#schlatt angst

[ohbabydollie]

As someone who speaks multiple languages, i always thought something that would be so cute or angsty depending on your mood is being friends with schlatt and when you realize your feelings you begin to openly say you love him in front of him in a different language and never translate it

...that is until he learns the language out of spite and translates it himself

Idk if this req made sense, sorry 😅 -🐝

as time goes on, the more you realize you have a crush on schlatt.

it’s just something weird, you knew it was weird but you couldn’t help it, you just liked him.

you liked his hair when he would get it freshly cut or when it grows out, you liked his cozy sweaters and his dad shorts. you liked how he would do stuff just because he feels like it or when he’s happy he has a certain twinkle in his eye and especially when he’s with his cats, just messing with them or petting them.

he was sweet, oddly sweet, in his own weird way and that what you liked about him.

as much as you wanted to tell him how you felt, you thought he didn’t feel the same way.

you thought he just didn’t want a relationship with you past friendship.

but he did, he just didn’t want to tell you because he thought it would ultimately ruin your friendship

he tended to do that, be a ruin-er of things

but you didn’t seem to mind, especially not when you would sign off on calls or bid him goodbye with some weird phrase in a different language.

you told him it just meant goodbye, it really didn’t mean goodbye, but hey, it’s not like he would care

he wouldn’t even know, probably ever

but secretly he had been learning that language, taking lesson after lesson, trying to learn that language so badly, trying to remember the phrases and words and how to put them together.

he struggled but after a while he had finally gotten grasp of it, that’s when he came across the phrase for ‘i love you’

he could swear he had heard it before, but wasn’t sure where

it wasn’t until he was on a call and he had to go that he had heard it again

only this time he said it back

[pequins]

i compiled a schlatt playlist from his public playlists ! they fit him so well, food for us delulu schlatt lovers <3

[pray4saint]

schlatt had to remind himself every day, every night, and every time he saw you that the two of you were nothing more than friends.

we're just friends, he'd think while you'd cuddled up to him during a movie at his place. we're just friends, he'd repeat in his head when you slept in his bed despite him having a guest room. we're nothing more than friends, he'd let the words bounce around his head when you kissed cheek, and his forehead, and occasionally his lips.

here you were again before him, crying into his shoulder. your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, legs on either side of him while you sat on his lap in the living room. he listened to your cries and complaints and sobs, rubbing soothing circles into your back, under your shirt. he cooed at you and shushed you. ”she didn't deserve you y/n, you've gotta know that.”

he pressed a short kiss atop your head, rocking you side to side in his lap, much like one would a baby. still, the tears poured from your eyes. ”no use wastin' your pretty tears on her.” it really did break his heart to see you hurting over anyone, much less someone who claimed to be your friend, especially when he treated you so much better. we're just friends. but it was true, you both knew it, that he'd make a much better boyfriend as shown by how close the two of you already were. he'd even a wonderful husband one day, and you knew his spouse would be the luckiest person in the world. we're just friends. the unspoken words seem to stop him from saying anything else, anything he really wanted to tell you.

then you pulled your head up from his tear-soaked shirt, looking at him with this frown that just made him hurt. your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were red and you were sniffling horribly, but even as he looked up at you like this, you were so pretty. his lips parted as he took in how you looked above him, and your eyes flicked between his bright irises and his lips, that looked oh so soft. slowly, you leaned in, pressing a gentle, short, sweet kiss to his lips. you couldn't see how his pupils dilated or how his free hand tensed close to your thigh. he couldn't help but want more. we're just friends. right. and if you weren't friends, you wouldn't be here, in his lap, staining his shirt, letting him see you a mess, letting his hands over your skin, kissing him. if you weren't friends, there'd be someone else having you as he did. for now, being friends would have to be enough for him.

his lips pulled up into a smile, as if you didn't just kiss him. ”how about, we make some popcorn and then watch a movie in my room, hm? you can get some rest and i can keep an eye on you.” if it had been anyone else, you would've gotten up and left, but it was schlatt, and he was a good friend. with a sniffle, you nodded a yes to him.

[rabbitsrams]

memories -- jschlatt x reader

warnings: ANGST. that's all

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: WOOHOO STELLA WROTE A LONG FORM FIC

It's been two years since the breakup.

You were mostly over it, having moved all of your stuff out of your shared apartment and blocked him everywhere. The breakup was amicable but you had a feeling that 100% cutting him off would be easier for you.

You were now in the process of finally moving out of your parents' house (again) and into a new place. They let you move back in following the breakup and with that plus struggling to find a decent job, you were stuck there for a while. But this was a good sign, a sign of change. A sign of moving to the next thing.

As you went through your childhood bedroom for the last time, searching for anything that you may have left behind, you came across an old picture stuffed away in your desk drawer.

It was from that photobooth from the zoo. The zoo that you went to with Schlatt all those years ago. All of a sudden, memories began flocking back to you the more you stared at it.

The thing itself was a strip of four photos, four photos that made it seem like the two people in them were hopelessly in love. Which, at the time, they were. Two young, naive kids who were completely oblivious to what was going to come.

“Schlatt, come in here! There's a photobooth!”

”Wait, we don't wanna leave the group behind!“

”Come on! It'll be quick! I wanna have a memory from today.“

”Oh, alright.“

The photobooth was pretty small. You could only just fit together. Schlatt lifted your leg so it could rest on his and so you could be closer. The machine's garbled voice instructed the two of you on what was going to happen, telling you that four photos will be taken in intervals.

The first photo was simple, with the two of you smiling together. Schlatt had his arm around you and you leaned close to him. The flash completely blinded you two, so the second picture was of you covering your eyes, laughing at the circumstances.

The third photo had you kissing him on the cheek, his face crimson and a smitten expression on his face. And finally, the fourth one had Schlatt kissing you on the lips.

The machine was waiting for you to pay for the photos, asking in that same garbled voice for you to insert cash or a credit card. But you were too busy kissing each other to pay attention.

You eventually broke away when an angry father opened the curtain, demanding you two hurry up so him and his daughter could use the booth. You apologized to both of them profusely as Schlatt took his card out and paid for the photos.

You each got a copy of the photos, grinning at how good the pictures turned out. There was a permanent marker lying on the top of the photo dispenser. You grabbed it and wrote the date and drew a little heart with your initials on his. He took the marker from you and did the same.

You turned the strip over, seeing Schlatt's familiar handwriting. It got you wondering if he still wrote his e's like that, still added a little smiley face at the end of his notes, still had the photo like you did.

You wanted to throw it away. You wanted to completely free yourself from those memories. Memories that made you smile but hurt you at the same time. Memories of a relationship that was no more.

But there was something inside you that urged you to keep it, to bring it with you to your new place. It didn't have to be displayed on your corkboard or on your fridge. You could hide it away with your other hidden things and look at it if the urge was there.

You could still hold on.

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Schlatt had returned to New York for a family party. It's been a while since he's been back after moving to Texas a few months after your breakup. His childhood room still looked the same and had a lot of old memories from his life.

He decided to do a little video for his second channel, giving his audience a little tour of the space they were familiar with before moving to a new space. It was going to be fun looking through old stuff from making videos at that time and

As he was going through a drawer by his desk, he saw a folded sheet inside. Putting his camera down, he took the sheet and unfolded it, surprised to feel it was camera paper as opposed to notebook paper. And he was met with quite a surprise at what the photo contained.

Seinor prom. He was dressed all nice in a tuxedo, smiling at the camera as his arms were around your middle. You were beaming, your dress being that same dress he helped pick out because it was his favorite shade of blue. You had a corsage on your wrist that he remembered the petals tickling your wrist every time you moved it.

You looked so beautiful.

He was surprised that he kept the photo, considering he made it a vow to get rid of everything. He must not have brought this photo with him when moving into that apartment.

He shut the camera off, planning to go back to recording soon. He exammined the photo, remembering that entire night.

He picked you up that night, sheepishly smiling as your parents gave him looks. Looks that would guarantee something happening to him if he ever hurt their daughter.

You looked so beautiful in your dress, in your makeup, with your hair styled so nicely. He almost forgot to give you the corsage because he could not stop staring at you.

The limo was also so nice, with you, him and your shared friends all chatting as loud music blared from the speakers. He loved how you made conversation with the driver after being dropped off, thanking them and apologizing if the group was too loud.

He dragged you to the line for prom pictures, to which you sighed because of how long it was. But the time went by fairly quickly because of how engrossed you were in a conversation.

He laughed at how cheesy the backdrop was, multi-colored fringe foil decorations barely covering the gymnasium door. The photographer, completely uninterested in what he was doing, simply told the two of you to pose and do whatever. He wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you tight as you both grinned.

"Ah! The corsage tickles!"

Schlatt folds the photo back up, this time stuffing it inside an empty pill bottle by his desk. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of the photo. He knew he still had some feelings for you even after all this time. He hated himself for hurting you so much and wished that things could have worked out.

He was hurt when he saw you blocked him, but he knew it was crucial for you to heal. And he hoped that you were doing well with everything you wanted to pursue. Your happiness was all that mattered.

He swore that he was over you, swore that he would be okay without you. But after seeing that photo, he wasn't sure if he was.

[madi-writes-things]

Francesca Pt. 2

Summary:

It broke Schlatt when he had to let Y/N go, But he would go through hell a thousand times if it meant he got to hold her again.

“If I could hold you for a minute… I’d go through it again.”

Word Count: 791

TW: Mental Illness, angst, ocd, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, break up, pining, feelings of worthlessness, basically a self insert without a physical description, Schlatt is Based in Texas… because so am I

A/N: This totally isn’t a vent fix based loosely upon what the inside of my brain looks like on a daily basis. This is the only way to work through it, and I this fic will probably only get more complicated and sad.

Did you know that Ted is actually teal years older than Schlatt? Reader is Schlatts age. Enjoy!!!

-Madi <3

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Schlatt’s POV

The drive home was hell, but nothing prepares me for the first time walking into a newly empty house. It didn’t look any different at a first glance… the pictures on the walls, the dirty clothes left in a hamper, the dishes in the sink.

The reality doesn’t hit until I walk into the bedroom. Her side of the room shows no proof that anyone had been living there for the last three years. I walk over and sit down on my side with a deep sigh. I hadn’t realized that I was holding my breath.

