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A - Apprehensive — How apprehensive is he when he falls for someone? How long does it take for him to open up?

Schlatt had never expected to harbour feelings for you. You were his friend, someone he got comfortable with after knowing for a long period of time. You were the person he would talk to and text at the most random times of the day about even more random topics. Messing with you and bullying you slowly turned into friendly flirting, calling you 'sweetheart' and 'darling' on the occasional discord call. And him forgetting how to speak if you use his own tactics against him, calling him 'sweetheart' and 'handsome', noticing the red crawling up his neck and ears and eventually his face. He would throw the most absurd innuendoes at you because you rolled with it, even firing some back at him to keep up the back-and-forth banter. It was all done so effortlessly, he didn't think too deeply about it. Not until he had to come to terms with what his actual feelings for you were, and why you were the last person he thought about before going to bed and the first person when he'd blink his eyes open in the morning.

But as soon as he would come to accept that maybe he likes you more than just a friend, he could not help but think of all the ways it could go downhill. Sure, he believed that you should always shoot your shot, but at the same time, somewhat hypocritical of him, he doesn't want to lose you or create any awkwardness between the two of you. Not only that, it's simply so easy to have a pessimistic outlook these days, and with how the internet is, anxiety would creep up on him when he would think about how you two would navigate the relationship-- thinking all this before even confessing. There would also that small cynical part of him that doubts if you would truly like him back.

 Though he was apprehensive about having a relationship with you, all the negative thoughts and anxieties looming over his head like a dark cloud, he could not let those thoughts push away someone so dear to him. Likewise, he could not let some nerds on the internet scare him and affect this part of his life. Countless late-night calls would be held between the trio, Ted, Charlie and himself, just talking about all the things he could and should do. Since the other two are already in a somewhat public relationship, they'd have ample advice for him along with his own ideas on how to go about it. Hearing one of them offhandedly say, "...take too long and someone else might swoop in and take them." might ignite a new sense of urgency in him.

B - Backrubs— Does he like getting backrubs or massages from his partner after a stressful day? And does he reciprocate?

 Schlatt is a big guy, standing 6'3 and towering over almost every person he meets. He has already mentioned multiple times about how his back is always hurting. Now pair that with a day loaded with work and being hunched over his desk. The awful posture would surely strain his spin along with his shoulders and neck. You would hear him groan and wince every now and then when he is seating himself next to you or getting up to grab some water. When you would offer him a back rub or massage, he wouldn't be able to decline. "Oh honey, you don't have to do that..." but he'd already be craning his head to the side as your hands would press on the nape of his neck, applying enough pressure to release some of that stress stored in his muscles. 

 When you would sit next to him or hold him and rub the length of his back, an odd but relaxing sense of relief would wash over him. Difficult to describe- it's entirely and wholly comforting. The feeling of your palm caressing up and down his back, or side to side on his shoulders, occasionally dipping past the hem or neckline of his shirt to feel the soft and warm skin underneath. Your fingertips would raise goosebumps and he would hum, the touch making him feel simply satisfied-- happily content to have someone like you to share these tender moments with. It's a rather small but important act of affection. 

 Schlatt, him and his big ol'hands-- look like they would give such amazing massages and backrubs. He kind of wouldn't know what he's doing the first time, treating you a bit like how he would treat Jambo and hoping you feel somewhat relaxed. It's the thought that counts, right? So you might have to direct him where to put pressure. He also seems like the type to watch videos on how to properly give a massage after the first time.

 When you would be glued to your desk, Schlatt would be the one to come over quietly, placing something to eat on your desk and asking you when you'd be finished with work. As he's talking to you in a low voice, careful not to disturb the focused atmosphere of the office, his large hands are on the balls of your shoulders, squeezing gently and working their way down your arms. 

 When you both would be laying down on the bed or on the couch, your back flush against his chest, almost absentmindedly his hand would start rubbing circles or squeezing you along your hips and waist, slowly moving towards the base of your back. He would run his thumb up and down the curve of your spine, being anything but surprised if you'd fallen asleep because of him.

C - Camera — Does he take pictures of you or you two together? What does his gallery look like after being with him?

Not too many, but enough to see your face pass by with every scroll of his thumb. Perhaps in the beginning, he held back from taking any pictures. Since he wasn't too comfortable with having a camera angled towards him, he would probably not pull out his phone often for that matter. He is also a pretty private person, not the type to whip out his phone at every moment, but once you two break the ice that comes with dating, pictures of you would slowly start to take up a majority of his camera roll. A smaller majority compared to Jambo that is.

