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lambyblurbsfics · 23 days ago

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schlatt comforting reader w period mood swings?

Schlatt hated texting. Every second he spent staring at his phone screen made him irrationally angry. But here he was, thumb hovering over the keyboard as if this was a life-or-death situation.

It wasn’t. Not really. But you had told him earlier today that you weren’t feeling great, and his dumb brain couldn’t think about anything else. You weren’t dying or anything dramatic like that — no, it was just your period, which you mentioned almost casually.

And now Schlatt was spiraling because he wanted to see you, really wanted to see you. But how the hell was he supposed to help with… that? Pads, tampons, cramps—none of that was in his skill set. Cooking, yelling at people, drinking too much beer? Sure. Comforting his girlfriend during her period? That was a minefield, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

Schlatt:

Hey.

The little typing dots appeared almost immediately.

You:

Heyyy :)

There it was—those extra letters in your texts that always made him feel dumb for smiling at his screen.

Schlatt:

Wanna hang out tonight?

You:

Ugh, babe, I’m dying here. I can’t move. 😩

Schlatt stared at the text for longer than he wanted to admit. He cracked his knuckles, cracked his neck, and let out a frustrated sigh. He was annoyed at himself because he didn’t know how to respond.

A second message followed:

You:

Sorry, just feel gross and achy. Next time?

Something about the word gross got under his skin. You weren’t gross, not even close. Not to him. And if you were achy, well... Schlatt figured there had to be something he could do.

He ran his hands down his face and groaned. Screw it. He could either overthink this all night or get his ass in gear. He chose the latter.

Fifteen minutes later, Schlatt was standing at your door, grocery bags hanging from his fists. He didn’t knock right away—just stood there awkwardly, hyping himself up. His heart was pounding in a way he wasn’t used to.

When he finally knocked, your voice called out from inside: "Coming!"

The door opened slowly, revealing you in one of those old T-shirts you always wore when you were at home. Your hair was a bit messy, your eyes tired, but Schlatt thought you looked just as pretty as ever.

“Hey,” you greeted, your face lighting up in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Schlatt held up the grocery bags. “Figured I’d... you know... help or whatever.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you stepped aside to let him in. He brushed past you, hoping the bags would distract from how fast his heart was beating.

“What’s in the bags?” you asked, following him to the couch.

Schlatt plopped the bags down on the coffee table and began pulling items out. “I got you some of those—uh, what are they called—Midol things? And, uh, chocolate. And... a heating pad. I read that helps.”

You blinked, staring at the assortment. “You did all this for me?”

Schlatt shrugged, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Yeah. Thought I’d try my hand at not being a complete asshole for once.”

Your laugh was soft, but it hit him like a punch to the chest. “You’re not an asshole, Schlatt.”

“Eh. Jury’s still out.”

You smiled at him, and the look you gave was so soft, so full of affection, that it made Schlatt feel like he might combust on the spot.

“Come here,” you murmured, tugging at his sleeve.

Schlatt hesitated, still feeling awkward, but you gave him that look—the one that always made him cave. So, he kicked off his shoes and sank onto the couch beside you. You curled into his side immediately, your head resting against his shoulder.

He froze for a second, then slowly wrapped an arm around you. It was a little stiff, a little awkward, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“You don’t have to stay if this makes you uncomfortable,” you said softly.

“Uncomfortable?” Schlatt snorted. “What, like I’ve never heard of a period before? Please. I went to public school.”

You chuckled into his shoulder. “Yeah, well, it’s not exactly fun to deal with.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Schlatt muttered. “I had to Google half this stuff. Some of it is downright terrifying.”

You burst out laughing, and the sound was so warm and familiar that Schlatt felt his nerves ease a bit.

“Glad my suffering is entertaining,” you teased.

He gave you a smug grin. “You know me. Big fan of suffering. Builds character.”

You playfully nudged his ribs. “You’re ridiculous.”

Schlatt smirked, but the teasing dropped out of his expression when he looked at you again. You seemed a little more relaxed now, your body leaning fully against his, and he found that he really liked how that felt.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, uh... how’s the cramping situation?”

You groaned dramatically. “Still horrible.”

Without thinking, Schlatt pulled the heating pad from the bag, plugged it in, and handed it to you. You stared at him, a bit surprised by how thoughtful he was being.

“You’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, huh?” you teased, pressing the pad to your stomach.

“Yeah, well, gotta keep you happy. Otherwise, who else is gonna put up with my shit?”

You smiled, your face softening. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Don’t say that out loud,” Schlatt muttered. “Got a reputation to maintain.”

“Right. Tough guy.”

“Damn right.”

You snuggled deeper into his side, and Schlatt tightened his arm around you just a little. He rested his chin on the top of your head, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over him.

“Thanks for coming over,” you whispered after a moment.

Schlatt pressed a kiss to your hair without really thinking about it. “Anything for you, babe.”

And the thing was—he meant it.

You nestled closer, finding comfort in the steady rise and fall of his chest. “You know, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“I know,” he murmured, almost too quietly. “But I wanted to.”

You turned your head to look up at him. There was a faint flush on his cheeks, the kind you only saw when he was feeling particularly awkward or out of his element. It made your heart squeeze a little tighter.

“I think you’re going soft on me, Schlatt.” You smirked, trying to ease the tension. “Next thing I know, you’ll be knitting me a blanket or writing me poetry.”

His expression shifted, an exaggerated look of offense taking over his features. “Soft? Me? Babe, I was just doing some humanitarian work. You know, charity. It’s a good deed kind of thing.” He poked your side playfully. “I’ll send you the bill later.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes, your smile unfaltering. “Right. Guess I should be honored you’re giving up your precious time for me.”

“Damn straight.” He grinned, but then his eyes softened, and he rubbed your arm absentmindedly. “But seriously, if there’s anything else you need, just say the word. I’ll—I’ll figure it out.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard. He wasn’t always the best with words or showing how much he cared, but right now, in the quiet of your living room, he seemed entirely genuine. It made you realize just how much he’d stepped out of his comfort zone for you.

“Actually,” you said, an idea forming in your head, “there is one thing.”

Schlatt tensed slightly. “Yeah?”

You reached for the remote on the coffee table and held it up. “Stay and watch a movie with me?”

The relief in his eyes was comical, like he’d been bracing himself for something way more complicated. “A movie? That’s it?”

You nodded. “You can even pick the movie, tough guy.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me. I’ll put on some cheesy horror flick from the ‘80s,” he warned, raising an eyebrow.

“Better than another war documentary,” you shot back, grinning.

He scoffed, reaching over to grab the remote from your hand. “That’s a low blow. I’ll have you know Band of Brothers is a cinematic masterpiece.”

“Schlatt, if I have to hear one more word about ‘strategic maneuvers’ or ‘tactical brilliance,’ I swear I’ll lose my mind,” you teased, poking his ribs again.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, scrolling through the streaming options. “But I’m not picking any rom-com crap. You already got me here doing the whole boyfriend thing. I’m not bending that far.”

You hid your smile behind a yawn. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After some playful arguing, you both settled on an old horror movie that was equal parts ridiculous and entertaining. Schlatt leaned back into the couch, letting you get comfortable against him again. His fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair, twisting a strand around his finger.

The movie was just as cheesy as you’d expected, with terrible special effects and questionable acting. But with Schlatt next to you, it felt like the perfect choice. He kept making dry, sarcastic comments every time a character did something stupid, and you couldn’t help but giggle each time.

“Why the hell are they splitting up? That’s, like, the number one rule—you never split up!” he muttered, shaking his head.

“They have to, Schlatt. Otherwise, the plot wouldn’t move forward,” you reasoned, giving him a knowing look.

“That’s a stupid plot, then,” he grumbled. “If I was in a horror movie, I’d make it out alive just by not being an idiot.”

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Really? You think you could survive a slasher flick?”

He smirked, tightening his hold around you. “Babe, I’d be the last man standing. I’d just yell at the killer until he got fed up and left.”

You laughed, the sound warm and light. “You’re impossible.”

“Damn right.” He glanced down at you, his expression softening as his fingers brushed against your cheek. “But at least you like me that way.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the affection in his voice made you feel a little giddy. “Maybe I do,” you said softly, resting your head back against his shoulder.

The movie played on, but your eyes were half-lidded, and the warmth of his body lulled you into a content daze. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you felt Schlatt shift beside you. He turned slightly, leaning over to look at your face.

“You falling asleep on me?” he asked, his voice low and surprisingly tender.

“Maybe,” you mumbled. “You’re comfy.”

“‘Course I am. Got premium boyfriend material written all over me,” he joked, but there was a distinct fondness in his gaze.

You tilted your head to look up at him, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fall away. It was just the two of you, the soft hum of the TV in the background, and the gentle thrum of your heartbeat in your ears.

Before you could say anything, Schlatt’s hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, comforting path along your skin. He hesitated, and you could tell he was fighting with himself to find the right words.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse. “I really like you, y’know? I mean—more than just the way you’re thinkin’.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and a smile crept across your lips. “I like you too, Schlatt.”