I reach over to open up my nightstand. All that sits in the drawer is a small velvet box. All that sits inside is a nearly $5,000 ring… a ring picked out for the love of my life.

I can’t help the soft patter of tears falling to the floor beneath me.

I can’t do this without her.

“”“”“”“”“”

Three Weeks Later

I don’t even know how I found it. I was just rearranging the house in an attempt to distract myself… I was moving the bed when it happened.

As I lifted the mattress, I noticed a small pink envelope… as I moved it completely away, I was taken aback by the sight of dozens of little pink envelopes. They all had names written on them, mostly consisting of mine and Ted’s, but not limited to us.

Now I sit in the floor surrounded by a pile of the opened letters, praying that Ted answers the phone.

“Hey Schlatt, what’s up?” He sounds too happy. This will ruin his day.

“What is this?” He’s silent for a second before asking me what the hell I'm talking about. “Dear Ted, things have been getting worse… but if you’re reading this, you already know that.” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Dear Jay, this isn’t your fault.” I can practically hear the realization hit him. I hear him release a deep sigh. “Dear mom and dad… Dear Charlie… Dear Tucker… Dear Friends and Family…”

I can’t breathe. Ted is silent on the other end of the call.

“She never told you?” He sounds so calm, as if I didn’t just tell him that his best friend has a stash of suicide notes.

What.

The.

Fuck.

“You knew that she wanted to kill herself and didn’t tell me?!” My voice is laced with hurt and anger. How could he keep this from me. “You should have told me… you live almost 20 hours away, it’s not like you could have helped if she had.”

“She’s not going to kill herself Schlatt…” He sounds exhausted, like he doesn’t want to have to explain himself.

I don’t know how to respond. She obviously thinks about it, how can he be so nonchalant about this?

After a few seconds of silence he corrects himself. “She doesn’t want to kill herself, it’s just something that she thinks about sometimes.”

“How long has this been going on?” What I really want to ask is why didn’t she tell me, but I don’t know if I’ll like the answer.

Ted’s silence is deafening. It takes a good three minutes before I hear him take a long breath in. It’s ragged, much like mine.

“it’s been going on since she was like twelve… she used to tell me about it, but something happened a few years back, and she stopped talking to me.”

Twelve? That’s half her life. Why didn’t she tell me? How did I not know? Why did she shut Ted out? He was the only person she trusted.

“What happened? Why did she stop telling you about it?” I have so many questions. I have way to ask her.

Ted gets silent again, like he’s deciding if he should tell me. I stay silent, wondering if I want the answer.

Ted breaks the silence after what feels like an eternity. “After she graduated, we got a small two bedroom house together…” I can hear the hesitation, almost like he’s making sure she won’t hear him. “I was still in school, and she was working as a teachers aide at the local elementary. Not long after her 19th birthday… she… I…” Oh God. What happened? “I came home one day to one those notes on the table, and the car running in the garage. She begged me not to tell her parents… and after that she stopped telling me about her bad thoughts.”

“She’s not okay… I can’t believe I didn’t see this… you need to keep an eye on her, I can’t lose h-” I stop myself, because I already did lose her.

Ted promises that he won’t let that happen, and I hang up the phone.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann @jnkvivi @stasiesturn

@h3arts4harry @slutforsturniolos @memento-rory @memea32221 @writingsbyzuzu

[cathers-world]

I have a French assignment so when I’m done w/that I’ll start writing the Schlatt fic

[simpliao]

i know u wrote ‘let you break my heart again’ quite a while ago but it would b so cool if u wrote a part two where schlatt wonders why y/n had stopped attempting to hang out with him and ect and it ends in fluff maybe?

good person at heart ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : we do bad things even if at heart we're good people.

info : angst hehe, (kinda) cheating, semi-fluff (not really), smoking, disordered eating, hospital, depressive inner monologue,

a/n : I don't know if I'm gonna post after this but I hope this feeds you guys for the next handful of months ! I know the request was for it to be more fluffy... and sweet. but because of what this is based off of I couldn't do that. Thank you so much for 200+ followers even if I literally have not posted since last year. I love you guys, pro-tip, never fall in love.

"So, next week same time?"

"Yeah, sure. See you then."

Routine, as it's become. Another woman to pass through his life, momentarily fulfil selfish desires, to have nameless faces leave to come again like clockwork. Distantly he could make out her footsteps, and the almost silent opening and shutting of his front door. Letting eyelids fall and leaning back to rest against the bed frame, a heavy sigh left his lips. When did it get this bad? When was the last time he'd felt... Whole.

Since Y/n, likely. Taking in another inhale of heavy smoke, lips clenched between the cigarette twitched at the thought of her. So... Damn sweet. Thinking about her, knowing how she'd react to seeing him like this, a mess, had him practically spit out the smoke. Putting it out carelessly at the ashtray that sat by his side.

So real. Unbelievable how real she felt, unlike any of the other women he's kept around him. Kept for a night, if kept is an appropriate word at all. They were blurs that served as gaps in his memory, hours if them amounted to no more than a handful of fuzzy colours and lights. That woman, no, who once was his woman he couldn't for the life of him forget a second in her arms, of her in his life.

So vividly he could make out hazy mornings of watching her chest rise and fall as her relaxed features radiated in the warm luster from early rays. Almost as serene as the specs of dust that wafted the air only visible by yellow dawn. Time with her was so eventful, so easy to find yourself in the present moment and just feel... In love.

But that was the fear wasn't it? Breaking out of thoughts his eyes fell to his illuminated phone, a notification. Curious, it was Ted. He was in town at the moment, but as far as he was concerned he was out with Shae... Shit, had he forgotten more plans today? This wouldn't be the first time.

'Jeremiah Schlatt call me back as soon as possible.'

That, accompanied with an hour's worth of missed calls, had his back straighten and rush of energy flood his body. Wasting no time dealing back, it couldn't have been more than three rings before the phone was picked up.

"Where the hell are you? I've been calling you for an hour– this is..!" His voice gruff and loud enough to resonate in his ears, consequently contributing to the growing of a dull pain within his frontal lobe. "I'm at home, sorry. Did we have plans today?" There was murmuring following his question, two voices discussing in a much softer, uneasy tone from what he could make out.

"Jesus, you sound out of it. Get some sleep I'll call you back tomorrow morning." There was the overly worrisome Ted he was more accustomed to, his voice returning to the phone with a complete one-eighty of tones. It practically sent him into whiplash, a twinge in his gut telling him something wasn't quite right. "Ted, what the fuck is going on? You don't just call people like that, where are you?" Hesitation highlighted the silence, he could practically hear him gulp as a reassuring female voice was at his side.

"I'm with Shae and..." His voice caught up in his chest, his girlfriend's murmurings being heard from the other end of the line even if unintelligible. "...We're at the hospital on 51st Street." I could feel my heart sink in my chest, "I'm on my way."

"Wait, wait, wait..!" He cleared his throat and halted in his steps, half naked and feeling the chill of the room after throwing himself out of bed. "...neither me or Shae are sick. I, I figured you had the right to know what's going on, but it's a delicate situation. I don't think it's smart for you to just show up out of the blue–" "Ted, what the fuck is going on?"

A breath was drawn, and the following words made it seem like his whole world had fallen apart. "It's Y/n. She just... Collapsed. She hasn't been eating I just... I didn't know who to call she's still stubborn but I don't think–" "I'm on my way." Before any protests could have been made the phone was hung up and the previously languid Schlatt was dashing round the place for his misplaced articles of clothing and his car keys.

The rest was a blur, with a conscious heavy with worry and thoughts centred around only her there were only flashes of memory of driving to the previously mentioned hospital (how he remembered he didn't know in that state); his brain was on autopilot.

And yet someway, somehow, he blinked and before him was the woman he once (and likely still) adored. Her skin paler than her usual tone, sunken and sullen. Her head tilted to the side, gaze pivoted towards the window. Her monotonous heart rate was barely audible, it was like he was underwater. Throat dry, neither said a word, his palms sweaty and pulse feeling as if it could burst his veins open.

"Y/n..." His voice low, knowing he had no place here, not after everything. He stood closer to the door than her, she seemed tense with him being there and he wasn't exactly relaxed either. Just as he spoke those words, he could visibly see her grip at her arms slightly tighter, her body at a slight tremble he recognized she would do before she cried. He hesitated to say anything else if his voice alone had already done so much.

"..what are you doing here..?" Her head slowly spun towards him, fully in view he could see just how worn down and tired she appeared. She was frail, eyes once filled with so much life now dreary with eyelids relaxed and harsh shadows under them; tears brimming and threatening to fall. Chapped lips with every lethargic movement seemed as if they were so heavy, as if she struggled to even open them. "...I heard. You..." Schlatt hesitated on his words, a little lost to find them.

"Save it." Whatever force she had left she used it to spit out those words, "I'm alright..." "Obviously not." He let out softly, carefully making his way over to sit at the chair by the foot of the hospital bed. "I just..." "Why did you come here?" Her voice strained asked with such desperation, confusion evident with tears ever present. He took a breath, "I came because I still care." And that was what it took to cause the surface tension to break and tears fully roll down her cheeks, unable to even manage reaching to wipe them away. "You came to lie to me." She choked out between broken sobs, he held such a gentle, caring look while she fought to not completely break down into ugly crying.

"No, no I didn't–" "cause if you cared I wouldn't be feeling this way." Her words spoke such conviction, eyes once saddened had an edge of power. The wrath and justified venom dripping from her words was enough to have the air catch in Schlatt's chest.

"You're right." He wouldn't deny it, everything that's happened up till now was a result of his own selfishness, never having the slightest thought about her. "I'm not here to make things right between us."

"...then..?"

"Y/n, I'm sorry." His head quickly dipped downwards, a prolonged pause was taken before a sharp inhale could be heard. "I'm not worth destroying yourself over." He didn't dare raise his gaze, knowing he'd be heartbroken at the sight that would lay before him.

"...why wasn't I enough for you..?" Hiccups between cries tearing at his heart, he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight. "You were more than I could have ever imagined." "I'm not... I couldn't be... I've seen the women you're around now..."

"And yet you're more beautiful then all of them." "...then why have you been so... cold?"

Cold, and cold was what he meant to be; pushing her away to save himself. Yes, she was too real; just like every other person he kept too close. One by one, they all did what he did to her: disappear.

