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hey y'all, sorry for going mia!! lots of things happening in maxland lately.

the production of legally blonde i did was successful! other big updates are that i've moved to college, anddddd baby had a little showmance during legally blonde that blossomed into a fr relationship :') very exciting stuff!

i should be getting back to writing soon. i've missed you all dearly <3

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what i did for love (jschlatt x reader fic)

chapter 2: new guy

summary: after endless chatter about the so-called "new guy," you finally have a less than ideal run-in with him. word count: ≈2.0k warnings: fem!reader, use of (y/n), kinda angsty later on a/n: hi chat. this chapter is kinda tea so i hope you like it lol song: again and again - the bird and the bee

You never thought you’d be more grateful for a lunch break in your life. The cast had been dismissed for an hour just after running the emotional monologue from the character Paul, which promptly followed your solo dance number. Teching your routine wasn’t too much of a hassle, but the actual choreography was beyond grueling. You were more than ready for a breather.

Surprisingly, Schlatt, during the run, wasn’t a bother at all. You could’ve sworn you caught him glancing at you from the wings at certain points, and you couldn’t say for sure whether or not he had seen any of your solo at all, but during the monologue afterward in which everyone in the cast was offstage save for your castmate Mateo, Schlatt was nowhere to be found. 

Not that you had a problem with that, anyway. Hell, you didn’t care what all he fucked off to do as long as you didn’t have to be there for any of it.

Now, you could only do your best to rid your mind of all thoughts related to him as you sat in your dressing room, which you shared with Victoria and two other castmates, Sierra and Lola. Aside from your already established bond with Victoria, you’d taken it upon yourself to build a closer friendship with Sierra and Lola since they played the characters Maggie and Bebe respectively, so naturally you would have to stand near them in the chorus line formation. That was also partially the reason the four of you had been grouped together to share a dressing room, so it was only beneficial for you to have a good rep with both.

The four of you were plopped in a circle on the dressing room floor, accompanied by your other castmates Ari, Mateo, and Dante. All seven of you picked at your lunches, more interested in the conversation at hand than actually eating. However, the topic quickly shifted to the oh so mysterious new guy, and as much as you wanted to shut your brain off than have to listen to speculations about Schlatt, you were also insanely hungry. So, you simply forced yourself to sit there and listen.

That was just like Schlatt, you couldn’t help but think sourly. Always the center of attention, even when he wasn’t in the room.

“Has anyone actually gotten a chance to talk to him yet?” Lola asked, her amber eyes twinkling with curiosity as she scanned the group. 

“I accidentally bumped into him after we teched my scene,” Mateo piped up. “He was pretty nice. Apologized to me and all. Even though it was totally my fault.”

“Can I say he’s kinda hot?” Sierra was next to chime in, her silvery voice quickly filling the silence. A quiet laugh promptly rippled through the group, although it took a bit of willpower on your behalf to keep your own from sounding too forced. “Like, respectfully? I’d smash.”

“You’d smash anything that breathes.” Ari, seated behind her on the dressing room counter, nudged her teasingly with his leg.

“Hey, can you blame me? I’ve tried every dating app there is. I’m debating whipping out the last resort any day now.”

“eHarmony?”

“No. Becoming a nun.”

“Okay, but do we know why they brought in someone new so late in the process?” Victoria interrupts. “What happened to the old stagehand? What’s-his-face?”

“Who cares what his name was? He got fired, and good thing.” This heated answer was spat from Dante, who had been cast in the show as the lively tap-dancer Mike. His heavy Brooklyn accent was interwoven through every syllable as he continued, “He was a fuckin’ idiot, not to mention a total dick. Always actin’ like he knew everything, being a shit to Vanja and all. I’m surprised she didn’t kick his ass out sooner. But I heard they put out an open call for someone to fill in for ‘im. Anyone with at least basic knowledge of allat computery shit. I guess that’s how they roped the new guy in. Shat, or whatever he’s called.”

Of course. He made perfect sense for the job. He’d wanted to go into computer science before he’d gone down the rabbit hole of his own career. “Schlatt.” You couldn’t keep the correction from spilling from your lips. You weren’t all too thrilled to discover the way his name still tasted like acid on your tongue.

“Yeah. That.”

“Well, at least he seems nice.” Victoria shrugged. “Upgrade from the last dude.”