He huffed out a nervous laugh, his fingers still stroking your cheek. “Good. That’s… that’s good.”

You leaned into his touch, closing the distance between you with a gentle kiss. It wasn’t your first kiss, but there was something sweeter about this one—something deeper. When you pulled back, he was staring at you like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“Guess you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, pressing your forehead against his.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured, his voice low and earnest.

You curled back into his side, and he held you a little tighter, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your shoulder. It was quiet and simple, the kind of moment that wasn’t supposed to feel monumental but did anyway. Because, as much as Schlatt would joke and grumble and pretend he wasn’t going soft, you knew the truth.

He wasn’t just being sweet because you were on your period. He was being sweet because, deep down, he liked you—more than he wanted to admit. And maybe, just maybe, he was starting to realize that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“Hey,” you whispered, glancing up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here,” you said, your voice soft and sincere.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

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lambyblurbsfics · 25 days ago

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Date Night with Ted - sfw and nsfw

pairing: Ted Nivison x gn!reader

summary: what it would be like to go on date night with Ted

warnings: nsfw under the cut (degradation, praise, cockwarming), mention of social anxiety and alcohol

extra: just something short while i fight writers block and work on the Matt Sturniolo fic im trying to get written. expect short stuff like this while that fic is in the works (check pinned post for fandom list and send requests please)

sfw

Ted is always such a gentleman; he’s always opening the doors for you, buying you flowers, and making sure you know how beautiful/handsome you look

He’s a big lover of fancy restaurants, so a big majority of dates take place in his favorite fancy restaurants in the area

If you have social anxiety he makes sure to order for you. He has all of your usual orders memorized but he checks with you first to make sure you want your usual.

Sometimes you two find yourselves laying on some blankets in the back of his Tacoma to stargaze in the best area you can find that isnt too affected by the light pollution of LA

On some occasions you two take an Uber to go out on wine tastings, just enjoying the atmosphere while trying the multitude of different wines

nsfw / suggestive

His hand is usually glued to your thigh, squeezing it with his large hands and rubbing it with his thumb

If your date nights are home dates, he loves when you cockwarm him during the movies you watch, his favorite feeling is your walls squeezing his length while he watches you try to stay still like he told you to

9 times out of 10, your weekly date nights end with him driving himself into you, his ring decorated hands pinning you down or grabbing your body anywhere he can

He has favorite phrases for specifically after date night, he loves degrading and praising you:

He groans as he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, one of his hands pinning both of yours above your head while his other hand holds himself up. His voice coming out gravely and deep, “you like that? you like when i spend a bunch of money on you before i fuck your brains out?” He chuckles mixed with a groan as he hears your moan in response, knowing youre too cock drunk to speak, “you’re so pretty baby, so pretty taking my cock like that. seeing you in your gorgeous little get up for our date made me so unbearably hard”

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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shitty movie | Jschlatt

a/n: okay okay so its literally been the longest time ever and ik nobody is dying to know why i havnt been posting so instead of a long-winded explanation here is a lil story about our favorite big man !! ive been liking the idea of like a new ish relationship where they dont really know where its going but they are both just happy to be there. idk. hope you guys enjoy :)

You didn’t intend to stay as long as you did. In fact, you’d been pretty adamant about not spending the night at Schlatt’s place. Not that you didn’t want to, but something about it felt too soon, too intimate. Even after the kiss and the banter, part of you wasn’t ready to cross that line just yet.

But then the beer flowed a little too easily, and Schlatt, despite his usual cocky persona, had suggested putting on a movie. “Something shitty,” he’d said with a sly grin, grabbing the remote and flipping through an endless list of B-movies until you settled on some absurd action flick from the 80s.

Now, the living room lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over everything. Jambo had claimed the arm of the couch, curled up into a fluffball, while Soup lounged on the floor, too cool for company but not too far from you. Schlatt sat beside you, his arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, fingertips barely grazing your shoulder. The action movie blared in the background, all explosions and cheesy one-liners, but your attention kept drifting back to him—the way he’d glance at you every few minutes, the way his body seemed relaxed, like he’d finally let his guard down.

“Why do these guys always yell when they’re about to punch someone?” you asked, your voice laced with amusement as the hero on-screen let out an overly dramatic war cry.

Schlatt snorted, taking a swig of his beer. “Because they have to let you know how tough they are. It’s a requirement. Didn’t you know?”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, because real tough guys totally yell before every punch.”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he replied, grinning at you. “I bet if I yelled loud enough, I could scare off any fucker who tried to mess with you”

You shot him a look. “I think you already do that.”

He chuckled, a deep sound that rumbled from his chest. “Yeah, well, maybe I should tone it down. Don’t wanna scare you off.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, noting the almost shy way he said it. For all his bluster, Schlatt had a soft spot underneath that tough exterior, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much he tried to hide it.

“You’re not scaring me off,” you said softly, leaning into him just a little. “I think I’m stuck with you now, remember?”

He grinned, his usual bravado returning as he nudged your shoulder. “Damn right you are.”

As the movie continued, the room grew quieter, and the conversation lulled into comfortable silence. Schlatt stretched, his arm falling more naturally around your shoulders now, pulling you in a little closer. You didn’t resist—didn’t even think to. It felt right, the two of you just sitting there, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

And then, slowly but surely, the exhaustion from the long day began to catch up with you. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until your eyelids started feeling heavy, the dialogue of the movie turning into background noise, fading into the distance.

You told yourself you’d just rest your eyes for a minute. Just a minute.

Schlatt noticed almost immediately when your head dipped against his shoulder, your body relaxing against his as your breathing evened out. He stiffened at first, unsure of what to do with the sudden proximity. You had said you weren’t staying the night, and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but now here you were, practically nestled into him, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

He glanced down at you, a mixture of amusement and tenderness flickering across his face. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “Tough girl, my ass.”

Part of him wanted to wake you up, remind you that you had said you weren’t going to stay. But the other part— the bigger part—was secretly thrilled that you had fallen asleep like this, completely at ease with him.

With a quiet sigh, Schlatt shifted his position slightly, trying to make both of you more comfortable without waking you. He reached for the remote, turning down the volume of the movie, then grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch. Carefully, he tucked it around you, his movements awkward and hesitant, as though he wasn’t quite sure how to handle this kind of tenderness.

As he settled back against the couch, his eyes drifted over to the TV, but his mind was elsewhere. He stared at the screen, but all he could think about was you—how peaceful you looked when you weren’t trying to keep up with his banter, how natural it felt to have you this close.

And, as much as he hated to admit it, how good it felt.

For a guy like Schlatt, emotions were messy and complicated, things to be shoved aside in favor of practicalities. But with you, it was different. He’d never felt this way about anyone before—this strange combination of protectiveness, admiration, and, if he was being honest with himself, something dangerously close to affection.

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “I’m in deep, huh?”

Soup meowed from his spot on the floor, blinking lazily at Schlatt before stretching out his paws.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Schlatt muttered, glancing down at you again. “I’m fucked.”

You stirred slightly in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, and Schlatt’s heart did a weird little flip in his chest. He wasn’t used to this—being soft, being vulnerable. But with you? Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Carefully, he rested his hand on your arm, his thumb brushing over your skin in a gentle, almost absent-minded gesture. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked having you here. More than liked it. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant yet, but for now, he was content to just enjoy the moment.

Minutes passed, the movie still playing in the background, but Schlatt hardly paid attention. Instead, he found himself watching you—watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the way your lips parted slightly in sleep, the way your hair fell against his shoulder.

“Cute when you’re quiet, you know that?” he murmured, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself at this point, but it didn’t matter. You were here, in his arms, and that was enough.

Eventually, his own eyes began to droop, the combination of warmth and exhaustion lulling him into a drowsy haze. He fought it for as long as he could, but eventually, sleep overtook him too.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment as you realized where you were—curled up on Schlatt’s couch, your head still resting on his shoulder.

And he? He was still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way you’d never seen before. His arm was still wrapped loosely around you, holding you close as if even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a strange sense of warmth settle in your chest. This wasn’t what you’d planned, but as you watched him sleep, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

Not one bit.

