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nvmadic · 1 year

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WHISKEY DICK - SCHLATT

prompt: schlat and the reader go to a party and one thing leads to another. words: 2,664 warnings: explicit content / drinking / 18+ notes: f!reader

The whiskey just started going down like water at this point, the lagging in your eyes with every head movement began to worsen with every drink you finished, slamming down the red solo cup onto the kitchen counter; the plastic container clattering as it toppled over, your coordination at this point had almost completely deteriorated. Bass thumping, shouting and cheering as people were trying to be heard over the deafening music.

"Another," you demanded with a slight slur as you were heavily inebriated. Schlatt hadn't strayed too far from your side for most of the night. He was matching your pace with the drinking so, in his words, didn't seem like a pussy. "I don't know if I have it in me," he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, although he still decided to shout; his confidence in his ability to keep up with you had waned. He was close enough that you could feel his breath beside your ear and smell the liquor that he had been chugging all night. "Well, then you'll just have to admit that I win," you turned to look up at him with a smile.

he broad, tall man who had against his will, lost a bet to Ted who was dressed as a knight, was dressed as his noble squire. The outfit would have made a bit more sense had Ted not vanished halfway through the night to be found in an intoxicated slumber, recklessly planted in a flower patch in the yard. Schlatt had ditched most of his outfit only a few hours into the evening, only leaving him wearing a white linen collared lace-up shirt which sat quite snugly along his large shoulders. Sheathed and attached to his plain black pants was a cheap and flimsy plastic sword. His brown curls let loose with the odd strand sticking to the thin layer of sweat that had started to accumulate on his forehead, which he would try and prevent by periodically combing his fingers through his hair and pushing it back.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff, and stared down at you for a brief moment, either contemplating his life choices or taking it as an excuse to stare at you as he had been since the moment you arrived. A cheap sexy nun outfit, the sort you could find at Target or Spirit Halloween. You rolled a wheel on your Twitch stream the night before for your viewers to decide what your outfit should be and it ultimately ended up winning. Indifferent, you wore it as you looked good in it anyway. It wasn't anything special by any means but boy did he think it looked special on you.

"If I die from alcohol poisoning I'm blaming it on you," he smirked as he handed over his empty cup for you to refill with the bottle of Jim Beam which was making its way to becoming empty. Without trying to make a mess you refilled the cups, handing one back to the big guy who was still intently watching you, a drunken glaze over his eyes. As your arm extended to reach out to him, a group of streamers who had yet to head home barged past, haphazardly shoving you into Schlatt. The drinks quickly soaked into both of your outfits before the cups hit the floor, not able to hear their faint clatter over the blaring music and the distant chatter in the other room. "Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're going!" Schlatt scorned the assholes who lacked any awareness to notice what had even happened. He looked down and let out an exasperated sigh at the rather noticeable wet patch that spanned most of his torso. His eyes drifted over to your white blouse which now, completely drenched, had made your cleavage very obvious. The alcohol in his system completely shed most of his shame and proper conduct which led to him unapologetically studying your chest.

"Sorry, I—" you began to speak, clasping your hands over your mouth in an elevated, drunken state of shock. "It's not your fault," he shook his head, "Are you okay?" He leaned in once more with a much softer tone, once again feeling his hot breath on the side of your neck caused goosebumps to cover your skin. You nodded timidly, looking at the parts of Schlatt's shirt that were now clinging to his skin making the outlines on his torso very apparent. "Come on, we'd better go and dry ourselves off," he drunkenly mumbled as his sober persona slipped momentarily. He briefly glared over towards the window which overlooked the lawn where the group of inconvenient and loud boys were now disturbing others in the backyard.

Schlatt grabbed you by your hand, using each other as support as he guided you towards the closest bathroom. Schlatt locked the door before sitting you on the edge of the bathtub and turned around to stare at the state he was in the mirror. You'd partied with Schlatt a couple of times and he was very good at outwardly hiding how drunk he was and it annoyed you because despite drinking the same amount you couldn't handle yourself all the same. There were a few bangs on the other side of the door with a couple of attempts to turn the door knob followed by laughter and some remarks you couldn't really comprehend before they left.

You were so occupied with using all of your energy to focus on unclasping the buttons on your blouse hadn't even noticed that Schlatt had already removed his shirt and had discarded it to the side, both of his hands firmly grasped at the sink and he stared into the mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself. You had managed to unclasp a few of your buttons before letting out a defeated sigh and letting your eyes gaze up towards him, your eyes taking a detour to admire his tensed back. A smile lingered on his lips and he allowed you to stare for a while longer, "you need a hand with those buttons?" he asked, looking down to see your cleavage just about protruding from the top of your blouse, slightly glistening from alcohol that had now soaked through and made your skin slightly sticky.

You nodded coyly, as he began to make his way over. As he turned around you finally got a better view of his front half, just like your breasts, most of his torso had a fine coating of alcohol which caught the light. You must've stared longer than you had thought as he let out a little snicker, looking up to see his self—assured grin, he towered over you trying to attempt to assist in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. "You're too far down," he laughed, his stifling breath catching your skin again. You both paused and looked at each other. The intent gaze into both of your eyes said more than words could, you could hear your own heart thumping in your chest.

Online, you constantly fed your fans with content that just fuelled them shipping you together. Sexual jokes and taunts, so—called romantic escapades, bickering like an old married couple. Your fans loved you together, but like everything online, it was all fake. Wasn't it?

Hands firmly clasping your face he pressed his lips into yours, out of pure shock and the whiskey causing your reaction time to decline you didn't kiss him back. Schlatt pulled away with his brows moderately furrowed. It was almost as if he was about to apologise before you pulled him in again, your hand wrapped around the back of his head, fingers buried beneath his luscious hair. You returned the kiss, albeit kind of sloppy but you just wanted him then and there, Schlatt relaxed into your touch eagerly biting at your bottom lip before unwillingly retreating to get some air. His chest heaved as he stepped back, concealing his wobble as he did so. An excited grin was plastered on his face as he didn't let you go from his sight, taking in every single last bit.

Despite his drunken state he scooped his hands beneath your luscious thighs and picked you up. He moved his grasp to your ass as you wrapped your legs around him. He stood for a moment as he tried to gather his balance. You both chuckled, stupefied by the situation and how you were both so intoxicated you probably weren't going to remember anything in the morning. You could feel Schlatt's growing erection press against your crotch as he carried you over to the sink where he sat you down, both were pleasantly surprised he didn't topple over with you in his arms. Now in a better position, he continued to unbutton your blouse, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red with every button that popped open revealing more of your delectable breasts. Eventually, you just sat in a tiny skirt and a laced black bra, which you did think was a bit too much to be wearing for what you wanted to be doing to that man right now.

He pulled you in again for another kiss, your lips messily meshing together, almost grazing teeth at the eagerness of how long you had both been waiting to taste one another. Schlatt's right hand wandered to your back and he tugged at you, not wanting a piece of paper to be able to get between you both, your breasts pressing up against his chest. Unconsciously he pushed his pelvis forward, allowing you to feel his fully erect cock trapped beneath his underwear. You moaned into the kiss causing him to pull harder and his fingers to wander to the clasp of your bra. They fumbled for a few seconds before he managed to unlatch the hooks; without breaking the kiss he slid both straps from your arms and pulled the garment from you. His hands immediately cupped them.

Schlatt withdrew, allowing his eyes to gaze at your erect nipples. He lowered himself, his tongue grazing over them before he blew on the areas he had just licked causing you to shiver slightly and let an unforeseen moan slip from your lips. Schlatt gave an amused hum as he squeezed your left boob and stoutly sucked at your nipple before moving on to the next one giving them even more attention. Both of your hands caressed his head as he did so, clasping at his hair unintentionally pulling a little too hard as he let out a satisfied groan.

He snaked his hands up under your skirt and tugged at your underwear, sliding it off your legs and discarding it on the cold tile floor. His hands lingered on your thighs as he delicately squeezed at them, his lips once more dancing with yours. "You don't have any fuckin' idea what you do to me," he exhaled against your neck as he began to pepper it with gentle kisses. "I think I do," you teased, using your legs to envelop him and pull his waist closer to feel his hard cock press against you. Schlatt let out an amused mumble, "Can't exactly hide that can I now," he jested before continuing to leave soft kisses on your breasts and trailing down your stomach. "Just fuck me, I've been waiting long enough as it is," you murmured with a smile, not an ounce of nervousness was left as your liquid courage had absorbed it all. "Well, glad to know I'm not the only one," he grinned as he went in for a final kiss, your noses bumped as he enthusiastically slipped his tongue past your lips brushing against yours before eagerly retreating and pressing his lips against yours once more.

Schlatt's hands remained near your crotch, his fingers pressing against your entrance, a gratified hum against the bare skin on your neck as he was pleased to know how wet you were. He pushed to fingers in, a contented moan attempted to leave your mouth before you bit at your bottom lip. He curled his fingers, pulling back and forth slowly, "how badly do you want me to fuck you, huh?" He asked smugly, knowing you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He could barely contain himself, he just wanted to fill you up with his girthy length. However, he enjoyed the power he had, teasing you, you just begging for his cock.

In between whimpers, you went to answer but before you could say anything he withdrew his fingers from you and stuck them into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He used his other hand to delicately rub at your throbbing clit. Sucking at his fingers, his breathing became heavy and he gingerly removed his fingers from your mouth. Batting your eyelashes innocently at him didn't help the situation he had going on in his underwear. He finally had to unfetter himself, Schlatt lowered his pants and his hard cock bounced as he eagerly pulled it from his boxers. He admired himself, grabbing it by the base and pushing its tip towards your entrance. It lingered there, not going any further no matter how much you begged him to. Once again, he pushed his lips against yours, his tongue being welcome in your mouth as his cock bobbed at your entrance. He swiftly drove himself in, both of you letting out a pleased exhale. Schlatt used one hand to grab your lower back and the other lightly planted on your waist. Starting off slowly, he rested his head on your shoulder whilst pulling you as close as possible. He was muttering obscenities and how fucking good you felt on his cock.

The banging on the door started again with people jokingly shouting to stop fucking in there followed by laughter once more. The doorknob rattled a few times. Without giving you any warning he thrust himself in deeper, keeping the same pace but allowing more of his length to enter you. You couldn't help but let out a squeal, quickly pulling your hand up to your mouth to try and stop any further noise but Schlatt disapprovingly put it back to where it was, "let them know how nice I feel," he smirked beginning to pick up the pace.

Whoever was outside must have heard your moan as there was some muffled chatter and they quickly disappeared once more. Schlatt began to grumble as he glided inside of you, your wetness completely coating his cock. The room was now filled with the sound of your wet skin making contact and your not-so-discreet moaning. At this point he was utilising the entirety of his erect cock, filling you up entirely. Neither of you was bothered by dirty talk at this point, you had both waited so long to feel each other and being totally inebriated you were both just focusing on how pleasurable you both felt.