He wanted so desperately to explain himself. Tell her stories of how other lovers had done a similarly cruel trick, family issues, people that were supposed to be there for him to rely on... But he couldn't. He was as bad as them, he hurt her tooth's extent because he couldn't handle commitment or trust.

She was the victim, no doubt in anyone's mind. Who was he to make this all about himself?

"I'm just not a relationship kind of guy, I... I should of said something, and for that I'm sorry. But please, please don't beat yourself up about this. If what we were is what's causing this."

She deserved to thrive, not to be weighed down by him.

At heart he was a good person, even if his actions didn't show as much. She didn't need to know, and he wasn't ready to get better.

[gummysharklover]

POP PRINCESS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ !

masterlist ! part two !

summary: ᯓ˚࿔ you're a world famous pop star; you and schlatt start off on the wrong foot

notes: ᯓ˚࿔ rollercoaster of both angst and fluff ᯓ˚࿔ ultra fem!pop star!reader (she/her prns) ᯓ˚࿔ reader: has hair that's can be put in a ponytail, is implied to be shorter than schlatt, and is implied to be able to fit into his clothes ᯓ˚࿔ use of y/n ᯓ˚࿔ asshole schlatt (who lives in austin, but is visiting la for chuckle week!) ᯓ˚࿔ ted is so cutesy ᯓ˚࿔ i hope you guys love reading this as much as i loved writing it! ᯓ˚࿔ if anybody wants to see some of the things ive created for this fic (#lore) please lmk and ill be happy to share! ᯓ˚࿔ so much thanks to my lovely mutuals who helped me work on this and give me ideas and such! ᯓ˚࿔ not proofread! ᯓ˚࿔ this is not the end of pop princess! there are mini fics to come! :D

wc: ᯓ˚࿔ 6.8k

Schlatt isn't sure how he got here, but he's stuck in a cramped house that's blaring shitty music, wondering where Ted wandered off to.

Then somebody bumps into him, and his drink nearly sloshes out of the red solo cup in his hand.

"Watch where you're going!" He yells, looking down at you with a scowl.

As you meet his eyes, a weird spark ignites in your heart. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," You frown, feeling the tension between you two.

"Well, maybe use that brain of yours next time, huh?" He sneers before turning around and walking away from whoever the hell you are.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

This party sucks, you determine. You've been here for two hours, and the most exciting thing that's happened is mystery man yelling at you. You keep looking around the crowded house for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Shaking your head, you decide to focus on your upcoming concert. You're going to perform a new, unreleased song, and you're nervous about it. So nervous that you accidentally bumped into mystery man.

Your head was running wild with thoughts.

What if you mess up the words?

What if they all hate it?

What if you start trending for all the wrong reasons?!

You sigh, taking a swig of the drink in your hand—you can't afford to psych yourself out like this.

Backstage, you're seated in the makeup chair, your nerves palpable. The anticipation is almost suffocating.

"Tonight's the big night," Your manager calls out, and you let out a measly squeak in response.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Remind me why I'm here again?" Schlatt spits out at Ted, who is thoroughly enjoying himself with a drink in his hand, face slightly red because he's forgotten to wear sunscreen.

"Because I won tickets on the radio!" He smiles, "Also, I have a surprise for you!"

Schlatt scowls, "What."

Ted pulls out a shirt with your album cover on it. The back reads: "The Candy Coated Love Tour, SoFi Stadium."

"You bought me a shirt?" Schlatt's jaw is wide open.

Ted smiles, "Wear it."

"Wear it?"

Ted gives him a playful death stare, "Put the shirt on. Now."

Throwing his head back, Schlatt groans before taking the shirt and putting it on over his sweater, "There. Ya happy, Ted? Ya happy I'm wearing the pop princess's fifty-dollar t-shirt?"

Ted grins, "Why, yes, yes I am, my good friend. I am thrilled."

Then the lights dim, and Schlatt is surprised to hear an electric guitar.

"I thought you said this girl was a pop artist, Ted."

"This is her opener, Pretty Little Picture. They're pretty hardcore," Ted shrugs.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The stage is bathed in a warm, pink light, and the air is filled with the excited chatter of the audience. About another half-hour goes by before you come out on stage. You can hear your heartbeat as you stand behind the stage curtains. As they begin to open slowly, you reveal one leg, and the crowd roars as they spot your signature pink heel.

Schlatt's eyes go wide as he studies your face, realization dawning on him.

"Ted," He mutters to his friend, "Ted, I yelled at that girl."

Ted looks gobsmacked, "You yelled at a world-famous popstar?"

Schlatt nods, "Remember when you dragged me to that party? Well, she bumped into me, and I might have yelled at her."

You're performing Corner Store when your eyes scan the front row. A little girl sits with her mom; her pink tiara matches the rest of her fuschia ensemble. You wave at her with a smile—feeling warmth fill your heart as she giggles and waves back with the biggest grin.

After Corner Store, you address the audience.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," You begin, and Schlatt scoffs.

Ted gives him a stern stare, "What's that for?"

"She's so full of bullshit. I can tell."

Ted groans, "Just try and have some fun?"

Schlatt glowers, "I just don't see the appeal. She's just another pop star. What's the big deal?"

As you reach the part of your set where you perform your new song, you're determined not to falter. But fate has other plans. You spot your mystery man in the audience, and his harsh words flood your memory, causing your hands to shake. You miss a beat, your voice faltering. A murmur of confusion ripples through the crowd, and you feel your eyes begin to sting.

"She can't even sing right," Schlatt scoffs, and Ted wants to slap him.

"Dude, she had a slip-up. Give her some grace." He focuses on you, willing you to recover.

You regain your footing as you look at the crowd, decked out in their fabulous outfits. But, when the night is over, you stand backstage and begin to cry. Your manager comes up to you, blissfully unaware of your tears.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"What was up with that?" Your manager asks.

And you know exactly what Chris is referring to.

"He was in the crowd," You sniffle, "And it threw me off."

Your manager looks at you confused, "Who?"

You throw your head back and groan in frustration, "Whatever. It's fine. I'll do better tomorrow night," You promise.

"You better be."

The next night unfolds seamlessly, and as the crowd sings along to your songs, all your fears and worries dissolve. The joy and relief are overwhelming, and you're reminded of why you love this in the first place. The smiles you see are blinding, and your cheeks hurt from smiling back at them.

You go on your phone and open social media, flooded with pictures of yourself—captions about your performances at SoFi Stadium and how you did fantastic. You smile to yourself.

On your way to brunch, you run into dozens of fans, stopping to talk to and hug each one, signing papers and t-shirts. Schlatt spots you from the restaurant he sits in, rolling his eyes. Ted turns around to see what his friend is looking at. "Oh my god! She's here!"

Schlatt scoffs, "Yeah, unfortunately."

And to Ted's surprise, you make your way over to their table.

When you arrive, you stop and smile at both of them.

"Hi!" Ted greets, "I'm Ted." He reaches his hand out and says, "Huge fan!"

You smile at him, "Y/n, nice to meet you, Ted." And then you turn to your mystery man, "Hey," You timidly smile. Schlatt doesn't acknowledge you until Ted kicks his shin under the table.

"You're here," He scowls.

You smile at him despite this, and it makes something in Schlatt burn with anger, "Look, we got off on the wrong foot the other night. I'm truly sorry for bumping into you, and I'd like to start over."

Schlatt cocks a brow at you, "And why would you like to do that?"

"Because," You say, reaching your hand out, "I think there's more to you than the grouch who yelled at me. My name is Y/n. It's nice to meet you..."

Schlatt chuckles, "You're persistent, I'll give you that. He reaches his hand out, accepting your handshake, "Schlatt. It's nice to meet you, too, Y/n."

"Would you..." Ted pipes in, "Would you like our phone numbers?"

You pleasantly gasp, "I would love to be in contact with you two!"

You walk back to your table after exchanging numbers with Ted, giddy that you've made a new friend and that your mystery man doesn't completely hate you.

Teddy🧸: Hey, we're having a party. Interested in coming over? I can introduce you to some of my friends!

You: Sure! Send me the address, and I'll be there ASAP!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You walk into the apartment and immediately spot Ted playing cup-pong. Trying to ignore the murmurs, you approach him and tap him on the shoulder. Turning around, Ted practically shouts at your arrival. He shouts your name and attempts to dap you up. You giggle as he drunkenly misses your hand. Schlatt swears he can hear the shrill noise from miles away, and he rolls his eyes as he spots your pretty pink outfit. Despite this, he lumbers over to you and Ted.  

"Pop princess, what're you doing here?"

You turn to see Schlatt, smiling as you do, "Schlatt! How are you?"

"You've got a lot of makeup on. You really get somebody to do your hair and makeup for a stupid party?"

You shake your head, "No. I did it all myself!" You smile at him.

Schlatt lets his guard down for a split second, looking impressed over anything, "Well... You look like a clown. You should tone it down next time."

Ted glares at Shlatt, "Stop being mean."

Schlatt stares down into his cup, "Sorry," He murmurs.

It's truly a bad habit, but you can't help yourself from opening your phone right when you wake up. Your Twitter feed is filled with pictures of you at last night's party—captions suggesting that you have a new boyfriend, popular streamer Ted Nivison. You cock your head, muttering, "Ted's a streamer?"

Opening Google, you enter Ted's name and thousands of results pop up. Not only is he a streamer, but he has a YouTube channel, and then you find out he has a podcast. You binge them the rest of the day.

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You: Hi Teddy! How are you?

Teddy🧸: I'm good! How are you?

You: I'm good. Kinda tired. Those shows are no joke.

Teddy🧸: I believe it! But I'm sure you're killing it each night!"

You: Thank you, Teddy! You're so sweet! Have you seen the stuff on Twitter about us?

Teddy🧸: I try and stay off the cesspool. What are they saying?

You: Fair! And they're saying that we're a couple. Isn't that funny?

Teddy🧸: It is! Also, I GTG, talk later!

Schlatt clears his throat, "What's so funny, Tedward?"

Ted looks up at his computer screen, "Y/n is texting me. Apparently, we're all over Twitter."

Schlatt rolls his eyes, "You're really seriously ignoring me and this wonderful podcast for Pop Princess?"

"She has a name, Schlatt."