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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schloctober: oblivious fools

2nd person pov; male reader; mlm nsfw; no beta we die like men; here for pt2

you, schlatt and ted are roommates

your friendship with schlatt is a bit unconventional? (If that's the right word for it)

you bicker and try to one up each other with the funniest insults

it became a game between you two, the first who breaks character loses

at the beginning of your friendship and before you moved in with the boys, ted always had a nervous energy, watching the banter like a ping pong match, ready to place himself as a mediator if things went too far

it never happened, it always ends up with tears at the edge of your eyes, face and belly aching by laughing too much

one time ted wasn't in the room and came in rushing worried when he heard dying noises

he thought someone had finally snapped and kill the other

you and schlatt were just wheezing, screeching and rolling on the floor, cackling with red faces and out of breath

it's all jokes between you guys, neither can take yourselves too seriously

and now ted just rolls his eyes at your antics when it happens, like an amused dad watching his children play

when the game starts you often forget of others around you, focused on the objective of making schlatt laugh and scoring another victory

you don't know precisely how it started

maybe it was the too many comments about you and schlatt bickering like an old married couple

maybe it was ted always screaming and laughing hysterically to get a room and stop flirting

maybe it was because it got to the point that people asked if you and schlatt were actually a thing

but the rules... they didn't exactly changed but they shifted, there was an added challenge to the game

a bit of gay chicken challenge

the usual boys stupid stuff like using pet names and leaning in close as if to kiss

stuff for a shock effect element, like groping and slapping each other asses unexpectedly when you or schlatt are unaware in a conversation with some else, or while crossing paths in the hallway or in the small kitchen

it easily turns into chuckling and blushing, pushing each other jokingly

as the barrier of touch broke between you and schlatt, things became a bit more daring

leaning in to make it seem like you were kissing changed into innocent pecking on the cheek or softly on the lips

sometimes you fake making out, moaning into the little space between your bodies and whispering seductively into each other ears

sometimes when you or schlatt are bending over the dishwasher, one will dry hump against the other's ass and ted will exclaim "right in front of my salad?!"

then it becomes natural and comfortable to cuddle and shift closer on the couch during movie night

or to bother your other friends by starting a tickle fight and making a ruckus

too many times you fall asleep in a embrace, face pressed into the croock of each other necks

you don't talk about it, it's just for shit and giggles, and also convenience because you're both too lazy and cold to get up and take a blanket, using each other as a warm heater

you ignore when people (mostly ted) stare at you with a unreadable expression, like he knows something you both don't

and as time passes you discover that things are a little bit different when there's a party and alchool involved

giggling between stolen kisses becomes hiding from the party's guests in the bathroom to sloppy make out open mouthed and grinding against each other's boners

breathing in moans, rushing movements to find release, still fully clothed, painting your underwear, making them wet and sticky

at least until someone urgently knocks the bathroom's door and you're forced to separate

looking yours and schlatt's image reflected on the mirror, hair a mess and blushing red faces

you exit avoiding ted's knowingly glances and try to make it seem like you two didn't do anything, that it was still a joke

but when the house is finally empty, guests safely back at their homes and ted in his room

you find yourself swallowing schlatt's cum, his cock softening into your mouth

as soon as it ends, your pants are already off and you switch places with schlatt

lovingly and still a bit drunk, you brush and caress his hair as he sucks on your tip

you close your eyes, moans too loud escape your lips but when you open your eyes again you can't help but make an embarrassing high noise

ted is standing at the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot

freezing up, you watch each other for a few seconds before you notice how hard he is under his sweatpants

"you guys seriously need to stop" he says making schlatt jump in surprise unaware of his presence until now

ted's tone doesn't match his words as he comes closer and joins yours and schlatt's activities

maybe it wasn't a joke anymore but you have fun regardless

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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schloctober: oblivious fools pt2

2nd person pov; male reader x schlatt x ted; mlm nsfw; plot? what plot?; no beta we die like men;

a/n: for @reddsl1mer <3 i hope you enjoy!!! i'm sorry for the wait

ted slowly comes closer, he's tentative and hesitant in his movements

like he's expecting to be told to get out of the room, like he believes that if he doesn't make sudden moves he can pretend he's invisible

ted sits next to you on the couch and looks at you, observing you, his eyes are intense, behind his uncertainty you can see lust eating at him

can he see your lips, red from sucking schlatt moments ago? can he see schlatt's come lingering on the corners of your mouth?

does ted want to taste it himself? is he curious? does he wonder if he's going to like it as much as you did?

or is he imagining his own dick down your throat? does he wish to cum on your face? or does he prefer to mix it with schlatt's in your stomach?

you feel yourself throb with the million thoughts going rapidly through your mind

schlatt is kneeling on the floor between your naked legs, his mouth slack and agape around your erection, he's frozen like a deer caught in headlights

his grip on your cock tighten in both fear and surprise causing you to bite your lips and swallow any noise you're going to make

ted's eyes fall on your lips trapped between your teeth, they're dehydrated from the alcohol you drank all night, you unconsciously wet them with your tongue and he looks like he's holding his breath

he's moving even closer to you, his thigh pressed against yours which, in turn, makes your leg push against schlatt, caging him

ted exhale his breath through his nose and when his gaze meets schlatt's, he can't help but gasp losing it again at the sight before him

the sight of schlatt with glistening lips, a thread of spit connecting his mouth to your standing member in his hand

schlatt becomes self conscious the more ted stares at him, he's red, blushing embarrassed like he wasn't just sucking on your tip and making lewd noises around it two seconds ago, like he wants to deny that he was enjoying himself

schlatt loses his grip and hides his face with his hands, your hard cock slaps against your abdomen making you whine

ted unexpectedly chuckles, schlatt looks up at you through his fingers shyly in apology and you respond by patting his head affectionately trying to brush off the remains of shock on his face

suddently the tension in the room disappears, you smile at your friends while ted makes an hand gesture at schlatt, nonverbally saying "go on, continue your activities"

schlatt looks confused between you and ted, like he can't believe this is happening

to be honest you can't either, but it's better to enjoy it until it lasts

you scratch his head in reassurance and with your other hand you take hold of your dick to tap it softly against his lips

schlatt smiles huffing a breath and kisses your hardness before he circles his tongue around it, he explores slipping it under your foreskin making you groan

"this is probably your first, right?" ted whispers dreamily under his breath still looking at schlatt, like it was only an outspoken thought, like he doesn't want to miss any sweet noises both of you are letting out by talking loudly

"you have a big mouth" he continues "you can fit the whole thing inside"

you move your hand on schlatt's chin, brushing your finger softly on his cheek

"let me help you" ted looks at you meaningfully and you smirk nodding at him

ted replaces your hand with his own, caressing schlatt's cheek too before moving it on his head and scratching like you were doing, only then gripping his hair and pulling on them, not too harshly but just enough

schlatt's reaction is instantaneous, his low groan vibrating around your cock, curses leaving your mouth from the pleasure

then ted goes in the other direction, pushing schlatt's head down

schlatt closes his eyes taking more length little by little, mixing his spit with your precum as you and ted whisper and praise his name

"come on, big guy, you can do it" "you're doing so good, babe, a little bit more"

schlatt hums and moans around it, his face pressed down on your pubic hair and his nose digging on your groin

you can't help yourself but you involuntarily thrust into his warm hole, making him choke on your cock and his own spit

ted holds him for a few moments before releasing him, but only for a bit before is being pushed down again

schlatt gets the hang of it, sliding up and down effortlessly, shaping his throat around your cock

sometimes he opens an eye to steal glances at ted who's sitting next to you

ted is drooling watching schlatt enraptured and maybe a little proud, hand presses his hard on still covered by his sweatpants

you rub his thigh before tugging on his waistband and letting his cock free from the confinement

you hold him at the base of his throbbing length before spitting on your hand and pumping it

schlatt is working on your dick even more faster, like he's high on the feeling of your tip hitting the back of his throat repeatedly

you're so close as you thrust inside schlatt's mouth, matching his movements with your hand on ted's cock

you wish this could go on forever but with your balls tight and your breaths heavy, you're already cumming while choking moans and your head is falling back on the couch in pleasure

you're in a bubble of light feeling, haze and blurry overcomes you

your mind reboots and when it comes back online you notice a few things

ted is against the skin of your neck, kissing and growling, shoving himself into your slack hand

you tighten your fist around him, content but spent, you don't have the strength to do anything else, you let him use you as he pleases, his lips are sucking hickeys on you

schlatt is breathing harshly against your skin, head dropping on your thigh, you can't see his face

it seems like he couldn't swallow all of your cum, spitting some on both himself and you

you move your free leg (the one that he isn't using as a rest place) between his, you feel how hard he became again while he was sucking you off

as soon as you brush against his reawakened boner he latches on it, wrapping himself around your leg and hugging it tightly with his whole body

"aw, big baby" you coo at him while your other hand (the one that ted isn't using as a fleshlight) finds itself again scratching schlatt's head "i'm glad you liked it"

he begins to hump pathetically against you, mouthing and biting your thigh you let him use you too for release

"was it ted watching you or was it his big hand pushing you?" you ask schlatt with a sweet voice

you feel ted stop nipping at your neck, his head resting on your shoulder as he turns to observe the wild state schlatt's in

the rooms is filled with schlatt's whines and ted's grunts, one's almost sounds like he's praying and the other sounds like a litany of whimsical "i hate you"

as they spill on your skin, you can't help but feel smug and giggle

you have the feeling you could convince them to do it again

and so the rules of the game changed again

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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you feed the genderfluid me. i love reading schlatt fics dressed as a man, then reading fics dressed as a woman. please keep feeding me.