Schlatt slowly became more vocal as he began to reach his climax, his face red and sweaty, he drunkenly scrambled to remove himself from you, spurting warm cum all over your thighs and accidentally getting some on your skirt. His body twitched slightly as he emptied himself, slumping over on you as he grabbed at your sweaty body. There was a brief moment of silence, not the uncomfortable kind, just both with each other's company as you both regained your breath. "Fuck, sorry," he mumbled, "you probably didn't finish," he apologised, kissing the lengths of your slightly sweaty neck once more. He groaned as he began to stand up looking at the mess he has created. "It's okay, you can make it up to me next time," you smiled. Schlatt began cleaning you up with a hand towel he had grabbed from the holder. "Well, shit, give me 10 minutes," he stated, half joking as he pulled you in for another drunken sloppy kiss. link to the rest of my work [x]

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simpliao · 2 years

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that was the moment he realised ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : a weekend getaway vacation, just what the pair needed to get away from busy city lives. in just enjoying the moment, what once was a silly, dismissive thought to the male, now hits him straight in the face. and for once, he's okay with it.

info : fluff, mild swearing, she/her pronouns as well as reader being described as a woman (pretty girl), sappy, like really sappy but i adore it.

a/n : i actually adore fluffy schlatt, i always got the impression that he hides the fact he's the biggest softie out there to pretend to be more macho than he really is. considering i am sadly very much single, having some fluff like this is a comfort to me. so this is kinda just a comfort post where i have them gush about being in love. <3

The lack of any rustling but that of the leaves of the trees was a different, and almost bizarre thing to wake up to. Almost expecting to suddenly hear the burst of a car horn reminding him of his apartment being right on a busy street; and yet this peace remained. Pure rays of light slipped through the blinds, filling the bedroom with a gentle golden glow. Under his arm, Y/n slept cuddling into his side for warmth; the rented out cottage wasn't exactly the best insulated. With the utmost care, he slinked his arm away from her, mindful to not jostle her awake. Her form wrapped up in a French linen comforter, disheveled sure, but to the New Yorker she was too damn gorgeous for her own good. His eyes lingered before retreating from the room, short steps leading down into the open concept living room and kitchen.

Today was Sunday: the end of the weekend and their last day before they had to go back. It was oddly serene, seeing the living spaces highlighted by morning shine. Just checking the fridge, it was already pre-stocked with bougie shit that he didn't recognise. Even the milk was some kind of unpronounceable brand, acting as if it was above all the other milk brands. The memory of Y/n sometimes buying these kinds of things didn't pass him, a smile grew to his lips as they'd debate if fifteen dollars for specialty cereal was really worth it. That was when she has initially moved in, now he didn't bat an eye when things around their home moved around or suddenly gained new items that he was unsure about.

She slowly changed what was once a stinky bachelor pad into a presentable home, warm and cozy, especially when she made it a point to hang up pictures of the pair and establish a colour scheme for interior designing. Just thinking about it made him homesick, he even started letting her come to the office and change things around just so he could have reminders of her in his space. Although the two started their relationship in private, only really friends and family knowing and teasingly keeping it out of public eye for the sake of privacy. It was ultimately in vain since despite it being Schlatt's wish, he ended up spilling it to his viewers after having her show up in countless streams and endless twitter interactions. (All painfully flirty.)

Considering Y/n was also a public figure, some part jealously irked him when fans would inevitably ship her with other people. Getting it out in the public at least made that mostly die out, his liberal use of nicknames like 'my girl', 'sweetheart', 'doll', and 'pretty girl' even in front of the camera cemented the pair's bond. Considering the two's interactions were thousands of times cuter than her platonic interactions with friends, her fans ate that shit up.

"Good morning." Speaking of which, she groggily came down the stairs with a tired yawn. His shirt dressing her body, and despite what anyone else might've thought; all he saw was a goddess that descended from those steps. “Did I wake you? I was going to get started on breakfast.” Which wouldn’t be anything fancy since Schlatt wasn’t exactly the best cook. “It got so cold without you. I figured if I couldn’t sleep anymore might as well follow the heater downstairs.” She huffed out, fully descending the stairs to approach her boyfriend. Sitting atop one of two barstools of the kitchen’s island. He snuck glances in between of gathering things from out of the fridge. Her features highlighted by early light, easily one of the most angelic things he’s ever seen. Her eyes heavy as she was still in the rices of fully waking up, yet still remaining with a lazy smile as she watched from a short distance. “Take a picture.” She mused, rubbing her eyes slightly whilst teasing the male with one of her devilish smiles. “It’ll last longer.” “Oh shut up.” He dismissed despite holding one of his own.

The scene was serene, Y/n's gaze glued to her boyfriend of close to two years. While he always noticed her far off looks, he never realized it was because she was completely enamoured by him. Always watching over his figure, habitually dressed in basketball shorts and sweatshirts. (Of which she stole constantly, never bothering the brunette considering he adored seeing her wrapped up in his clothing.) Eyes always fixated on his face, whenever the pair were alone she got the privilege of seeing him in his softer side. Grins teasing at times, but commonly genuine and so loving. His intensely dark brown irises so filled with love whenever they met hers, always feeling like when she first fell for him; the butterflies never left. Where could she even begin with his curled caramel brown locks? Her fingers twitched, yearning for the pair to snuggle up and put on a movie; giving her the perfect opportunity to run her hands along his scalp.

In the grand scheme of things, they hadn't been together very long, neither having knowing each other long before completely falling into this state of love. What started as limerence grew to real, seldom true love. In such a simple scene, where the New Yorker had prepared (mostly uncooked) scrambled eggs and (slightly burnt) buttered toast, retiring to a seat beside his lover where the two chatted about whatever came to mind. The pair always having gazes filled with such enamour, adoration like their partner had hung the stars and moon.

"You know, I kind of wish we could stay." Y/n had spoken offhandedly, spooning the yellow mass onto one of her slices of toast. She followed up her comment soon after taking a bite, "I love this cottage... But, I wouldn't mind spending forever anywhere as long as I'm with you." Forever. The word poignant and sticking within his mind, spending forever with her, it was a thought he always briefly had. His insecurities drowned it out, fear of falling out of this kind of honeymoon, fear of her no longer looking at him like he looked at her. He feared that later down the line she wouldn't see him the same, he was scared to commit to her.

And yet, with her affirmation of always wanting to be with him, even if she spoke it in passing with it seemingly escaping her lips and being forgotten soon afterwards, it filled him with some kind of comfort unlike perviously when it'd fill with with anxiety and dread. Rather than worriedly question and wonder about the future, if she was his forever, from this moment on he realised just what kind of bliss that would be. Memories flashed his mind of what they had done this weekend, of what they'd done during the entire duration of their relationship... How it showed no sign of ever slowing down from the past two-ish years of their love. How he wouldn't trade all the money in the world for his darling, his pretty girl.

Just looking at her now, soft smile directed towards him, a kind of beauty he couldn't form into words radiating off her. He could spend forever like this. Mornings of home cooked breakfasts, afternoons working alongside each other and evenings of either going out or staying in. Everything seemed to make him excited, he craved to experience it all, experience it all with her at his side. She was his certainty, she would be it. His number one, his forever.

"Yeah..." He muttered out softly, pushing the mug to his lips to take a sip of bitterly black coffee. "I could spend forever with you too." Just seeing the way her eyes slightly squinted as she smiled made his heart burst, his hand found itself reaching over to brush his thumb over the edges of her lips to rub away crumbs. "You eat like a baby, you know that?" "But I'm your baby." She grinned, letting his hand linger on her cheek as his stare was nothing but overwhelming tenderness. Yeah, she was his. And in that moment he decided that he'd be sure to make it official, more official than just the common titles of boyfriend and girlfriend.

Because, that was the moment he realised... This was the girl he was going to marry.

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beansnsoup · 1 month

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Jaelyn's fic recs!

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doetic · 7 months

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anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”

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ohmymalice · 1 month

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"Brawn & Brains"

Jschlatt x Reader | Video Game Highschool AU | Enemies to Lovers

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Schlatt watched her intently as she gave a pep talk to her team, probably praising them for the first round. He had to hand it to her, she may not be as good as him (of course she isn't) but what she lacks in aim, she makes up for with her sneaky 200 IQ plays.

He expected her to read him, but he didn't expect that she was willing to die to get her team the win. He had this idea of her, only an idea not a full thought out view of her— She was smart, one of those girls who did things by the book, that's how she'd win, all purely by skill not by luck while he on the other hand, liked to gamble with his chances. Sometimes throwing a whole game just so he can win it back in one round. His team hates him for it, but they couldn't complain with their win ratio.

He remembered hearing her name for the first time, he was waiting for his acceptance letter into VGHS but he got rejected, the principal named Calhoun said some bullshit that he barely listened to. Something along the lines of "It's all about the game" or some shit like that, he mentioned how Schlatt focused too much on the winning aspect and not the time that goes into the game, not the skill, not what it means to be passionate.

He is passionate though! Only with winning, not much the game... Guess that's why he didn't get in. He heard her name from peers, how she was the first female varsity captain in VGHS. He remembered searching up her top clips, seeing her no scope people from a distance. To him, the person on screen was barely visible but to her? It seemed like she perceived them in an arms length distance, he was blown away, impressed even and he is hard to please.

He was jealous, he could never snipe like that, he could never read opponents like that. People chat about how he was lucky, how he's so talented but nobody ever knew the nights he spent balling his fists and slamming his desk, losing sleep for tournaments to become the best of the best, he would never settle for less.

He couldn't tell if he was her number one fan or her number one hater, or maybe both. Whatever it is, he still wanted to watch her games out of curiosity so when the opportunity came and she was in a tournament he watched and she played well until the last round, she completely fucked up and missed a shot on a guy last minute as he reached objective. He remembered seeing that look in her eye, he couldn't see her whole face but just from her eyes.

He knew she would never let herself live that down.

He couldn't tell if he wanted to hug her, tell her all about his own experiences and how he's had a lot of fuck ups too or if he wanted to laugh in her face and brag how he'd never miss such an easy shot.

He's an asshole, he knows it and there's this gnawing feeling at the back of his head, guilt maybe? Shame? Probably both.

He just didn't know how to face it.

Soon when the two got into their respective schools and started competing it was only natural they'd run into each other.

The game started and Schlatt didn't even bother telling his team shit, it was a common occurrence where he wouldn't give his team a plan and he'd just kill everyone or the majority.

"Captain, any plan?" Connor asked, one of his team mates that he grew to like. "The usual, just kill 'em'." He responded lazily, Connor nodded, used to his antics by now.

