#schlatt angst

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Bikini Bottom

Schlatt x Fem!reader Summary: Reader is anxious about the scars on her legs, and struggles with wearing a bikini to the pool. Schlatt just wants to reassure them and remind them how beautiful he thinks they are. Content: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst w/ comfort, panic attacks, self criticism, body image issues, scars, allusions to self-harm or injuries (nothing specific), kissing A/N: This was based on this request from the lovely @imgayandvoreethatsall it was such a cute request I got a little bit carried away writing it so it is loooonggg.

You feel your lip wabble as you eye yourself in the mirror, tilting your head to the side as you take in your reflection staring back at you. Mocking you. It was a scorching week in LA and everyone was making use of the pool that came with the Airbnb you were staying at, as they had been everyday the temperature had hit anywhere near 80 degrees.

It was a gorgeous pool, with a huge patio, deck chairs, glass fencing overlooking the LA hills, one of those stupid waterfall things that all the rich people had. You'd been spending most of your week feeling shit, despite the gorgeous background, lounging on a deck chair in your t-shirt and shorts, trying to keep your eyes glued to the pages of the book you were reading. Every now and again though, you'd look up and just eye your friends having fun in the pool. The chuckle boys were here, filming some stuff, Tucker, his wife, Ted, his girlfriend, Schlatt and a number of other mutual friends they had invited to hang out, including you.

You couldn't help the jealousy in your eyes as you looked at all your friends as they seemed to glide around the pool without a care in the world. It wasn't their fault, you loved them dearly, but it's true when they say there's a certain type of person in LA. Tall, slim, tanned, stunning. You'd watch your girlfriends as they'd sit next to the pool, their long, slim, smooth legs danging in the water, their bleach blonde hair tossed back as they laughed, sun shining off their pearly white teeth. God it made you feel ill.

You had gotten out of it all originally, when the pool talk came up, "oh I don't have a swim suite," you had told Ted, cringing at the disappointment on the faces of your friends as you shrugged softly, "I'll come sit out there though."

But as the temperature kept ticking up, your friends kept asking, and by god did you wanna use the pool. So you bit the bullet, fucking chewed and swallowed that thing more like, and went out and bought a bikini.

It was cute, you had to admit to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror, and if it was anything else you'd be fawning over yourself in it. It was some ruffly thing that hugged your chest great, high waisted bottoms cupping your ass and stopping just below your belly button. As cute as it was it did nothing to cover your legs.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you look down at them, sucking your lip between your teeth to stop the flood gate from opening. Long scars litter the sides of your upper leg, some red, some pink, some white, staring up at you mockingly. It 's embarrassing, walking around with these stupid lines on your legs. While everyone else is model esque perfect, you're covered in the permanent reminder of your past. Of pain and suffering that taunt you, knowing you've missed that chance at perfection.

A soft knock at the door startles you away from the mirror as it creaks open the tiniest bit at your silence. "Y/N?" you hear Schlatt say, his accent thick on his tongue as his tone is soft and gentle, "you ok?"

You hum, as you quickly scramble for your shorts, pulling on the board shorts over your legs as you open the door, plastering on a smile as you look up at Schlatt, "hey, I'm good yeah."

He laughs as he moves out of the way, letting you step out of the room, "I thought you got lost in the bed sheets."

You laugh softly as you walk with him out to the pool, tugging on your shorts when you feel them ride up the tiniest bit, "I was just hyping myself up." you admit softly as you feel your face warm up at your confession.

"For what?"

“You know,” you say as you motion down to your bikini, stomach tensing when you feel his eyes trail down your body. Schlatt next to you swallows thickly as he looks over your body, admiring the way the bikini top hugs your chest, the way the shorts hang off your hips so enticingly.

“You coming swimming?” he asks, as he snaps his eyes back up to your face, furrowing his brow at the anxiety on your face. Your small nod is all he needs before a grin is breaking out on his face and he's hoisting you up into his arms the second your feet hit the outdoor patio. You squeal in delight as you thrash around in his arms, his gaze loving as he beams up at you as you squirm. “Look who I dragged out,” he calls out excitedly as your friends cheer, ignoring your shrieks of protest as he strides over to the pool, howling with laughter as he unceremoniously drops you into the water.

Everyone's calmed down a bit as the afternoon wears on, lounging in or around the pool as they chat happily. You're standing over with Schlatt and your friend Amy as you all chat, your body pressed up next to Schlatt as you lean against the wall.

"I wanna get a photo," Sophie, a girl you don't know super well says excitedly as she stands up from her towel. Some people excitedly shuffles over to the fence of the property, overlooking the hills, Amy grinning down at you when she pulls herself out of the pool, "you coming?"

You hesitate as you look at her outstretched hand, going to reach out for her to help you out before Sophie's valley girl voice cuts you off, "maybe the next one Y/N? Like we love a 2000s chic board short look but... this one's for the 'gram," she says as she stares at her phone, not even looking up at you, "you know how it is."

A tense silence falls over the pool as your friends stare at Sophie in shock, a few people you don't know super well humming in agreement, as you let Amy pull you out of the pool none the less. You look at Amy to see the shock already on her face, turning to meet Schlatt's eyes and see the anger burning behind his iris.

"Fine," you mumble as you push the shorts down your legs, taking a deep breath as you push yourself forward and walk over to where the girls are lining up, "am i 'gram ready now?" you say, sickly sweet as Amy laughs next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

Schlatt stares in awe at your confidence, as much as he can tell you're putting it on. He loves seeing you like this, unwilling to take anyone's shit, it's hot in a way he's not brave enough to admit out loud. He lets out a low whistle as he moves over to the other wall, closer to where you're all waiting to take the photo, "yeah Y/N," he says as he claps, smiling to himself as he watches you blush and turn your head into Amy's neck to whisper something to her. He wolf whistles at you while you take the photo, not so subtly hyping you up as he admires you, watching as you laugh at his antics and cling to Amy as Tucker snaps pictures of all of you.

"That was incredible," he says, a proud grin plastered on his face when you get back in the pool, "you've got the biggest balls of anyone here, shutting her up like that.”

That makes you throw your head back and laugh as you sink back into the pool next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to help you in, "thanks for hyping me up."

"You don't have to thank me," he says sweetly as he takes a gently hold of your waist and helps you in, "that's what I'm here for."

Sophie didn't even end up posting the photos, you think she got her ego hurt a bit by everyone teasing her about her 'gram for the rest of the afternoon. But Amy did, and you couldn't stop tearing over them.

They were cute photos, some of the group, some of just the two of you she had taken, but god you couldn’t stop looking at your legs. You should've put your shorts back on, Amy wouldn't have mind. you should’ve asked her even to edit them, she would’ve said yes, but you couldn’t face the embarrassment. Instead, you just sat here, feet danging in the water as you zoomed in on yourself, not even daring to open the comments.

"Hey," you hear Schlatt's voice say as he approaches you from the house, hand coming over your shoulder to hand you a bottle of something that you take eagerly. He smiles down at you as he sits down, rather ungracefully next to you, legs joining yours in the water with a splash, "you alright?"

That's something you always admired about Schlatt, his ability to turn it off and just be with you when you needed it. He was undeniably loud and in your face when he wanted to be, but he had this ability of reading the room like no one you've ever met before, knowing when you needed someone to just sit and talk. You look up at him and nod as you sip your drink, turning to look back at your phone next to you.

"What's wrong?"

You let out an annoyed groan as you lay back on the tiles behind you, unlocking and handing him your phone. There's no point hiding it from him, he has a way of reading you, you might as well just show him.

He scrolls across the pictures Amy posted, smiling to himself when he sees the one of you with her, tilting your head back and laughing, "what's wrong with these? They're cute."

"Cute?!" you say as you look up at him wide eyed, "omg cute?! Look at my legs," you groan, "ugh it makes me wanna puke."

"Your legs?" he asks as he glances at you, face scrunched up in confusion before he looks back at the phone, "what's wrong with your - oh," he says as his eyebrows raise when he notices what you're talking about.

"Oh god it's so bad isn't it?"

"What? No, no I didn't mean it like that," he says as he zooms in on your legs, taking in the sight of the scars littering them that he's never really taken note of before. He's seen them sure, but he's always been too focused on the soft curves of your thighs to ever really notice.

You're both silent for a while before he speaks, "is this why you haven't been swimming with us?" You just nod as you take the phone back from his hands, zooming in on yourself again as you sigh.

He glances down at you next to him as he takes in your sad expression, feeling his heart ache as he watches your slumped figure stare intently at your phone, "you have an even bigger dick than I thought then for earlier."

You laugh softly as you roll your eyes, looking up at him as you nudge him, sitting up again. "But seriously," he continues, "I'm proud of you," he says as he looks down at you, taking in the way your face is lit up in the dim blue light of the pool.

"Really?" you whisper back, leaning into his side the tiniest bit as you seek out his warmth.

"It's not easy, putting yourself on display," he says as his eyes flick down to your legs for the tiniest second before meeting your face again, hand twitching at his side as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you, "especially when you're worried about something like that."

You nod silently as you fully lean into his side now, resting your head against his arm as the two of you enjoy each other's presence. It feels nice, to feel seen like this, to have someone who notices you, faults and all, and is here anyway.

"When I started gaining weight, it took me ages before I was willing to swim without a shirt on again," he admits as he snakes an arm around to rest on the tile next to your hip.

"Really?!" you ask as you look up at him, turning slightly to rest your chin on his arm as you watch him stare down at the water.

"Oh yeah, like so long," he nods as he moves his legs in the water, watching the way it ripples around his movement, "I was just convinced that everyone would be staring at me the entire time," he shrugs, "and like, sometimes people do you know? I'm not gonna lie... but most people didn't even think twice about it. And if they did they didn't care."

"Do you think anyone noticed my legs today?" you ask as you pull away, looking up at him pensively as you think back on the day. It's hard to remember if the burning of people's gazes on your body was real or just your anxiety convincing you it was.

"Honestly?" he asks softly and you nod, "probably not. Like not in a bad way, just like, I don't think most of our friends really pay attention to that sort of shit."