“Nice and sexy!” Sierra giggled, earning another nudge from Ari.

Despite yourself, you opened your mouth. You had the insatiable urge to say something, maybe a cryptic, biting remark directed towards Schlatt. Something about how nobody here knew what he was really like, how he was the furthest thing from nice, how he’d ruined everything. However, you were promptly interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door.

“Hello?” Lola called out, craning her neck to snag a better view of the visitor.

The door creaked open, and Lacey poked her head in. Lacey was a petite, curvy girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and extravagant eyeshadow powdered against her lids. She’d been cast as Val, so she figured going over the top in her stage look would fit the character. Nobody had the heart to tell her she looked clownish.

“Just wanted to tell you guys we have five minutes until we’re back,” she explained in her typical squeaky tone, a toothy grin spreading across her lips. “Vanja’s giving us a bit of extra time to get settled, though. She just finished introducing herself to Jay.”

For whatever reason, Lacey first-naming Schlatt created a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. Nobody ever did that. Not in his circle, anyway. But you couldn’t necessarily fault her for that. She didn’t come from his circle. That was a you problem.

“Thanks, Lacey.” You quickly hopped to your feet, stashing what was left of your lunch back with your belongings. “I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. Will someone let Vanja know in case I’m not back in time?”

“I got it,” Victoria instantly volunteered, to which you shot her a grateful smile.

“Go piss, girl!” Ari murmured, resulting in a collective snort among the group. He elicited a grin from you, too, but you’re already out the door by the time you clocked it.

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Wandering through the twisting hallways of the backstage area reminded you of yet another thing you’d never get used to regardless of how long you’d been performing. It never seemed to fully register that the older the theatre, the more historic the building, the dingier the backstage was. And right now, you might as well have been traversing a maze.

All this for a piss.

You couldn’t tell how long it took you to actually locate the bathrooms within the labyrinthine hallways, and you could only imagine that, with your luck, it’d be even longer before you found your way back to the stage. And of course that proved to be true. Before you knew it, you were lost. It wasn’t your fault, you kept telling yourself. This is why you exclusively used the restrooms out in the theatre’s foyer. At least those were easy to find.

“Whoa!”

You were instantly snapped out of your daze as you collided with someone’s larger frame. You stumbled backward from the impact, but whoever you ran into quickly clamped their hands around your biceps to keep you from completely falling on your ass.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I-” Your vision refocused, your voice instantly trailing off as you gazed upward at the person before you. Schlatt’s eyes bore into yours, hints of both concern and amusement evident in his gaze. Suddenly, the grip on your arms turned from something relieving to much more revolting.

The corners of his lips tilted upward in the faintest of smiles as he let go of you, stepping back. You could feel his gaze raking over you, taking you in. “Hey, stranger,” he greeted, leaning against the wall beside him.

You wanted to walk away, turn your back on him this instant. But you couldn’t. You felt paralyzed. Rooted to the spot.

“Hi,” you muttered in return.

“How’s it goin’? Been a while, huh?”

“Yep.” No shit, it’s been a while. I never wanted to see you again. “I’ve been fine. Been busy with the show and all.”

“I can imagine. Seems like a lotta work already.”

“It’s Broadway. Of course it is.” Your tone came out a bit more biting than intended. Schlatt quickly seemed to catch on, his brow quirking up in a slight smirk.

“You’re right. Stupid thing of me to say.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. You huffed out a scoff, but it was clearly forced. “Well, uh, hey,” Schlatt tried once more after an awkward silence ensued. “I saw you dance a little bit. From the wings. You did… good.”

“Good, huh?” You folded your arms across your chest, a bit exasperated with how the conversation was going nowhere.

“Yeah. You did good,” he repeated, his eyes still glued to you. It was growing increasingly hard not to shudder under his stare, feeling like prey beneath him. Your stomach churned, and you could practically hear your heart’s frenzied beating within your eardrum. For a moment, he fell quiet once more, and you swore you saw his expression falter. Whatever air of confidence was there before seemed to melt, devolving into something softer, something unreadable… disappointment, maybe? Regret? “You look good, (Y/N).”

It felt like the world stopped at that. You had to fight every fiber within you that wanted to bark out an incredulous laugh. “Really?” you instead asked, bewilderment of his utter audacity clear in your voice. “Is this a joke?”