im gonna print this and hang it next to my degree

anyway, the fellas with a genderfluid/genderqueer/genderfuck partner, let's go

SCHLATT

if youre not big on giving a shit about pronouns, mans goes with she/they unless making a haha gay, then he/they

frankly very confused but accepting anyway

early on gets you bracelets/hoodies/some sort of marker so he doesnt have to ask about your gender that day cause he doesnt know how to be polite about it

buys you so many dresses

buys you funky suits to match his normal ones

so many shoes

youve opened this mans eyes to infinite possibilities when it comes to spoiling his partner

his monkey brain goes AWOOGA!!!!!!! everytime he sees you dress up no matter what way

buys you jewelry and makes fun of you for being a bimbo like ted and charlie

calls you his wife if youre okay with it, and will drop a "handsome husband" every once in a while

in case of a big tragedy in which you can guilt trip him, you can get him to wear a skirt but there is no guarentee that he wont immediately rip it off like a toddler before you see fully

TED

more understanding and educated than schlatt

JEWELRY!!! DRESSES YOU THE FUCK UP!!!!! YOU TWO WILL SLAY BOOTS CUNT THE HOUSE DOWN

calls you m'theydy cause he's lame like that (i love him so much) and thinks its funny

you give him a kiss every time he does it cause he's so cute and happy when he does it

accidental pavlovian training is so easy with him i feel

big dumb puppy energy (it's okay, me too)

will beg you to dress up femme to go to parties so youre obviously the hottest couple but also gives in very quickly if you just want to be stunning in matching suits

always has to match rings and necklaces with you

you can probably convince him to wear skirts or dresses with you occasionally

CHARLIE

most educated and (i almost said qualified) open of all of them

will call you m'theydy too cause he's a loser that we love, but mostly when he comes up behind you and throws down some awesome kisses on your head and face cause you make him feel infinite love with your infinite gender

he's yousexual

most likely to just drop that youre his boyfriend-girlfriend-partner as he would put it, and shorten to boygirlpartner before deciding to just go with partner

willing to wear skirts and dresses as soon as you ask, as long as you wear a matching outfit

LIVES for revered hyperfemme and hypermasc couples

THIS WAS RUSHED BUT I WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE CAUSE I HAD DELICIOUS IDEAS AND WANTED TO KEEP MY GENDERFLUID SIBLINGS FED AND WATERED

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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priest schlatt I beg

we're not gonna talk about how long this took me to get to

happy national clergy appreciation day (in the u.s.) !! sorry if this sucks i was raised southern baptist and even then i sucked at christianity there's a reason i practice witchcraft now lol

hanging your head low as you ducked into the confessional wouldn't save you. sure, there was no one around to see you, but knowing that god had witnessed what you had done was reason enough to try and hide from the world as much as you could. but still you tucked yourself away into the corner of the booth, clutching your purse in your trembling hands.

religion was a something of a sore spot for you; growing up in a hyper-christian family was one way to ensure you didn't feel comfortable in a house of worship. you had always viewed god as an inevitable outcome, a fact that awaited you whenever you happened to reach the end of your journey here on earth. once you graduated high school and locked yourself into a four year program at a catholic college one state over, you came to realize that the reason you couldn't stand your religion wasn't because of overbearing relatives. no, it was the very idea of god himself. you found him sadistic, an egotistical prick who had nothing better to do than let horrible things happen to his creations. maybe it was true that most of the teachings you had heard were lost on you, that you didn't even make an effort to understand the lessons passed down for thousands of years. but so what? nobody had ever made an effort to understand you or what you were going through, why should you waste your energy extending that courtesy to a church that obviously didn't care about you?

but you know who did make you feel understood? the guys you had dated in the three years since you arrived at this prison. at least, for a few weeks, in the beginning. the first one was fine. he was the one who convinced you virginity was an outdated concept- which you still agreed with to this day, you decided. he was surprisingly "woke" about the whole religion thing, which was what drew you to him in the first place.

"my parents made me study here too," he sympathized. "i totally wish i could've gone on a mission trip instead of getting a degree. like, college will be here in a few years! those impoverished people might not, y'know? i just feel like god is totally calling me to go serve. like, 'troy, man, go feed those guys! tell them how cool i am!'" he stopped tossing a miniature foam basketball against your bedroom wall for a moment to look at you.

you smiled weakly at his sentiments and glanced up from your laptop to nod. "totally, troy."

turns out, (unsurprisingly) troy was a fucking douche. he stayed around just long enough to get into your pants a couple times, but then you caught him with the girl who lived in the dorm across from you, so he had to go. nobody ever found out who stole his clothes from the men's showers, but the videos of him streaking down the hallways while he ran to his room were sent around campus for months after that.

guys two and three were more painful than troy; you had actually grown attached to them. guy two lasted almost a year, and three was only a few months, but he felt special. and the half dozen guys you slept with while trying to get over them just added to the tally of sins you were keeping subconsciously.

so when your grades started to slip from depression in the winter of your junior year, and your counselor called you to her office for an appointment, it was no surprise that her words got under your skin as easily as they did. how could they not? getting students to go to church was part of her job. she was concerned that your grades were slipping because she hadn't seen you at mass in a long time, and the absence of the lord will do that to a young girl, you know.

so later that night, after drinking by yourself at a bar a few miles from the school, you stumbled into the church on campus and slunk into the confessional. realizing that the wooden box was incredibly uncomfortable, you winced and pulled off your heels, rubbing your feet gently as you waited to be listened to.

you shrieked quietly when a small lattice window on the wall next to you slid open. "oh, fuck... sorry! um, it's my turn, right?... yeah, i think so. okay, so, um. bless me father for i have... sinned? it's been, like," you paused as you counted back the time on your fingers. "almost two years since my last confession. oh, jeez, that makes me sound awful." you were hiccupping as you rambled, and you could have sworn you heard the faintest exhale of amusement if you weren't plastered.

"whatever, it's too late to stop now," you sighed, crossing your legs. "i let some guys sleep with me and now i'm all unpure and like. i'm supposed to show up here a couple times every week now but i don't wanna, i don't care enough about this whole god thing to waste the rest of my college life becoming a nun. i'm already worried i wasted three years coming here instead of a school where i could have felt like myself," you trailed off.

it was quiet for a moment before a gruff voice with a new york accent asked, "how many guys?"

you snorted. "9, i think," you said with a smirk, rolling your eyes.

the man on the other side of the panel felt his face heat up as he mumbled, "jesus." you couldn't hold in your laugh at how absurd this was. this was what you deserved for coming to confess at 2 in the morning.

"i know it's been a while since i've been here and all, but i'm pretty sure that's not what you're supposed to say," you giggled.

a chuckle was heard before he answered, "sorry. you're right, it's not. tell me more, what led you to sleeping with them?" at least now he was trying.

the two of you talked for about an hour, until it no longer felt like a confession and you were sure you had fallen for this priest you couldn't even see. eventually, he tried to dismiss you without giving you your penance, but something in your gut drove you to bring it up yourself.

he stepped out of the booth first, and you hesitated for a second before following him, freezing when you saw what he looked like. tall, scary, with gorgeous brown eyes framed by aviator glasses and fluffy chops adorning his cheeks. by some miracle, he also felt immobilized by his view of you hopping out of the wooden compartment- dress disheveled, fishnets ripped, heels in one hand and your purse slung over one shoulder. you were his worst nightmare, a temptation he simply could not resist. god had just placed a vulnerable young lamb like you in his midst; who was he to deny himself of the simple pleasures his lord had provided for him?

"father? father, my penance," you waved your hand in front of his face (after a bit of trying to get his attention), which had just gone dark. his eyes now looked hungry and cold.

"hmm?" he blinked and tilted his head towards you slightly. "oh. uhm," he let out a deep exhale, as if contemplating something. "y-y'know what? just come with me," he spoke gently, taking your hand and leading you to a back room with some spare furniture scattered about.

a part of you knew what was coming, and a different part of you never could have guessed the situation you were about to find yourself in. once you were alone in the room together, he pulled you close and pressed you against a wall, letting his hot breath waft over your neck as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

"god's telling me we should make it 10 men you've been with," he murmured, voice velvet smooth as it coated your eardrums. "so you can say at least one of them was a real man of the lord, hmm, doll?"

your breath, caught in your throat, sped up as he slowly, gently, tenderly took your wrists in one of his hands, bringing them to rest above your head. "father..."

"schlatt. my name's schlatt. but that's just a courtesy, hm? stick to callin' me father." you felt him smirk against your skin as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your neck, drawing out a frantic moan from you.

"careful with your noises, angel, there's two other guys here tonight, and if we get caught, i'm gonna have to share you," schlatt warned. he used his other free hand to pull down the top of your dress, smiling greedily at the sight of your exposed breasts. "no bra?"

"i-it didn't go with the outfit," you tried to defend yourself, but he just shushed you and fondled your chest lovingly, like he really was just appreciating one of god's creations. pathetic noises spilled from your lips as you watched him admire you, a hypnotized look on your face.