There's a moment of silence before he's laughing as he looks down at you, "I know I for one was more focused on these puppies," he says as he dramatically and blatantly staring at your chest, "awooga," he says as he hangs his tongue out and dramatically pants.

"I hate you," you say as you fall apart laughing, pushing him away from you and watching him dramatically fall into the pool.

"Don't look so hot and we won't have a problem," he laughs when he comes up to the surface, laying on his back and flailing a bit as he attempts to float.

"You're so unbuoyant?" you question as you stare at him confused, howling in laughter as he flails around.

"Oh yeah like you can do any better," he says as he faux glares at you, fighting the smile creeping onto his lips at the sound of you laughing.

You bite your lip as you smile giddily, pressing your hands against the edge of the pool and slipping into the cool water as you feel it envelope you, "I'm a goddamn pool floatie, I'll have you know."

You lay back in the water, and let yourself float, the rhythmic pattern of the pool jets whirling through the water as it surrounds you, calming you. Your breathing sounds impossibly loud as you take long and deep breaths, but you open your eyes to find the night sky staring back at you. It's not often you see starts in LA, but the few twinkling in the night right now ground you. It's just you, Schlatt and the sky right now, the way you like it.

You flip back over and dunk under the water, pushing your hair back out of your face as you swim up and smile up at Schlatt, "told you so," you tease, but find him already staring at you.

He's looking at you, lips parted slightly as he leans against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the side as his eyebrows raise when you meet his gaze. It makes your heart stutter as you swim closer to him. His tongue swipes across his lower lip as you approach, hands coming to rest by his side as he looks down at you, sinking down into the water so he's closer to you.

"I'm glad you came in with me," he whispers as he smiles softly down at you, almost nervous to break the silence in the air, "I know it's not easy," he takes a deep breath as he gently brings a hand down to touch your waist, "you look amazing though."

You let out a dismissive scoff and shake your head, turning to look off into the distance as you feels Schlatt's eyes stay locked on yours, "thanks," you whisper softly, not really believing it yourself.

You feel his large hand, surprisingly delicate, take a hold of your chin gently and turn your head to look back at him. His eyes stare down at you, soft and loving as you feel the warmth rush to your face as you gaze up at him, "I mean it, you're so beautiful."

He leans in closer, just a tiny bit, but it's enough to make the water ripple around you. His hand moves from your chin to cup your cheek gently, other hand moving under the water to hover over your outer thigh. You feel the water move and you let out a shaky breath, as you bring your hand down to touch his, gently pressing it into your skin. His large hand lays delicately on your thigh for a second, before pressing into the skin ever so slightly as his thumb rubs along your cheek, "you're the most stunning person I've ever seen."

The way he says it, so soft, so earnest, filled with love and unspoken words, makes you let out a shaky breathe you didn't realise you were holding as you move in closer to him. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his hand, basking in the feeling of his warmth, his hands on your thigh, soft breath hitting your lips.

You're so caught up in the feeling of each other that you hadn't even noticed the door slide open, or the sound of wet footsteps running towards the pool until a tidal wave of water wallops you and Schlatt as Tucker and Ted laugh manically when they resurface.

"Ever the good timing fellas," Schlatt mumbles, apologetic eyes drifting to you when you swim away from him.

You had made your escape the night before, clambing out of the pool into the dark, where you could secure a towel around you and bask in your safety under it's cover and sinking into the group inside to chat happily with your friends.

Now however, as the sun rose over the horizon, you found yourself looking over your body the same as yesterday. The scars on your thighs stuck out to you like a sore thumb, but you felt better today, more confident. No one would notice and if they did, they wouldn't care, you told yourself. At least Schlatt wouldn't care, he had your back.

"Here she is," Amy squeals excitedly from where she's lounging in the pool when she sees you coming, flopping off the floatie with an excited giggle as she pushes her sunnies up her face.

"And looking fucking fine as hell I might add," Schlatt says with a grin on his face as he walks out of the house behind you, just loud enough for you to hear, bottles of beer in his hand. You roll your eyes and scrunch up your nose as you steal a beer from his hand, walking over to join your friends in the pool.

The day goes on, the sun beaming down on everyone, and you find for the first time in a long while, you're able to forget about your body. Forget about the way you look and the things you hate about it and just exist. It's not perfect, but it's a start.

Schlatt watches from the window in the kitchen of the airbnb as you play with some beach ball someone found, passing it around to people as you grin happily. He just stares, beers he came in to get getting warm on the counter as he just stands there and watches you enjoy yourself. You look angelic; sunkissed and carefree, something he hasn't seen from you in a long time.

"You'll burn a hole through her head if you keep staring," Ted laughs as he walks into the kitchen behind Schlatt, putting the beers he got out back in the fridge and grabbing cool ones instead.

“Can you blame me man,” he says, not even trying to deny that he was staring, he's played this coy denial game when Ted's asked about his feelings for you for too long to care anymore, "she looks great in that bikini."

“That's what's making you act so clingy?” Ted asks as he stands next to Schlatt, taking a sip of his beer as he hands one to Schlatt. Schlatt just nods, watching the way you move as you jump up in the water to grab the beach ball.

Ted lets out a whistle as he watches too, "I can't blame you dude," he says as he takes a gulp of his drink and dodging away from the friendly punch he knows is coming, "she is pretty hot."

More people had trickled into the Airbnb for the rest of the afternoon, as the sun slowly began to set. People you didn't really recognise, friend of a friend kinda people that were just so LA, as Schlatt had said after escaping a conversation with some surfer looking dude and retreating back to your group.

Ted and Amy had been bouncing around the new people who've rocked up, you're not sure if they're their friends or if they're both just social like that, but you, Schlatt and Tucker had retreated to your safe little corner of the pool, to just chat happily.

“Come on you lot,” Ted says as he comes around the pool to your corner, “stop being antisocial.” He whisks you all over to a large group that has formed around a tiny, shitty little fire pit, where chairs had been pulled over to form little groups.

“Some fire,” Tucker scoffs as Ted forces you all to sit down next to him, with a few other people who are chatting to each other.

“The whole city will burn down if you even think of anything bigger,” you laugh as you eye the tiny fire pit, the light from it casting you in a warm glow as you feel the water on you begin to dry in it's slight heat.

Seeming to notice your precence suddenly, the rest of your new little groups introduces themselves and begin to join you in on their conversation. They're talking about some movie they worked on recently that Ted is fascinated by, and you smile and nod along to as you listen to their stories.

They're a very sweet group, you get to know them for a while as they chat, but they're not the most tactful. They had said some weird things already, that you can tell weren't meant to be mean, but just weren't thought through before they slipped out. Something about Tucker being a bad guy for joining the military, and Schlatt's accent making him sound uneducated or some shit. Stupid stuff that the guys shrugged off.

Something you couldn't shrug off though, were the looks they kept giving you. The not so subtle glances you'd catch when they'd look at you, eyes blatantly drifting down to your legs everytime you'd talk. Unlike yesterday, you couldn’t convince yourself this was in your head. This was happening right in front of you, obviously and without shame.

They kept doing it, just openly staring at the scars up your thighs whenever you talked, as if you were nothing more than a spectical to gawk at. You weren't sure if they were even listening, or if they only pretended they were so they could get another look to judge you.

You knew what would happen, the second you all left they'd start whispering, what happened to her? How did she get those scars? Just sitting there like that, out in the open?

You couldn't breathe proeprly, your chest getting tighter everytime you felt their eyes burning into your skin. Each time they'd turn to look at you it felt hotter and closer, as if they were silently telling more poeple to look. To turn and stare at the freak, to point and laugh at your scars. God it was so embarrassing. You felt disgusting.

"I'll be back," you blurt suddenly, interupting Tucker as you stand up, knocking your chair over in the process as you fumble to pick it up, throat feeling tight when more people look over at the comotion. You push your way through the group and book it into the house, finding the first room you can, luckily a bathroom and locking the door behind you.

You tear a towel off the hanger and wrap it around your waist to save yourself having to look at your scars anymore, hands shaking as you attempt to secure it. You grip the counter as much as you can as you double over, heaving chest attempting to breathe as you stare down at the sink, gasping. Your head feels like it's spinning, eyes struggling to focus on anything as you look up at the ceiling, panting and weezing as you try to calm yourself down.

The door handle jiggles and you choke back a gasp as you try to stay silent, short shallow gasps escaping your lips as you try not to choke. It jiggles again and you manage to cough out, "occupied."

“It's me,” Schlatt's concerned voice comes from the other side, "can I come in?”

You let our a choked breath as you reach blindly for the door, unlocking it and stepping back against the wall as Schlatt pushes the door open and steps inside, shutting it behind him.

You stare up at the ceiling, throat tightening more as you feel his concerned eyes on you, heaving to bring in a breath as you refuse to look at him. It's a heartbreaking sight, to watch you like this, watch your face scrunch up in pain as you struggle to breath. He reaches out a hand gently, hovering it just over your shoulder, "can I touch you?"

You nod urgently as you finally lower your gaze to look at him, sputtering as you feel the spit pool in your mouth as you cough and choke, doubling over as you try to calm yourself down.

"You're ok," he says softly, watching you with concerned eyes as he slowly lowers you to the ground, which you happily oblige, going to pull your knees up to your chest to sooth yourself before he stops you, "sit up straight if you can."

You follow his soft instructions as your brain throbs, hazy from the lack of oxygen you're taking in. You preen at his soft praise, "that's perfect, now breathe with me ok."

His voice shakes with nerves as he watches you struggle, hands gripping your shoulders firmly as he keeps his face infront of your eyes, taking a deep breath in and nodding as you attempt to follow. "Perfect, that's perfect."

He sits with you for a while, breathing with you through the panic attack until you can breathe on your own. He feels his own breathing return to normal when you slump your head back against the wall, eyes shutting from exhaustion as your chest begins to rise and fall in a steady pattern.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, looking at you with furrowed brows as he keeps his arms firmly on your shoulders. He doesn't wanna push you to talk if you're not ready, but he desperately wants to know what happened to make you feel this way.

"They were staring," you say, voice barely above a whisper as your face scrunches up as the painful burn of their gazes return to your skin.