Schlatt instantly straightened, no longer leaning on the wall. An air of defensiveness flickered over him. “What? Can I not say you look good?”

“Are you actually asking me that?” It shouldn’t have been so easy for him to rile you up, get under your skin.

Schlatt’s lips flattened into a straight line as he heaved a heavy sigh. “(Y/N), come on. Listen, I know these aren’t ideal conditions, but-”

“Like hell they aren’t!” You ran a hand through your hair, feeling like you might as well have been on the brink of tearing every single strand out. “Just stop. Not now. Don’t do this to me.”

“Why not now? Look, we gotta talk at some point.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about. You made things very clear when you decided you were done with me,” you spat. Schlatt opened his mouth to protest, but you quickly interrupted. “Can you please just do me a solid and point me back to the stage? I’ve got more important things to focus on right now than this.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. His usually soft expression was icy, and it was evident by the way his eyes flitted all across your face that he was seriously debating what to do next. However, to your relief, he jerked his head over his shoulder. “Straight ahead behind me. Take a left, up the stairs, take a right. You'll find your way.”

You didn’t wait to say anything more. No sooner did the words escape his lips than you practically bolted past him, reciting the directives he’d given you over and over to occupy your mind. To anyone else in the cast, your exchange with Schlatt would have seemed entirely random. Up until this moment, you two hadn’t interacted once. How could it have bubbled up to this so quickly?

That was something only you and Schlatt knew. The history between you two. And yet, knowing that history like the back of each other’s hands, he still wanted to act like things were normal. He still wanted to try and pass off as if nothing happened. As if everything was fine. Tearing your heart and stomping on it, over and over and over again.

Furiously wiping your eyes as your feet pattered up the staircase he’d guided you to, you couldn’t help but ponder. He was so clearly over everything. Over it enough to feel confident enough to act all casual, anyway.

So why the hell couldn’t you be?

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jschlatt masterlist ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

smut

his voice lunch club!schlatt - staying quiet, hcs, soft dom hotel room park your car on my face in the mirror

fluff / sfw

streaming with him alone on the balcony slow dancing brother's best friend dad!schlatt - hcs, barbies with his daughter broadway!s/o - hcs, running lines with him his playlist for you edits of you buff!s/o interrupt can't buy me love sleepy afternoons

angst

cry baby you're not the only one i know drown

other

what i did for love - chapter 1, chapter 2

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ted nivison masterlist . ݁₊ ⊹ 💤 . ݁˖ . ݁

smut

jewelry

fluff / sfw

beneath the mask his playlist for you if you want this love

angst

none yet!

other

none yet!

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will prob be reworking masterlists so if u see that today pls ignore lmao

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As a theatre girly i’m so excited for WIDFL!!

ty ml i'm so glad!! i've got the whole plot laid out already and i hope ppl will like where i take things :)

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what i did for love (jschlatt x reader fic)

chapter 1: ...again!

summary: your broadway debut is finally here after years of working toward it. however, an unwelcome face is quick to crash the party. word count: ~1.3k warnings: fem!reader a/n: please don't yell at me if any of the details about the rehearsal process or whatever are factually incorrect. idgaf!!! all love ofc. also, this fic will (obviously) draw on a lot of material from a chorus line, so i’d suggest familiarizing yourself with the show while reading if you’re not already! not essential tho lol song: i hope i get it - a chorus line ensemble

The first thing you noticed was how, no matter where you performed or for how long, you would never get used to the way the stage lights quite nearly blinded you.

Opening night of your leg of A Chorus Line opened in less than two weeks, and you couldn’t be more elated. For years, this had been your dream. To perform, to be onstage, to be on Broadway. And now here you were. The show was undergoing another revival, a more modern take on the iconic musical. The casting directors had issued an open call to all aspiring stars in New York City to scout some fresh talent. They’d mentioned something about wanting to find unknowns, some unrecognizable faces since you couldn’t keep casting the same people over and over. That would be overkill, they said. That was a no-go. Not here. Not in the big leagues or whatever.

Hell, you were lucky that you even made it past the initial round of callbacks. But if you had told the version of you almost a year ago that was stepping into those auditions for the first time that you were going to be chosen to play Cassie, one of the most prominent roles in the show, you probably wouldn’t have believed it. A whole dance number and song to yourself, plus the most dialogue out of the rest of the female characters? It was surreal.