Schlatt walked off on his on, not caring whether or not his team lives. He camped up on a hill, waiting for Y/N to get near their base. He waits a couple minutes and sees her team but no sign of her. He frowned a little as he realizes she probably stayed at base.

He equips his gun and aims, the recoil making him jolt back as the bullet breaks through the air, cleanly hitting an enemy in the head. He smirks as he hears the crowd cheer, of course they were spectating him. He widely grins as he pulls back.

Few minutes go by and nothing happens, pure silence.

His team starts getting paranoid, giving comms through their walkie talkies.

"Where are they? It's oddly quiet."

"I'm looking through my scope, I don't see anything?"

Schlatt scoffs, these fuckers are over reacting.

"Schlatt? Is anything happening on your end?" Ted asks, the tall man with glasses sighed, knowing that he wouldn't respond. The rest of the team would be left alone to fend for themselves.

Schlatt mutes his walkie talkie and lays against a tree as he grumbles to himself how stupid his team is, how they won't shut their damn mouth and all they had to do was pretend that they were putting effort in the game while he did all the work.

Crack!

He whips his head to the other direction across from his base, multiple shots were fired in such specific locations.

Fuck that fucking bitch was mapping out our base.

He grabbed his gun and redirected it to the enemy's base, trying to find whoever was shooting. He couldn't tell where the main source was coming from, the sound of shots from all sorts of directions filled his ears. From a distance he heard the yells of panic from his team mates. Connor was yelling out his name in attempt to call their captain back and help them while Ted was shouting at him to shut up and focus.

"Goddamn idiots." He grunted, shuffling on the bare dirt on his stomach to properly get a look through the scope of his sniper.

He grabbed his walkie talkie again, unmuting it.

"Connor, give me the run down."

Everyone on his team sighed in relief that their captain was still alive and not wounded in anyway.

"I- They're shooting from their base but I saw some behind trees and other angles, we can't pin point where they are because they're playing aggressive, one of us tried peeking but he immediately got shot in the head-" Connor said quickly, word stumbling out of his mouth.

Trees? Schlatt looked around and spotted one behind a tree not too far off from enemy territory. He got a hit and repositioned, finding another place to hide in since the opposition probably realized where he was now.

He watched as his team in their base refused to peek, any place that they could look through was being shot at. Windows, doors, any entrance or place someone could come from was adorned with markings from the bullets.

They were making sure they couldn't step foot out of base.

Schlatt immediately grabbed his walkie talkie.

"Fuck, three of you idiots get out from the back, make sure they don't see you. Start trying to pick them off, distract them."

Before Connor, Ted, and Charlie could reply Schlatt immediately muted his walkie talkie and took a pistol and an AK47 with him.

Watching as Charlie slowly opened the back door and cleared it, Ted and Connor shuffle along. They start peeking, making sure that the enemy team knows of their presence. Nobody dies, it's mostly an exchange of utility and bullets flying through the air.

Schlatt makes a run for it across the wooded area, making sure nobody sees or hears him. He looks off to the side, taking note of where the enemies were stationed. One on top of a tree, two looking out of the window, and last two weren't visable.

He checked his equipment and took a deep inhale.

He swiftly pulled out his assault rifle, a clean shot to the head towards one of the enemies in the trees. In the corner of his eye he can see the two figures in the window of the base, their heads snapping towards the sound of his gun. Schlatt was only able to shoot one down but the other was swift and went back into base.

He grunts in frustration, realizing how everyone in their team now knew where he was. He started getting antsy, looking around and getting a bit paranoid. He hasn't seen Y/n all round as well as another one of her team mates.

He could storm into their base, clear it and try to get as much information for his team as much as possible, as much as he didn't say it much— they were very capable and good players, I mean duh they are, how else could they have joined the varsity team?

But chances are he'll die and he didn't know if he wanted to risk that.

He could also regroup with his team, give them the run down of what he knows so far (which is not much) but if they all go in blind while the other team knows all of their positions and plans, it might just end in a full team wipe out.

"God fucking damn it" He cocks his gun and decides the former was better, he grabbed his walkie talkie.

"Goin' in blind, gonna stay unmuted and comm whatever I see so we have intel. If I die, you fuckers better win." He busts down the door and clears all his corners.

"First floor clear so far," He said in a hushed tone into his walkie talkie. He continued scanning the area.

He heard a foot step up stairs, his eyes immediately dart to the stair case. "Heard someone up stairs, any info?" He whispers even lower into his walkie talkie.

Charlie peers from behind a wall, he stayed outside to patrol while Connor stayed inside and Ted was on the roof looking over at enemy territory.

"I don't see anything on the roof." Charlie's slightly distorted voice came through the device, Schlatt winced at how loud his voice was, he turned down the volume. Charlie went back to his original position, no longer wanting to look out into the other base but before he could even step further he hit a tree behind him.

A quick mumble of an apology escaped his lips out of habit.

"It's alright, I don't mind." a female voice rang out from behind him.

He sighed, not thinking much of it. His eyes grew wide.

"Wait, fuck isn't that?—"

He recognized the voice after a split second. He flicks to look behind him to meet face to face with the enemy team's captain. She gives an apologetic smile, mumbling out a sorry before she fires a bullet into his head.

Ted, Connor, and Schlatt heard the gun shot, without another word Ted looked over the railing from the roof and before he could even make out the girl's features he gets shot by Y/n. She already took note of where everyone would be position and where they could possibly reposition.

She smirked to herself, her heart swelling with pride. She could finally prove aim isn't everything, you need brains to win a damn game.

She picked up the walkie talkie on the ground that Charlie left behind.

"Hiiiiiii Schlatt!! Are you proud? I didn't miss this time." She dragged her words, greeting him in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you." His tone cold, no longer finding this funny. She cackled into the walkie talkie. His knuckles turned white, clutching the device in his hand tightly. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." She's never seen him this pissed off, he always kept his cool or just laughed in people's faces anytime they tried anything.

"You're playing hard ball for a bitch that missed the easiest fucking shot a few tournaments ago." He sneered at her.

Connor listened to the conversation, the two were loud, not caring at this point if everyone knew their position was. While Y/n was distracted Connor snuck up towards the door that led to the back of the building. He pushed it open slightly, a loud creaked followed.

She let out a small gasp out of her lips and immediately slid towards the door, shutting it as Connor tried to kick it down. She waited for him to continuously kick, as he kicked forward she let go of the door.

The weight of his body pushed the door open, not expecting that she would suddenly let go he stumbled and fell face first. The sound of a gunshot ensued, making Schlatt look out the window in concern. He was left wondering what happened until he saw the kill feed.

Y/n ︻┳═一 ConnorEatsPants

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lovable-liar · 8 months

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Can you write a Jschlatt x vampire goth! Reader 🌚🌚 (female)) ( definitely not projecting 🧎‍♀️

I see absolutely no projecting in this ask 👀

𝗷𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁 + 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

You first met Schlatt when he was in the Lunch Club! (Whether you are a youtuber/streamer yourself or you edit for them or the Misfits)

Back then, he was very surprised by your style. His comfort zone was vintage crew necks and basketball shorts, so when you first met irl he was shocked but more so intrigued.

He was initially attracted to you because of your bold makeup. He thought you were so fucking cool because of the stark blacks and whites of your eye shadow and how confident you were to wear a black or blood red lipstick.

Taking pics together of just your shoes <3

His Timbs next to your Demonias <3

Big tiddies or small tiddies, Schlatt always refers to you as his Goth GF online.

He’s so protective of you.

You get weird stares in public by old white people, but he’s right beside you giving them right back.

Bonding over alt music <3

People do a huge double take when you mention you’re together and you both find it hilarious

THRIFTING TOGETHER <3

You shopping in the wedding dress section for things you can cut up and dye black.

Him shopping in the men’s section for sweaters and shirts with funny prints.

Schlatt being slightly embarrassed if you’re as tall as him in your platform shoes. He’ll puff up his chest and try to make himself look as big as possible which makes you laugh. He’s so cute! <3

Putting eyeliner on him… I’m ill, I’m literally ill, I need help.

He sees you in “normal” clothes one time and is permanently traumatized. Who are you? Give him his girlfriend back.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x goth!reader #jschlatt x vampire!reader #schlatt x goth!reader #schlatt x vampire!reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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1000 Fallowers Special!!!

Dreams

Jschlatt x Fem reader x Ted Nivison

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut, fingering, degrading, blowjob (m receiving), jealous!Schlatt, swearing, PiV

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tags: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️ @youngcreatorlady 💜 @ogelizasoot 🩷 @littleskeletonprincessss ❤️‍🔥

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"Yeah, that feels good doesn't it?" Ted asked, his voice strained.

His cock plowing into Y/n at a relentless pace, sweat forming all over both their bodies as moans filled the room.

"P-please." She cried, her back arching. "I'm so close! Please don't stop!"!

Ted's hand ran down between them, rubbing her clit and causing her to cry out as her orgasm hit her hard.

"That's it, baby. You're so good for me."

"T-Ted...more, please more."

Y/n's vision became hazy, and she started to see two of Ted. Everything went dark right before she opened her eyes.

It was a dream, Y/n thought.

She rolled over, facing Schlatt. His eyes were open and he was looking right at her, a displeased expression on his face.

"Ted, huh?" He asked.

"What?"

"You were saying his name in your sleep."

Y/n felt him slip his hand under the waistband of her pants, and his fingers ran through her folds. She whimpered as he began rubbing her clit.

"And it seems...he can make you just as wet as I can."

"I-it was just a dream."

Schlatt rolled on top of her and slipped his fingers further in, rubbing that spongy spot. Y/n arched her back and moaned, feeling Schlatt's hot tongue lick up her naked form.

"You want Ted inside you?" He asked.

"N-no."

"Don't lie, baby girl. You talk in your sleep, I hear everything."

Jschlatt felt his cock throb at the thought of Ted fucking Y/n, hearing her moans as tears run down her face.

Jschlatt unbuckled his belt, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit and watching her squirm.

"P-please." She whispered.

"Ohh, you want it? You want daddy's cock?"

"Y-yes, please I need you!"

A smirk spread over his face, he gripped her hips and pushed in. Schlatt groaned, the clench of her pussy making him twitch. He began hard slow thrusts, licking and sucking at her nipples.

Y/n gripped the back of his neck and ran her hands up through his hair, making a fist. Schlatt grunted at the pull, and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

"You like that?" He whispered really close to her ear. "You like when daddy fucks you like that?"

He was plowing into her at a relentless pace, drawing the most sinful noises from her. The feeling of his tip hitting her G-spot with every thrust was too much, she couldn't get a word out.

"What's the matter? Too much?"

Y/n was able to just barely shake her head, closing her eyes as Schlatt's hand closed around her neck. His other went to her clit, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves and causing tears to spill.