His face morphs to one of realisation as he glances down at the towel around your waist, heart aching at the pain across your face, "shit, Y/N," he whispers as he pulls you into a tight hug. His strong arms wrap firmly around you, bringing you closely into his chest as he buries his face in your hair, rubbing your back when he feels you exhale a shaky breath into his chest. He just wants to keep you here, in his arms, where he can make sure you know how perfect you are.

"I know it won't help with how shit it feels," he whispers into your hair, "but seriously fuck them," he presses a gentle kiss to your head as he asks, "was it that lot we were sitting with?"

You just nod as you burry you head further into his chest, trying to escape the world. His arms tighten again around you and you feel your heartbeat in your ears as he holds you firmly against him. You barley make out what he says over the static in your brain as you melt against him, something about their personalities being faker than their teeth.

"At least you're fucking real," he says as he pulls away slightly, keeping his arms tight around your waist, "real and strong... and fucking perfect."

His words warm you up from the inside as you gaze up at him, sucking your lip between your teeth as your stomach flutters. You are real, and so is he. Right now, the feeling of his arms firmly around your waist is more real and more important to you than anything else outside this bathroom.

He watches you, eyes drifting down to your teeth as they chew in your lip, his thumb coming up to gently tug it free. Running the pad of his thumb across the smooth, soft skin of your lip he can't help the way his lips part, the way his breathing gets heavier as he takes in the sight of you, "so perfect," he whispers again as he leans in.

His thumb moves from your lips and is replaced with the soft warmth of his lips against yours, gently ghosting over yours, giving you a chance to pull away.

You pull your arms free from where they're sandwiched between you two and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You push your lips firmer against his, melting into the kiss as you push yourself against his.

Schlatt lets out a breath into your mouth he didn't realise he was holding, your lips moving against his as he poured all his love and devotion into the kiss. He wanted you to feel beautiful. To feel safe. To feel loved. He pulled you closer again, flush against his chest, sure you could feel his heart beat against yours as your lips moved in tandem. He felt the spark that everyone talks about, that spark that he always thought was some sappy shit, but right now feels so real.

You lift yourself onto your knees, kneeling with him so you're closer to his height, lips staying locked together. He was warm, and gentle, taking his time to move his lips against yours in a way that reminded you that he was here for you, nothing else. Just you, as you are. The towel shifts from your waist and drops down your legs a bit, leaving you in your bikini and him in his shorts, warm skin pressed against each other. His hand comes down to lay gently against your thigh, soft and gentle against the scars there, and you don't move, you don't flinch or shy away, instead, you lean into him more.

He pulls away panting softly, his hold firm and loving on you as he whispers against your lips, "you're so perfect."

For the first time in a long time you believe it.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SFW ABC LIST! W/ JSCHLATT.

author’s note: thank you so much, my love! i hope i did you proud with this one <3 we got a gender neutral reader here! we also have a ted nivison nsfw and sfw abc list coming soon 😼 reblogs & likes are always appreciated! remember, do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

A + AFFECTION —- how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s love languages are acts of service and quality time, i said what i said !! his affection always seems to revolve around those two, with the sprinkle of physical touch. he’ll tie your shoe laces when they come undone without a word. he’ll surprise you with a food and binge watch your favorite shows. he’ll take candid photos of you with the cameras he always carries. he’ll carry you with ease if you’re tired after walking too long. he’ll give you his phone without a worry as to why you want it. his actions say a lot more than he could ever express with words.

B + BEST FRIEND —- what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

⠀⠀⠀⠀the friendship definitely forms through social media and from the beginning he’d be a pain in the ass. from spamming your phone at late hours with videos or teasing you about literally anything you do, especially if you’re a content creator. he’s definitely someone you can rely on during tough times and someone you can immediately go to when things don’t work out; he’ll be nice enough to offer solutions before comforting you.

C + CUDDLE —- do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt is a huge cuddler! though it took him a while to actually admit and accept it, he physically melts when he’s in your arms. he feels very natural spooning you, but he would never put up a fight to be cuddled by you. whether he’s lying on top of you with his head in your neck or chest or being a little spoon, he’ll have a goofy look on his face.

D + DOMESTIC —- they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt being the classic american he is, does see himself settling down at some point. he doesn’t cook five star meals and has hired people to clean before, but he will step up his game for you if he sees a future with you. you’ll see him put more effort in grocery shopping with you, cleaning up the dishes if you cooked, accidentally getting on cleantok because he searched up helpful tips on cleaning.

E + ENDING —- if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a very serious man about stuff like this, but he’d be blunt about it. he wouldn’t drag things on or sugarcoat anything, he’d cut straight to the point and just say what he’s already decided. it would be in the bedroom or living room where he can sit and properly look at you. he’d talk about how he came to the decision, what he’s feeling and apologize for doing it, but not feeling very sorry about it because ultimately it’s how he feels.

F + FIANCE(E) —- how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt is definitely someone who wants to take a relationship slow, he won’t put a ring on your finger in a year of being together. no longer than five years, but no earlier than two years for sure! something about him just gives off a very natural vibe, one where he kinda just lets everything fall into place on their own.

G + GENTLE —- how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

⠀⠀⠀⠀naturally with you, he’s very gentle with his physical touch. brushing your hair? he’s doing his best to not tug too harshly on the strands, kissing and whispering against your head if he accidentally hurt you. helping you with chores? he’ll roll up your sleeves or help you put your hair back. he’ll smooth over your clothes with soft hands in public without saying a word. often placing both of his palms against your cheeks to pucker up your lips, ready to place a lingering kiss.

⠀⠀⠀⠀emotionally, he tries his best to help you understand him. he knows how he is with communication and emotional intelligence, something he’s gotten better at since meeting you. though most of his emotions when it comes to you are always positive, there are moments where they aren’t; during those times, he still won’t take it out on you because he values your own wellbeing.

H + HUGS —- do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

⠀⠀⠀⠀i KNOW his hugs are the best thing in the world. with how big and broad he is, his body would wrap around yours just perfectly, like it was meant to be held by him. i can actually see him holding you very often in the privacy of your home, his arms lazily wrapped around your waist all the time like they’re glued there. when he’s talking to you, nine times out of ten, he’s all up in your space with a hug.

I + I LOVE YOU —- how fast do they say the L-word?

⠀⠀⠀⠀seeing as how it takes him a while to process and fully understand his emotions, he would definitely take his time with saying the l-word. he would feel it early in the relationship, but would overthink how you actually feel so he’d hold off on saying it for months. he might actually wait until he feels like you guys have reached a serious point in the relationship, but would still end up saying it in a very comfortable environment. maybe snuggled up on the couch watching a movie or getting ready to go out.

J + JEALOUSY —- how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

⠀⠀⠀⠀with feelings like his, he doesn’t always get jealous because normally you’re very quick to never let anything get to a point where it would make him jealous. but! let’s say he does get jealous for whatever reason, he doesn’t blame you ever. he’ll get a very strong urge to be possessive, give you a big kiss and grope you no matter if you’re in public. there are times where he just kind of wallows and gets quiet, feeling this ugly weight on his chest that doesn’t go away until you’ve given him enough kisses to get his mind off it.

K + KISSES —- what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s kisses are always very sweet but firm, just like his love for you! his favorite place to kiss you is your forehead, the habit coming natural to him because of his cats. he seemingly enjoys whenever you press a kiss against his cheek, especially near his chops. there are times in public or for filming purposes when he tends to get a little vulgar with his kisses just to fluster you. on plenty occasions, he’ll open mouth kiss you and hold you tight against him so you won’t move.. those would be my favorite idk about you guys.

L + LITTLE ONES —- how are they around children?

⠀⠀⠀⠀we have all seen how he acts around children, the man is a complete natural when it comes to kids. he’s very gentle, knows how to keep them entertained & is more than capable of keeping up with their attention span. i can definitely see him getting baby fever really bad, but it being cut short if he sees their boogers or something </3

M + MORNINGS —- how are mornings spent with them?

⠀⠀⠀⠀i am a firm believer that he likes to hit the snooze button as many times as he can, always trying to get those last few minutes of sleep in. he’ll hold on tight to you if you like to get up earlier than him, he refuses to let you go so you really have to beg him. his rosy cheeks and sleepy eyes never fail to lure you back in to the cozy bed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀once he’s gotten in those few minutes, he still won’t actually leave the bed until his tired mind realizes you’ve actually left, then he’s quick to get up to find you. mornings are usually when he’s the most clingy, having the tendency of rest his entire body on you even when you’re busy doing something. cooking breakfast? he’s got his arms around you, back flush against his chest as he mumbles into your hair that you should come back to bed. doing work? he’s sitting on the floor beside you so he’s at perfect height to rest his head on your lap.

N + NIGHTS —- how are nights spent with them?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt likes to unwind before bed, what he prefers? watching you from bed as you prepare yourself for the night. attentive eyes memorizing your skincare routine, resting against the headboard as you walk around the room. sometimes when he’s missed you throughout the day, he’ll stand right behind you in the mirror and help you apply everything. holding your hair back rather than letting you tie it up, cleaning up your arms when the water dribbles down them, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀when you guys finally end up in bed, there’s quiet mumbles against each other’s skin in the darkness. the final whispers of the other’s day and how it went, what the plans are for tomorrow. i don’t see him taking up too much space on the bed in terms of moving, he prefers to keep himself wrapped around your body and just stays there throughout the night; shifting to your body movement in his slumber.

O + OPEN —- how would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

⠀⠀⠀⠀privacy is something he values greatly, though he makes connections with people quickly, it takes him a while to reveal personal information. he doesn’t say anything until he truly believes he can trust you, then he’ll become more vulnerable. you’ll take note that he begins to share childhood stories, how he’s feeling mentally, his plans for the future, etc.

P + PATIENCE —- how easily angered are they?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s online persona makes it seem like he would be quick to be angry, but i can see him being very patient. depending on the situation, how you guys got here & what the topic is about — he’ll be more calm on trying to have an adult conversation to work past things. however, during the rare moments where he’s more upset, he still wouldn’t dare yell at you, he’ll shut down instead after a couple minutes of arguing. he’s more firm than anything, trying to understand your feelings and thoughts, but if the conversation is leading you guys nowhere; he offers to take a walk with him in silence to gather your thoughts.