"What was it again? I forgot."

Ted rolls his eyes.

You groan as your alarm blares, hiding your head under your pillow. After snoozing it about five times, you decide to get up. As usual, you check your phone. You have a missed call from Ted. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you call him back.

"Y/n!" He exclaims, half shocked that you called him back.

"Teddy! Did you need something?"

You hear Ted release a deep breath, "So, Schlatt and I have a podcast—"

"I know!" You light up

"You... know?"

You giggle, practically able to hear the gears turning in his head, "I looked you up. And maybe I watched a ton of episodes of Chuckle Sandwich."

Ted is speechless; not only does he have the phone number of a world-famous pop star, but you have watched his stupid podcast that he makes with his idiot best friend. "Well... did you like it?"

"No, Ted. I hated it, so I watched almost every episode." You say, words drenched in sarcasm.

"You scared me for a second. Almost had a heart attack! But, back to why I called, do you want to be on an episode?"

You beam, "Of course I do!"

"Great! That's... great! Does tomorrow work?"

You nod furiously, "Yes! What time would you like me?"

"Does twelve work? We can grab lunch and then film?"

"That sounds amazing, Teddy! Thank you!"

"It's entirely my pleasure."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You arrive at the restaurant, and you see Ted waiting in excitement. Across him is Schlatt, who is looking down at his phone.

Schlatt looks up at the sound of your heels clacking on the linoleum flooring.

"Teddy!" You greet as he stands up to hug you. Beside him is a man you recognize as Tucker. You outstretch your hand and introduce yourself.

The only open seat is next to Schlatt, who barely acknowledges you.

"Hi, Schlatt. It's nice to see you again," You smile at him.

He glances at you, "You know, Ted didn't tell me you were our guest until about ten minutes ago."

"I only did that because I knew you wouldn't agree if I told you beforehand," Ted clarifies before looking at you, "Don't mind him. He had a bad morning."

Schlatt throws his head back, "Oh, don't even get me started. But I think this afternoon is going to be better," He turns to look at you, "Not because you're here, but because we're at Korean barbeque. Beef bulgogi, here I come. You like Korean barbeque, right?" He's testing you, trying to determine if he should trust you.

"Who doesn't?" You answer, flipping the menu open.

Schlatt looks at Ted, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide open. "She likes Korean barbeque," He mouths with a thumbs-up.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Schlatt almost walks into a pole, too enamored by the swinging of your ponytail as you walk to the studio. He cocks his head, almost admiring you.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Once you're settled in at the studio, Schlatt finally asks his burning question.

"So, Pop Princess," He lets out a sigh, "What's in the fucking bag?"

You smile, "Well... You were at my concert the other night, so you might have noticed all the pink tiaras."

Schlatt looks wary, "Yes, unfortunately, I was at your concert. And, yes, I did notice all the pink tiaras."

"Well, I brought some for you!" You beam, and Schlatt hates how happy you look. He's so furious, in fact, that he can't stop staring at you. You pull one out and give it to Ted, "And I'd really enjoy—" You duck down again to pull out the second tiara. Getting up and handing it to Tucker, you continue, "If you wore them right now!"

Finally, you pull out a third tiara. Schlatt looks at you, then at the tiara, then back at you again, "I am not wearing that."

"But I even brought one for me," You pout.

Schlatt wearily takes the tiara, and he hates how you light up, "Don't get too excited. I'm not putting this shit on," He scowls.

"Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich," Ted says as you and Schlatt stare at one another. You're visibly sad, and something in Schlatt hates it more than when you're happy, but he doesn't admit it to himself—not yet.

"Okay. Thank you for taking it, at least," You sadly smile at him.

When you turn away from Schlatt, you see Ted and Tucker wearing the tiaras, and you gleam with excitement—a childish giggle escaping your lips.

Ted joyfully laughs as he notices your delight, "Hello, Chucklers, welcome back to another episode of the podcast."

Schlatt places the tiara on one of his legs. Clapping his hands together, he introduces you, "Today, we have a very un-special guest. Uh, you might recognize her—she's a Pop Princess who goes by the name of Y/n L/n," He turns to you, "Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich, I guess."

You beam, "Hi!" Schlat hates the little wave you do at the camera as you put your tiara on, "I'm very excited to be here!"

"That makes one of us," Schlatt murmurs.

"Schlatt," Ted puts on his low, warning voice, "Play nice."

Schlatt just childishly crosses his arms and slumps down in his chair.

"I brought something else for you, Schlatt."

That gains his attention, "What?"

You reach back into the bag and raise your middle finger. Schlatt's mouth gapes as you reveal your hand. He looks at the camera, takes the tiara, and places it on his head.

"Audio listeners, love you to death," Ted begins, "Our Pop Princess has just flipped grumpy 'ol Schlatt off, who is now wearing a tiara."

After a good ten seconds of staring at the camera with his mouth wide open, you speak, "You're going to catch flies."

He shuts his mouth immediately and turns to look at you, "Oh, shut up."

"No, you shut up." You retort.

"Oh, we got a real clever one over here," Schlatt points his thumb at you while looking at the camera, "Honestly, Ted, thank you for bringing Pop Princess here. It's so nice to hear her genius."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Your smile is saccharine.

Ted nervously runs his hand through his hair.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Hey, Schlatt, I have a question for you."

Schlatt wearily side-eyes you, "What?"

"Look, it's a would-you-rather question, okay?"

Schlatt slowly nods.

"Okay," you take a deep breath. "Would you rather have unlimited bacon but no more games, or games—" You turn to face him fully, "Unlimited games, but no more games?"

Ted stares in shock, while Schlatt just sits and stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

You try to hold in your laughter, "Well? Which one?"

"I guess I'll have to go with the bacon," He shrugs.

"Really?"

"Well... yeah. You get unlimited bacon."

You tilt your head, "But no more video games."

"But, unlimited bacon." You stare at each other for a few beats of silence before he speaks again, "What would you choose?"

"Unlimited games, but no more games."

He looks gobsmacked, "But you get no more video games."

"Wrong," You smile, "Saying "no more games" implies that I'm allowed to have unlimited games and no more than unlimited games."

Ted smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

Schlatt shakes his head, "No. That's not— no! No."

"Do you know what a pleonasm is?" You ask.

Schlatt shakes his head.

"The latter half of your question—or, rather, the question from inbox—is simply that, a pleonasm. A pleonasm is when you add more words than needed to make the question or statement more confusing."

Schlatt looks impressed more than anything, "Maybe you do have some brains."

You smile, "I do."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Okay, so the podcast is coming to an end," Ted announces, "So we have a very special question that we ask all of our guests," He looks to Schlatt, "Care to ask the question?"

"So... The Chuckle Sandwich is made of two things. I am the mayo."

"And I am the butt ends of the bread holding the sandwich together," Ted adds.

"So, Pop Princess, what part of the sandwich are you?"

You look at the camera, "You know, I've been thinking about this question, and I think I came up with a definitive answer. I am the pink heart-shaped sprinkles."

Schlatt furrows his brows, "You don't put sprinkles on a sandwich."

"I do." You respond.

Schlatt pretends to spit, "Nobody wants your stupid sprinkles on our sandwich."

You scowl, "Your sandwich is literally mayo on bread. You need something fun."

Schlatt looks around the room, "Somebody call security! This woman is going mad!"

"Oh, I'm the mad one?"

Ted looks into the camera, interrupting you and Schlatt bickering, "And that's all we have time for, folks. See you next episode, chucklers! Bye!"

You and Schlatt are practically yelling nonsense at each other at this point, but then you start to smile, and so does he, and you feel your heart rate pick up because he looks so beautiful with this genuine smile on his face—the one that's never been directed at you before.

"You..." You bite the inside of your cheek, "You have a nice smile," You whisper.

Then his smile falters, and you're worried that you've said something wrong—worried that he hates you now.

But then he smiles again, softer, "Yours isn't bad either."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You're back at the hotel room, ready to unwind, when your phone dings.

Unknown number: Thanks for the tiara

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Schlatt. Ted gave me your number. You aren't half bad.

You stare at your phone for a second in shock, unsure of what to say.

You: Neither are you. Talk later?

Unknown number: Yeah. We'll talk later.

You: Bye, Schlatt :)

Unknown number: Bye, Pop Princess.

You: I'm leaving in two days.

Teddy🧸: I have to say, this is rather upsetting.

You: I'm really going to miss you guys. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow before I leave? Because the following day, I'll be up super early to catch an early flight.

Teddy🧸: Let me check with Schlatt!

You: Sounds good!

Desperate to soothe your nerves, you scramble around your hotel room, continuing to pack up. Your heart jumps with each notification you get.

Then you get a call.

"Teddy?" You answer.

"Schlatt can't do tomorrow, but he can do later today. Does that work?"

"In how long?"

"A couple hours. He said we could go for ice cream. You in?"

You gleam, "I'm so completely in."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You sigh as your hands flitter around in a rush, messing with your hair for the fifth time in the past three minutes. It's just not cooperating with you today, and you frown.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You stride to Ted and Schlatt with a warm smile, "Hi!" You greet.

Ted smiles back, standing to engulf you in a hug, "Nice to see you again."

You walk over to Schlatt, extending your hand to him, "Schlatt."

Shaking your hand, he's focused on your hair, "Your hair looks nice."

Your body fills with warmth, "Thank you. It was being difficult, and frankly, I don't like how it turned out, but I'm glad you enjoy it!"

Schlatt laughs a little and looks down at your hands, still in a handshake. Upon the realization that you've been shaking hands with him for well over a minute, you quickly pull your hand back to your side.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"I'm going to miss you guys," You frown as you say goodbye to your new friends.

After hugging Ted, you go to shake hands with Schlatt, but to your surprise, he hugs you.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Pop Princess," He whispers, and you feel like you're going to tear up.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As you board the plane the next morning, you decide to text Schlatt and Ted.

You: Boarding the flight now!

Teddy🧸: Have a safe flight!

Schlatt: Yeah, have a good flight!

You smile down at your phone when you get a separate text message.

Schlatt: Text me when you land. Have to make sure our Pop Princess gets to her destination safely.

You smile until you fall asleep.