"I-im gonna cum."

Schlatt smiled, leaning forward and pressed his lips to hers, eating up every moan that slipped out.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy."

Y/n cried out, arching her back. Schlatt buried his face in her neck once he felt the heat of her release run down his cock.

"F-fuck." He groaned, spilling his seed into her.

Schlatt rolled over, breathing hard.

"In the morning we're going for a little drive." He said.

Y/n obviously didn't hear him, she was still letting out little whimpers as she recovered from his brutal treatment.

Schlatt smiled and pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. Maybe this time you'll dream of me."

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"Where are we going?" Y/n asked as they passed into New Mexico.

"Where do you think? We're gonna go see Teddy."

"What!? Why!?"

"I can't get it out of my head, you sounded so pretty. The way you were crying out his name, your hands gripping the sheets."

"It was just a dream!...are you-....are you jealous?"

Schlatt kept his focus on the road, not answering her question.

"You are aren't you!? That's why you went so ruff last night!"

"Keep talking and I'm gonna pull over."

There was silence for a few minutes, a smirk tugging at Y/n's lips. She wanted to tease him, but if she kept pushing, he would most likely be pissed off for the rest of the trip.

"...he was thicker."

Schlatt slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the side of the road. Taking his cock from it's confines and pulled her over by the back of her neck.

"Suck, you little bitch."

He pushed her head down onto his cock, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He leaned his head back against the seat and began panting as his tip hit the back of her throat.

"He's thicker, huh?" Schlatt growled. "We'll just have to see when we get there, won't we?"

Y/n gagged and pulled away, wiping the drool away from her mouth.

Schlatts hand wrapped around her neck again as his lips crashed into hers, his tongue invading her mouth and pulling whimpers from her.

He pushed her back into her seat and tucked himself away, getting back on the road and heading for California.

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It was night when they arrived at their hotel, tossing their bags on the table and took off their coats.

Y/n rummaged around in her bag, pulling out some pajamas. She went into the bathroom and closed the door, a smiled appearing on Schlatt's face when he didn't hear it lock.

She hopped in the shower and let the hot water run down her body. Y/n didn't even flinch when the door opened and she heard clothes being dropped to the floor. The shower curtain opened and Schlatt stepped in, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her head.

"I love you." He whispered.

His hand trailed down her stomach and his fingers slipped through her folds, gently rubbing her clit. Y/n moaned and leaned back into him, allowing him access to her exposed neck. Schlatt ran his fingers over her throat as he planted feather light kisses against her neck.

"I wanna see you squirt." He growled, "Wanna feel your cum drip down my hand."

Y/n's breathing was shaky, the knot in her stomach returning as he quickened the pace on her clit. Schlatt chuckled and started nibbling on her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin.

"S-so close." She whispered.

"Not yet, baby. Hold on."

Y/n's legs trembled and her knees went weak, she could barely stand but Schlatt wasn't slowing down.

"Please...I-im gonna cum."

"Go ahead, princess."

Schlatt smiled, feeling her body react to his words. The flutter of her pussy as her juices coated his fingers, and her cries that filled the echoey room.

He knelt down, holding her to him and working her past her high.

"There you go, that's a good girl."

___

"Hey! I was wondering when you two would get here." Ted said, a smiled on his face.

He ushered Schlatt and Y/n into his home and showed them to the livingroom, she sat on the couch and looked over at Schlatt who was watching Ted.

Ted walked around the back of the couch and placed his large hands on Y/n's shoulders, sending a chill down her spine.

Tf is he doing? Does he know? How could he?

"Schlatt tells me you've been having dreams." Ted chuckled, sitting down next to her.

J smiled and sat across on the opposite couch.

"Wet dreams." He said.

Y/n looked over at Ted, she didn't know how to feel. Scared? Or embarrassed?

"It was just a dream."

"So Schlatt tells me. Was he in the dream too?"

"I didn't hear my name. Only yours, man."

Ted leaned closer, trailing kisses down her neck. She looked over at J for an answer on what to do, but he smiled and leaned back against the couch.

"It's okay, honey. Enjoy it." He whispered.

Y/n watched as he pulled his cock from his sweats and started stroking it. Ted's hand made it's way between her legs, putting pressure on her clit through her jeans.

"You like that?" He asked, not really looking for an answer. He knew she did, and that she wanted more. "Stand up, Y/n. Take off your clothes."

Ted sat back and watched as she slowly removed her pants and shirt, her confidence rising once she heard J basically order her to take the rest off.

"Drop the panties too, kitten. Let us see that pretty pussy."

She did as she was told, and allowed Ted to remove her bra. He then pulled her into his lap and held her legs open with his, so she was on display for Schlatt.

"Such a beautiful girl." He praised, stroking his cock harder.

Y/n leaned back into Ted, watching as he wet his fingers with saliva and slid them into her. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she moaned, feeling him abuse her G-spot.

"Oh, damn. Does he do it like Daddy, babygirl?" Schlatt asked.

"N-no."

Ted smiled, pulling his member from his jeans letting it spring up and tap against her clit.

"We'll see if I can fuck you better than your Daddy." He whispered.

Y/n cried out as he pushed in, the curve of his cock was foreign. Schlatt's jealousy rose, but he wanted to watch. He wanted to see her cry and call out for him, wishing she could have Schlatt as comfort instead of another man.

"Fuck her, Ted. Fuck that pretty bitch."

The taller man smirked, gripping her throat and hammering into her. His fingers worked magic on her clit, but it was so different from J she wanted him. Y/n couldn't deny that the pleasure she was feeling was enough to make her scream but she wanted Schlatt and he knew it.

"Come on, Y/n." Ted moaned. "Let me feel you cum."

Her back arched as she watched Schlatt pump his throbbing member, his head back against the couch and his chest heaving with every breath.

"Make her cum, Ted. Im so fuckin close, man."

"You heard him, Y/n. Cum for him."

Schlatt and her both locked eyes, their gazes were were weak. Both of them were covered in sweat, and panting. He groaned at the mere sight of her, his cock twitched as ropes of cum shot from the tip.

Y/n fallowed soon after and rolled off of Ted, both men smirked at each other and stood up. Schlatt made his way over to her and grabbed her clothes off the floor. He sat her up right and began dressing her.

"I'm gonna order some take out!" Ted yelled from the kitchen.

"K!" The other two yelled back.

As Schlatt pulled her shirt over her head, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss and rested her forehead against his.

"You're thicker."

THE END ❤️

Hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

Thank you so much for getting me to 1000 fallowers! I didn't think I'd actually get this far ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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itzagundam · 7 months

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(My first post!!!! I have a huge Jschlatt obsession so ofc he’s my first post 🤭🤭🤭)

Yummy alcohol

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Jschlatt x Female!Reader fluff

Summary: Reader is lonely and a hopeless romantic, goes out for a drink to calm down, meets drunk Schlatt instead.

Warnings: Alcohol, language, drunk Jschlatt (That’s a warning in itself)

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It’s been a tough week.

Your job has been sucky, and your boss has been giving you hell all week for you just doing your job.

You met Schlatt at a bar six months ago, you were with some friends but you didn’t really talk to them— and then the tall man bought you a drink.

(He says it’s because you looked sad but it was definitely because he thought you were cute)

You two got to talking, and you both hit it off.

You quickly realized that you were his only close friend who didn’t do content creation—meaning there were times that you couldn’t see him.

Which sucked a lot; he was like your rock— and you were crushing on him. Hard.

There was just something about the way he talked— his slick New York accent and his brash voice— and his tall stature- his broad shoulders— and his weird facial hair (which you grew to love), that just brought you in and didn’t let you go.

You came home from work, setting your keys down and sighing.

Your apartment was a mess- clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink. You just had no time to be clean, all because of this stupid job that you don’t even like.

You huff and rub your temples, some part of you is glad it’s Friday but the other part knows this bullshit will start again on Monday.

You decided to get a drink, go out to the bar and get wasted.

You slipped on a nice outfit, and matching shoes— fixing your hair well.

(It’s not Like you really cared how you looked- just wanted to get some attention to get some esteem)

And you walked out of your dingy apartment and into the even more dingy streets of Austin, Texas.

You entered the bar, sitting down and quickly ordering a drink.

You drank by yourself for a while, getting occasional drinks from douchebag college boys.

But, a large crowd caught your attention.

It was loud— so many voices filled the bar now. You watched them for no reason- but you’re glad you did because if you hadn’t you wouldn’t have noticed the tall New Yorker within the crowd.

From first glance he was normal, but as the group approached the bar you could see the faint pink dusted on his cheeks and the small stumble of his stride.

You were blushing- it was just a reaction at the sudden appearance of the tall man.

But you were so entranced by your thoughts that you were very startled when that same man slipped his arm around your shoulder.

“What’s your name, doll?” He asked, clearly drunk from his breath on your neck.

It took you a minute to process his words— then realizing he was so drunk he didn’t remember you.

“My Name is Y/N, what’s yours?” You say, deciding to play along.

“Schlatt.” He said, smiling, his arm still around your shoulder.

“Y/n’s a pretty name.. for a pretty broad.” He teased, laughing softly.

“Well That’s a weird beard for a handsome man.” You say back.

He laughs, “don’t say that about my beard, Doll, I worked hard for it.” He said, slurred.

“Here, let me get you a drink, hm? What does the pretty lady want?” He asked.

You blushed, but you tell him your favorite drink.

He orders for you, but you find yourself staring at him— and you find yourself caught.

“Like what you see; babydoll?” He said, smirking.

You blush, stammering.

Suddenly, you see Schlatt rest his head on the counter, snoring softly.

You’re confused— but you understand that he’s drunk, and that’s what drunk people do? Fall asleep randomly?

You shook him awake softly, and he lets out a grumble.

“What the hell y/n??” He said drunkenly. “Just let a poor guy sleep..” he says tiredly.

“Schlatt- I’m pretty sure you can’t sleep in a bar..” you say, worried about him.

“How about I finish my drink, and then I take you to my apartment that’s just a block away, okay? I don’t want you hurt.” You say softly.

He groaned, but he nodded.

You’ve never drank a glass of alcohol so fast.

You gulp it down, and just as you were about to pay, Schlatt slides his card in front of the bartender, paying for your tab.

It was around 10:30 pm when you both left the bar, walking a block to your apartment.

You let him inside, and you get him a glass of water.

(He’s been complaining about being thirsty for 10 minutes)

You yawn, really tired.

“ ‘m going to get pajamas on Schlatt, ‘m be back.” You mumbled out, going to your bedroom.

You come out in some comfy pajamas, and you have a blanket and a pillow for him to sleep on the couch.