Q + QUIZZES —- how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

⠀⠀⠀⠀you would never guess he actually captures everything you tell him, but he has a very good memory! he’s always bringing up things that you had completely forgot you mentioned to him, like the one shampoo you told him you wanted to try months ago or the new restaurant you wanted to check out once it opened. looking through his notes on his phone, he has quick texts to himself of things you’ve recently mentioned or things he has on his to-do list like buy your cart on the website you’ve had opened for weeks.

R + REMEMBER —- what is their favorite moment in your relationship?

⠀⠀⠀⠀meeting his family is the first memory that comes to mind, being such an important milestone in your relationship that went flawlessly. his parents having loved you the second they opened the door, it warms his heart knowing how quickly you made such a special connection with his parents. he’ll be on the phone with his mother when she suddenly interrupts him asking if you’ve eaten for the day.

S + SECURITY —- how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt can actually be very protective over you, especially if you guys are at an event or around other content creators. of course, he lets you go off on your own to socialize, but he’ll always remain in eyesight to keep a close eye on your surroundings. in public, he likes to keep things minimal by keeping an arm around your shoulder, your arm wrapped around his or his hand on your lower back.

⠀⠀⠀⠀though physical violence would never be his first choice, he can definitely get rowdy if someone is taking things too far. if someone came up to you, being very persistent on taking you home with them, he’s intervene by giving them a “what the fuck are you doing?” look followed by a “they’re not interested, bro.” but if they continued to follow after you is when he’ll lightly shove them away. he does not play about your safety.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he, however, can take care of himself, but wouldn’t mind too much if you defended him. he’d be next to you with a smug look on his face as you spoke, almost proud that you have the courage to speak up for him.

T + TRY —- how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he likes to make everything very sentimental rather than go big for everything. he knows you like the back of his hand, so his gifts are always something he knows you’ve love & use every day. the effort he puts into special occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, etc usually means a romantic meal at a fancy jazz restaurant/bar followed by a breathtaking view at an expensive hotel where the gifts are given. he tries his best to always put in sentimental value into everything he does, i am a acts of service schlatt truther!!!

U + UGLY —- what would be some bad habits of theirs?

⠀⠀⠀⠀there are times when he shuts down, whether it be from overworking himself, feeling overwhelmed with his work or feeling like he’s not doing enough. he won’t talk to anyone and just kind of brushes off your questions, a habit only he can take himself out of until he’s ready to talk. he can also get very defensive about his feelings, he sometimes can’t properly explain how he feels because he lacks the words to express himself, which leads him to feeling frustrated.

V + VANITY —- how concerned are they with their looks?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt has said time and time again he doesn’t really do anything to himself. no cologne, no skincare, nothing to actually maintain an appearance aside from haircuts. he genuinely doesn’t care about any of that, which ultimately makes him more attractive that he just wakes up like that. you will always whine to him about how soft his hair or skin is without any effort on his side, just for him to laugh in your face.

W + WHOLE —- would they feel incomplete without you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀incomplete is a very strong word for someone as independent as him. he finds value in himself, knows who he is as a person and has been more than content with being by himself, but if he lost you? he’d miss you immensely, always being in a state of reminiscing what you usually did around the house, yearning for your presence. of course it would take him some time to get over it, to return how he was before, but there will always be a part of him that believes you took a piece of him he will never get back.

X + XTRA —- a random headcanon for them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the man often carries something of yours. hair ties on his wrist or in his car, your favorite chapstick in his pockets, a polaroid in his wallet, a comfy pair of shoes and one of his old sweaters for you to change into in his trunk, your playlist ready to play on aux, a trinket (sonny angel, calico critter, etc) you’ve gifted him that he carries on his keys. you’re everywhere and he likes it that way.

Y + YUCK —- what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt wouldn’t want to be with someone who has to share their business with everyone. he’s a very private person, so i can imagine him being upset if he had a partner that was constantly telling the world about their arguments or personal information he himself would never put out there. it’s fine if someone is talkative and loves to share, just as long as it’s not going to affect him or the relationship personally. telling your best friend about your recent argument is one thing, telling an entire audience or his closest friends about it is another thing.

Z + ZZZ —- what is a sleep habits of theirs?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s body will always find yours. he physically cannot sleep if you’re not snuggled up beside him. if he can’t feel you in his sleep, he’s immediately waking up. if you turn in your sleep, so is he, somehow finding comfortable positions with you while you’re both in mimi land.

[ohbabydollie]

could you perhaps write how “mutual break up” schlatt and his girl actually broke up??? 🫶 love your writing!!

“it’s over” you mumble softly, looking at the ground, “I can’t, I can’t keep doing this Schlatt, I mean I love you-“ you look up at him, the eyes that were normally so tender and full of love, now almost broken.

The face you had spend all those years loving, almost feels unrecognizable, never once had you seen his face the same way you see it now.

It’s almost like looking at a stranger, but you know he isn’t. He’s is, well was, your boyfriend, the boyfriend you had wanted a future with, the one you had been willing to leave everything behind for.

It was almost like you didn’t know who you were looking at anymore.

Because that’s what it felt like.

You don’t know Schlatt anymore, just like he doesn’t know you anymore, not like how he used to.

Not how he did before you started dating, before when you were friends and before that, when he was the annoying guy sitting next to you in math.

Not how whenever he said some remark about you, you’d spit it back and make him go quiet.

How you threw pieces of your old eraser at him when he would hand you random notes and how one of them changed the course of your life forever.

lunch?

Scribbled in his messy and quick handwriting, almost illegible with the little boxes underneath.

yes

of course

definitely

The little frown on his face when you had written your own answer before quickly handing it back to him with a smug smile.

absolutely

You’ve never seen someone show so much joy other than Schlatt and every moment he had spent with you.

Now it feels bittersweet looking at his face, looking at all those years of love gone because of a few remarks you couldn’t handle.

A small sob leaves your lips.

“I love you so much” you mumble, “but I can’t keep dealing with this, it’s-“ you sob again, begging as you look at him, hoping he understands.

He doesn’t say anything, instead stepping closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

It reminds you of the first time he kissed you.

It only makes you want to cry harder as you press your lips against him, parting to let out a sob before you kiss him again.

This time he lets out a sob and holds you close, as close as he can almost like he wants to fade into you, become one but is stopped by the cruelty of his human body.

He looks at you, sniffling softly, “I understand” he manages to mumble before kissing you softly.

You hold his face tenderly, sniffling through the kiss.

You both part before leaning onto his shoulder, crying softly as you realize it’s over.

All those years are over.

Nothings ever going to be the same, ever.

Your Schlatt isn’t your Schlatt anymore, he can be someone else’s now.

He isn’t yours anymore.

And you aren’t his anymore.

I got a little sad writing this

[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.

[criswritessometimes]

song sparrow

content - reader runs into schlatt at twitchcon

author's note // wooo! bluejay part 2! i highly recommend reading bluejay if you haven't to understand the context.

california was a good new start for you. you needed to get out of new york after, well, the breakup. you had made a new community on the west coast, not to forget one of your best friends, ted! he was the one that helped you the most after your breakup with schlatt, you never asked him to, but he more than happily offered his support while you were getting back on your feet emotionally. earlier in the week, you got an email inviting you to twitchcon. you scan the email and are about to click the attend button, but your thumb is hovering over it for a while, a little longer than it usually would. you sign, turn your phone off, and set it down, thinking for a little while more before you make the decision

it’s a few days later, and you still don’t know if you’re going to go. as you’re editing a new video with ted in it, your phone starts buzzing. taking off your headphones and turning the screen over, you see ted’s face on your screen, “hey, what’s up.” you greet. “are you going?” he opens with. “wow, that’s one way to say hi. umm, i’m not sure.” you answer his question. “ok, well hi. so, are you going to twitchcon?” ted asks again. you rub your hand over your forehead, schlatt had started streaming again, and you were worried you would run into him. ted answers this question for you, “he hates california, you know that right? he would tell me about his distain everytime h would come out to visit.” “yeah i know,” you mutter, “ugh fine i'll go.” “yay!!” ted cheers from the other line, “we’ll have fun! we can hang out for the whole day.” “ted, we do that to begin with.” you laugh a little, reminding him. “yeah but like we’ll have lanyards on this time,” he adds. you chuckle at his comment, feeling some stress leave your body.

today was the day. the plan was for you to pick up ted and then drive to san diego, getting there around 11am. with both of your track records, being late was always an option. the car ride there was fine; yeah, there was traffic leaving LA, but there always was, no matter what time you left. 

after getting checked in and getting the lanyard, you and ted walked around the floor with a few other creator friends to see what twitchcon had in store for you this year. you hear a loud, boisterous laugh from across the hall, and you turn to your head and see where it came from. it’s him. you see schlatt catching up with charlie about 20 feet away. there’s a drop in your stomach as your eyes go wide. you never thought you would see him again, let alone here. ted looks to his right and sees you’re not beside him anymore. he looks behind him, sees you stuck, and sees schlatt and charlie talking. ted walks over to you, slowly turning your body to help you keep walking. he puts an arm over your shoulder and leads you to the most private area he can find. once there, he holds your hand gently to look up at him. “i’m right here ok?” he gently says. you nod slightly, still looking around to see if he noticed you. your arms wrap around ted to try and ground yourself with him. you pull away after a few seconds, “i just didn’t know he was gonna be here.” “he never texted me about it.” ted says, pulling his phone out to double-check his texts. you know they were friends, and you didnt want to create a riff between them by telling ted about all the complexits of your relationship. all you tld him was that he broke up with you because he was worried something bad was going to happen if it was revealed that you two were dating. “we can go home if you want.” ted offers. you shake your head, “no, i still wanna have a good time.” “ok i’ll make a deal with you,” ted starts, “we’ll go over and say hi, then we’ll go over to the other side of the convention hall.” you shake your head, “yeah that sounds fine.” ted leads you back to the group. he sees schlatt and charlie have joined in. ted goes over to schlatt to give him a big hug; you forget the last time ted told you he saw him, so it made sense, as you were talking to charlie. “wow they really let anyone in here.” he jokes as he hugs you. you reciprocate and bite back, “yeah i could say the same thing.” he laughs at your joke and continues with the pleasantries of ‘how have you been,’ ‘what projects do you have on the docket,’ ‘do you want to join me on this project,’ all of that. you really do try and focus on charlie and talking with him, but you keep getting distracted by hearing schlatt’s voice. “hey, you ok?” charlie asks, stepping closer to you. “um yeah, i’m good. i just haven't seen schlatt in a while, and it’s just weird to see him at a convention.” you explain. charlie’s eyes shoot up in suprise, “you and schlatt know own each other?” “ummmm,” you inhale, “umm yeah, we used to hang out in new york a few times a year together. we just had a feeling there would be dating rumors if we were seen in a video together so we were never able to collab.” it felt wrong lying to charlie, but you didn’t need to air out your whole relationship on the floor of twitchcon, time and place, yknow?