"you're so beautiful, doll. wha's your name?" he asked, glancing up at your face to meet your gaze.

you stammered out your response and he repeated it, running over the name in his mind.

"pretty," he said simply. "i'm gonna make you feel good now, okay?" it was more of a statement than a question, and you nodded with a gulp as he knelt down and slid his head under your dress. you felt your pupils dilate as you leaned your head back against the wall and let your eyes fall closed. schlatt ripped a bigger hole into your fishnets and pulled your skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe up your folds and tracing circles with his tongue on your clit. it was hard to keep your whorish noises contained, but clamping your hand over your mouth did a good enough job.

he ate you until you were frantically scratching at his head through the fabric of your dress as you came all over his face, sobbing from how good you felt. you didn't even know it was possible to feel this euphoric, but here this priest was to show you how. once he was satisfied, he pulled away from your cunt and rose to tower over you again. he reached into his robes and opened them enough so that his crotch was visible. you watched as he pulled out his length, stunned at the size of it, and let him pick you up and position you around his waist.

"father, i'm scared, i don't know if it's gonna fit," you admitted guiltily. schlatt locked eyes with you while he replied.

"it's okay to be scared. but you have to do it anyways." with that, he slid into you, stretching you out more than you ever had been before. you bit onto him in an effort to keep quiet; his robes did a good job of muffling the sound. after a generous amount of time to let you get used to him, he started moving.

he was gentle at first, but gradually got rougher and rougher. there wasn't a moment where he wasn't focused on making you feel good. his eyes pierced through you as he rammed into you at a relentless pace, and the attention he was giving you didn't make you feel objectified like it did when the other guys fucked you. it made you feel divine, ethereal almost.

grunts and pants, along with the occasional squeal, were all that could be heard as he rolled his hips into you time and time again. he coaxed another orgasm out of you just with his cock, and once he felt like he had pleasured you enough, he sped up, now thrusting at a frenzied pace.

"when i tell you, you're gonna get on your knees and take me in your mouth, okay angel?" he instructed, out of breath. you nodded, eager to please.

"yes, father," you gasped as he reached deeper and deeper inside you with every thrust. schlatt's eyes rolled back slightly at the title and he went impossibly faster for a few seconds before speaking.

"n-now! now!" he ordered desperately. he set you down hurriedly and you slammed down onto your knees to take him in your mouth, letting him burrow deep into your throat before he finished with a loud groan and grabbed your hair roughly.

he remained in your throat for a moment while he caught his breath, sliding out once his chest had stopped heaving.

"there's your penance, doll. i better see you here for a 2 a.m. confession next monday as well, yeah? i think that's what the lord's callin' me to do," schlatt said as he buttoned his robes. you straightened your clothes as much as you could and looked up at him sheepishly.

"looking forward to it. but, uh, is there a back door i could leave through? because i do not want to walk through the church like this." you gestured to your outfit, tattered and wrinkled, and winced.

he chuckled and nodded. "yeah, i'll show you to it. maybe it could be our secret entrance," he joked.

"oh, of course. i'll knock three times whenever i need to be let in," you retort with a grin.

maybe coming to church wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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lambyblurbsfics · 28 days ago

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the elements of harmony but if they were depression malice greed and homosexual

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lambyblurbsfics · 1 month ago

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schlatt would be an earth pony aztro would be a pegasus mika would be a unicorn and apandah would be a changeling

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lambyblurbsfics · 1 month ago

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just say the word | schlatt pt 2

part one

It had been a few days since the party, and you'd been replaying that strange moment in Schlatt’s smoky corner of the house more often than you'd care to admit. His words stuck with you, lingering like the scent of weed that still faintly clung to your clothes. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it was the way he seemed to shift from this rough-edged asshole to someone… real, or maybe it was just the novelty of someone like him actually giving you the time of day.

Today was different though. No parties. No Ted barging in. Just a regular, boring afternoon. You were out at the local convenience store, grabbing snacks for a movie night you’d planned for yourself. As you reached for a bag of chips on the top shelf, a familiar voice drawled behind you.

“Didn’t think I'd see you buying snacks for one.”

You froze for a second before turning to see Schlatt, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaning against the aisle as if he owned the place. His hair was messy like usual, but there was a casualness about him now—no party facade, no crowd. Just him.

“Figured you'd be too cool to shop for yourself,” you quipped back, tossing the bag of chips in your basket.

Schlatt let out a small, gravelly chuckle, pushing himself off the shelf. “Nah, I leave the cool shit to people who care. I just want my goddamn beer and maybe a Slim Jim or two.”

“Real nutritious,” you replied, rolling your eyes but smiling slightly.

Schlatt gave you a once-over, smirking like he was amused by something that only he found funny. “You always this judgmental or just saving it for me?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you replied dryly, walking toward the cashier. He followed, matching your pace.

Schlatt let out a low chuckle, stepping forward to browse the snacks next to you. “Right. ‘Cause nothin’ says ‘good company’ like a bag of Doritos and Netflix, huh?”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” you shot back. “Not all of us need a crowd to have fun.”

He raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Guess that’s where we’re different then. I need distractions. And beer. Mostly beer.”

“So,” he began, tossing a pack of gum onto the counter along with his case of beer, “You never came back to the party the other night. Got sick of my company that fast?”

You handed the cashier a couple of crumpled bills, shrugging. “I wouldn’t say I got sick of it. Ted kinda killed the vibe, don’t you think?”

Schlatt laughed, the sound low and scratchy. “Yeah, Ted’s good at that. Dude’s like a human wrecking ball. You still owe me a decent conversation though.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, I owe you?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the "p" and flashing you that cocky grin. “Think I was about to get something real deep out of you before Ted stormed in like a fuckin' hurricane.”

You picked up your grocery bag and started walking out, trying not to let the fact that he was following bother you. “What makes you think I’m deep?”

Schlatt shrugged, falling into step beside you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Call it a hunch. Or maybe I just like talking to you ‘cause you don’t look at me like I’m some walking disaster.”

You paused at the door, glancing at him. “You’re not?”

He looked back, his smile crooked, a little more tired. “Depends on who you ask.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt weighted with things unsaid. He wasn’t joking now, not entirely. You were about to say something when the door swung open, and a couple of frat guys stormed in, their loud laughter cutting through the moment. You both stepped aside, the spell broken.

“So,” Schlatt said after a beat, “What’s the plan for tonight? Big plans for you and that bag of chips?”

“Maybe,” you replied, a playful glint in your eye as you collected your things. “What’s it to you?”

He followed you out of the store, hands shoved in his pockets. “Maybe I was gonna suggest somethin’ a little less pathetic than a solo movie night.” Schlatt stopped by his car, an old, beat-up thing that somehow fit him perfectly. He turned to you, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just throwin’ it out there... if you wanted to skip that solo movie night and do something slightly less lame, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

You blinked, surprised. “Are you asking me out?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he shot back, smirking. “I’m just sayin’, if you wanted to hang out. No pressure, no date, none of that shit. I’ll even let you pick what we do, ‘cause I’m generous like that.”

You stared at him for a moment, feeling the familiar tug of curiosity. Schlatt was hard to pin down, and maybe that was what kept pulling you back to him.

“Okay,” you said finally, not sure where the night would lead but feeling a strange excitement. “But only if you let me bring the snacks.”

Schlatt laughed, low and warm, and opened the door to his car. “Deal. Get in before I change my mind, will ya?”

Schlatt’s car rattled to life, the engine growling like an old, stubborn animal. He shot you a sideways glance as he backed out of the convenience store parking lot, the faint flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, any brilliant ideas yet, or are we just gonna drive around like idiots?”

You leaned back in the seat, watching the city lights blur past the windows. “Not sure yet. What do you usually do when you’re not at some party?”

He snorted. “You think I have a routine or somethin’? Usually, I’m just tryin’ not to be bored. You wanna do somethin’ fun, though? Something different?”

You turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer right away, just drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he thought. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he said, “You ever been to the old radio tower on the hill?”

You blinked. “The one everyone says is haunted?”

“That’s the one.” His grin widened. “Bet you’re too chicken to go.”

You scoffed. “Please. Haunted? That’s middle school shit.”

“Alright then,” Schlatt challenged, his smirk growing. “Let’s go check it out. I’m serious.”

You glanced out the window, weighing your options. On one hand, it sounded ridiculous. On the other hand, the idea of wandering through the abandoned, graffiti-covered tower with Schlatt—of all people—was oddly appealing. Besides, you weren’t exactly in the mood for a quiet night anymore.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms with a smile. “Lead the way, but if we get arrested for trespassing, I’m blaming you.”

Schlatt chuckled, revving the engine as he took a sharp turn. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know a guy.”

The drive out of the city took less time than you expected. The sprawling lights of the suburbs eventually gave way to quieter roads lined with trees and an open stretch of sky. You hadn’t realized how far the radio tower was from the hustle of everything until the city lights were just a distant glow behind you. Schlatt was unusually quiet as he drove, his focus locked on the road, but you could feel the energy between you buzzing, like the anticipation of doing something you probably shouldn’t.