And now, after months of rehearsals, the opening was just around the corner.

It was no secret that everyone involved was growing increasingly antsy the closer opening night drew. Your castmates were collectively full of a newfound energy you hadn’t witnessed from them yet. It didn’t help that today was the first day of full costumes, plus more light and music cueing. Somehow, the show coming together brought everyone’s moods up by a thousand.

These more upbeat vibes were made evident as the cast stood in the primary assigned formation, one next to the other all in a line close to the edge of the stage. You stood, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting with the scarlet tulle of your costume’s skirt while, out in the audience, the production team buzzed amongst each other with directives, ideas on what to cue next, and how. And those stage lights, those damn lights, bore down upon you. You had to tilt your head down to keep the rays from blaring directly into your eyes.

“Okay!” You were no sooner snapped out of your daze at the booming sound of your director Vanja’s voice from out in the audience. Vanja was a middle-aged woman who’d been raised to become a ballet prodigy. She was not only a seasoned dancer but a strict, dedicated spirit, which was only natural considering her upbringing. She was functioning as both director and choreographer, so she was undoubtedly the most strung-up out of anyone involved in the show, but for obviously different reasons. You squinted, trying to search for her limber figure out in the house, but your vision was obscured from your point on the stage. Her eastern European accent (from exactly where, you couldn't recall) oozed through her words like a thick molasses as she continued, “We will be running ‘At The Ballet’ next. Victoria! Step up, please.”

From your left, your castmate Victoria stepped forward. The tall blonde had been cast as Sheila, the character who sung the first section of the aforementioned song. Since the two of you were sandwiched directly beside each other in the line formation, you’d become quite close during the rehearsal process. “Yes?” Victoria answered coolly, not at all intimidated by Vanja’s demanding tone. You couldn’t help but envy her a little bit for that.

“We will start a couple of lines before the beginning of the song,” Vanja instructed. “Isaiah will prompt you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Isaiah!” Isaiah was another member of the cast, having been assigned the role of Zach, or the director of the chorus line the show centered around. Zach was primarily unseen throughout the show save for a few particular scenes, so Isaiah, the lucky bastard, got to sit out in the house for most of the rehearsals. You couldn’t see where he was located either, but Vanja seemed to have spotted him, as you could hear her advise, “Start from, ah… start from, ‘Better, go on.’ Just after she’s taken her ponytail down, yes?”

You heard a deeper voice clearing their throat, indicating Isaiah was beginning to speak his assigned dialogue. “Better. Go on.” 

Victoria, meanwhile, squared her shoulders in an attempt to rapidly lock into character before reciting her own lines. “Oh, how she did it. Well, first, she took me to see all the ballets. And then, she gave me her old toe shoes, which I used to run down the sidewalk in. On my toes. At five. And then-”

Suddenly, the typically fluorescent stage lights dimmed to a faded mix of blue and purple. It would have been a very serene color combo had it not been for Vanja’s deafening voice cutting Victoria’s dialogue off. “Hold!” she yelled. “That light cue is too early! That is not supposed to happen until the music starts! Who did that? Tech! Who did that?”

As Vanja spat out her rampaging words, Victoria turned her head just slightly enough to make eye contact with you. She sent you a discreet side-eye as if to nonverbally say, ‘She’s crazy!’

At that moment, one of the members of the tech crew stuck his head out from the wings of the stage. You recognized his face considering you’d seen him around so often, but you never caught his name. “Sorry, ma’am!” he apologized with a rueful grin. “That was an accident. I’m trying to show the new guy the ropes.”

New guy?

Judging by the tone of Vanja’s voice instantly calming down, she seemed to grasp the situation. “Ah, the new techie boy?” she queried. “I haven’t gotten to see him yet.”

“Oh, he’s right here.”

Almost as if on cue, everyone in the cast’s head turned towards the wing, where a second head popped out from behind the curtain. Your eyes widened. No way.

The new guy in question donned a polite smile, his oak brown curls cascading down the sides of his face into mutton chops you recognized all too well. His golden-rimmed aviator glasses shielded his glinting eyes. “How’s it goin’?” he greeted sheepishly, and to your right, you heard your castmate Ari suck in a quiet gasp. Nobody ever spoke to Vanja so casually.

No way.