you and charlie continue to talk until he’s pulled away for a panel, and you’re left alone with schlatt and ted. schlatt is talking to ted as he notices you, “oh my god, hey (y/n) i didn’t get to say hi to you yet.” there was a light in his eyes you didn’t notice until it had come back. you offer him a polite smile, “hey yeah, i’m surprised to see you in california, i thought you hated it here?” “yeah, well.” he brushes it off. there’s a pause between the three of you. you knew ted wasn't going to chime in, so you do. “have you been keeping well?” you speak up. “um yeah, i was able to find a new routine.” you smile again, “that’s awesome, i’m glad you were able to.” all you can think about the thursday after your break up. 

“you kept me on a easy schedule, i knew what i was doing everyday.” 

you continue to nod along, the phase continuing in your mind. you weren’t sure if you still loved him, but damn if you didn't want the best for him. ted looks over at you and can tell you’re holding back talking honestly, so he finds a way to remove himself, “i’m gonna go get a bottle of water, (y/n), schlatt, you guys want anything?” “yeah, some water would be nice.” you answer. “i’m good, man, thanks.” schlatt tells him. ted nods and then leaves your area. 

“can we talk?” he speaks first. “about what? you broke up with me, jay.” you reply. “i know, and it was a rash decision i made. i’m sorry,” schlatt says, taking a pause before his last statement. “i appreciate it, but could we not so the whole ‘make-up-talk-about-our-relationship' stuff here?” you ask, looking around for whoever might be listening to you. “of course, i want to move at our pace. do you want to get dinner and talk tonight?” he says, then follows it with, “i realize that sounds like a date, i promise it’s not.” you chuckle a little, endeared that he was still nervous in front of you. “yeah sure schlatt, i’ll text you a place later in the day.” you say, a calmness coming over you. “great, i’ll see you later. have a fun time with ted.” he gives you a little nod and then walks into the crowd. you stand there for a few seconds before ted is coming over to you. “hey everything go ok?” he asks, “i saw you guys talking then schlatt walking away.” “yeah, we’re al good,” you take the bottle of water from him, crack it open, then take a sip, “we’re getting dinner later tonight to talk, actually.” “oh?” ted replies.

[gummysharklover]

TOLERATE IT !

summary: ᯓ˚࿔ song number 43; based off the song tolerate it by taylor swift

notes: ᯓ˚࿔ angst D: ᯓ˚࿔ hey pookies... long time no c ᯓ˚࿔ no use of y/n ᯓ˚࿔ not proofread!

wc: ᯓ˚࿔ 479

i wait by the door like i'm just a kid use my best colors for your portrait lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it

You set the dining room table with painstaking care, meticulously draping the cream-colored cloth over the dark stained wood. You bought his favorite wine, and your hand shakes ever so slightly as you pour it into the elegant glasses. As you position the placemats, music softly hums in the background, filling the silence that has become all too familiar in your big house.

Standing in the kitchen doorway, you fidget with the hem of your sweater as you glance at the clock for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. Schlatt's late—again. But you harshly brush the thought aside with a forced smile as you hear his keys jingle outside.

Your heart flickers with hope as he walks in, but it's crushed as he walks past you, leaving a trail of apathy as he retreats to the bedroom. Your shoulders hunch as you walk to the room, and you try to be as quiet as possible as you rasp on the door.

"I made dinner," You whisper.

"Comin'," He responds.

Half an hour passes before he lumbers out. You both cringe at the loud screech the chair makes against your wood floors as Schlatt pulls out his chair.

"How was work?" You ask with your head bowed, picking at your food.

"Same old," He mutters, and you can see the exhaustion pooling in his frown lines.

You hum, nodding your head.

Schlatt looks up at you with an unreadable expression, "Thank you for dinner. You didn't have to go through the trouble."

Your heart squeezes, and the all too familiar feeling of dread settles in your stomach, "It wasn't trouble—at all."

And it makes you wonder if this would be trouble to him—if making a nice dinner, thoughtfully setting the table, picking up a bottle of your favorite wine, would be nothing but an inconvenience. The mere thought makes your heart knot with anxiety.

You can't sleep, and your eyes water as you watch Schlatt sleep on his side. His chest expands with each breath he takes in his sleep, and you question how he can rest so easily—so peacefully. Because you sit here, basking in sorrow, unable to doze off, and it's all because of him. All because you notice the little things. You notice how he no longer engages with you the way he used to—how you rarely see that bright smile of his. You notice how quiet he is—how he doesn't laugh like he used to. You notice how he turns away from you in his sleep, no longer holding you until he can't.

You cling to the hope that you're simply imagining this growing distance, that he'll softly declare his continued adoration for you, and that all this was due to some external factor—that he isn't falling out of love. You know he won't. So you sit in silence, watching him simply tolerate it.

thank u for reading <333, please reblog if you enjoyed! it means a lot to me :D

[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.

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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

[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."

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered pt. 2

sub!Schlatt x fem!reader Summary: Schlatt and reader go on their date and is desperate to take anything you'll give him, even if it's just a torturous footjob under the table and a denied orgasm. Warnings: swearing, public sex, m!masturbation, fantasising, footjob, kinds cbt, heel kink? Schlatt's a bit of a perv A/N: Part 2 of this! There will be a part 3 soon cause I write too much Lovely ppl who were interested in pt 2: @sleepdepr1v3d @olive823 @invadermeweatsshart @lilalovesmotley @imgayandvoreethatsall @imsotiredrnlol @schlattslonghairytoes @the-slimebox @nagisasugino

You look like a vision, an angel sent from heaven, to torture Schlatt personally. You brush your hair off your shoulder, smiling back at the cab driver, nodding a polite thanks while you swing your legs out, heels hitting the sidewalk. You straighten out your dress as you stand, fixing the top slightly where it slid down, covering back up the red lace below it. The black, satin dress falls long down your legs, hugging your hips and waist as you twist them gently to smooth out the fabric.

Schlatt pushes off the wall he had been leaning on, waiting for you, and moves through the crowd of people littering the sidewalk to get to you, bumping into a few people as he does so.

"Y/N," he calls out, cursing himself at the way his voice shakes with nerves as he gets your attention. You turn and beam up at him and he feels his anxiety melt away when he sees your pretty smile, making his way towards you.

You smile, wide and happy when he gets close to you, "hi Jay," you breathe against his neck as you pull him down for a hug, "you look so nice." He had gotten himself a bit dressed up, wanting desperately to impress you. Nice tan, corduroy jacket, his one pair of good black jeans, forgoing the hat for the rare time he's willing to use some hair product. "You look so good when you try," you say as you pull away, keeping your hands on his shoulders as you scan him up and down, "even when you don't try," you say as you grin at him, giving him a sly wink and a coy shrug.

His heart flutters in his chest as he mumbles out a stuttered thanks, both shrinking under your gaze and inflating with pride at your compliment. He tries desperately to find the words to say how gorgeous you look, but you're taking his hand in yours, wrapping your small hand around his as you lead him into the restaurant, and he can't think of anything at all right now.

He just follows, trying to ignore the way your soft palm feels against him, the way your heels click on the tiles as you enter the building, the way your ass sways gently, hugged by your dress.

"Do you have a reservation?" the man at the host stand asks, flipping through his book of names, doing an almost cartoon double take when he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

Schlatt shy's away from you a bit when he sees the way the man is eying you, he's not one to feel shy like this usually but he can't but feel like he doesn't deserve to be standing next to a goddess like you in this moment. You take note, giving him a reassuring smile as you give the man your name, pulling Schlatt closer to you as you rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

He feels pathetic for the way his cock twitches in his jeans at the gesture. He has to bite his lip to stop the giddy laugh that he feels bubbling in the back of his throat. He doesn't know how you manage to make him feel every emotion at the same time but it becomes so overwhelming sometimes he just wants to laugh.

You turn and smile at him as you lean against the greeter's stand, he feels like the entire room has vanished around him as he smiles back. In a moment of boldness that he can't quite place, he shifts his hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, letting out a sigh of relief when you give his hand another gentle squeeze.

"Your table's not quite ready," the man says, eyes darting down to your chest as you roll your eyes subtly, "just take a seat over there." He points you and Schlatt over to one of the couches near the door, when you sit down and wait for your table to be ready.

It's only when you sit down, crossing one leg over the other that he notices the slit in your dress. He stumbles as he sits next to you, almost missing the seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the exposed skin of your thigh. It would be so easy to pull you up in his arms, hold you against him as he runs his palms along your soft skin, he feels his mouth water as he clenches his fist at his side.

He hears the sharp click of your manicured fingers as you snap playfully at him, moving your hand up towards your face as his gaze follows, locked on your fingers, until he's met with your surprised expression. He feels like a dog, a pet who's obeying your command, looking where you tell him too, as your expression turns to a knowing smirk. He looks away flustered, shifting to try to adjust his hard cock in his pants, feeling his stomach clench with need when he hears your seductive laugh next to him.

You don't even need to say anything and he's already whipped.

You take mercy on him when you see how genuinely flustered he is, feeling the warmth grow in your chest as you see the effect you have on him. Your little game is fun, makes you insanely wet every time you manage to get him like this, but you can't help but feel a little bad.