Your episode of Chuckle Sandwich is uploaded during your first day in Austin. It's titled: "The World's Pop Princess Did WHAT To Schlatt?" And the thumbnail is a picture of Schlatt with his mouth wide open in the typical YouTuber clickbait pose. You laugh as you click on the video. It's weird seeing yourself sit there, and you fear the look of adoration as you stare at Schlatt is obvious.

Your suspicions are confirmed as you scroll down to the comments. Half of them are talking about you and Schlatt—how you look at each other, how he bickers with you, how you banter back.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You've felt so alone in Austin the past couple of weeks, so your manager decides it's time for you to go to a party. You're not thrilled as you walk into the venue; the lights too bright, and the music loud enough to give you a headache. After about ten meaningless conversations, you decide you need a drink. You're about four drinks in when you see a familiar figure. Stumbling over, you tap the person on the back.

"Schlatt?" You slur.

He turns around, a confused look on his face, "What're you doin' here?"

"It is you!" And the look you give him makes part of his heart melt.

You swear he looks concerned, "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe," You giggle out.

Schlatt rolls his eyes, turning away from you for a second. He whispers something to the person he was talking to, then turns back to you, "How much have you had to drink?"

"It's so good to see you," You smile, tears welling in your eyes, "I know we text, but it doesn't feel the same," And that's when the first tear falls, "And—"

Schlatt looks at you with so much adoration that you wonder if your drunk mind is playing tricks on you, "Don't cry. 'M not worth cryin' over," He wipes your tears away with his thumbs, "It's okay."

You shake your head with a pout, "No, it's not. I've missed you so much."

"Doll, I swear it's okay. Let's get you to your hotel room, okay?"

You frown harder, "Don't wanna be alone."

"I'll take you back to my place, and you can sleep there. How does that sound?"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As you talk on the phone, Schlatt's arm is around your waist, guiding you to his car.

"Chris, I'm leaving the party. And I don't need a car to pick me up. 'M goin' home with a friend."

Schlatt can't hear what your manager is saying, but based on your reaction, you're not a fan.

"He's the one I met in L.A., Chris. Stop being dramatic," You sigh, "No, the grouchy one."

Schlatt smiles at your description of him.

"I'll be fine. I'll call you in the morning," You pretend to gag, "He's the worst sometimes."

"Okay, pretty one, let's get you in the car."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Schlatt," You whine, looking at him with those sad eyes—bottom lip jutted out.

"Yes?" He murmurs.

"Can't take my shoes off," You look down at your strappy heels, then back to him, "Will you do it?"

You watch as he crouches down, uniting your heels and softly removing them.

"Your feet must hurt," He frowns.

"'M sore all over," You pout.

"Do you want to have a bath? I've got the salts and everything."

You giggle, "Been sniffin' 'em?"

Schlatt nods, "You got it exactly right, doll."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You sleepily walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy robe. "Schlatt, I keep a mini hairbrush in my purse. Can you get it for me?"

He rummages through your purse to grab it, "You can just..." He looks at you, "Just call me Jay."

"Jay," You mutter, the name feeling slightly unnatural as it rolls off your tongue.

"You want me to brush your hair, doll?" Schlatt says, hairbrush in hand.

You nod sweetly, "I'd love that, Jay."

He instructs you to sit on the bed, facing away from him. He brushes your hair with expertise, starting from the bottom and working his way up. You hum with delight, and Schlatt is sure it's sweeter than your giggle.

"There you go, pretty girl. Hair's all brushed out."

You look back at him, "Can you braid it?"

"I don't know how to braid, doll."

Your heart flutters for the umpteenth time at the pet name, "It's easy. I can show you how?" You offer.

When Schlatt finishes braiding your hair, you ask for clothes you can wear to bed.

Schlatt runs a hand through his hair, "Yeah. What..." He swallows nervously, shaking his head to try and get out of his anxious haze, "What kind of clothes? I've got some sweats you can wear—or some shorts. Really, whatever you want, I've probably got it," He rambles.

"Shorts and a sweater would be nice," You smile.

He leaves you to change, and when he comes back, he's sure he sees an angel lying on his bed.

"I'm gonna head to bed, doll," He says, but he's met with your sad pout,

"Where are you going?"

"To the couch," He shrugs like it's obvious.

You look like you're about to burst into tears, "But why?"

Schlatt tilts his head, confused, "So I can sleep."

"You can just sleep here—in the bed with me."

You take his silence as rejection, sniffling quietly.

"Don't cry, pretty girl. I'll— I'll sleep here with you. Okay?"

You look up at him, "Really?"

He nods, peeling the bedding back and laying down beside you.

After a few moments of silence, you hum, "G'night, Jay."

"Goodnight, pretty girl. Sweet dreams," He mutters back.

You wake up the next morning with a raging headache. Groaning, you rub your eyes, and the night before comes flooding back into your memory. You open your eyes, turning to see Schlatt softly snoring.

"Jay," You mutter, to which he groans unintelligibly.

"Jay, get up," You mumble a little louder.

He grumbles again.

"Jay, I told Chris I would meet him at the hotel in half an hour. You need to get up."

Schlatt sits up, attempting to blink the exhaustion away, "Who's Chris?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "You're being very loud."

"Sorry," He whispers, "Who's Chris?" He repeats.

"My manager."

Schlatt nods, finally looking at you, and he hates himself—he hates himself because he let you stay the night, and now he can't stop imagining what it'd be like to wake up next to you every day.

"Do you need me to drive you to the hotel?" He asks.

"'S okay, Jay. I'll have a car pick me up here. Can I return your clothes another time?"

"Yeah," Schlatt nods, but deep down, he wants to tell you that you can keep them—that you can take every single piece of clothing he owns and keep it, and he would only buy you more.

Schlatt calls Ted the second you've left.

"I'm in deep shit."

"What?" Schlatt can hear the confusion in Ted's voice.

"I'm in love with her, man," He rubs a hand over his face, "I'm so fucked."

"Slow down. Who are you in love with?"

Schlatt deadpans, "Who do you think?"

"No shot," Ted laughs, "You're in love with her? Seriously?"

"She came up to me drunk last night, and I took her back here and took care of her. I—" Schlatt sighs, "I'm in love with her, man."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chris tells you to meet him in your room, and when you open the door, you're met with him pacing the length of the bedroom.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He brazenly shouts.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "Stop yelling. I have a headache."

"I don't care! You and that guy are all over the press!" Chris sighs.

You glare at him, "His name is Schlatt, and he's a very nice man."

"Well, say goodbye to him."

Your heart drops with your expression, "What?"

Chris looks at you like you're stupid, "Say goodbye to him. He's not good for PR."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? He's not good for PR. Besides, I have a boyfriend lined up for you already."

"A boyfriend? I don't need a boyfriend!"

"I'm doing what's best for your career. I don't want you to be seen with him again. Do you understand me?"

You feel defeated, "Yeah, I understand."

"You're a good sport. Now, get ready. It's time to meet your boyfriend."

You slump your shoulders, "Give me an hour."

"A car will be waiting for you downstairs."

You turn to look at Chris, "What's his name?" You whisper.

"Kaleb, Nelson."

And you feel dread and begin to eat away at your exhausted body. "Like... the movie star?"

"Yes. The movie star," Chris says before walking out of your room, leaving you to wallow in pity.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jay <3: You get there safe?

You look at your phone and frown.

You: Yeah. Thank you for last night.

Jay <3: No need to thank me.

You: I have a question.

Jay <3: And what's that?

You: You kept calling me 'pretty girl' last night.

Schlatt grows nervous; he was sure you wouldn't have remembered.

You: Did you mean it?

Jay <3: Yes, I did, pretty girl.

Your eyes sting with tears as you read the message over and over again.

Schlatt smiles, feeling at peace, seeing the little heart bubble pop up at his message.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You don't want to meet Kaleb. You don't care about Kaleb. Kaleb can go die in a ditch for all you care! You slam your hand down on the bathroom counter in frustration. This is stupid, you think. Chris has your best interest in mind, so why are you so upset? Shaking your head, you re-focus on your makeup.  

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Don't look so happy," Chris jokes as you get in the car—you don't find it funny.

"Out of everybody in the world, you had to choose him."

"You're a good match! Lighten up!"

You glower at him, "A good match? Nobody's buying that. Nobody's going to buy this stupid relationship. For Christ's sake, I've never even interacted with him before!"

"That's why we're taking it slow," Chris explains. You're going to lunch with him today, and tomorrow, you'll be spotted out and about."

"I don't want to do this, Chris."

"It's what's best for your career."

You're silent momentarily, trying to decide what to say, "What if I want what's best for me?"

Chris only laughs, patting your leg.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Kaleb is there to greet you when you step out of the car, and you feel like you'll be sick when he goes in for a hug. Reluctantly, you hug him back with a weak smile.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Schlatt feels his phone ding.

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Check Twitter. Look who's trending.

He furrows his brows, clicking the app open. He smiles when he sees your name trending, proud that you've created such a buzz again. Then, he reads the rest of the tag.

"Kaleb fucking Nelson?"

He's sure that Kaleb isn't your type. In fact, Schlatt's sure he's your type, and Kaleb looks nothing like him. He's bleach-blond with stark blue eyes, and Schlatt recalls something you said on the podcast.

"Some people with blue eyes and blond hair scare me," You giggle.

He remembers how you looked at him when he agreed with you—how could he be so stupid? Your pupils were practically hearts.

You don't text Schlatt for a few days, the guilt that's eating at you growing by the second.

Schlatt is obsessively checking Twitter and Instagram. He opens Kaleb's profile and clicks on his story. There's a picture of you smiling with a bouquet—it's captioned: My girl <3

You: Hi, Jay :)

Jay <3: Hey.

You: How are you?

Jay <3: Fine.

You frown at the text. And it goes on like this for a few more days. His responses are short—they're dry. You don't like it.

You: Is Schlatt okay?

Teddy🧸: Yeah, he's doing okay. Why, what's up?

You: He's been weird.

Teddy🧸: How so?

You: One-worded answers, void of emotion, etc etc. Did I do something wrong?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: [Attatchment: 1 Image]

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Dude. You're hurting her feelings.

Schlatt sighs, throwing his phone on his bed.

It's the week of your shows, and you feel like absolute shit. You don't like Kaleb. He's touchy and... offputting. But you have a show to put on, so you scroll through your tag on Twitter to see everybody's amazing outfits, and it brings you some peace. At least you'll be out there doing something you love.