“Hello.” Surprisingly, Vanja didn’t seem to mind so much. Or maybe she was just giving him the pass since he was new. “What’s your name? I apologize, I never caught it.”

“Oh, uh, Jay. Lotsa people call me Schlatt, though.”

No. Way.

“Ah. Pleasure to meet you, Jay.” You could practically hear the smile in Vanja’s words. “Come see me when we take a break so I can properly speak to you.”

“Will do. Sorry ‘bout the lights. I’ll be more careful.” 

Your stomach churned. Why the hell was he here? Him, of all people? Victoria, sweet Victoria, somehow seemed to catch on to your less than enthused reaction. In your periphery, you could see her quirking up a brow inquisitively at your expression. You couldn’t even make eye contact with her. You were too busy staring at Schlatt, fighting to keep your jaw from dropping.

And of course the prick had to notice you.

It happened in a split second. As he retreated back behind the curtain, your gazes met. A stupid grin crept onto his face as he saw you, clearly dumbfounded by his very presence in the theatre. If you weren’t onstage right now in front of all these people, you would’ve lunged at him.

You heard Vanja’s voice once more as the lights returned to their normal cue, preparing to resume the scene, but it all might as well have been a distant echo. Somehow, someway, Schlatt had made his way back into your life after fighting for so long to keep him out of it.

Why him?

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19 with Schlatt!!

19. drown - cuco, clairo (link to req info here)

"doll, come on. listen to me, we can talk this out," schlatt pleads. you can barely hear him over your frenzied packing of your suitcase. he sounds desperate as he begs you to spare him just one more moment, only one, but you're too far past that limit. you've given him far more than just a moment. you've given him days, weeks, months. only now that you're slipping from his grasp does he finally try to win you back.

you'd known from the beginning of your relationship that schlatt was a workaholic. you couldn't fault him for that. hell, he loves making videos, and it pays the bills. you'd accepted that fact. and the start of the relationship was wonderful. when he wasn't making videos, he was all over you. he would drag you out of bed to take you out somewhere nice just as an excuse to spend time with you.

but the more time went on, the more distant he grew. you can't even begin to try and count the number of times you've had to sit down with him, asking him what was going on, if you did something, the works. every single time, he'd say, "sorry, doll. i'll work on it."

some work. you may have been at home living with him, but it was as if you just didn't exist to him. it's been so lonely even with him in the house.

"i've tried talking this out with you," you respond, your words coming out more curt than you intended. "so many times. i think i'm going crazy. i can't even remember the last time we had a real conversation aside from exchanging a few small words here and there. you're just... you barely have any time for me anymore. i can't keep doing this, hoping you'll come around eventually."

schlatt looks crestfallen, his lip caught between his teeth. "toots, please, i just- don't go. stay."

you, meanwhile, finish zipping your suitcase with a resigned sigh. "look. i just need some time away from you. i think it'd be best for us both," you reply coolly. in truth, it's taking a lot to even be in the same room as him. you just want to get out. it's suffocating you, almost as if you're drowning.

schlatt opens his mouth to say something, but after a moment, he shuts it. his lips press into a thin line as he draws a deep inhale. for the most part, his expression is unreadable. his hands settle on his hips, and judging by his body language, the way his eyes are darting all around the room, you can easily assume there's a whirlwind of emotion brewing inside his head right now, yet he has no idea what to do with it all. for a brief moment, the pair of you stand there, frozen.

however, schlatt is the one to break the silence. his voice comes out softer than you're accustomed to. "so is this it? we're done?"

you bite the inside of your cheek pensively. "do you want us to be?"

"of course i fuckin' don't, (y/n). do you?"

you wrack your brain for a definitive answer, yet nothing clear comes to the forefront of your mind. yeah, you're tired of being cast aside and ignored, but this is the guy that you fell head over heels in love with all that time ago. and as you meet his strained gaze, you can still see a glimmer of who he was back then. and you're stuck.

"i don't know."

schlatt's mouth flattens once more as he nods in weary acceptance. "but you're still leavin'." his words are more of a statement than a question, as if he's trying to come to terms with the reality of the situation himself.

"i am."

"for how long?"

another blank. "i don't know, jay." and a pressing silence.