That second of mercy you're willing to grant him vanishes when you see his tongue dart out to wet his lips as his gaze drifts to your chest. Yeah fuck it, you think, this is too fun.

"How've you been since you were in LA?" you ask politely, hand running down your stomach as you smooth out the fabric, smiling up at him as you watch him swallow hard. His Adam's apple bobs as he tries desperately to keep his gaze respectful, all while your only thought is how satisfying it would be to sink your teeth into the side of his neck, leave him with a real pretty mark he'll be unable to hide.

"I-I've been good," he replies, wiping his palms on his jeans as his control falters and his eyes snap down briefly to watch your hand run down the fabric of your dress that covers your stomach, "same old, same old."

You smile at his mumble and nod, chewing your lip briefly before you continue, "that's good, I'm glad," your hand continues it's movement down your body, adjusting the fabric of your dress at your sides, "I love when you guys all get out to film the podcast but I miss getting you alone."

"Really?" he asks, eyes snapping up to your face watching you in surprised awe when you tell him that.

You smile up at him, eyes snapping down to your hand as it makes it's way to the exposed skin of your thigh. You feel your panties get damp as you watch his eyes leave your face and follow your hand, his eyes intense and desperate as he mentally undresses you. Dragging teasingly down your leg as you bend over slightly, pushing your chest out slightly as you smile up at him sweetly, adjusting the strap of your heel. "Of course," you say, "you're my favourite after all."

His eyes are stuck on your hand, watching as your delicate fingers undo the thin strap of your heel, buckling it with practiced ease. He can't help the way his lips part slightly, breathing getting heavier as he admires your hands, pretty red nails a stark contrast against the black heels, matching the lace he got a glimpse of under your dress. He wants to see them wrapped around his cock, blood red nails wrapped around his aching length as you work him up and down. He feels his cock twitch as he imagines how good your soft hands would feel, slick with spit, wrapped tightly around him, covered in his cum if you let him finish. God he'd beg you to let him finish.

You make your way to your table when it's ready, walking through the large expanse of tables in the restaurant towards the back, up a set of stairs that winds up to a second floor. It's quieter up there, soft piano music playing in the warmly lit room, emerald green velvet booths tucking each of the few tables away privately. Only one other table is occupied, an elderly couple who smile politely when you both pass, their plates nearly empty as they eat.

"I'll bring a water for your table," your waitress says as you sit down in the booth, Schlatt sliding in opposite you eyes never leaving yours, "please feel free to look at the menu's in the meantime."

You say thanks, giving her a polite nod and picking up your menu, and scanning over your options. Schlatt keeps his eyes locked on you, watching you as you read the menu, face drawn in concentration. He admires the way your mouth moves subconsciously as you read, mouthing the words to yourself as you go, the small line in between your drawn in eyebrows that he desperately wants to reach over and run his thumb along. The dim lighting of the low hanging bulb above you casts your face in shadow as you read, hair falling in front of your face as your eyes scan the page. He feels his breath hitch when you look up at him, eyebrows raised in question, eyes wide as you gaze up at him as he stares at you.

"Y/N," he breathes as he gazes at you, watching your expression soften as your hand shifts on the table, his own hand moving towards yours, "I-"

He jumps away from the table slightly when the waitress seemingly materialises out of thin air, shrinking embarrassingly as he hears her laugh at his surprise. She sets the water down on the table pulling out her notepad as she asks for your order.

"I'll get a glass of your house red and your fettuccine carbonara," you say, smiling up at her as you fold up your menu, "and he'll get a rib eye, medium rare and... do you have diet root beer?" she shakes her head, "just a root beer then."

He stares at you in awe as you reach over and take his menu from his stunned hand, handing them to the waitress with a sweet smile before turning back to him, "I hope that sounds ok."

He just nods dumbly, brain struggling to fire back up as he watches the easy confidence you project as you lean back in your chair, taking a sip from your glass of water. "I couldn't have gotten a beer?" he asks as he forces a choked chuckle out.

You shake your head as you smile against your glass, lowering it from your lips to reveal the red stain left around the rim, "I need you totally sober for me tonight."

"Holy fuck," he moans as his hand pumps his cock, holding the door to the small bathroom shut as he leans against the sink, grip desperate as he works himself quickly. Dear god he needs you to tell him what to do like that, he'd follow blindly your every demand if it means you'd smile prettily like that down at him, he'd do anything you ask.

Your red lips and the stain you left on your glass are imprinted on his mind. He wants to be able to look down and see the soft red prints of your lips staining his body, wake up and see them staring back at him in the mirror as a reminder of you, how good he knows you'd feel.

He's finishing quickly, embarrassingly so, ropes of cum shooting up his body as he fumbles to pull his shirt out of the way so he doesn't stain it. Leaning back against the sink he pants as his grip on his cock remains tight, stroking himself as his orgasm racks his body enough to make his legs shake.

"You took a while," you taunt as you smirk at him when he walks back out from the bathroom, back towards the table, "you ok?"

His face flushes red as he nods, sliding back into the booth as he fiddles with his napkin, avoiding your intense gaze. He knows he's not being subtle, fidgeting with his belt as his sensitive cock twitches in his jeans, breathing growing heavier under your stare. You're staring a hole through him, he knows you know what he's just done, how desperate he is for you.

"Do you often go run off in the middle of a date?" you smirk, biting your lip as you watch his blush deepen as he attempts to stutter out a clarification for his confusion at your words. "what? you don't think this is a date?" you ask sweetly, foot sliding across the floor to rest against his as you lean against your hands, stare unwavering as he fumbles to find his words.

"I-I didn't - I - I mean I," he fumbles out, hands clenched tightly in his lap as he finally turns to meet your stare, breath hitching at the domineering look in your eyes.

"Surely you can tell by now," you purr as you let your food slide up his leg, heel pressing gently against his calf, "how badly I want you."

His cock twitches to life again at your words, breathing heavy as he feels the pressure of your foot against his leg. He feels himself twitch in his pants at your admission, precum leaking from his tip again as he strains painfully against his pants, shifting in his seat to alleviate the pressure.

"I know you want me too," you continue, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you yourself shift in your seat, feeling your panties flood with arousal as you watch him squirm, "you're not very subtle."

He mumbles out an apology as he reaches for his glass, trying to distract himself from the pressure that is travelling up his leg. He lets out a sharp gasp before he can stop himself as he feels the sharp toe of your stiletto dig into his thigh as he attempts to drink, hands shaky as he tries to stop the liquid spilling out as he trembles. He inhales sharply, when he feels you apply pressure to his inner thigh, bringing the glass up to his lip to distract himself from the way his cock throbs painfully.

He watches you across the table, biting your lip as you watch him squirm, a soft whimper escaping his lips when he feels you press down harder, shifting your foot closer to his bulge, heat rising to his face as he flushes embarrassedly. He gulps down the saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you, feeling his breath stutter as he sees the devilish grin spread across your face. Fuck please, he silently begs, willing you to touch him, even if it's just your heel against his bulge, he needs it.

The moan he lets out is downright pathetic when he feels you finally press your heel against his bulge, dropping his head to watch your foot in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. He's panting now, loud in the near silent room as he watches you work your heel against him. You work your heal against him, applying gentle pressure, working your foot along his length from base to tip before retracting it for a second, watching as his breath stutters before starting again.

He's watching your foot move against his bulge, trying desperately to control his moans as he feels the pressure against his cock, your shiny black heel working against his body, using him as he sits there and takes it. He tries so hard to be quiet, to keep his moans quiet as he feels the drool pool in his mouth as he watches you work him, he so desperately wants to hear you praise him for behaving. But he can't help the moan that rips from his mouth when you work your foot harder against him, the mix of pain and pleasure making him twitch in his pants as he clamps a hand over his mouth before he can moan again.

"God this is pathetic," you laugh as you press your shoe into his bulge, no longer working his shaft, just pressing your foot in as you watch his lips part, "moaning like this in public? Someone will see you know?"

"I don't care," he pants, hand going down to grip your heel desperately needing to feel your skin against his hand.

"You don't care? You want someone to see you humping my foot like a fucking dog?"

He hadn't even realised you had stopped moving, his grip on your heel tight as he ruts his hips against you, desperate to feel your heel move against his aching cock. He lets out another broken moan as he feels anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach before being swallowed by the burning need he's been feeling for months now.

You pull your foot out of his grasp, running your tongue along the inside of your cheek when you hear his desperate pleas as his hand chases your body under the table, "take it out for me."

"What?" he asks, eyes snapping up to yours, wide in surprise when he sees the mocking glare on your face.

"You heard me, take it out."

He swallows hard when he hears the small thud of your shoe hitting the floor, as he flounders to find his words, "here?"

Your now bare foot finds his bulge again, pressing down harshly as you raise your eyebrows at him, "I wasn’t asking."

He fumbles with his belt before he can let his brain catch up, moving on autopilot at your demand as he undo the buckle and shoves it away. His shaky hands fumble with his zip, desperate to fulfill your request as he pulls his briefs down slightly, letting his aching cock spring up and hit his stomach. He sighs in relief, the sigh turning into a desperate moan when the cold, smooth skin of the bottom of your foot presses against his cock, hunching over to watch you move.

He's hard and big against your sole, you can't see him but you can feel how big he is already, skin smooth and slick with precum as you press firmly against it. You feel him twitch against you, biting your own lip as you hold back a soft moan as you watch him. Your cunt drips as you eye him, watching him try to hold back his moans at the feeling of your foot, lips parted and swollen from where he's been biting them, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

You can't help yourself, he looks too good like this, moaning and writhing under your control to pass up the opportunity. Your hand snakes down between your legs, shifting your dress to the side and snaking into your panties. You work his cock, feeling his precum dribbling down his tip onto your foot as you feel your own juices coat your fingers as you work them between your folds.

He hears a soft moan fall from your lips, eyes snapping up immediately to yours as he watches you stare at him, your own lips parted from pleasure as you work yourself under the table. His cock twitches desperately as he mumbles out a silent plea of your name, watching you bite back your own whimper as you press harder against him again. He so badly wants to work his fingers inside you, he doesn't give a damn who could see. He'd sink to his knees right now and crawl under the table if you demanded, gripping you tightly as he works his thick digits into your pretty cunt. Fuck he knows you have the prettiest cunt.