You set up the couch, “Schlatt, Honey-“ You start, not Even meaning to use that pet name but you’re too tired to care. “You can sleep here tonight, okay? You’re welcome to my kitchen.” You said kindly.

He grunts- (so drunk he really can’t form sentance a) and he stumbles to the couch, plopping himself down after turning off the lights to the kitchen and living room.

You’re about to say goodnight and leave when Schlatt pulls you in, making you lay next to him on the couch.

“Really doll? Going to leave me all alone in the cold? Wow.. how rude.” He mumbles, holding onto you tight.

You sigh, laughing softly as you try and adjust in his arms, knowing that you won’t be able to escape anytime soon.

“Goodnight Schlatt.” You whisper, closing your eyes with him, and falling asleep in the arms of drunk Jschlatt.

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GUILT AND SHAME - 01

synopsis: after a messy dispute revolving around your toxic boyfriend, schlatt takes matters into his own hands and puts your safety over his. some feelings are unearthed that need dealing with. words: 7,130 warnings: drinking, toxic relationship, fighting, mild language notes: she/her pronouns used + reader wearing a dress

As you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the image of a confident and beautiful version of yourself, your boyfriend's voice cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife. His words dripped with disappointment and disapproval, making your heart sink. "I don't think I like this one," he said, his face twisted with a frown as he examined your dress. The underlying sense of dissatisfaction etched on his face made you feel self-conscious, and you suddenly became aware of how much skin the dress exposed. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching you with an exasperated glare, while you tried to hide the insecurity creeping up inside you. Your smile vanished in a split second, and your confidence evaporated into thin air, like a mist that disappeared under the harsh light of reality. His words hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering your self-assurance into a million pieces.

"You've already made me try on ten different dresses, I think this one's okay," you replied, unable to suppress the underlying frustration in your voice. You didn't want to waste any more time trying on different outfits that he would just criticize anyway. Examining yourself in the mirror once more, you noticed that he was still watching you, his eyes scanning your body as if he owned it. The possessive glint in his eyes made you feel wanted and desired and was somewhat endearing. He stood up, his eyes softening as he leaned in to brush a rogue strand of hair away from your face. "I just don't want people to be admiring what's mine," he stated with a smile, his fingertips grazing your face as he intently admired you.

As the notification pinged on his phone, he reluctantly pulled himself from the comfort of your bed, watching you bustle around your bedroom to gather your things. His tone was innocent enough, but there was a subtle edge to his question that you couldn't ignore. "Who's coming tonight?" he asked, his voice showing a hint of suspicion. You shrugged, not wanting to dwell on the possibility that he was trying to control who you spent time with. "Not sure, just a lot of people," you replied, your keys jingled as your locked your front door and placed them into your purse. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he opened the car door for you, his hand gently guiding you towards the waiting car. "Well, then I'll just have to stay with you to make sure I don't lose you," he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. Despite the unease in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth at his words; it was a sweet enough gesture.

Nestling into the backseat of the Uber, the scent of the leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine did little to quell the knot of nervousness that had formed in your stomach. The bright lights of the city flashed by in a blur, casting fleeting shadows that seemed to add to your unease. The noise of honking cars and bustling crowds filled your ears, drowning out your thoughts and leaving you feeling on edge. Despite your boyfriend's hand resting on your thigh, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension, as if you were walking into an unknown and potentially dangerous situation. The ride seemed to last forever, each passing moment bringing you closer to your destination and your mounting anxiety.

As you emerged from the car, the frigid night air nipped at your cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine. It wasn't just the chilly temperature that made you quiver, however, you knew he had a tendency towards jealousy, and the mere possibility of confrontation made your stomach churn. The air was thick with the sound of laughter and music, and the atmosphere hummed with palpable excitement, but it was tempered by a creeping sense of unease. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, as you ascended the front steps. The porch light illuminated the faces of the partygoers, casting eerie shadows that seemed to flicker and dance in the night. You scanned the crowd, but you couldn't spot anyone you knew yet. Your boyfriend's hand pressed firmly on your back, directing you towards the entrance, and you couldn't help but feel both relieved and apprehensive.

As you stepped into the party, the atmosphere engulfed you like a tidal wave of energy. The pungent smell of alcohol, sweat, and cologne hung heavily in the air as if daring you to navigate through the throngs of strangers. The music thumped loudly, making it difficult to hear your own thoughts. You scanned the crowd, noting the faces of unknown individuals in various states of intoxication. The cacophony of voices melded into a blur of sound, leaving you feeling like an outsider in a sea of conviviality. But then, your boyfriend's voice broke through the clamour, drawing you back to reality, "I'm going to go and get us some drinks don't go too far." He gave you a tender peck on the cheek and disappeared into the chaos. His cologne lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of his presence, leaving you feeling more isolated in the crowd. Nonetheless, your boyfriend was never one to leave you to your own devices for long.

Startled and caught off guard, you were momentarily frightened until a sudden, overwhelming wave of perfume assaulted your senses. An arm wrangled over your shoulder, pulling you back into a tight embrace with a forceful tug. The pulsating music thudded through the floor, reverberating through your chest as you strained to hear over the deafening noise of the party. Despite being in such close proximity that you could feel her hot breath on your neck, the words QT spoke were barely audible, lost in the cacophony of the crowd. As you turned to face her, you couldn't help but notice the warmth of her smile and the twinkle in her eyes that spoke volumes of the genuine happiness she felt at seeing you. You felt a pang of guilt, realizing that it had been months since you last saw her due to both of your busy schedules. However, you pushed the feeling aside, reminding yourself that you were together now, and that's all that mattered. You spoke for a while, lost in each other's company until you suddenly became aware of your empty hands and your sobriety. With a final goodbye, you set off on a quest to find your elusive boyfriend, disappearing into the sea of people once more.

As you made your way through the chaotic party, you couldn't help but marvel at how many people were crammed into one house. It was a true testament to your friend's social prowess. Pushing your way through the thick crowd, you couldn't avoid brushing against strangers who seemed completely unaware of their surroundings, It was tough to keep your balance amidst the groups of guests. It was like you were a tiny boat trying to stay afloat in a raging sea. Suddenly, someone who was clearly in as much of a hurry to get somewhere as you were, crashed into you. You stumbled and almost fell, but you simply just toppled into them as they barely budged, their tall sturdy figure acting as a cushion.

Grinning playfully, they jested, "Seems like you've had one too many, huh?" You stammered out a series of apologies, straightening your dress and composing yourself. Finally meeting Schlatt's gaze, you saw his brow raised and a mischievous grin on his lips. "You seem pretty sober," he observed, scrutinizing you with his eyes for a moment longer than necessary. He then took a swig from his bottle of honey-coloured beer, the liquid sloshing around inside. "I just got here," you explained as he finished his drink. "Why didn't you dress up?" you asked, looking at his casual attire of khakis, a sweater, and a cap, whilst everyone else was wearing something smart casual. He simply shrugged. "I'm not sure if I'll be sticking around long enough to bother dressing up," he replied, toying with the empty glass in his hand. You nodded in understanding, but as you tried to catch his eye, you noticed that he was scanning the crowd intently as if searching for someone or something.

As you spoke, his eyes softened and he half-smiled, "Have you lost someone?" you inquired. "No," he replied simply, his voice low and mellow, "I just didn't realize it had gotten this busy in here," he said, but his eyes told a different story. Despite the discrepancy, you didn't press the matter. Schlatt fiddled with the bottle in his hand, then looked up at you, "You look nice, by the way," he complimented you, causing a warm glow to spread through you. Almost immediately, though, you felt guilty for enjoying it. "Thanks," you replied coyly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I'm thinking maybe I should have dressed up now you're making me feel underdressed," he admitted with a hint of self-deprecation. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you jested, "You look alright, I suppose." His expressions softened, and he chuckled softly, "Alright," he mimicked you, "I'll take it, I guess." You both laughed, the sound barely audible over the jarring noise of the crowd. It was only then that you noticed how close you were standing to him. The heat radiating from his body almost touched yours, and the air between you was charged with a strange energy.

As a possessive grip took hold of your hips, you were pulled in by your boyfriend's confident demeanour. With a cocky grin spread across his face and two bottles gripped tightly in his hands, it was as if he was asserting his dominance over the situation. His tug towards him seemed like a demonstration of his control, and his conceited expression was an unmistakable display of his authority. The pull on your body was forceful as if to flaunt his power for all to see, especially Schlatt. The arrogance emanating from him was tangible, and he seemed to relish in his superiority. Schlatt's cheerful demeanour withered, not just from the sight of you being held like a predator with its prey, but from his appearance alone.

As he planted a lingering kiss on your cheek, your boyfriend's grip on your hips tightened. "I got your drink, babe," he declared with a hint of aggression, thrusting the glass bottle into your hand. In his eagerness, he spilt some of the golden liquid onto the floor. Schlatt's face twisted into an expression of revulsion, but he quickly concealed it, not wanting to give your boyfriend the satisfaction. "I'll see you around," he said before disappearing into the mob of people. Your annoyance was written all over your face, and your boyfriend's raised eyebrows only added to it. He took a sip of his beer as he asked what bothered you. With a soft tone, you chided him, "We were just talking. What was the need for that?" You toyed with the bottle in your hand, hesitant to start drinking. The bitterness of the beer only seemed to match the sourness of your mood.

With an air of superiority, your boyfriend justified his possessiveness with a condescending explanation. "I know how men operate, I don't trust him around you when he's drunk," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The suggestion that Schlatt would do something untoward in his inebriated state was absurd, and you couldn't help but recoil at the implication. A scoff escaped your lips as you took a step back, looking at him with disdain. "I can't believe you just said that," you retorted, feeling a wave of anger washing over you, "I'm not your fuckin' pet," you added firmly. Your words were like a cold bucket of water thrown in his face, and your boyfriend's expression quickly turned from anger to surprise. He seemed taken aback by your assertiveness, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he struggled to come up with a response. Finally, after a long pause, he spoke. "I'm sorry," he apologised, his voice low and contrite, "I didn't mean to imply that I don't trust you. It's just that... well, you're so beautiful, and I get jealous sometimes. I don't want to lose you." His tone was apologetic, sincere and filled with love but you'd already heard this a thousand times before and it was the final straw, and quite honestly hearing the words come from his lips made you feel nauseous.

