustered response. 

“Oh yeah. Why don’t I help you out a little bit, huh?” He slyly chuckled in your ear, also keeping his voice down for the same reason. 

Before you could even reply, you felt his arms sweep under your legs and behind your back. He easily carried you in his arms, stealthily making his way through the sliding door leading back into the house and padding down to his bedroom with you in tow. 

He plopped you down onto the softness of his bed as he kicked the door closed behind him. That same shit-eating grin was plastered on his face as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he looked down at you, his voice warm and quiet. 

“Help me with something else, doll. Stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty little sounds but me.”

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i found an old writing i did in 2020 about dsmp schlatt and the whole tubbo dad arc bro...

its lowkey not that bad but i'm kinda embarrassed about it... should i post it????

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THE FIRST PIC THE ONE LITTLE CURL UGHHHH

"Hey Boomy what are you thinking about?"

Schlatt with glasses.... ooughh ...

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I WANT HIM AND HIS TUMMY!!!

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HE’S ALWAYS BEEN FINE AND GETTING FINER

every single time i see someone talk about their hyperfixation with schlatt is dying, i always ask myself ... WHEN IS IT MY TURN. it has been ALMOST SIX years.

the worst part is, the fact schlatt just wants to say 'oh i get uglier with age' or 'i'm like a solid 5' can you GET. this man is like an aged merlot, do NAWTTT play with me right now.

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this is doing something for me…

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oh my god i need a full fic of this holy shit

dont have to respond if you’re uncomfy,

but i have a dumb and breeding/impregnation kink and just imagine schlatt fucking you so stupid to the point where you almost dont care and just forget you’re super fertile, so you just let him cum inside you, filling you up till the brim and you dont even realize till you guys are done. (at that point, he’s came waayy too many times for you to be not pregnant.)

i’ve discovered i only have a breeding kink with schlatt…i don’t know what it is or why but for some reason i only want to have schlatt’s baby. the whole time he knew what he was doing. he told you to trust him. he’ll pull out he said, but he never did and you were too fucked out silly to notice. now it’s 2 weeks later and you’re throwing up every morning. schlatt smirks to himself because he knows your pregnant before you do

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i think about this clip at least twice a day

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happy pride month to the all american bitch

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Here a little blurb I made to cheer me up after doomscrolling and genuinely feeling awful.

Schlatt x gn!reader, reader is depressed, some slight suicidal thoughts if you squint hard enough

K thanks 👍

You were doomscrolling again.

Instagram, Twitter, fuck even on Tumblr. You were just jumping back and forth between different apps, only to scroll through them for 10 minutes before moving on to a different one. Wash, rinse, repeat.

It’s not like it was doing any favors for your mental or physical health. You felt both your mind and your body rot away as you consumed triggering post after triggering post. It was so overwhelming. You needed to stop. Just get up and stop before the tears in your eyes threatened to spill.

“Dinner’s almost ready, bub.”

You could barely hear your boyfriend yelling to you from the kitchen. He was currently cooking up a spaghetti dinner, and the whole room smelled like Italian comfort food. It made you happy, it made you feel warm. At least, that’s how it should’ve felt.

Instead, you were spiraling. Tears were falling from your eyes after doomscrolling through the comments section of a polar bear traversing over pancake ice. It’s all too much. What’s even the point of living if shit keeps getting wor-

“Babe? ‘j ya hear me?”

You finally snapped out of your spiral after actually hearing your boyfriend speak to you this time. It was just a muffled sound of nothing at first, but he always managed to break through somehow.

After quickly snapping your head up to the kitchen doorway, you saw him. Schlatt was standing there with the spaghetti scooper in hand. At first he looked confused, but seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks, he threw the scooper down and made his way to you.

Gently, he sat himself on the couch and put an arm around you. You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. Your eyes instead stayed glued to your phone that played the same video you were watching moments ago.

“Baby, look at me.” He said, his voice gentle and loving.

When you wouldn’t turn to him, he slowly took your phone from your hand and stuffed it inside his pocket. You had no choice but to look into his soft, understanding eyes. He was so full of worry for you, so full of love. It was enough to make you shed a few more tears.

“Can you be honest with me.” He asks. And you nod in response.

“Are you doomscrolling again.”

Your eyes shifted down to his chest to avoid eye contact again. But you still nod your head.

Schlatt pulls you in close, his arm hugged around your body as you press up against his side. Your eyes trail up to his face again, being greeted once again by his caring eyes.

“What have I told you about all that, huh?”

“I uhh.. I shouldn’t be doing it, I know..”

“Right. Now your phone privileges have been taken.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that a little, even if it was extremely fleeting. You wrap your arms around his big torso and attempted to get comfortable.

“Can I…” you spoke up. “Can I sit on your lap?”

Without saying anything, Schlatt pulled you up onto his lap, so that your legs were draped over his thigh and your cheek way rested on his chest. He started scratching and massaging your scalp with one hand, while the other rubbed your arm tenderly.

“It’s gonna be okay, bub.” He said, his voice low and comforting to your vulnerable mind. “The world sucks ass, I know. But we always find a way to live with it, right? It’s probably not gonna be as bad as it looks if I’m gonna be honest. But just… No more doomscrolling, okay? Please?”

Your sobbing only continued as you listened to him speak. You needed this. No more doomscrolling, no more mind rotting posts. Just the sounds of his breathing to keep you grounded in reality. You really fucking needed this.

“Spaghetti’s ready if you want some, by the way.” Schlatt said. “You hungry, bub?”

You nodded slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to him if he didn’t feel his shirt rubbing against him when you nodded.

“M’kay.. You want me to put on some Christmas music?”

“Mhm..”

“M’kay then.”

The two of you didn’t move for a while though. You needed his touch, his affection, his love. He was so warm, so huggable. You wanted to stay like this for as long as possible before your stomach started screaming at you.

“Baby..” You muttered, your voice a little shot from crying.

“Yeah?”

“‘m hungry.”

He chuckled a little bit and ruffled your hair. “You ready for some food?”

“Yeah. Yeah I am..”

After his silent agreement, he gently guided you up onto your feet and walked with you into the kitchen. Christmas music played from the vinyl record playing in the dining room, the taste of spaghetti comforted you inside and out, and most important of all, your boyfriend was sitting right next to you, singing along to some Nat King Cole with his mouth full of spaghetti.

Maybe things aren’t so bad after all.