Schlatt checks Kaleb's Instagram story again, and his heart squeezes as he sees a picture of you on stage with your million-dollar smile. He shuts his phone off and takes a sip of whiskey.

As well as night one went, you're equally, if not more, nervous tonight. Kaleb was being particularly annoying tonight, and you nearly lost it. So, you decide to check your Twitter tag again. You smile at the sea of pink, and then you see his face. He's front row, wearing the tiara you gave him weeks ago. You feel your heart jump as you see his million-dollar smile.

Schlatt is annoyed by the amount of people who have come up to him, and he denies a picture with all of them. He's here to see his Pop Princess, not to be pestered. There will undoubtedly be posts about how rude he is on Twitter, but he doesn't care. He only cares about seeing you perform. Part of him is restless, bouncing his leg. You haven't had a real conversation in about a week and a half. What if you hate him now? Then, his phone buzzes.

Pop Princess: Nice tiara, doofus <3

"Fuck yeah," He mutters.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As the lights dim and the first notes of your opening song play, you hear the crowd roar, their cheers intensifying as they spot your signature pink heel.

You scan the front row for Schlatt—he's not hard to spot, especially with the tiara. He grins at you, and you feel yourself smile a genuine smile for the first time in what feels like forever.

At the end of the concert, Schlatt is sad to hear your final goodbye. He sits in his seat for a moment, thinking about all his interactions with you. Then he feels a tap on his shoulder, and all of a sudden, a tall man dressed in all black is escorting him away from the crowd.

"Dude, look, I know I joke about bombs a lot, but I swear I don't have one!"

The security guard gives him a look of confusion.

Then Schlatt realizes where he's being taken.

As soon as he sees you, you light up.

"Jay!" You run over and hug him like he's about to disappear.

He laughs, embracing you, "I still don't get how you dance in those heels."

You see Chris making his way over to you, "Go to the bathroom."

Schlatt looks at you, confused, "What?"

You point to the bathroom, "Go. Now!"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Who was that?" Chris asks.

"Nobody. There was nobody here."

He narrows his eyes at you, "Who was that?"

You ignore him, making your way to the bathroom.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Why are we in the bathroom?" Schlatt asks.

"I have a boyfriend," You spit out.

And, just like that, Schlatt is snapped back into reality, "Yeah, I saw that."

"We're not actually dating. It's all for PR, and—" You shake your head, "I hate him. I'm so miserable, Jay."

And Schlatt feels horrible. You've needed support this whole time, and he's been doing what? Wallowing in self-pity? Drinking his feelings? Ignoring your texts?

He feels like an asshole.

His brows crease, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You frown, "I was scared you'd hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"Well..." You're unsure what to say because your thinking was utterly irrational. There's no logical reason Schlatt would hate you after you got a PR boyfriend, "I'm not sure."

He looks at you so soft and sweet, "I could never hate you, pretty girl."

You stare at each other, and right when he's about to say something else, you hear Chris shout for you from outside.

"I have to go. So do you," And you want to say more, but you can't, and you suddenly understand what Juliet felt like.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You: It was nice seeing you today.

Jay <3: I've missed you, Pop Princess.

You: I've missed you, too.

You: Come to tomorrow's concert. There'll be a car at your place at 3.

Jay <3: Will do, pretty girl.

Schlatt is relatively familiar with your set, and he looks on in confusion as somebody brings a stool on stage. You're doing one of your outfit changes, and you're supposed to perform your unreleased song. Instead, you walk out with your guitar in an outfit he's never seen.

Sitting down, you don't address the audience; you simply begin to sing.

We stand worlds apart, bound by chains only we can see

I fight fate with trembling hands in hopes of what could be

You think back to the fight you had with Chris this morning.

"I like him!" You yell, "I don't care if you think it's bad for my image—it's what's good for me. He's what's good for me."

"What about Kaleb?" Chris argues.

"What about Kaleb?"

"He's your boyfriend!"

You angrily throw your hands up, "He's not my boyfriend. He's a douche that I can't stand! He makes me miserable!"

"He's what's best for your career!"

You feel something ignite in you, "No, he's not! How can I further my career if I'm miserable?"

Chris stares at you, "Your streams have increased since you started dating Kaleb. He's good for money."

That's when it clicks for you. Chris doesn't care about you—he never has. Your career has always been about money for him.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

"Look," Chris sighs, "I've looked into this 'Schlatt' guy. He's bad news."

"No, he's not!" You dispute.

I would give my life, I would take the fall I would risk it all, for my Forbidden love, my heart skips a beat Beneath the moonlight where I meet

"He's kind and caring!" You continue.

My forbidden love, they say you're no good But I would risk it all if it means we could

"He's not a good fit! He's crude and not what you need!" Chris yells.

"How would you know what I need?!" You shout back.

"I'm your manager! I know what's best for you!"

I would risk it all if it means we could I would risk it all if it means we could

"Not anymore. You're not my manager anymore. If you actually cared about anything other than money, you'd understand. You'd listen."

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

Chris scoffs, "Fine. Have fun running your career into the ground with him."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You stand, tearing up as you lock eyes with Schlatt, who looks equally ruined. The crowd's cheers fade into background noise as you stare at one another.

thank you so much for reading <3

if you liked this, please reblog it! im hoping to reach my true and final form of a gummy shark, and i grow stronger with each reblog!

[amayalul]

prompt ⬇️⬇️⬇️

dad!schlatt x reader

warnings: teen angst!! + fem reader

"HEY- no swearing around your little siblings. we'll discuss this matter later." you scold her for using such foul language at the dinner table. schlatt gives your daughter a pointed look.

"that's so fuckin unfair!?!? none of my friend's mom's care if they're out late." your teenage daughter exclaims.

ignoring his silent warning, she stands up, shoving her chair back in the process.

"you never let me do ANYTHING fun! I'm going out with them and I don't care what you say." she yells reminding you that she, without a doubt, inherited your fiery attitude. combined with the usual "teenage rebellious phase", it was lethal.

she constantly gave both schlatt and you a headache. challenging and pushing your buttons every single day.

"watch your tone with your mother."

"honey... we talked about this. you are still so young to be going out that late. it's dangerous, it's not safe, and you're NOT going out on my watch." you say with a mixture of sterness and exhaustion, having gone over this multiple times.

she rolls her eyes, blurting out words in a fit of anger, "oh you're fucking insufferable-"

her words hung in the air, shocking everyone sitting at the table. even your 3 year old fell silent, knowing something was up.

your eyes widen momentarily in disbelief as hurt flickered across your face at her words.

schlatt, who had quietly been eating, stood up abruptly. his chair scraping across the wooden floor.

"DO NOT disrespect MY wife like that, you hear me?"

your daughter recoiled slightly, stunned by her father's sudden intervention. it was rare for him to break away from the 'silly, goofy dad' image but when he did.... boy was it scary. his brooklyn accent even more prominent when he was mad.

she opens her mouth as if to argue but thought better of it. realizing she had gone too far this time around.

"you must be INSANE if you think I'll sit here and listen to you speak to my wife like you just did. and i sure as hell am NOT gonna tolerate the level of disrespect you just showed her when all she wants is your safety."

"thanks hun." you quietly say, giving him a smile and thanking him for always having your back.

"now apologize to her like you mean it." he huffs, sliding his chair back under him.

he sits back down and reaches across, placing a reassuring hand on top of yours.

he places a tender kiss on the back of your hand, smiling back at you.

"always and forever sweetheart."

[exactlymaximumgarden]

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

[writingduhh]

Being Jschlatts S/O Includes (Hc) …

Shout out to my @lvrj4mie for the amazing ideas ILY

▷ He’s very protective over you. Not in an unhealthy “you can’t leave” way, more of a “if anyone hurts you they’re dead” way.

▷ You have a drawer of your things at his place. After you began dating and practically spent every day at his house, he insisted that you keep a drawer of your belongings at his place.

▷ Receiving occasional bursts of affection from him. It's as if he can't contain his love and excitement, especially during those moments when he's feeling particularly affectionate. You could be sitting on the couch and he’ll just immediately smother you and attack your face with kisses… not that you mind.

▷ Definitely the Black Cat x Golden Retriever couple trope.

▷ Schlatt can be a chaotic and unpredictable character, but you're there to provide stability and calm in his life. You help balance his hectic lifestyle and remind him to take care of himself. You’re the calm in his storm.

▷ Despite his tough guy exterior, he's rather tender-hearted, especially when it comes to you.

▷ Spoils the shit out of you. Whatever you want he gets, even though you insist he doesn’t need to get you anything/you don’t want anything. He does it anyways.

▷ Introvert and Extrovert Balance. If Schlatt leans toward extroversion and you are more of an introvert (or vice Versa), you find a harmonious balance. He brings you out of your shell, and you provide him with moments of quiet reflection.

▷ Stealing his hoodies/shirts.

"Hey, toots, have you seen my..." Schlatt's words trailed off as he caught sight of you comfortably seated on the couch, wearing his oversized hoodie while engrossed in your game. Due to his substantial stature, his clothes practically swamped you, with sleeves rolled up twice for a better fit.

"Is that my hoodie?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

You nodded, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Yeah, it is. I can take it off if you don't want me to wear it."

He shook his head, a fond smile spreading across his face. "No, no, it's okay. You look good in my clothes." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your neck.

▷ He has so many nicknames for you. Toots (obviously), sweetheart, babe, I could also definitely see him call his partner pet.

▷ Comfort in silence. Whether you’re watching him edit, gaming in the same room, or simply sitting together silently on the couch, you didn’t need words to communicate. There's a comfortable silence that speaks volumes about your connection and comfort with each other.

▷ His cats absolutely ADORE you… Maybe more than him.

▷ Late night food runs. Due to the nature of his job, Schlatt has a lot of late nights editing videos or planning future projects. On those particularly stressful nights, which is often, you like to suggest a late night food run to clear his mind. He always agrees as it’s an excuse to spend some quality time with you… and get food.

▷ You shamelessly tease him in a playful manner, fully aware that you can get away with it.

▷ Contrary to popular opinion I think he’s quite affectionate, at least behind closed doors. He’s always got a hand on your thigh, laying on your chest, or some sort of touch.