Just as tensions were running high, QT arrived, almost as if on cue. Brazenly, she walked over to you and linked her arm with yours, gently tugging you away from your boyfriend who stood in shock. "Come with me to the bathroom, I need you to help me with my dress," she said softly, her tone a welcome relief from the heated argument. Without looking back, you allowed her to guide you through the sea of people towards the bathroom. Finding a quiet space, away from the chaos of the party, QT guided you to a room and shut the door behind her. Her voice was soft and genuine as she asked, "Is everything okay?" She had been watching and was clearly concerned, as she noticed the tears brimming in your eyes. You felt the tears threatening to spill over as you tried to hold back your emotions, but the concern in her eyes was enough to break your resolve. You let out a shaky breath before pouring out everything that had happened between you and your boyfriend, including the incident with Schlatt. Her lack of surprise was not unexpected, as she had always made her disapproval of how your boyfriend treated you known. Despite her concerns, she respected your decisions and allowed you to make your own choices, as long as you were happy. She agreed to stay nearby and keep an eye out for him, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to approach you until you had calmed down enough to make your own decision on what you wanted to do. Despite her own strong opinions on the matter, she made it clear that she would support whatever decision you made regarding your relationship with him.

As you opened the door to the party, the wave hit you once more. The overwhelming amalgamation of booze and perfumes hit your nostrils and wasn't quite as nauseating as it once was before, you gingerly sipped at your drink and followed your protector to a small group of people out of the way of the main crowd, a quieter place where you could actually hear your own thoughts and not worry about being caught in a stampede. As you joined the group, you recognized a few familiar faces and greeted them with a small smile. You noticed that your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief mixed with guilt. You didn't want to cause a scene or ruin anyone's night, but you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling in your gut. The group chatted and laughed, and for a moment, you forgot about your troubles. However, as the night progressed, the alcohol flowed freely, and the energy of the party grew wilder, you finally began to loosen up as it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

It was half an hour to midnight, and you had drank a decent amount of alcohol, enough to the point where you were decently inebriated but you were still very capable. Veering off from the group you were with, you ventured into the crowd to find a toilet. Unavoidably, there was a queue of a few people waiting. The amount of alcohol you had consumed made your abdomen ache, had you been sober you would have been fine, it's almost as if drinking beer shrank your bladder. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about being alone once more in the crowded party. You glanced around nervously, noticing how people were becoming more intoxicated as the night wore on. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned to see Schlatt standing behind you, a look of concern on his face. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he leaned in, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you recognized his familiar face. "Yeah, just waiting for the bathroom," you replied, smiling gratefully at him. Schlatt nodded.

"You decided to stay then?" You asked, surprised that he hadn't silently disappeared into the night. He smiled as he thought to himself, "I don't really have anything better to be doing," he stated indifferently. Schlatt's face had a drunken glow as he beamed down at you, his expression calm almost as if he did not have a care in the world. You nodded attentively, not wanting to engage in too much conversation with him as you weren't too sure where your boyfriend was. However, Schlatt seemed intent on talking and began to ramble about various topics, from the latest video games to politics. You found yourself nodding along, trying to be polite, but your mind was elsewhere. As you stood there, waiting for your turn, you couldn't help but think about your relationship with your boyfriend. His possessive behaviour and lack of trust had been slightly bothering you for a while now, but you had always tried to ignore it, hoping that things would get better. But tonight, his behaviour had crossed a line and you knew that you couldn't continue like this. Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when it was your turn to use the bathroom. As you finally entered the bathroom, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time to reevaluate your relationship.

Finally making your way back to the group after manoeuvring the crowd, it was close enough to midnight that people were soon beginning to count down. You couldn't help but feel a knot in your stomach as everyone else was, you should be standing arm in arm with your boyfriend preparing for a New Year's kiss, but here you were alone. In the midst of the crowd, you noticed a very familiar face who appeared to be extremely drunk; hair dishevelled, clothes ruffled and extremely sloppy looking. It was your boyfriend. Similar to the feeling of going down a slope on a rollercoaster, your stomach dropped when you noticed he was arm-in-arm with another woman. You didn't need to question him any further as on further inspection, he had lipstick marks smeared on his face. Your heart sank as you watched him laughing with her, his hands firmly planted on her hips just like he did to you only a few hours ago. You could feel an interminable amount of anger brewing from within.

He managed to lock eyes with you through the crowd, it was like time slowed down and everything went painfully slow for you to witness. Admittedly, you were hoping for his face to be overwhelmed with a shock that you had caught him, but instead, he just grinned and pulled her closer, his hands wandering her body as if he had done this before, a sense of familiarity. Your heart sank even further as you realized that he didn't even care that you had caught him in the act. It was as if he didn't even have the decency to feel ashamed or guilty. Anger boiled inside you as you watched him continue to flaunt his infidelity in front of you. As the countdown began and the crowd started shouting "3, 2, 1!", he pulled her close and vigorously pressed his lips onto hers, a prolonged kiss to further punish you. Your anger turned into hurt and betrayal as you watched the kiss. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that was happening. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as the new year began, but you were oblivious to it all. All you could focus on was the pain of being cheated on and the realization that the person you loved didn't love you back. The betrayal stung, and you wondered how you could have been so blind to not see the signs earlier. He was just projecting everything onto you, and how could someone so obsessed with his girlfriend cheat on her?

Your heart was pounding as you made your way through the sea of people, your eyesight blurry from the tears that wouldn't stop falling. The once festive atmosphere of the party was now suffocating, making it hard to breathe. You just had to get out of there, away from the suffocating atmosphere and the memories that now felt tainted. As you pushed your way through the crowd, the sound of music and laughter ringing in your ears, you felt tears streaming down your face, unchecked and unstoppable. You tried to keep your head down, to avoid the curious gazes of strangers who might wonder what was wrong with you, but it was impossible. You were a mess, a wreck, a walking disaster. It was then that you bumped into Ludwig, his smiling face a sudden intrusion in the midst of your pain. He asked what was wrong, his concern evident in his voice, and you wanted to lash out at him, to scream and curse and blame him for your misery. But you couldn't. He was innocent, and he was trying to help.

As you stepped outside, the cold night air hit you like a slap in the face, the sudden change in temperature causing you to shiver uncontrollably. You glanced up at the sky, taking in the burst of colours and sparkles that illuminated the darkness above you, the fireworks painting a beautiful but surreal scene in the otherwise quiet night. The loud booms echoed in your ears, making you feel even more disoriented and lost. You tried to take a deep breath, but your lungs felt constricted as if the reality of the situation was suffocating you. The sound of the party faded into the background as you struggled to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. Ludwig's voice broke through the silence, calling out to you with a note of panic in his voice. You turned around to see him hurrying towards you, his expression etched with concern. "Wait," he called out again, trying to catch up to you. His footsteps echoed on the pavement, the sound of them reminding you of how alone you felt at that moment. Suddenly, the sight of Schlatt getting into an Uber caught your attention. You were surprised to see him there, as you had presumed that he had gone home. He turned his head in your direction, his eyes widening as he noticed the commotion.

The bitter night air chilled you to the bone as you stood there, the warmth from the party now a distant memory. The glow from the fireworks continued to paint the sky in vibrant colours, adding an eerie beauty to the bleak scene. You could feel the weight of your heartache crushing your chest, making it difficult to breathe. As Schlatt approached, his imposing figure seemed to loom over you, but his gentle demeanour and genuine concern helped ease the tension. It was comforting to have someone there who seemed to understand, even if he didn't know the details of what had happened. Ludwig appeared grateful for Schlatt's intervention, stepping back to give him space to approach you. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of your quiet sobs. Schlatt's concern was palpable, and it was clear that he wanted to help in any way he could. You could see his mind working, trying to come up with a way to ease your pain.

Your boyfriend's slurred words were punctuated with the sound of his heavy breathing and the clacking of his shoes on the pavement as he emerged from the house, furious. The sharp scent of alcohol emanated from him as he stumbled closer, his eyes bloodshot and wild with anger. As he spoke, flecks of spittle flew from his mouth, landing on his chin and shirt. The atmosphere around you was heavy with tension, the air seeming to thicken with each passing moment. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as you braced yourself for whatever might come next. "It's what you deserved, you bitch!" Exclaimed your drunk boyfriend as he began to stumble through the front door and down the drive, almost falling on his face in the process. At that point, the two boys stood beside you and connected the dots. "And what a surprise to see you here," he growled drunkenly as he looked at Schlatt, his eyes blazing with fury. Schlatt's response was calm and measured. "It's no surprise to me," he said evenly. "I was invited." The tension in the air was palpable as your boyfriend wavered for a moment, seeming to consider his options.

Your boyfriend's words were filled with bitterness and accusation, his voice heavy with rage as he stumbled towards you. "I see the way you look at her, I'm not stupid," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Why are you so hurt? I should be the one that's hurt," he continued, his violent words spewing out of his mouth like venom as he tried to play the victim. With each step he took, his breath became more erratic, and his anger more palpable. "I wouldn't be surprised if you two had been fucking behind my back," he accused, his eyes blazing with fury. "So why am I in the wrong for doing the same?" The accusation hung heavily in the air, casting a dark cloud over the three of you as you stood frozen in shock and disbelief.

"You need to leave," Schlatt's voice was eerily calm, though you could see the anger in his eyes. As he spoke, you could hear the muffled whispers and murmurs of the partygoers gathering around, drawn by the commotion outside. Their curious faces peered out from the windows, and some even emerged from the door to get a better view. The sudden attention made you feel exposed and vulnerable as if every mistake you had ever made was on display for everyone to see. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, and you wished you could just disappear. Your mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, and it was difficult to even process what was happening. The ground beneath your feet felt unstable as if it could give way at any moment, and you struggled to keep your balance as you stood there, trying to make sense of it all. "Make me," your boyfriend violently spat as he was now within arm's length, the vile smell of alcohol emanating from his mouth. Your boyfriend's words were slurred and aggressive as he stepped even closer, his body tense and ready for a fight. Schlatt stood his ground, his face a mask of anger and frustration, but he didn't move to physically engage with the drunk man. You could feel the tension in the air reaching its peak, as partygoers continued to gather around the scene, murmurs and whispers rippling through the crowd. Your boyfriend's hot breath on your face was suffocating, and you felt a mix of fear and disgust as he continued to spew venomous words. "Make me," he repeated, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to be daring Schlatt to take action. It was clear that things could escalate quickly and you prayed for a peaceful resolution to the situation.

You couldn't help but feel torn between the desire to leave and the morbid fascination with what might unfold, almost as if you were watching a scene from a movie. Schlatt's unyielding presence was like a beacon of hope, his steadfast defence of you a reassuring reminder that not all men were like your drunken boyfriend. Your boyfriend's face twisted into a mask of rage, his fists clenched tightly as he took a step forward, challenging Schlatt to a fight. Schlatt's own fists were balled up, his jaw set in determination, but he didn't move from his spot. Instead, he held your gaze for a moment, a silent message passing between the two of you.