"well... gimme a call, at least. so i know you're safe." you can almost swear you hear a break in his voice. "you got my number. whenever you need."

something inside you shatters at that, yet you do your best to conceal it. "i will," you say, yet you're not entirely sure how willing you are to uphold this promise.

schlatt looks like he wants to say something more, but all he can do is shake his head with a low groan. "okay," is all he musters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

okay? just okay? after everything? you take this as your opportunity to yank your suitcase behind you, stalking out of what was once your shared bedroom before you have an outburst you will undoubtedly regret later. as you make your exit, you hear schlatt's final follow up.

"i love ya, toots."

is he serious?

"okay," you mumble, slamming the front door behind you.

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literally anything smutty about ted I beg

nsfw under the cut.

one of your favorite things about ted's "fashion era" was the jewelry. and you made sure to let him know, both outright and in more subtle ways. and of course ted noticed. how could he not? the way your eyes would transfix on his hands whenever he talked, the silver of his countless rings glinting in the light. the way you'd see him wearing a new chain or pendant, instantly rushing up to him to toy with it between your fingers.

he knew how much you loved his jewelry, and he eventually grew to love it even more than before.

so naturally ted knew you would enjoy it when his large hands slipped underneath your top in the heat of a passionate makeout session, the array of bracelets adorning his wrists clinking together as he discarded each item of your clothing one by one, his palms roving across your flesh as if he was a man starved.

ted knew he would drive you wild as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, each finger he used drenched in your slick. the more you pleaded, "more, teddy, more," and the more he gave in, the more the evidence of your arousal eventually coated his rings. he knew you could feel them the deeper and faster he fingered you judged by the faint little gasps that escaped you each time the frigid metal came into contact with you. at this, he briefly slowed his motions, searching for your gaze with a questioning look.

"you okay?" he silently asked as soon as you made eye contact. it took you a moment to return to reality from your blissful haze, but once you gave him a vigorous nod, that mischievous smirk you know all too well instantly graced his kiss-swollen lips, and his ministrations resumed while the silver from the rings shone with clear signs of the pleasure he was giving you.

and of course ted knew you would go stir crazy when he had you pinned beneath him in missionary, his necklaces dangling downward and hovering just above your nose as he pounded his cock relentlessly into you. and as the two of you rapidly approached your highs, he just knew that, as his hips sputtered in the midst of his orgasm, the slight jerk of his chain above your agape jaw would grab your attention immediately as your walls pulsed around him.

safe to say he would be accessorizing with jewelry way more often.

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not a song fic, but the vibes for this drabble are: > parfum d'étoiles - ichiko aoba > the fear of losing this - florist

thinking about sleepy afternoons with schlatt, where neither of you have the energy to do anything but lay in bed, reveling in each other's presence.

being swamped by the sheets and laying skin to skin with him, him either playing with your hair or humming a soft tune to you. your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat thrumming a steady rhythm against your head. subconsciously trying to sync your own breathing with his.

the sunlight pours through the window, casting a golden glow on your bodies. the sheets are cool, yet the day and schlatt's body against you are so warm. the mere thought of this moment ever ending is torture in itself.

whatever tasks were on today's to-do list are a distant memory now. as schlatt's arms encase around your frame, your knowledge of just how deep your love for your big guy runs is only further solidified.

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ted and 706??

706. if you want this love - the west coast pop art experimental band (link to req info here)

loving you is the easiest thing in the world for ted.

the two of you have decided to spend the day in. it's one of those lazy sundays where you'd rather not do anything except stay at home, lounging about. he loves these kinds of days since he can spend practically every waking hour clinging to you, cuddling close, whatever you'll let him do.

currently, you stand at his kitchen counter, preparing dinner for the two of you. it's nothing too extravagant, just a pasta dish you know is a hit for you both. and of course ted is right behind you, his large arms encircled around your waist while he buries his face into your hair, simply taking in your scent.

"you sure i can't help you with anything?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled.

"no, teddy. i've got it. but thank you."

"uh-huh." he doesn't sound fully convinced, but he goes along with it anyway. there isn't a thing he wouldn't do for you. in fact, he'd do just about anything for you. you're so gentle with him, so kind. as long as he knows he has that, that you love him, that you're his, he's perfectly happy.

he's so lost in thought thinking about how deep his love for you runs that he doesn't notice you tilting your head back to look at him. "teddy," you softly call his name.

"whuh?" he's quickly snapped out of his daze, his coffee-colored eyes instantly zeroing in on you as that familiar, lovesick smile he reserves just for you adorns his face.