▷ You’re definitely ‘Those pet parents’ with Jambo and Burnt soup. They’re basically like your children, making you the perfect happy family.

[ohbabydollie]

dolly, i miss mutual breakup Schlatt 😖

i’m feeling big sad so here’s some mutual break up angst

you both sat at the table, slowly sipping on your morning coffee knowing that once it’s over, everything is over. your boxes were packed, any linger of you in his home was gone.

every single trinket and piece of clothing were neatly arranged in a box awaiting its placement inside your car, the same car you both had used at 3 am when you wanted late night snacks, needed to drive jambo to the emergency vet when he swallowed well around eight magnets, the same car you brought the other guy home in.

you both sat at the table in silence, not saying a single word, yet your teary eyes did all the talking. slowly sipping your coffee that was going cold, the cold breakfast that laid on your plate, almost completely untouched.

the idea of eating it made you sick to your stomach, just knowing it’ll all be over soon, all those memories and years you both held together would be all gone.

you could barely poke at your breakfast, knowing it was the last breakfast you both would share together.

[renranram]

can you pwease do some ted nivision / schlatt / charlie angst about them and reader having a stupid and petty argument that ensues over to recording where you can tell there's somethinf going on but can't tell whether its banter or not-

i just want some good classic argument angst 🤭

Pick who?

sfw !

fem!reader x ted x schlatt

rei writes angst for a while then failing miserably

@.giggleburger • 10 mins

guys y does the new episode seems off 😭??

#chucklesandwich #schlatt #ted #y/n #charlie

↳ 12 ⇆ 10 ♡ 301

@.numberoneschlaggotever • 6 mins

↳ replying to @.giggleburger

TRUE IT'S MORE DRIER N SAD, like no banter? no flirts? no jokes?

↳ 2 ⇆ 0 ♡ 3

@.milkthemilkman • 1 mins

↳ replying to @.giggleburger and @.numberoneschlaggotever

lmao it's either a bit or they actually fought

↳ 0 ⇆ 0 ♡ 1

you sigh out, reading recent tweets from their latest episode, it was two the three of them fought, you, ted and schlatt

the whole ordeal was schlatt and ted had been courting you, they've been trying to outdo eachother by giving you gifts, flirting with you, compliments and affection

during the past few weeks, you and ted had been hanging out, and of course schlatt noticed, he was blazing with jealous

so before a few minutes on your recording for the new episode for chuckle sandwich, he approaches you

" how's the dates? had fun without me? " schlatt states, glaring you as he crosses his arms

" jay? what are you talking about? " you reply, confused and shock at the sudden confrontation

" you've been going on dates right? you guys hang out like im also not into you " he added, " why can't you just decide already? "

" decide on what? " ted approaches the both of them as he rests his arm around on your shoulder, " oh, your boyfriend's here too " schlatt commented, his tone, snarky

" jay you're getting things wrong.. it's not like that " you try to explain, but ted accidentally interrupts you, " what like that? "

" i dont know, maybe she finally actually decides on who she likes? " schlatt retorts, glaring at ted's hand around you, " you can't just for her out to pick on both of us, she can have the time she needs " ted defends you with a sigh

" how fucking much more does she needs? it's been months, months of us going back and forth, aren't you tired ted? "

" schlatt, you do realize this is a huge deal right? you can't just suddenly confront her at topics like this " ted shakes his head, patting your back for comfort as schlatt pushes his hand off of you

" jay.. im sorry but this isn't just fair " you mumble, " fair? no, y/n, fucking make your decision, make me realize if all the things i did for you was worth it or no " schlatt continues

" schlatt, you're pressuring her " ted states, " im pressuring her to finally know the truth, does she likes me or you, that's just what i wanna know. "

" i.. i can't.. i cant decide right now " you mumble as ted rubs your shoulder but schlatt scoffs, " did sucking ted's dick feel that good? " schlatt blurts out

ted gasps, as you froze in your spot, flabbergasted and overwhelmed but then feeling anger as you hit a slap on his face, leaving a red mark

" you know what schlatt? maybe you're right, maybe... maybe the things you did for me weren't worth it " you mumble, teary eyed, " im sorry if i made you waste your time, you can fucking leave "

ted glares at schlatt, as he follows after you, leaving schlatt all by himself as the man comforts you

the whole argument caused the rest of the episode to be dry, cold and just.. not it, you avoided schlatt the whole episode, talking to only ted and the oblivious charlie

you groan out as you rolled on your bed, blaming yourself, maybe if you could've picked at that moment this wouldn't happen-

a knock interrupts your overthinking, you glanced at the clock, 11 pm, maybe your pizza had arrived? as you get off your bed, you slowly open the door revealing a teary eyed schlatt, a bouquet on his hand

" ... hi " he greets as you look away, " .... hi " you respond as he sighs out, " im.. im so fucking sorry " schlatt mutters

" i know.. i know i was impatient and so fucking jealous, i acted out my anger and im so fucking dumb to only realize that id hurt you " he states, " i should've waited, i should've never said those to you during our argument, y/n, i.. i fucking love you, im so.. im so fucking sorry "

your eyes widened, schlatt wasn't always the one to talk about his feelings, he'd rarely mention it, " it's alright.. if you.. you know.. wont let me have a chance anymore, i understand, im a fucking dick "

" but yeah.. i hope you forgive me " he mumbles, handling you the bouquet as you slowly face him, " .. jay.. im also.. uhm.. sorry for making you wait this long.. " you mutter, receiving the bouquet, " i understand why you'd suddenly confront me and.. say those things "

" it's fine.. if you dont want to chase after me anymore, i genuinely understand- " you were cut off by a hug, " no, im not letting that loser take you all by himself "

" this feels fucking cringey to say.. but i love you y/n, i dont care how long you'll love me back... or never love me back but that's just.. that's just what i wanna say, i fucking love you "

[canisguts]

promise me you'll never leave

pairing: jschlatt x gender neutral reader

pronouns used: they/them

summary: you comfort schlatt after he has a nightmare

trigger warnings: fear of abandonment, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares

w.c: 604

schlatt wasn't a stranger to having nightmares; he had them often. they weren't vivid or complex or scary, even, just weird. tonight was different, though. his mind wasn't in the best place that day, it was restless and loud. anxious.

he tossed and turned, soft groans leaving his lips as he dreamed. he could see you; your face was clear as the morning sky. beautiful. he smiled, reached out to caress your cheek. you smiled back with a hum. you traded i love you's with each other; he promised he'd never forget you. you didn't say anything.

then, you started to fade. his smile dropped. 'no, no.. please, god, no..'

his mind became a whirlwind—where did you go? why did you leave? 'please come back...'

"j." your voice started ringing in his head, a soft, almost angelic tone.

"j," you breathed against the shell of his ear, shaking him from his nightmare. your arm was snaked around his waist protectively. "i'm right here, baby. i'm right here."

his eyes peeled open slowly, adjusting to the faint light shining through the curtains. his hand found yours; he squeezed. you're here. you're right here. you're not gone.

he shifted, twisting his body so he's facing you. he reached out, his thumb grazing against your cheek before cupping it. he can feel you; you're here. you're still here.

"sweetheart.." he let out a shaky breath before wrapping his large arm around your waist, pulling you against him in a tight, protective embrace. "fuck..."

"i know. i know, big guy," you whispered, rubbing soothing circles into his side. "i'm right here. i got you."

he breathed you in, his fingers gripping you so tight he was scared he'd bruise you; he knew you didn't care about that, though.

"it was a dream?" he asked, his voice shaky. you nodded.

"just a dream, baby," you reassured, pressing your lips to his temple. "just a dream."

he let out an heavy, uneven sigh of relief. but, despite your reassurance, he was still scared. he didn't want to forget you, to lose every memory he's made with you. to lose you.

"please never leave me," he whispered, his arm tightening its hold around your waist, the thought of if he let go of you, you'd fade away. leave. forever. "please."

you nodded, pressing another kiss against his temple. "i'm not going anywhere, baby."

"promise me."

you brought a palm to cup his chin, tilting his head to look at you. "i promise, j. cross my heart."

he nodded slightly, his eyes flicking all over your face, as if memorizing every tiny detail, every insignificant feature, burning them to his memory. you let him.

he swallowed around the lump in his throat, letting out a shaky breath. "thank you."

you smiled softly, stroking his cheek gently, soothingly, reassuring that he wasn't dreaming anymore. "always, j."

he pulled you against him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you're still here. you're not gone. he hasn't forgotten you. you haven't left. you're still in his arms, in his bed—your bed—against his chest. holding each other like your lives depended on it; in a way, that wasn't so far off from the truth.

"i love you, j." you whispered against his cheek, your arms around his waist like a lifeline.

"i love you more, sweetheart," he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss against the bare skin of your shoulder. "more than i can say."

schlatt didn't like having nightmares; they brought his worst fears to the forefront of his mind. but he could tolerate them just a little more when he has you.

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a/n: hi !! so- first schlatt oneshot , hope you all enjoyed :3 i reallyyyy wanna write for him again (and ted) so pleaseeeeee feel free to leave me some requests in my ask ;3

[probably-ren]

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" Schlatt x fem!reader

I casually feel like being evil, enjoy <3 CW: weed, alcohol, use of y/n, angst

You sigh as you lean back against the couch, the leather molding into your back as your eyes flutter in annoyance. A joint lays half smoked on the table, every once in a while being picked up by your boyfriend, schlatt.

Recently, it had felt more like he only called you to come over to get high or babysit him. Either that or it was with alcohol. It had been getting frustrating.

Schlatt hums and leans back, coughing slightly before offering the blunt to you silently, causing you to glare.

"You know i dont smoke." you remind him.

He scoffs "pussy." he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in annoyance.

"oh im a pussy?" you laugh in disbelief "i think the only pussy here is the one whos too ashamed to talk to his partner unless hes inebriated!" you say angrily, attempting to keep your voice calm.

"Maybe, i can only stand to listen to my girlfriend when im not sober" He scoffs

You pause. Did he really mean that? You felt your world practically shatter around you as tears form in your eyes. You breathe out shakily and stand up, looking away.

Your eyes land on the photos of you two hung up around the house. The biggest one being you two trying to take a family photo, you laughing as jambo crawls on schlatts shoulder, [redacted] laying in your arms peacefully as schlatt tries to get jambo off.