Finally, the silhouette of the old tower appeared on the horizon, looming against the night sky like a forgotten monument. It was rusted, broken in places, and covered in graffiti. As you pulled up to the base of the hill, Schlatt turned off the engine and looked over at you, his expression unreadable.

“Well,” he said, throwing open the door, “You comin’ or what?”

You stepped out into the cool night air, feeling a slight thrill as you looked up at the tower. The place had always creeped you out when you were younger, hearing rumors about weird happenings, but now, standing here with Schlatt, it just felt… exciting. Dangerous, but in a good way.

The two of you made your way up the hill, crunching through overgrown weeds and broken branches. Schlatt, of course, had his hands shoved in his pockets like he didn’t have a care in the world, while you tried not to trip over anything in the dark.

“Y’know,” he said casually, glancing back at you with a smirk, “if this really is haunted, and some ghost decides to rip your soul out or whatever, I’m gonna have to leave you behind.”

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you shot back. “How about you worry about yourself?”

He laughed, the sound low and easy. “Not worried. Ghosts don’t bother me—probably because I’d piss ‘em off more than they’d scare me.”

As you reached the top of the hill, the tower stood towering and silent in front of you, its rusted beams creaking slightly in the wind. Schlatt walked up to one of the old metal ladders that led up to the main platform, giving it an experimental shake.

“Still sturdy enough,” he said. “Wanna climb?”

You gave him a wary look. “Are you serious? You trust that thing?”

“Why not?” He grinned, already hoisting himself up. “What’s the worst that could happen? It breaks, we fall, and die. Big deal.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no way you were letting him get the last word. “Fine, but if we die, I’m haunting you.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” he called down, already halfway up.

You followed, carefully making your way up the rusty ladder. It wasn’t as bad as you thought—just a little shaky, but once you reached the top, the view was worth it. The whole city spread out below, twinkling lights dotting the skyline, and you could hear the faint hum of distant traffic. Up here, it was peaceful. The night sky stretched endlessly above, full of stars you couldn’t normally see from the city.

Schlatt leaned against the railing, his eyes on the horizon, the wind ruffling his hair. He looked… different like this. More at ease, less like the sarcastic guy who always had a quip ready.

“You alright there?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced over at you, smirking. “Why? You worried about me now?”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning against the rail next to him. “You’ve been quiet. Kinda unusual.”

He shrugged, lighting a cigarette. “Just thinkin’. It’s nice up here. Not as loud as usual.”

You could feel the weight of his words, even if he wasn’t saying much. There was something about the quiet that made it harder to hide behind the usual bravado, and maybe that’s why he liked it.

“I get that,” you said, looking out at the city. “I don’t usually do stuff like this.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should do it more often,” Schlatt said, taking a drag and exhaling slowly. “You’re not as boring as you think you are.”

You smirked, nudging him with your elbow. “Thanks, I think?”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in the air between you. “Nah, you’re good company. Kinda surprised you said yes, though.”

“Why?”

Schlatt shrugged again, his voice a little softer now. “Dunno. Figured you were too… I dunno, grounded for this kinda shit. Thought you’d play it safe.”

You glanced at him, noticing the way his jaw tightened slightly. “Maybe I just needed something different tonight.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said, flicking the ash from his cigarette into the wind. “Sometimes it’s nice to do something stupid, just for the hell of it.”

You both stood there for a while, the night air cool against your skin, the quiet stretching out comfortably between you. It wasn’t what you expected, but it felt right. Like, for once, you weren’t overthinking anything. Just… being.

After a moment, Schlatt pushed off the railing, stubbing out his cigarette. “Alright, you ready to head back down, or you wanna keep starin’ at the stars like some kinda deep thinker?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, let’s go before this tower decides to collapse on us.”

The climb back down was just as shaky as before, but the rush of adrenaline made it almost fun. As you reached the bottom, Schlatt helped you off the last rung with a sarcastic grin, his hand lingering on your waist for a second longer than necessary, “Careful there, don’t wanna break a nail.”

You punched his arm lightly. “Shut up.”

Schlatt just grinned, sliding back into that cocky confidence, but as you both made your way back to his car, there was something more between you now—something unspoken, but understood.

The engine roared to life as you and Schlatt hopped back into his beat-up car, leaving the radio tower behind. The thrill of doing something stupid, something unpredictable, still buzzed in the air between you. Schlatt tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing over with that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“So,” he drawled, eyes flicking to the road ahead. “You done being stupid for the night, or do you wanna keep this little adventure goin’?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in the seat. “Depends. What kind of ‘adventure’ are you talking about?”

Schlatt shrugged, turning sharply onto a narrow road, the car bouncing slightly over the uneven asphalt. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

You laughed, feeling that rush of excitement creeping back. “Alright, Schlatt. Hit me with your best shot.”

He gave you a sideways glance, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I’m thinkin’ of somethin’ a little crazy.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “After climbing an old, probably haunted tower, I’m ready for anything.”

“Famous last words,” he muttered with a grin.

The car picked up speed as he turned onto a dirt path you didn’t recognize. The trees closed in around the road, shadows flickering in the headlights as Schlatt maneuvered the car with surprising ease. The tension built, your curiosity bubbling over.

“Okay, where are we going?” you asked, leaning forward as you tried to make sense of the surroundings.

Schlatt shot you a grin, clearly enjoying himself. “You ever been muddin’?”

“Mudding?” Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember what that meant. “Wait, you mean driving through mud? Schlatt, this car barely runs as it is.”

He laughed, the sound rough and full of excitement. “Exactly! That’s what makes it fun. C’mon, don’t be a buzzkill. Let’s get a little dirty.”

You blinked, half in disbelief. “You’re out of your mind.”

He smirked, turning sharply down a muddy trail. “That’s what people keep tellin’ me.”

Before you could protest, Schlatt floored the gas pedal, and the car lurched forward, skidding wildly as the tires churned through the thick mud. You grabbed the seatbelt, heart racing as the car bounced and splashed through the muck. Schlatt was laughing like a maniac, clearly loving every second of it, while you held on for dear life, trying not to scream.

“This is insane!” you shouted over the roar of the engine and the squelch of the mud beneath you.

“That’s the point!” he called back, his voice full of mischief. He glanced over, eyes gleaming with excitement. “You havin’ fun yet?”

Despite yourself, you felt a grin stretch across your face. The chaos, the unpredictability of it all—it was exhilarating. “Okay, fine! I’ll admit it. This is kinda fun.”

“‘Kinda,’ she says.” Schlatt snorted, yanking the wheel to the left, sending the car fishtailing through another thick patch of mud. “That’s the most excitement I’ve seen from you all night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The way he made everything feel wild, unpredictable—it was contagious. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you were just… letting go.

The car barreled down the muddy path, tires spinning and kicking up muck like a wild animal tearing through the woods. Schlatt had that reckless grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying himself far too much. Every bump and skid sent you flying against your seatbelt, your pulse pounding in your ears, and you were too caught up in the thrill to care about how insane this whole thing was.

“Hold on!” Schlatt called out, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as the car veered hard to the right, hitting a particularly deep patch of mud. The tires slid, and you could feel the car fighting for control beneath you.

You grabbed onto the door handle, laughing and yelling at the same time. “You’re going to get us killed!”

“Nah,” he drawled, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Just gonna keep things interesting!”

And then, before you could react, Schlatt reached over and hit the button to roll down your window. The sudden rush of cold night air filled the cabin, and before you could even ask what the hell he was doing, the car lurched violently as it hit another sharp curve.

Mud sprayed up in a thick arc, and with your window now wide open, it splashed directly through, hitting you square in the face and chest.

You let out a yelp, wiping at your face as the cold, wet sludge covered your jacket, arms, and even your hair. “Are you kidding me?!”

Schlatt burst into laughter, his eyes practically watering from how hard he was cackling. “You shoulda seen your face! That was beautiful.”

“You absolute asshole,” you sputtered, trying to shake the mud off your hands and failing miserably. The muck was everywhere—on your clothes, your face, even dripping onto your lap. It didn’t help that Schlatt was laughing so hard he could barely keep the car steady on the muddy trail. “You did that on purpose!”

“Obviously,” he snorted, still grinning like a madman. “Consider it a free mud bath.”

You gave him a mock glare, wiping your face with the sleeve of your jacket, which only made things worse. “I swear to god, I’m never getting in a car with you again.”

Schlatt gave you a smug look, his hands still gripping the wheel as he eased the car back onto the trail. “You say that now, but we both know you’re havin’ too much fun. Admit it.”

“Fun?” You motioned to the mud now caked on your clothes and hair. “I’m covered in dirt, Schlatt!”

He shrugged, glancing over at you with a smirk. “Hey, look at the bright side—you’re alive, aren’t you? Could be worse. Could be dead and covered in dirt.”