"i realized you actually can help me with something."

"what's up?" ted is promptly at attention. meanwhile, a knowing grin crosses your features.

"i really need a kiss right now," you begin teasingly. "think you could give me one?"

ted feels his heart swell in his chest. "since you asked so politely," he playfully retorts before bending down, swooping in and capturing your lips in his.

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LITTLE MISS WOODS COMMA ELLE? fucking congrats, dude. that’s so sick. i hope you have such a good time!!! 🩵

TY SWEET RORY ily!!!

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omg i’m doing legally blonde next year! also congrats on getting Elle 😽

that's so exciting!! you'll have tons of fun, i did the show almost two years ago now and had the best time :) and ty so so so much <3

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wsg chat

i'm sure this doesn't mean much but in case anyone wonders why my posts will likely become way less frequent in the coming month, it's because i'm involved with a theatre production!! it's gonna take up most of my weekdays. i'm gonna be a busy gal!

i promise i'm gonna get to every single req in due time <3 ty for being patient w/ me, love y'all

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Seeing and momentarily living in rory's Kaylnn fic to seeing "schlatt railing you" gave me whiplash, for real

LMAO that's valid my blog is kind of a clusterfuck with both my posts and the reblogs 😭😭 my fault anon

[exactlymaximumgarden]

this is the cutest shit ever goodnight

165 w/ kalynn!!

𝟏𝟔𝟓. 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 | 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧.

𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆.

𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

it’s raining in new york, fully putting a damper (pun intended) on the day you and kalynn had planned with weston and aisha. the four of you were going to go out on a double date of sorts, but with the rain showing no signs of stopping, you and kalynn decided you’ll just have a nice day in.

neither of you have moved to get out of bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms under kalynn’s soft comforter. your head is resting upon kalynn’s chest, her steady heartbeat thrumming against your ear, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as she holds you close. her other hand moves your hair out of your face, petting the top of your head gently.

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, breathing in the warm floral smell of kalynn’s perfume that lingers on her skin. kalynn places a soft kiss on your forehead, and you look up at her, smiling.

“i love days like this,” kalynn murmurs, and you give her a soft smile, “wish we could spend all day in bed more often.”

“it’s nice, huh?” you agree, and kalynn leans down a little to place a soft kiss to your lips. as you kiss her back, she turns over onto her side, slotting her leg between yours, the other coming to rest up on your hip. she slips an arm under your head, wrapping it around your shoulder to pull you closer to her, cupping your cheek with her other hand.

as kalynn deepens the kiss, her lips and tongue moving with yours languidly, unhurriedly, just savoring you, you run your hand up her thigh, gripping the soft skin beneath the hem of her shorts. she sighs into your mouth, the hand on your cheek moving to the back of your neck, her fingers threading into your hair.

when kalynn pulls away from you, she puts her forehead against yours, a shy smile on her face. “i love you,” she whispers, kissing your nose, “always and forever.”

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆,

𝒎𝒊𝒍����𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒓,

𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏

𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕-𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.

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filthy prompt: schlatt railing you, bending you over in front of a full length mirror. he forces you to keep eye contact while fucking you stupid.

SORRY LOL IM OVULATING. but do with this as you will ;)

btw can i be 🎮 anon if it’s not already taken?

oh my god this is DELISH. and ofc you can (congrats on being my first designated emoji anon!) nsfw under the cut. cw: light choking kink

"c'mon. eyes up, dollface."

your jaw hangs slack as schlatt repeatedly rams his dick into you. he's got you bent over underneath him, one arm wrapped firmly around your torso. his other hand has nestled at your throat, his fingers expertly pushing your chin up just enough to where you can clearly see the image of him fucking you senseless reflected back at you in his mirror.

it's so hard, trying to keep your eyes open. all you want to do is let go and revel in the onslaught of pleasure he's giving you. every thrust hits that perfect spot within you, ceaselessly making you scream.

"ohh, listen to you." schlatt's voice sounds strained, as if he's talking through gritted teeth. "y'like that, huh, baby? watchin' yourself take my cock?"

his praises pull a string of moans from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut once more. however, schlatt is quick to notice, and his grip on your throat tightens just a tad.

"nuh-uh. didn't you hear me, toots? eyes open. yeaaah, that's it. look at you, fuck, milkin' me fuckin' dry."