All of a sudden, your boyfriend, his face twisted with anger and drunkenness, had thrown a sloppy punch at Schlatt. In that split second, you could see the fear on Schlatt's face as he defensively pushed your boyfriend back. The suddenness of the violence caught you off guard, and your mind raced as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. As you watched in horror, the situation quickly escalated. Schlatt and your boyfriend were now locked in a violent struggle, their bodies entangled as they threw punches and grappled with each other. Your boyfriend's movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his system. Schlatt, on the other hand, seemed to have sobered up and was more agile than the inebriated mess in front of him. He stood his ground and dodged some of your boyfriend's drunken blows.

You stood there frozen, unsure of what to do as the fight continued to escalate. The chaotic scene unfolding in front of you made it difficult to keep track of the action. The air was thick with the sounds of fists striking flesh, grunts of pain, and desperate gasps for air combined with the screaming and shouting of the watchful party attendees. You could see the sweat dripping down the faces of both men, their breathing laboured as they continued to exchange blows. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, every movement amplified, every punch landing with a sickening thud. The anger and frustration in your boyfriend's eyes were palpable, and you knew that he wasn't going to give up easily. You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, and you desperately searched the crowd for someone who could help. Your boyfriend's movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, his punches lacking any real force or precision. It was clear that he was inebriated and not in control of his actions. Schlatt, on the other hand, had sobered up quickly, and his movements were calculated and precise.

Without hesitating, Ludwig quickly made his way through the crowd of party guests towards the brawl. As he reached the two men, he grabbed your boyfriend from behind, pinning his arms to his sides, and pulled him away from Schlatt. Schlatt stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented, before regaining his footing and stepping back, his hands raised in a defensive posture. Your boyfriend continued to struggle in Ludwig's grip, his face contorted with rage as he tried to break free. The sudden shift in the situation caught the attention of the other party guests, and several of them rushed over to help. Together, they managed to hold your boyfriend down and calm him down, while Ludwig and another guest escorted him out of the way. You turned to Schlatt, who was still catching his breath and offered him a hand to help him up. He took it gratefully, his expression a mix of relief and anger.

The sound of your voice was barely audible, barely above a whisper, as you managed to utter the two words, "I'm sorry." The weight of guilt and shame felt heavy upon you, causing tears to stream down your face. Your heart ached with regret, and you wished with every fibre of your being that you could turn back time and undo the events that had unfolded. You wished you had never attended the party, that you had stayed home instead. The words felt inadequate to express the depth of your remorse, but they were all you could muster at that moment. You lowered your gaze, unable to meet his eyes, consumed by the overwhelming sense of guilt that washed over you. "It's not your fault," Schlatt muttered hoarsely, his voice strained from the struggle, as you continued to stare at your feet, not wanting to look at his bruised face. His words brought you little comfort, as you still felt responsible for the chaos that had erupted.

After Schlatt had reassured you, the silence between the two of you was heavy, as you both struggled to come to terms with the violent events that had just unfolded. Finally, you mustered the courage to look up at Schlatt, his face now slightly discoloured and bloody from the fight. You asked him, "Are you okay?" Your voice was barely audible, still trembling from the shock of what had happened. Schlatt nodded, it seemed as if he was in more shock than pain despite the way his face was blemished with the lingering stains of the punches.

His face was still bloodied, you couldn't really help but notice how his brows furrowed, and how the moonlight accentuated his prominent features. Pulling you from a trance, "Let me take you home." Schlatt insisted, wiping his nose from the red liquid that was still slowly dripping. You were so close to just insisting that he go home himself as you had already gotten him in enough trouble but you secretly craved his company. You shyly nodded, turning around to your surprise to see that Schlatt's Uber was still parked on the curb, the driver obviously getting engrossed in all of the chaos that unfolded.

Schlatt opened the door for you and helped you into the back seat, careful not to get any blood on you. As he got in beside you, you couldn't help but notice how close he was sitting. You could feel his warmth radiating off him, and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. Despite the events of the night, being this close to him was comforting in a way that you couldn't quite explain. As the engine purred as the car pulled away from the curb, you stole a glance at Schlatt. Schlatt seemed lost in thought, his eyes staring blankly out the window. You wondered what he was thinking about, whether he was regretting the events of the night or if he was simply lost in his own world. You noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his muscles tense with a quiet intensity. It was clear that he was still processing everything that had happened that night,

s you sat in the car, the silence felt like a welcome respite from the chaos of the night. You took a deep breath and leaned your head against the window, watching the city lights pass by in a blur. The rhythmic sound of the car engine provided a sense of comfort, but as you neared your apartment building, a feeling of unease began to bubble up inside you. You didn't want to venture out alone, not with the silence being a microphone for your own horrible thoughts.

After a moment of hesitation, you turned to Schlatt and asked softly, "Do you want to come in?" His surprise was evident as he swivelled his head towards you, a glint in his eyes. His response was just as soft, still laced with the daze of the night, "Sure." As you got out of the car and made your way to the entrance of the building, fumbling with your keys as he stood behind you. As you slowly made your way to your apartment door, you couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort knowing he was with you. It was nice to know how he didn't push for conversation and just followed you quietly. Once inside, your numbed body collapsed onto the couch as you let out a deep sigh, not even having bothered to turn on the lights, the darkness was almost a comfort in itself.

As Schlatt followed you in, he lingered by the doorway of the hallway, looking around at the surroundings that were shrouded in a veil of darkness, taking in what he could of his new surroundings. "Are you okay?" He asked, which amused you slightly, knowing it was a silly question but his heart was in the right place. "I just," you stammered, staring into space, "I just don't know." But unlike your boyfriend, you knew you didn't need to give him a concise answer as he understood you, he always had. It was clear that he didn't want to bring up the wrong thing or say something that would upset you even further, so he remained silent. It was so quiet you could hear his fingers comb through the facial hair on his cheeks, even being able to hear his weight shifting from one leg to the other as the floorboards creaked.

"Was he right?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The question had been nagging at you all night, and you couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. Schlatt's silence made your heart race as you awaited his response. He leaned against the doorway, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights outside. "Was he ever right about anything?" he finally replied, his tone cold and dismissive. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful that he was on your side. But as you held his gaze, doubts crept in, and you wondered if he was just saying what you wanted to hear. You didn't want to push him further, knowing he had already been through enough that night. So you remained silent, letting the conversation come to a natural end.

Schlatt finally straightened himself and wandered off into your apartment, his footsteps heavy and concise as he began to explore. You watched as he took in his surroundings with a curious gaze, his eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other. He seemed lost in thought as he wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, the fridge door swinging open with a creak followed by a faint buzz of static. You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you listened to the sound of him rummaging through your fridge, the clinking of glass bottles and the rustling of plastic containers filling the silence of the apartment.

As he settled onto the couch, you noticed how he winced as he shifted his weight, indicating that he was probably still in pain. His eyes looked tired, and his movements were slow and deliberate. He handed you the bottle of water with a gentle grip, careful not to spill any of it, and you eagerly took a long gulp of the refreshing liquid, feeling the coolness of it spread throughout your body. Meanwhile, Schlatt had retrieved a bag of frozen vegetables from your freezer and was now holding it to his swollen face. You couldn't help but wince at the sight, still feeling guilty for dragging him into the mess that had transpired earlier. "Thanks for this," you said, gesturing towards the water bottle. Schlatt simply nodded in response, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the couch with an exhausted exhale. You leaned your head back as well, feeling the exhaustion begin to wash over you.

As the silence stretched on, your mind raced as you replayed the events of the night over and over again. You couldn't help but notice the way Schlatt had complimented you, how his gaze had lingered just a little too long. Was it all in your head, or did he feel something too? The possibility made your heart race, but you quickly tried to quell those thoughts, knowing that it was probably just wishful thinking on your part. The sound of his breathing next to you was a comforting presence, but at the same time, it only made you more aware of the thoughts swirling in your head.

Your hand felt heavy as if it was filled with lead, but you couldn't stop yourself from inching it closer to him. Your fingers trembled as they delicately danced towards his thigh, almost as if they were detached from your brain. You knew it was a bad idea, but the temptation was too strong to ignore. His eyes met yours as he looked at you with a mix of emotions, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. His hand moved to yours, his fingers interlocking with yours, and a gentle warmth radiated from his touch. You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, lost in the moment, with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart to fill the silence, but as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. He pulled away abruptly, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He averted his gaze, frustration etched onto his features, and you could feel your heart sink at the sudden shift in mood.

He announced, his tone slightly chagrined, "I think you're confused." He paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating his words before continuing, "I want you to be sure of what you're doing before you start messing with my feelings," he admitted. His eyes held a mix of vulnerability and caution as he looked at you, waiting for your response. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and uncertainty, realizing that you might have been acting impulsively without considering the potential consequences. You sat there, nodding slowly in agreement, the weight of his words sinking in. Deep down, you knew he was right, and you had to come to terms with your own feelings before potentially hurting him. It was easy to get caught up in the moment, especially when you had been longing for this kind of attention for so long. But you couldn't deny the nagging doubts that lingered in the back of your mind.

"I should probably head home," he said, groaning as he stood up from the couch. His eyes seemed unusually gentle as he looked down at you, almost as if he felt a tinge of regret for leaving you in this state. "Take all the time you need," he added, "and get some rest." You watched in silence as he moved around the apartment, returning the frozen vegetables to the freezer and making his way towards the front door. He paused for a moment, turning to give you a brief but meaningful "goodnight" before disappearing into the darkness.

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Because you did that cute Jschlatt fic about him knowing he’d marry the reader, would you mind doing one where he proposes to his gf? I thought it might be sweet lol

you're worth all the stress in the world ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : flowers? check. ring? also check. confidence? maybe not so much. the pair did do the romantic dinner date schtick often, but tonight was different. y/n is worried at the state of her boyfriend, and he's even more so.

info : light swearing, she/her reader, and sweet fluff ! it's fairly long for a heads up !

a/n : I DO NOT MIND ! thank you sm for requesting by the way, greatly appreciate your support and i really hope you enjoy and lived up to the desired sweetness. this one is for you anon ! friendly reminder too that i absolutely adore requests. ( i also have no idea what the japanese in the gif below says but hopefully it ties in. )

With another candle lit, he took a step back to admire what scene he's made of their shared dining room and kitchen space; and then cringed. Was he being too sappy? He wasn't exactly the kind of guy to be overly romantic, know the exact thing to say or how to say it. And yet here he was, having months in advance been planning out the perfect proposal for who he found to be the perfect girl. He considered an expensive restaurant, he considered flying her out of the country. But as those restaurants waitlists could go into years, and his anxiety of losing her in the meantime heightening (not that it was a real concern, abandonment issues over the years made it much harder for him to keep still even if their relationship had been nothing but bliss). He opted for a quiet, sentimental proposal in their own home, planned under the night of a meteor shower. Other people didn't need to witness it, he actually preferred it to be kept as a tender memory between the two without some random fuck coming to ruin it.