He drops his head down against the table, unable to handle the pleasure anymore as he feels his stomach clench, warms burning as he pulses. He fumbles desperately when he feels your foot leave his, flushed face looking up at you, eyes dazed and hazy as he whines softly.

He sees you talking, it takes him as second before he can focus his brain enough to hear what you're saying, watching the sympathy on your face as you talk to the waitress. "Yeah I should really get him home," you hum gently as you reach out and take Schlatt's hand, "poor guy's coming down with something, we'll grab the bill thanks."

[kkentobox]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nsfw abc! w/ jschlatt.

author’s note: as i’ve mentioned before, i’ve always wanted to make one of these sooo here it is! :D if you guys would want to see a sfw one, let me know <3 do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

A + AFTERCARE —- what they’re like after sex.

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt will always clean you up immediately after you guys are done, it doesn’t matter how long it was or who was doing the most work; he’s very quick to get up to grab a clean towel to clean you up and bring you water, maybe even a snack sometimes. after he makes sure you’re well hydrated is when he’ll pull you in close to hold you and press kisses to your forehead. it’s not him if he doesn’t cuddle you and fall asleep right after!

B + BODY PART —- their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

⠀⠀⠀⠀his favorite part of his body will always be his hands! he knows how much larger they are compared to yours, knowing how to use the extra length to his advantage.

⠀⠀⠀⠀it’s very obvious how in love he is with boobs, he doesn’t care how big or small they are; if they’re there, he’s grabbing them. however, your mouth comes as a close second in his eyes.

C + CUM —- anything to do with cum, basically.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i am a huge believer that he has a breeding kink, so he’ll definitely come inside most of the time as long as you continue to let him. before you guys tried it, he would always cum in the condom or on your chest.

D + DIRTY SECRET —- pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀huge pantie stealer, multiple pairs would go missing before laundry day and you begin to think the cats are just hiding them because of how embarrassed he is to admit that he’s staining your used panties with his cum. so whenever you guys go to the mall, he’ll buy you so many more so “you’ll stop whining”, little did you know, he’s helping you pick out his favorites so he can steal them later on.

E + EXPERIENCE —- how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt definitely seems like someone who prefers serious relationships over hookups or situationships, so i can see him having experience through his last partners. he knows what to do and knows a couple tricks, but he mainly focuses on learning how you like it. taking his time with you and making mental notes on what you enjoy more.

F + FAVORITE POSITION —- this goes without saying.

⠀⠀⠀⠀standing by the fact that i know he loves the intimacy of missionary. though, he also loves cowgirl and mating press. maybe even a full nelson if you’ve been acting up!

G + GOOFY —- are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he likes to keep things relatively serious considering he values how intimate it is to have sex, but he’ll always crack a smile if he notices how cute you look during the moment or just because how much he adores you.

H + HAIR —- how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i cannot see him being fully shaven, you guys see how much hair he has. it’s not a full bush because he trims it down, but there’s a good patch of hair that lightly tickles your nose when you go down on him.

I + INTIMACY —- how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a true gentleman in the bedroom when you’re not misbehaving! he’s very touchy in the moment, the type to hold you close that you’re suffocating, the one that holds your hands during missionary. he’s also a huge sucker for heavy eye contact, he loves seeing how telling your eyes are.

J + JACK OFF —- masturbation headcanon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the j in jschlatt stands for jacking off. before you guys started dating, he definitely had to touch himself six days out of the week because of how pent up he was from work. he doesn’t really bother to do anything to himself now unless you guys have to be apart, but even then, he needs to see you to actually get off.

K + KINK —- one or more of their kinks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀breeding & size kinks are big ones for him, without a doubt. light choking, slapping, degradation & edging on both ends, praising, role-play, dry humping !!

L + LOCATION —- favorite places to have sex.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the bedroom, his office, his car, quite literally anywhere in the house. when you guys moved in, it’s become a tradition to have sex in every room of the house to truly make it home.

M + MOTIVATION —- what turns them on, gets them going.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a simple man in my eyes. lingerie, arguing with you, seeing you in his clothes, hearing you say you want him, thigh highs, watching you get really excited about the things he does for you, when you catch an attitude with him, buying things for you + watching you try them on, making home videos.

N + NO —- something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀age play, animal roleplay, dubcon and any fluids that come out of you are hard no’s for him.

O + ORAL —- preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀i see him enjoying pleasing you more, always hungry to go down on you at any hour of the day. waking you up with head, bending you over the counter while you’re making food, etc. though, he could never resist or deny you of giving him head, he’s a man after all. he’s a good balance of both.

P + PACE —- are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a mix of both! there’s days where all he wants to do is make passionate love to you over and over, letting you take all his love. there’s other days where he can’t help but give you the meanest, harshest thrusts that make your mind go numb. he’ll grab ahold of your neck, gently squeezing as he forces you to look at him while he pounds into you.

Q + QUICKIES —- their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he prefers doing the actual thing and being able to take his time, but he also can’t help himself or wait until you guys are in the comfort of your home. sometimes he needs five minutes in a friend’s bathroom or pulls over on the side of the road for a quickie, it all depends on how needy you guys are.

R + RISK —- are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s willing to experiment with you, but he’s still very cautious about doing things in public. the biggest risk you guys take is when he takes you over his gaming set-up, knowing all it takes is a slip of a button to go live and show everyone the mess he’s making of you.

S + STAMINA —- how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

⠀⠀⠀⠀there’s an average of five to six rounds with him, he just cannot get enough of you and will not stop until he feels he’s dumped everything he has into you. he can last a while, but as you guys get closer to calling it is when he starts to get overly sensitive and cums really quick.

T + TOYS —- do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s begun to grow a collection just for you, though the vibrators have recently become used for the both of you. has multiple dildos, vibrators, handcuffs that he’s ordered specifically for you! the recent order being a dildo made identical to his cock.

U + UNFAIR —- how much they like to tease.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the biggest tease known to man, especially if you’ve been bratty recently or needed him to put you in your place. he’ll deny your orgasms every single time until you have tears streaming down your face and beg for him to accept your apologies.

V + VOLUME —- how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he seems more like a dirty talker to me, especially when he gets closer to his orgasm. i can see him maybe groaning or grunting more than actually moaning; unless you have him on the bottom. then he’s whimpering quietly under his breath, trying to keep quiet.

W + WILD CARD —- a random headcanon for the character.

⠀⠀⠀⠀as mentioned before, he has a thing for seeing you angry during arguments or just when you’re moody and decide to give him attitude. something about seeing you angry makes his cock jump in his pants, he doesn’t know if it’s because of how endearing he always finds you or if you just become ten times more attractive when you look angry.

X + X-RAY —- let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀big dick. huge. i don’t see him being much a grower? you’ve seen how huge he is compared to most people, i know he’s packing. seeing maybe 6.5 inches soft, 7 inches hard in his tarot cards. he’s not overly girthy, but he gives you a nice stretch every time that requires prep beforehand.

Y + YEARNING —- how high is their sex drive?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he can go for hours seeing as it takes him some effort to cum, but he’s always putting your pleasure before his own anyways. you guys are probably doing it at least once or twice every day because of his high libido, but he makes it worth it.

Z + ZZZ —- how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s out like a light as soon as he’s done with his aftercare, usually because of how intense his orgasms are, he just needs to sleep to get his energy back.

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“i hope a ghost starts jerking me off” (the inspo)

tws: angst, mentioned death, ghost fucking?

“you know that apparently you can get fucked by ghosts?” ted asks laughing

“really? damn, i need the third dimensional pussy from n/n” schlatt says laughing as well “i haven’t gotten laid since we laid ‘em to rest” he says jokingly as ted laughs

“jesus, y/n is rolling in their grave right now” ted says “you think she would fuck you as a ghost or not?”

“think so” he says taking a swig of his whiskey as they continue the episode laughing and smiling

that’s how he’s been coping since your death, laughing and drinking, it makes him feel better and makes him forget

he hasn’t gone into your room either since you died, it hurts him too much to be surrounded by your scent, your things, your personality seeping through in your room

seeing glimpses of you as he walks through the house seeing decorations you bought, little gifts and trinkets you had gotten for him, it all hurts too much

tonight however he couldn’t resist

seeing a bra that was yours hidden underneath his bed that he found when he was drunkenly cleaning up

he couldn’t stop himself from getting the key to your room and opening the door

seeing the decorations made his heart squeeze, the room reflected your personality

it made him sob as he walked to the bed you kept in there for comfort, sitting down and looking around, seeing all the lamps for ambiance lighting and the little trinkets

he turned on the lamps and turned off the ceiling light before laying down, immediately smelling your scent on the pillow and inhaling deeply

it smelled like you, like home, like comfort

he was surrounded by the smell of you as he sighed, realizing he had started feeling tired, slowly falling asleep

“schlatt”

he opened his eyes at the sound of your voice calling his name, only to see nothing before moving around and going back to sleep

“schlatt~”

he heard your voice again, probably going crazy from his grief, he ignored it and continued to drift off and waking up a few hours later

“2:59 am, fuck” schlatt said groggily looking at the clock on your nightstand

he sits up and stretches yawning, not meaning to have fallen asleep in your room and starts looking around before seeing you sitting at your desk

you aren’t working, more like just sitting there observing him, it’s almost enough to make him cry.