"Maybe.. We should break up." you finally speak, your voice quivering.

"Fine, get the fuck out." he huffs, too high to really understand the consequences.

You wipe tears and pause, looking around the room. You had been together for 4 years, is this really how it ends? You two had planned to get married some day. You felt your whole life crumbling down in a single conversation. A pit formed in your stomach as you slowly make your way to the door.

"I hope you find someone you can stand." you mumble before leaving the house. The door slamming behind you. Earie silence fills the house, sobering schlatt up quickly.

"Fuck" he sighs, putting his head in his hands as tears form in his eyes. Jambo jumps into his lap with a soft meow, he could tell jambo wanted you. He hugs the tabby cat and lets out a quiet sob. "Mom's not coming back buddy" he whispers, wetting the cats fur with his tears, sobs wracking through the normally uncaring mans body.

It had been a few months since the whole situation, everyone had noticed the change, especially your mutual friends. You two were always with eachother and now they couldn't even get you both to the same party.

You had changed alot, having gotten skinnier, paler, and just overall you looked unhealthier. Schlatt hadnt changed as much, but people could tell he wasn't taking care of himself like he used to.

Eventually, schlatt broke down in front of ted and explained everything. After a long lecture, he decided to help both of you, seeing as you were both miserable without eachother. He planned a party for that night, much to schlatts dismay.

As the time rolled around, you entered the party only an hour after it had started. That was the first time he had seen you since everything and felt his heart flutter at the mere sight of you. Although, as soon as you saw him, he watched your eyes well up with tears before you quickly left to the balcony. Nonetheless, he followed you.

"Doll?" He murmurs gently, stepping out onto the balcony behind you.

"Dont call me that." You respond quietly, wiping your tears before they could ruin your makeup.

He hesitates, a pit forming in his stomach. "Baby please.. dont be like that" he whispers, tears forming in his eyes. He steps closer.

You don't respond, sniffling and looking away from him.

"Let me explain? Please." He practically begs, his voice hesitant and longing.

"Fine" you mumble quietly, not turning to face him.

He sighs softly "i fucked up, majorly."

"You think?" You cut him off sarcastically, sniffling softly as your voice quivers.

"No, i know i did." He sighs softly "i didnt mean any of it, toots." He murmurs "i love you more than life itself, the house has been so quiet without you." He begins quietly "i miss hearing your soft hums as you cook breakfast, i miss hearing you coo at the cats, hell, i even miss hearing you complain about my dumbass" he chuckles, his voice breaking as tears flow freely down his cheeks.

Your breath hitches softly "you hurt me, jay. Badly." You murmur softly.

He nods "i know, y/n." He murmurs, his head hung low in shame. He sighs and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him. "I know i don't deserve it- but please.." he whispers. "I haven't smoke or drank since you left, im never getting that bad again. I promise."

You hesitate before gently cupping his cheek, looking into his tear filled eyes, the same ones that could never look away from you. "Promise?"

He nodded solemnly, his hands going to your waist gently, slowly tracing your curves gently. "I swear, doll."

You gently nod and pull him down, pressing your lips to his. You feel his hands grip your waist tighter, almost possessively as he kisses you back. Almost desperate for more of your taste as his tongue glides along your bottom lip, gently begging for entry. You happily oblige and part your lips.

He pushes you against the railing gently, holding on tightly as you both battle for dominance, him easily winning. He groans softly and gently pulls away, panting softly. A thin string of saliva connects your lips before bursting. You sigh and breathe heavily, hugging him and burying your face in his chest.

"I missed you" you mumble, your voice muffled.

"I missed you too, toots." He murmurs, petting your hair "missed you so much." He mumbles, burying his face into your hair. "Damn cats did too, they practically never shut up" he grumbles, making you laugh softly.

"Can we go home? I need to see my boys" you ask softly and he chuckles and nods.

"Anything for you, doll."

Part 2 eventually maybe? Lmk if you want one 👀

[bree-cheesy]

Forever and Always

Jschlatt x Ped Nurse fem!reader

I hope you guys like this! I'm actually kind of proud of it and really hope you guys are proud of it too!

Warnings: child cancer patient death, this is def angsty, hospitals?, some kissing at the end (no smut, sorry).

Words: 1,511

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Being the roommate of a very popular youtuber and streamer- when you’re not famous yourself at all- is a lot of pressure. You don’t like to be in his streams or videos, so whenever he’s filming or streaming, you have to lock yourself in your room till he’s done. You two had been friends and roommates since he moved to Austin. You both moved around a lot, but you didn’t really mind it because you weren’t alone doing it. Jay kind of felt like your rock in ways. Something that always pretty much stayed the same. Aside from the occasional haircut or different hoodie.

Yes, you had a little crush on him. Couldn’t really help it because he always had cute nicknames for you, always super touchy. Not to mention he was the only guy who actually ever listened to you.

Your job was pretty demanding. You were a pediatric nurse. Your whole job revolved around kids. Being around kids that much, you obviously start to feel like an older sister to them. Doing everything in your power to make sure they’re comfortable and not scared. Especially for the ones in critical care, or the ones with life risking illnesses. But, getting attached is dangerous. When the ones who are on end of life care eventually reach the end of their life, you’re just broken for days. Blaming yourself for not doing anything more for them, even though you know you did everything in your power for them. They never passed away sad, always surrounded by loved ones and the team helping them.

Today was different, though. You had a patient. A 7 year old girl with stage 4 lung cancer. She was an orphan. No family and was thrown into the hospital by her foster family and just left behind. She had been under the hospital’s care for 5 months and you formed a strong bond with her. She felt like a little sister to you. She was doing so good. She was getting better. Then, close to the end of your shift, her heart monitor went flat while a doctor was in there talking to her. It was like your whole world stopped. The cancer grew so much in what felt overnight, blocking her lungs, not letting any oxygen get in. There was no saving her. She was really gone.

When you finally got to your car after staying 2 hours overshift, helping everyone with the little girl, you completely broke down. You stayed pretty good at being neutral in the hospital, but it was just too much. How hadn’t any of you seen her cancer growing? I failed. I failed her. You almost couldn’t drive home, stopping a few times just to try and collect yourself. Pulling up to the house, you saw a car parked in front of the house. Shit. You totally forgot. Jay got home from being away in Japan today. You were so excited all day because you missed him so bad. Now look at you. A total mess. He had a super long day of travel and now he’s gonna have to deal with you being a blubbering snotty mess.

Pressing your forehead against the steering wheel, you sighed, trying to gather your emotions. When you looked up you saw him. Standing on the porch, holding the black and orange cats, smiling like a dork in that stupid Seaworld hoodie and basketball shorts. That would usually be enough to brighten your mood and make you laugh, but tonight it just made it all worse. You let out a sob and pressed your hands against your face, leaning your head back against the headrest. Jay frowned and quickly let the cats back inside, rushing over to your car and opening the door.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, his body acting like a huge cocoon of warmth and comfort for you. Sobbing into his chest- dirtying his hoodie with your tears- he rubbed your back and held you close, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “What’s going on, hun?” His voice was soft and concerned in your ear, making you break down even harder. He gently picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the house, sitting down with you in his lap on the couch. “Gotta talk to me, sweets. Can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“She's gone.” Your voice was scratchy and quiet. Schlatt’s heart broke seeing you like this. He didn’t know how to help you. His baby was sad, the little voice in his head whispered. Who was she? He was trying to remember if you mention anyone in recent history being close to death.

“Who’s gone?” He kept his voice gentle and rocked you in his lap a little.

“Remember the little girl who had cancer? The orphan?” He nodded- his heart sinking- and you sniffled, wiping the tears away. “H-Her cancer grew… blocked the oxygen from getting to her lungs.” You let out another heart wrenching sob and he held you closer, gently kissing your forehead. “I couldn’t help her, Jay…. I didn’t even see her cancer was growing! I failed her… I wasn’t with her when she died. I promised her I would be there with her!”

He shook his head and forced your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Babe, you did everything you could to help her. You had no control over what happened. She was sick, baby…. You did more for that little girl than anyone probably ever had before in her life.”

Knowing he was right, you nodded and leaned the side of your head against his chest, just trying to focus on his steady heartbeat in your ear. When you eventually stopped crying, you managed to get up to take a shower and get in pajamas. Luckily you had the next two days off. You probably would’ve called out anyway if you didn’t have them off. When you got out of the shower, you saw stuff laid out on your bed. A smile formed on your face. They were little gifts Jay got for you while he was away. He always did that for you when he went on a trip, but this time it just felt so much more substantial. After looking at what they were, you heard him in the kitchen.

A frown formed on your face when your mind started racing. He was always doing things for you. Always comforting you on bad days, always buying you things you’ve shown interest in, face timing you on your breaks at work just to try and make you laugh because he knows how rough your job is. He was always just there. Your heart started racing. This wasn’t just a crush, this was love. You were in love with him.

Gaining all the courage you could possibly muster at that moment, you rushed out of your room and to where he was in the kitchen. He was making food for the both of you. He looked up at you and smiled. “Good shower? Help a little bit? I’m making this chicken thing Ted told me to try-” Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands took a second to land on your hips, but when they did, he pulled you close and kissed you back, letting out a soft grunt. Fuck. It was so much better than you ever imagined. His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry chapstick, his facial hair lightly scratched at your cheeks in the best way possible, his hands roamed the length of your back, keeping you pressed up close against him.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide with shock, lips parted and tongue nervously running across his bottom lip. “I love you.” The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw a deep red spread across his cheeks and nose, a smile forming on his lips. “Damnit Jonathan, say something!” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to, but it got the message across because his lips landed on yours again, sucking out the last bit of anxiety left in your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds and pressed his forehead against yours, lightly rubbing his nose against yours, smiling wide. You giggled and he started peppering your face with soft kisses, making you blush a bright scarlett. “God, I love you too, toots.” His voice was laced with amusement and just pure adoration. He couldn’t even believe what was happening. You in his arms, your lips on his. It was everything he imagined and more.

He vowed to you that he’d treat you like the princess you are, promising to never cause you pain or heartache. Because why would he do anything less. You were his girl now. He wasn’t just gonna let it go. He was forever and always yours, and you were his.

-- Bree <3

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Someone give me ideas of what to write with him or Ted 😭 I don’t have anymore ideas