He thought every last detail through... Except now as he set the table and lit candles for atmosphere: everything seemed so off, she deserved the world, so much better than this... And in his head he knew she deserved someone better than him. No. He had to stop thinking like that, but the candle arrangements are off. At this rate she'll come home to an imperfect scene–...

"Schlatt?" Her voice questioned from the darkness, he spun around, caught red handed in the middle of the crime. Shit, he uttered out under his breath, she got home early tonight. Although his mind began to race, it softened seeing the unmistakably bright smile that grew across her lips. Her eyes darted towards unscented, lit candles, a set table for two and their missing blinds for their windows. "I uh, I didn't think you'd get home so early." He was pretty adamant that morning to enjoy the full day with her friends, "I missed you. They're fun and all, but you know... I wanted to come home to see you, you were really jumpy this morning. I worried." Setting her purse down and approaching, the simple confession almost had him doubling over from how much his heart burst.

She was always so compassionate, it took him so long to open up to her about his insecurities: feeling unworthy, unwanted. And since she's made sure to never let him feel alone like that again, all the more reason he wanted this woman at his side till the end of time. "I really wanted to surprise you..." He caught himself before realizing she might not have realized the full intent of the surprise date. "...Because I knew how much you'd love watching the meteor shower tonight. It just had to be perfect, y'know?" Even if his excuse was valid, and true: he chose tonight of all nights knowing the skies would be clear and a real sight, his stress never left his tense expression or shoulders.

Gentle hands found themselves upon them, rubbing gently and giving a slight smirk, "I didn't think it had to be such a big thing, but I'm definitely not complaining. You know how much I love seeing you dressed up. You're making me feel underdressed." Bingo. The opening to give himself the privacy to tuck the Prussian blue box in his pockets, considering that it was still tucked into the back of the shelf of his nightstand. "I can get changed." He spoke quickly, too quickly, and his heart sunk seeing the small frown that curved upon his lovers lips. "Are you okay? Is there something on your mind you want to talk about? I can change, it's no issue." Gentle doe eyes, those same eyes that caused his heart to flutter into his throat, practically begged for him to spill.

He knew for both their sakes he had to keep his mouth shut, this wouldn't be the proposal she deserved. If it was bad would she say no..? He could barely choke out a reply, "yeah, it's just... Can you excuse me for a minute?" "Yeah, sure–" And like that he was gone, speed walking down the hall to their shared bedroom. Her arms found herself as she nibbled at the inside of her cheek, trying to think back at his projects and work to what could be the culprit. He was hiding something, that much was evident, but what? The fact he was so adamant about rushing to their bedroom first, about keeping her out of the house, her heart sunk... Was she supposed to be here? She trusted Schlatt, more than anyone else in the world, but he was acting so out of character. She had half a mind to walk into their bedroom unannounced just to feed her curiosity, her fears. But she shook the idea away, he would never. Then what could be stressing him out to the point of having a heart attack?

She didn't have much more time to dwell, a savoury sweet aroma wafted her nose, her eyes shifting their gaze to the kitchen. She was so caught up in Schlatt and his off behaviour to not have realized the intricate dishes that sat upon the counters. With the light on, illuminating the inside of their oven, she noticed that's where the majority of the remarkably delicious scent came from. She approached to get a closer look, noticing the exceptionally beautiful bronzed fish that sat inside, roasting she guessed. From the corner of her eye she noticed his figure reemerging, and she took the moment to try and lighten the mood. "Since when could you cook?" He actually slightly jumped at the unexpected sound of her voice. "Since they've called me Chef Schlatt." He was visibly less fidgety, and her eyes caught notice of the rectangular wrapped box now held in his hands.

Little known to her he had taken the time to in panic call Ted who had reassured him, reassurance he desperately needed. What sounded as a joke to her question of the one-eighty of his cooking skills was actually the truth. For the past four months he'd manage to secretly cram culinary lessons in preparation for tonight and hopefully the rest of their lives. "What's with the box?" To say she was relieved to see his noticeably less (albeit still) stressed out self was such an understatement; the box itself she could tell he wrapped from it's little imperfections, she loved it. "Well... You mentioned feeling underdressed." He didn't show it but some part of him felt wrong giving her the gift of the dress (if you're not comfortable with them feel free to imagine any other formal/fancy attire) he'd seen her eyeing for the past while. It was meant to be an engagement gift, not a method to save time since he hadn't even finished cooking or arranging the area. "I wanted to give this a bit later but while you change I can finish up setting up here. That alright with you, toots?"

An inquisitive smile as the gift changed hands, it only took a tear and removing the top of two cardboard pieces that made up the box. She audibly gasped, "you didn't." "I did." Seeing the absolute joy upon the features he adored so much made him want to buy another fifty of them. Her happiness and ease infected him, having her be much less suspicious also helped with his own anxiety. "So this is what you've been worried about? If I'd like it?" Giving him an out he mentally thanked her, "yeah, now you get dressed alright? I have to finish setting the table." She admired the silk that made up the intricate garment, "I really don't deserve you, huh?" The sudden phrase caught him off guard. "What? No, I don't deserve you darling. You do so much for me, let me spoil you tonight, alright?" He moved to the side so he could reach down to kiss her temple endearingly, his own heart warming at just the feel of her skin. She made a mental note to spoil him as best she could within the following days, unbeknownst of the greatest gift that could be given later on in the evening.

Changing, with him insisting to take her time for the sake of preparation, it ended up taking a lot longer than either expected. "Schlatt!" "Yes?!" "Can you come here and help me zip up the dress?!" "Coming!" And when he entered the room... My god, he was sure he walked into heaven with the goddess that stood before him. The subtle sparkle of the gown giving her an effect of wearing a blanket of stars. She had even done her going-out rituals of doin up herself and her hair since he put in such an effort to make tonight beyond their casual dates (to which she wasn't complaining, nor did she understand why). "Wow." Was all he breathed out, breathless, unable to stutter out anything else; he was completely smitten all over again. It made his mind quickly flash to what it'd be like seeing her in a wedding dress, seeing her walk down that isle to officially become his in the eyes of the law.

A sheepish smile graced her lips, his gaze filled with nothing but endearment and love made her flush under it. She could feel how much he loved her by that completely awed expression alone. "I should buy you this kind of shit more often." He chuckled, a more suave front coming into play whilst she turned around for him, having it clear as day to see the zip. One hand found itself at the swell of her hip to hold her still with a gentle grip, the other grabbing hold of the little thing and with ease zipped it up. She spun around to meet his eyes, "thanks." "Anything for my pretty girl."

One hand cupping hers, he lead her to their newly transformed kitchen and dining area; furniture pushed to the other end of the open space, leaving for a more isolated and professional feel. Windows cleaned without a single speck of dust left behind, and as if the skies themselves were in favour of this night with how clear the city sky seemed. Shimmering stars making themselves known, which in of itself was a surprise. "You think the city shut down for a day for the sake of seeing the sky tonight?" "I don't know what caused it, I'm just happy my prayers went to good use." She didn't get a chance to question him, as he pulled out her chair with a charming smile. "M'lady?" She took the seat with a silly grin after hearing his gags behind her, "remember to remind me never to say that again."

This was the Schlatt she knew, the one who was always so damn bubbly and managed to get the most genuine laughs out of her. And somehow he mixed together with this attempt to be charming, it was a sight to see surely, and as the night continues on she noticed this nervousness return to him. Dinner was a blast, roasted crispy skin salmon with a brown sugar citrus glaze, paired with his best attempt to make her favourite dessert from scratch. It only reminded her of how lucky she was, how this handsome, giant of a man who on the surface was jaded and immature could be so... Gentle. Immensely thoughtful and invested in her, with eyes for only her, just for her.

She didn't think she could get any luckier, how could she? But she could.

It took only a moment for her to trade her glance from him to their almost humorously large windows, that was his cue. "You wanna step out on the balcony to see better?" His heart pounded so hard in his chest everything was drowned out by blood pumping in his ears, he could barely hear her reply but when she took his hand and stood he presumed it to be a yes. Sliding glass doors open and stepping out to their closet sized balcony, it was large enough to hold a small table and bistro chairs but that had long been retired inside. He had just enough room to get on one knee, but he had to wait for the perfect moment.

They both leaned against the partial glass railing, his sights unable to look up at the thousands of falling rocks that made for a perfect backdrop for what happens next, his gaze only rested on the side profile of the woman that always harboured in his mind and heart. Her smile, plastered across her face, he wished that if he had to forget it all; he'd at least remember the serene bliss of seeing her happy, his woman. "Y/n?" "Mhm?" She replied, turning her head to his direction, the reflection of the scenic view before him reflected in her eyes. A hand found itself cupping her cheek, similarly to the morning he made up his mind, the morning he knew she would be his wife... Only if now she'd let him.

"Darling..." He let out in a soft sigh, pausing for just a minute before continuing. "...I don't even know what to say." He chuckled out, a small, genuine smile spread on plump lips. "I will never be able to fully express to you how much you mean to me, or just what you do to me." The pair slightly backed up from the railing, giving them the space to fully face each other, his other hand finding her other cheek as he moved in. "Schlatt," she grinned, a tinge of cardinal rouge blooming across her visage. "I'm telling the god honest truth when I say that I can't picture my life without you. You're it for me." He gently kissed her forehead, seeing her glowing at his words but still unsure of where this was going...

Until he backed up to bend down, and her eyes completely went wide. He could see her lips part in a slow inhale, starting as an 'o' shape before growing to an ear-to-ear grin that her hand shot up to cover. "Y/n L/n, the woman of my dreams, my pretty girl, my little dumbass..." This was the most confident he'd been all night, and seeing her so visibly happy made everything worth it. Every late night of preparation, ranting to friends and money spent; it was all worth it. "...would you..." Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the box, he flipped it open and presented it to her as she shrieked at the sight. The most breathtaking ring she'd ever seen, and knowing it was handpicked by Schlatt himself made it even more special. "...do me the honours of becoming my Mrs. Y/n Schlatt?"

She froze, before tears spilled as she nodded enthusiastically, unable to form the word 'yes' just from how overwhelmingly happy she was. The grin upon her now fiancé's lips grew tenfold, as he stood and took hold of her left hand to slip the ring upon her ring finger. She rubbed away the tears, steadying her breath as she calmed herself. "There would be nothing else in this world I'd ever want." He was quick to snake his arms around her waist, lips firmly planted upon hers for the first time as husband and wife to-be.

Once pulled away, only then had it hit her that all his stressing out and odd behaviour was because of her. "Oh my god, looking back I guess I was a little oblivious huh? I'm sorry I made you stress out so much." A lighthearted scoff escaped his throat, "you? I was stressing myself out sweetheart. It doesn't even matter anymore, you're worth all the stress in the world. I love you so damn much, Mrs. Schlatt."

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