“n/n?” he asks softly looking at you

he wants to think it’s his imagination, that the alcohol has finally taken over his mind and he’s going crazy

it looks like you, just see through, just like you did the day you died still beautiful, still lovely

“my poor husband” the voice said softly as schlatt felt himself tear up “you’ve lost yourself to your habit” you said grabbing his face softly and planting kisses on it

“n/n..” schlatt said wrapping his arms around your waist, careful to not go through you

“im here for you, don’t you worry one bit” you said softly pushing his body down to the bed, his hands on your waist as your body started to feel more human again, he could practically feel the warmth radiating from you. slowly he traced his hands down and slowly lifted the white flowy dress to reveal your pussy underneath, the exact same as he remembers it.

he groans from the sight alone, so desperate for you, pressing a kiss to your lips. you let out a soft moan as he pulls you into his lap.

he parts from the kiss to look up at you, for the first time in months he feels bliss entering his body, almost like you’re still there and he never lost you. it’s like you’re still there when you take his cock into your tight heat, his hips unable to control themselves at the feeling of you.

softly thrusting up to you causing a few moans slip out from between your lips.

he starts to tear up as he clings to your body, it feels so light and soft and warm and there

he doesn’t care that it could be the alcohol or the sleep deprivation or whatever it is making him see you. he just wants to feel you one last time, have you in his bed like it’s the first time.

he kisses you softly as he cums deep in you and passes out, clinging to your form.

the next morning he woke up to three harsh bangs on the door, almost enough to shake the house. he ran to open the door and saw there a basket with a blanket

inside there was a baby

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i love you, i'm sorry

pairing: jschlatt x reader  summary: you come back to your home state of new york, not expecting to run into schlatt, your long-time best friend turned boyfriend turned ex. genre: angst / fluff not edited!

Walking through the streets of New York made you feel cold. Well, yes, it was in the middle of December in the northern hemisphere, and yes, this winter was the harshest in a while, but those didn’t affect you as much as the heartbreak and hurt did. 

The last time you were in this state, you were still dating Schlatt. The two of you grew up together: running away from each other screaming “cooties,” making fun of each other during the awkward stages, and realizing that the warm and safe feeling was love. You went through it all with Schlatt. He was your everything – the one constant throughout your life. 

It was only when you moved out of state that things went bad. You got a better job offer in Pennsylvania, not only would it pay more, but it was what you dreamed of doing. Schlatt was reluctant, but with you assuring that nothing would change, he eventually cheered you on and hugged you goodbye at the airport gates. 

Then, he moved to Texas. The already unstable relationship between you two worsened as the distance got bigger. You were busy, he was busy, and all of a sudden, all of the terrible aspects of a long-distance relationship rose. You felt insecure and needy asking Schlatt to call or text. Schlatt often snapped at you due to lack of sleep or stress, making you feel worse about it. You held onto hope that it would get better soon, but before you knew it, he sent a text saying you two should break up.

You were baffled, of course. How could that bastard do it over text? Years of knowing you, years of loving you, and yet he couldn’t get the balls to call? You went through the five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, acceptance. It took months for you to get to the final stage. Some days though, when things were rough, it was like you were back to square 1 and all you felt was anger and sadness towards it all. 

It didn’t help that Schlatt would call you every once in a while, and you, you who was always there for him no matter what, answered. You answered every single time without fail. And yeah, you felt like an idiot. He broke up with you; he shattered your heart into pieces and left you there to deal with it alone. He constantly berated you towards the end of the relationship, he was awful. Yet, you were always there, whispering soothing sentences to him when he called about feeling stressed, about not feeling the love and passion of his work, about missing you. 

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the person walking in front of you. You bumped into the stranger. The other guy spoke first, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking and-”

The voice was too familiar. It was the same voice of the man who said he’d love you forever, the man who said you two were destined to be, meant to be, and the man who called you every so often saying he made a mistake, missed you, and you should come home. 

Schlatt was standing right in front of you. You haven’t seen him in months – you two broke up over the summer. He was wearing a black t-shirt, dark brown jacket, and light brown pants. His hair was long and fluffy, you almost wanted to reach out and run your hands through it like you used to. He looked good. And you hated that he looked good. 

“Schlatt?”

It was like he didn’t recognize you until you spoke. His mouth opened slightly in shock and said your name as if he wasn’t expecting it to be you. “What are you doing home?”

“It’s Christmas.” You shrugged. “Where else to celebrate the holiday than in New York? Home?”

“You left home.” He deadpanned. 

Ouch. We’re still not over that? You thought. Fucking hypocrite. 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and anger, “So did you? You moved to bum fuck Texas, Schlatt.”

He exhaled a bit at that, horribly attempting to conceal a laugh, “I moved back to the Big Apple.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Why didn’t you call?”

“Why do I need to?”

He scoffed at that. Perhaps you were being petty and harsh, but a part of you felt like it was necessary. Like it was a way for you to make him hurt as he did to you. 

He cleared his throat, “Mom still having everyone over for Christmas?” 

Every year, your mom held a big holiday dinner for family friends two or three days before Christmas. Schlatt and his family were always invited. You hated that one of your favorite traditions ended up being something you were dreading now. 

“Yeah, she called your mom about it. Mom didn’t tell you?”

It was unspoken but not unnoticed that the two of you called each other’s moms “Mom.” It was an inside joke between the four of you; when you and Schlatt finally started dating, both of your moms made fun of you, saying that they planned it from the start and waited forever for it to happen, and Schlatt’s mom told you to call her “Mom,” saying you have been a part of the family since the day you and he met. Everything about this conversation felt bittersweet. 

“No. Don’t remember.”

“Well, it’s tomorrow night. You don’t need to come.”

He scoffed again. “Of course, I’m coming. Why are you acting like this?”

“Acting like what?” 

“Like,” He gestured his hands around, “I dunno, like mean.”

Now you were the one to scoff. “Mean? Me being mean? That’s funny coming from you.”

Schlatt scrunched his face. “What?” 

“Schlatt, come on, don’t act like you were kind. You were mine, but you were awful.” You exasperated, slowly becoming annoyed at him. How did he not know how much he hurt you?

He said your name, “I mean, I was going through it, yeah, but I wasn’t terrible. We broke up because it was too much for both of us.”

“It was killing me, Schlatt.” It felt like a ball of fire was growing brighter and brighter, fueled by the anger and hurt you thought passed. “You, I mean, you called me names, called me needy, and annoying and too much,” You stepped closer to him, jabbing your finger into his chest at each point, “when all I wanted was you. All I wanted was to spend time with you, call you, ask how you were doing. That’s all I fucking wanted, Schlatt. And you broke up with me!” You threw your hands up, scoffing at the sick joke. “Over text, mind you. As if the years we spent dating, the years we spent being best friends weren’t enough for you to give me the decency of a phone call.”

You started tearing up at this point; you silently prayed they wouldn’t fall. 

“And worse of all, after you broke my heart, you kept on calling. You wanted me in your life enough to keep talking to me, but not enough to be with me. You made me continue to hold onto your baggage despite ending things with me. You are cruel and evil and I hate you. I will never forgive you.” The tears streamed down your face despite the will to keep them in, and you hit his chest with your fists, hoping it’d hurt him as much as you hurt (you knew they would never compare).

Your tiny jabs and hits were stopped when Schlatt held onto your wrists with his hands. You looked up and saw his face. You were so close to him you could count the freckles on his face. You saw how he looked the same but still different from the boy you grew up loving. He had the same eyes, nose, and lips, but he lost the baby face, grew a beard, and even had more prominent wrinkles. You kept crying at the thought of what happened to you two, “I just don’t understand how we ended up like this, Schlatt.”

“I know, darling. I know.” He moved his hands from your wrist to your hands. You reveled in the familiar warmth you missed. His hands were still much bigger than yours. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.” 

You could see tears start to well up in his eyes too, “I didn’t know. Okay? I didn’t know that you felt like this. I knew I was too busy and I know you, baby, I know that you would understand. It just wasn’t fair for you. You, I mean, fuck, you deserve everything and more, you have to know that? And I couldn’t give it to you. I mean, I was a mess and hated everything in my life; I hated Texas, I hated my job, but I love you. You were the only thing keeping me going, but I couldn’t even love you the way you deserve and be a good boyfriend. I knew you would never leave me, so yeah, I pushed you away, but I didn’t realize how mean I was, and I’m so sorry. This isn’t an excuse but just an explanation.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours; you smelt the scent of his cologne and closed your eyes to the images of tens, hundreds, thousands of memories between you two coming back. 

“I love you. I will spend the rest of my life loving you. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

You were overwhelmed by it all. Schlatt knew you so well that he pushed you away because he thought it was best for you. He did it for you. The words you desperately wanted to hear were finally hitting your ears. Schlatt still loved you. 

His hand cupped your cheek. You instinctively leaned towards it, and he wiped a tear away with his thumb. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I love you and I’m sorry.” 

You kissed him. 

It felt like the first time you kissed him back when you were both thirteen. It was rushed and messy, but passionate and full of love. You gently rested your hand on his cheek, your fingers brushing against the rough texture of his beard. In response, he lifted his other hand to your face, his palms cradling your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

You pulled away first, and Schlatt looked like he couldn’t believe what happened. Like he didn't expect you to kiss him at all. Hell, you didn’t expect you to kiss him either.

“I love you.” You said, voice barely above a whisper. “I understand why you did what you did. But I’m not letting you off so easily mister.”

Schlatt smiled wide, a sight you missed dearly, and held your hand. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

“We still need to talk and you know things won’t go straight to how they were, I mean I probably have like severe trust issues and lik-”

He put his hand over your mouth. “Baby, stop rambling.”

You licked his palm. He scrunched his face in disgust, “I forgot you did that.” 

Sticking out your tongue, you teased, “Forgot deez nuts in your mouth.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and laughed, an honest and real one, making you laugh with him. “I missed you.”

Calming down from the giggles, you couldn’t help but sigh, “I missed you too.” 

“It’s cold. Let’s go back to yours.”

“Alright, take a woman out before getting in her pants, god, Schlatt.” 

He rolled his eyes, “No you freak, I wanna say hi to your mom. I haven’t been stopping by since the, you know.”

“Break up isn’t a slur or anything Schlatt.” You giggled, making fun of him. 

“Whatever. Come here.” He put his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked towards your home – hearts lighter and fuller.

ok so i lied and am uploading this rn because i love it idc im wild and free again this is unedited so sry about mistakes this was supposed to end in angst but whatever it's the holiday spirit i love me some childhood friends to lovers to exes to lovers again! here are some songs i listened to on repeat while writing: merry christmas, please don't call i love you, i'm sorry scott street

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jschlatt masterlist ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

smut

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

fluff / sfw

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

angst

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

other

what i did for love - chapter 1, chapter 2