You rolled your eyes, but despite the mess and the chaos, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. There was something about how utterly ridiculous it all was—about how Schlatt made everything feel wild and out of control, but in a way that made you feel more alive than you had in ages.

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, trying to wring some of the mud from your hair, “if I die, it’s on you.”

“Deal,” Schlatt shot back, that grin still firmly in place as the car bounced along the trail. “But you’re not dyin’ tonight, sweetheart. I got bigger plans for us.”

Despite yourself, you laughed, shaking your head as you looked out the now-open window at the muddy landscape speeding by. The cold air hit your face, and for a moment, you felt like you were in a completely different world—one where rules didn’t apply, and it was just you and Schlatt tearing through the night like a couple of reckless idiots.

He glanced over at you, eyes flicking from the road to your mud-covered self. “You actually don’t look half bad like that.”

You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Covered in mud?”

“Yep,” he replied, deadpan, though his smirk was anything but. “Adds character.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. But even as you said it, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar spark of excitement, that same thrill of not knowing what the hell was coming next.

And with Schlatt, you had a feeling that whatever it was, it was going to be one hell of a ride.

The car skidded to a stop at the edge of the trail, mud splattered across the windows and the hood. Schlatt killed the engine, the silence of the night quickly replacing the roar of the car. You both sat there catching your breath.

“Well,” you said, wiping some mud off your jacket, “I think you officially ruined your car.”

Schlatt leaned back in his seat, eyes half-lidded, that ever-present smirk still in place. “Nah, this thing’s got a few more rides in it. Can’t say the same about you though. Look at you—covered in mud. Kinda cute, actually.”

You gave him a mock glare, swiping a bit of mud from your cheek. “Yeah, yeah. You’re one to talk.”

He chuckled, shrugging. “Hey, I warned you. Fun comes at a price. But y’know… I think you’re startin’ to get the hang of this whole ‘not playing it safe’ thing.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips. “Maybe. But next time, I’m driving.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Schlatt drawled, his voice dipping low, teasing. “I don’t think you could handle drivin’ like me.”

You shot him a playful look. “Is that a challenge?”

“Only if you want it to be.” His grin widened, leaning in just a little closer, voice dropping to that gravelly tone.

Before you could respond, the night air around you felt thick with something… different. There was a shift in the mood—like the adrenaline of the mudding had unlocked something else. The subtle flirting was still there, but there was also that deeper pull, that same quiet intensity that had been lurking ever since the night at the party.

Schlatt looked at you, a strange mix of amusement and something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “You ever wonder why we keep runnin’ into each other?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. “I mean, out of all the places you could’ve been tonight, you end up at the same shitty convenience store as me. Then you say yes to some dumbass idea like muddin’ in the middle of the night. You don’t strike me as someone who says yes to a lot of things like this.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Schlatt had a way of turning the tables, making it feel like you were being asked to reveal more than you were ready to. But there was also something in the way he looked at you, that rough exterior cracking just a little, like he was trying to figure you out just as much as you were trying to figure him out.

“I guess… I just wanted something different,” you admitted, your voice softer now. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m tired of being the ‘boring’ one.”

Schlatt’s smirk faded slightly, replaced by something more genuine. He nodded, looking out at the dark stretch of trees in front of you. “Yeah. I get that.”

There was a pause, heavy but not uncomfortable. You could feel the weight of something unsaid, lingering in the space between you. But before you could dive into it, Schlatt’s grin returned, a little softer this time.

“Well,” he said, pushing open the car door, “lucky for you, hangin’ out with me is about as far from boring as you can get.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No kidding.”

The car hummed in the quiet night as you sat there, still catching your breath from the chaotic mudding adventure. Schlatt leaned back in his seat, his smirk lazy and amused, eyes flicking over to you now and again. The moonlight filtering through the trees cast a dim glow over the muddied car, and for the first time that night, it felt like everything slowed down.

You glanced down at yourself, covered in mud from head to toe, and groaned. “I’m completely trashed.”

Schlatt turned to you, clearly fighting back laughter. “Yeah, you’re a real mess. Kinda surprised the mud improved your look.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Funny, Schlatt. But you’re not getting off that easy.” You swiped your hand along your leg and collected as much mud as you could and before he could react, smeared it across his cheek.

He froze for a second, processing what had just happened. Then he turned, a low chuckle escaping him as he wiped at the mud now streaked across his face. “Oh, you’re really askin’ for it now, Trouble.”

“Trouble?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the new nickname, though you couldn’t hide your amusement. “Is that what we’re going with now?”

Schlatt wiped his face, smearing the mud further down his jaw with a smirk. “Fits, doesn’t it? You’re nothing but trouble.”

You laughed, and Schlatt joined in, the two of you sharing a rare, light-hearted moment. There was something different about the way he said it, though—like the teasing had a little more weight behind it, something real.

He leaned back again, stretching before his expression shifted back to that lazy, mischievous grin. “Y’know,” he drawled, “I got some clothes in the trunk if you wanna get out of that muddy mess. Unless you’re enjoyin’ the new look.”

You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re offering me your clothes? What’s the catch?”

Schlatt shrugged, but the glint in his eyes told you he was clearly enjoying this. “No catch. Just figured you’d wanna stop drippin’ mud all over my car. ‘Sides, I’d hate for you to freeze your ass off out here.”

You considered it for a moment before sighing, giving in. “Alright, fine. Let me change.”

He chuckled, hopping out of the car and popping the trunk open. As he rifled through the back, you climbed out of the car, the cool air hitting you hard. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of the cabin, and you were suddenly very aware of how soaked you were. Schlatt tossed you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants—nothing fancy, but it would do the job.

“Here you go, Trouble,” he said, his voice laced with that teasing tone again. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing the clothes before eyeing the car. “I’ll, uh… change in the car.”

Schlatt raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. “Hey, no problem. I’ll stay right here. Promise I won’t peek.”

You raised an eyebrow, folding your arms. “Really? I’m shocked by your chivalry.”

Schlatt just shot you a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Don’t push your luck.”

Rolling your eyes, you ducked back into the car to change. The hoodie was big and smelled faintly of cologne—probably Schlatt’s, which felt oddly comforting in the quiet of the car. The sweatpants were a bit too long, but they were clean, and more importantly, warm. You tossed your mud-caked clothes onto the floor, trying not to think too hard about how ridiculous this whole situation was.

When you climbed out of the car, Schlatt was leaning against the side, arms crossed, watching the stars above with an uncharacteristically calm expression. The night was still around you, the buzz of the earlier chaos giving way to something quieter, something more… intimate.

“Feeling better?” he asked, not even looking your way but clearly aware of your presence.

You shrugged, tugging the hoodie closer. “Warmer, at least.”

Schlatt turned his head slightly, giving you a once-over. “Damn, you actually clean up alright.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“Could be both,” he teased, pushing himself off the car. “C’mon, let’s take a walk.”

You blinked, a little surprised. “A walk? After all that?”

“Why not?” Schlatt shoved his hands into his pockets, giving you a sideways glance. “We’ve already raised hell tonight. Figure we could slow down for a minute. Unless you’re scared of a little quiet.”

The challenge in his voice was unmistakable, but there was also something else—something softer. You weren’t used to seeing this side of Schlatt, and you couldn’t help but feel curious. So, without another word, you started walking, and Schlatt fell into step beside you.

The mud-splattered road stretched ahead of you, the trees towering on either side, their branches swaying gently in the cool breeze. The sounds of the night—the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves—filled the space between you and Schlatt, and for a moment, it was enough.

“You ever think about why you do this?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “The whole… chaos thing. Just throwing yourself into wild situations.”

Schlatt was quiet for a beat, the question hanging in the air. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, more thoughtful than you were used to. “I dunno. Maybe it’s just easier to keep movin’. Keeps your mind off the things you don’t wanna think about, y’know?”

You glanced over at him, surprised by the honesty. It wasn’t what you expected. Schlatt always seemed so confident, so sure of himself, but there was something about the way he said it that felt real—vulnerable, even.

“Yeah,” you said softly, nodding. “I get that.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while longer, the quiet settling between you in a way that felt comfortable. The adrenaline from earlier had faded, leaving behind a sense of peace you hadn’t expected.

Finally, Schlatt broke the silence, his voice returning to that familiar playful tone. “So, what’s next, Trouble? You wanna keep breakin’ the rules, or you ready to play it safe for once?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t think ‘safe’ is really an option with you, Schlatt.”

He grinned, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Smart answer.”

As you walked side by side, the chaos of the night seemed far away now, replaced by something deeper—an unspoken connection that neither of you were quite ready to put into words. But it was there, lingering in the air between you, waiting for whatever came next.

The night was still around you, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound breaking the quiet. You and Schlatt walked side by side, the cool air settling in comfortably after the chaos of the mudding. You could feel the hoodie warming up against your skin, and despite the earlier mess, there was something peaceful about this moment.

Schlatt shoved his hands into his pockets, his head tilted slightly toward the stars. His usual smug expression had softened, but there was still a hint of mischief in his eyes, like he was waiting for the next opportunity to stir something up.

“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “how often do you drag people into these insane little escapades?”

Schlatt glanced over at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. “Oh, I don’t usually take people muddin’ on the first night, Trouble. Consider yourself special.”

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “Special, huh? Is that what you tell everyone you almost kill in a beat-up car?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, they don’t usually get that far. Most people can’t handle a little dirt. You? You’re tougher than you look.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you muttered, though your voice had softened slightly. It was rare to get anything resembling praise from Schlatt, so you didn’t mind soaking it in, even if it was buried under layers of sarcasm.

The quiet stretched between you again, but it didn’t feel awkward. In fact, there was something kind of nice about just walking in silence, not feeling the need to fill every moment with words. The trees loomed over you, and the moonlight cast long shadows on the path ahead.

Schlatt slowed his pace just a bit, glancing around like he was deep in thought. “Y’know,” he said after a beat, his voice a little lower, “I don’t usually let people get this close.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation. “What do you mean?”

He kept walking, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead. “I’m not exactly the open book type. But you…” He paused, glancing sideways at you. “You’re different. You don’t scare off easy.”

You weren’t sure how to respond at first. Schlatt wasn’t the type to just lay it out like that, and it caught you off guard. “I guess I’m just stubborn,” you finally said, your voice light but honest.

“Yeah,” he muttered with a soft chuckle, “stubborn’s a word for it.”

Another moment of silence passed, but this one felt charged, like there was something unsaid hanging between the two of you. Schlatt cleared his throat, breaking the tension.

“So, Trouble,” he said, his usual teasing tone creeping back in. “Why do you keep sayin’ yes to this crazy shit?”

You looked at him, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He stopped walking for a second, turning to face you with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, you could’ve bailed at any point tonight. Hell, you could’ve told me to fuck off back at the convenience store. But you didn’t. So, what’s your angle?”

There it was—Schlatt, always turning things around, making you question yourself. You crossed your arms, leaning back on your heels. “Honestly? I don’t know. Maybe I just needed something different.”

He tilted his head, watching you with an intensity that made you feel like you were being seen in a way you weren’t used to. “Different how?”

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure of how much you wanted to reveal. But something about the night—the way the world felt quieter, slower—made it easier to speak. “I guess… I got tired of playing it safe. Tired of saying no to things because they’re risky or… stupid.” You laughed softly, glancing down at the mud still caked on your shoes. “I guess I wanted to see what it’s like to just go for it. No second-guessing.”

Schlatt watched you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”

There was something in his tone—something almost vulnerable—that made you glance up. Schlatt wasn’t the type to get real like this, but tonight felt different. You could feel the shift, the subtle way the conversation had dipped into something deeper.

He shoved his hands back into his pockets, glancing away like he was uncomfortable with the quiet moment between you. “I mean, hell, look at me,” he muttered with a lopsided grin. “I’m the king of dumb decisions. Kinda nice to have company for a change.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re not that bad.”

Schlatt shot you a look, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not?”

“Well…” You grinned. “You’re definitely an asshole.”

He barked out a laugh, the sound echoing through the trees. “There it is. Knew you couldn’t go soft on me for too long.”

The two of you fell back into step, the tension from earlier easing away as the conversation shifted into more familiar, sarcastic territory. But the undercurrent was still there—something that neither of you was quite ready to fully acknowledge.

Schlatt glanced over at you after a moment, his expression softening again, though his smirk remained. “Y’know, Trouble, you really do make shit interesting.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you teased, your voice light but curious.

“Oh, it’s a good thing,” he replied, voice dipping just a bit lower, a bit rougher. “Can’t remember the last time I actually had fun. Real fun.”

You felt your pulse quicken at his words, the way he said them so casually but with that intensity that Schlatt always carried. It was like he was saying more than what was on the surface.

“You should give yourself more credit,” you said after a pause, your tone soft but genuine. “You’re… a lot more than just chaos and dumb decisions.”

Schlatt blinked, clearly not expecting that. He looked at you for a long moment, something flickering in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah?” he finally muttered, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it.

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah.”

For a second, you thought he might say something more, something real. But then he smirked, the usual cockiness sliding back into place like a shield. “Don’t go fallin’ for me now, Trouble.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Please. I’m not that easy.”

Schlatt grinned, but it was softer now, almost affectionate. “Good. I like a challenge.”

The two of you kept walking, the night stretching out ahead of you, quiet and full of possibility. The flirting, the banter—it was still there, but underneath it all was something deeper, something neither of you was quite ready to name.

But for now, it was enough to just be there, side by side, walking through the stillness of the night.

As the walk came to an end, you could see Schlatt’s car up ahead, still caked in mud and looking worse for wear. He let out a dramatic sigh as you both approached it, shaking his head with an exaggerated scowl.

“Look at this mess,” he muttered, stepping ahead of you to survey the damage. “Mud all over the damn place. Can’t believe you’d do this to my car.”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Are you serious? You’re the one who rolled down the window and splashed me in the face!”

Schlatt raised a hand, stopping you in your tracks as he opened the passenger door. “I don’t wanna hear excuses, Trouble. Just accept responsibility for once in your life.” He pulled a rag from somewhere under the seat, shaking it out as best he could before leaning in to wipe down the seat. He made a show of it, grumbling under his breath about “how people these days don’t respect a man’s ride.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms, “because this car is such a luxury vehicle.”

Schlatt straightened up, tossing the dirty rag aside and gesturing to the now only mildly cleaner seat. “It’s a work of art, sweetheart. And you’re just lucky I’m a gentleman who wipes down your seat after you trash it.”

“Yeah, real gentlemanly,” you snorted, climbing into the car. The seat was still damp with the remnants of mud, but at this point, you barely noticed. Schlatt settled into the driver’s seat, shooting you a quick smirk as he turned the key in the ignition.

The engine sputtered to life, louder than before, if that was even possible, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You sure this thing is going to make it back?”

“Don’t doubt my girl,” Schlatt replied, patting the dashboard affectionately. “She’s seen worse days.”

The car jerked into motion, bouncing slightly on the uneven path as Schlatt turned it around. The two of you fell into an easy silence, the adrenaline from earlier slowly fading as the night wore on. The world felt quieter now, the chaos left behind in the mud and dirt.

You leaned your head against the window, the cool glass soothing against your skin. The lights from campus came into view, slowly but surely, signaling the end of the night. As you got closer to your dorm, a strange tension started to settle in the car—not awkward, but something heavy, something unspoken.

Schlatt pulled up outside your building, killing the engine and letting the silence stretch out between you for a moment. He leaned back in his seat, one hand resting casually on the wheel, the other draped over the back of his seat as he glanced at you.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges, “I guess this is it, huh?”

“Looks like it,” you murmured, unsure of what to say. Part of you didn’t want the night to end just yet. There was something about the way things had unfolded—wild and unexpected, but also strangely comfortable—that made you want to linger.

Schlatt’s gaze lingered on you, his usual smirk softened into something else, something quieter. “Y’know,” he said slowly, “you’re not so bad to hang out with. Even if you do bring a shit ton of mud into my car.”

You smiled, the tension between you thickening as the seconds ticked by. “Same goes for you. Even if you’re kind of an asshole.”

He grinned at that, but his eyes were locked on yours, searching for something you couldn’t quite name. There was a shift in the air again—like earlier when the playful banter had melted into something deeper. You could feel it, lingering in the way he was looking at you now.

Schlatt’s hand slid from the wheel, resting on the console between you, his fingers tapping lightly against the surface. He wasn’t saying anything, but the way he was sitting, the way his gaze hadn’t wavered—it all felt like he was waiting for something.

Your heart skipped a beat as you sat there, the silence between you stretching longer than it should have. For a moment, it felt like something might happen, like the night could take another unexpected turn.

But then, Schlatt shifted, the smirk returning to his face like a mask. “Better get inside before you freeze your ass off,” he muttered, breaking the tension with his usual casual tone.

You blinked, feeling the moment slip away, and nodded. “Yeah, I should.”

You reached for the door handle, pausing just before you stepped out. You glanced back at Schlatt, who was watching you with that same crooked grin. “Thanks for the adventure,” you said, your voice soft but sincere.

He gave you a lazy salute, leaning back in his seat. “Anytime, Trouble.”

With a smile, you stepped out into the cool night air, shutting the door behind you. As you walked toward your dorm, you could feel his gaze on you, lingering in the way the night had shifted between you. There was something different about tonight—something that you couldn’t quite put into words.

And as you disappeared into the building, you couldn’t help but wonder if that tension, that almost, would hang between you and Schlatt the next time you crossed paths.

A/n: this one took a lot out of me, shes LONG, at least from what im used to writting. I hope you guys had fun with this one :) I really appreciate all the love on the first part. really truely, i love reading your reblogs, you are all amazing and it really motivates me to write more :)) thanks for stickin around for this one. Have a good one :)) p.s. i am not a ted hater i promise

-dottie

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