 There would be pictures of you two together—one where your faces are smooshed against each other's and it takes over the entire frame. Your hand can be seen pressing his face closer by the chin, his eyes squinting as he tries to hide his smile, pretending to be annoyed; one where you're both dressed up for a date, where he's a bit reluctant about being in the picture with you but when you lean your head against his chest and he sees how perfect you two look next to each other, he happily complies; one where he's fallen asleep on you and you open the camera on his phone to take a picture of the precious moment, his face pressed against your neck and your fingers lazily in his hair.

 There would be solo shots of you, one where you asked him to take a picture of the sky and its changing colours, but instead, he takes the picture with you against the sunset. It would always makes him lose his train of thought when he would look back at it. There are ones where you're in his hoodie or covering your face with one of his hats. And the ones of you where you're in the kitchen with him, covered in the aftermath of his foolery, white flower on your head trailing all the way down to your pants. Whenever you would look at that picture, you'd be pulled back to that moment and remember his shit-eating grin as he was taking out his phone to take the picture.

 And of course, he would have a special album for all the blackmail material against you. The sequence of pictures where Schlatt caught you in your not-so-finest moments which are then followed by half-blurry pictures where you chase after him or grab his phone out of his hands, a failed attempt at deleting the pictures because he locked his phone at lightening speed.

 There would be a picture he would hold so close to his heart that he might even consider having it printed and framed for his desk or wallet. It is would be heartwarming picture of you and the two cats, all curled up on the couch fast asleep. He would take quite a few different angles but his favourite is the top-down view, fully capturing the moment. You're wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, Jambo under your arm and the black cat curled by your lap laying on top of the blanket. He would be just smiling to himself like a goof whenever he'd be looking at the picture.

D - Date Night — How do dates with him usually go? Are they fancy and romantic or more casual and fun? [This is different from the previous one, which was first date]

The usual dates would be casual and laid back. You would get off of work and Schlatt would pick you up from your place or you would agree to meet up at the restaurant. A hug, a kiss on your cheek, then you'd be walking towards your table. Dinner and drinks with quiet conversations between you two as he would reach across the table to hold your hand. And if you two were sitting on the same side of the booth, he would put his arm around your shoulders. Sure, you two might have already had dessert but why not get some ice cream and drive around a bit after that?

 And there would be some casual dates that would be more than just going out to eat. Sometimes it would be going to the arcades or amusement parks, where one of you would beg the other not to on the scary rollercoasters or thrill rides, but would end up going anyways. And one of you would be screaming at the top of your lungs while the other would somehow manage to laugh and enjoy the ride. Schlatt might not be able to win against the crane games, "They're all fucking rigged I tell you." but he would be able to get you one of those tall stuffed teddy bears. His skilful shooting and aim would come in full use as he would knock down all the cans or pop all the balloons with the toy rifle, all while a cocky grin would be plastered on his face.

 It would be nice to go out on more romantic dates every once in a while. Seeing you all dressed up would make him ditch the hoodie for something more classy like a freshly ironed button-down shirt with dress pants [black button-down schlatt I repeat black button-down schlatt]. He would try to make these romantic and fancy dates unique and memorable from the others. One time it would be on the top story floor with the entire city as its view, another time it would be something more extravagant. He would want to make each date better than the last one, wanting to see that smile and surprise painted on your face. But he would also tier himself out, trying to figure out what the next date should be and instead stressing himself out.

 At moments like these, you would suggest having a more simple date night, like the ones you had at the beginning of your relationship. Movie or game night dates with [an attempt at] a homecooked meal. The alcohol would already be buzzing in your head, bringing a warm red blush on Schlatt, as you would figure out what to cook together. When the food is on the stove, Schlatt's arms would be wrapped around your waist, hugging you from the back. His hands would slide to your hips and slowly sway you to the tunes playing in the background. With another sip of his liquid courage, he'd be more daring in his steps, bringing you out to the open area of the kitchen. A soft smile would set on his face as he would twirl you and try to gracefully dip you with one arm holding the small of your back, before pulling you back up to meet his lips.

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i8

fluff

t/w: Distrust/Suspension, descriptive kiss and make out.

a/n:....so im alive and my exams didn't kill me ^^. but it did take me half a month to actually post something soooo~ anyways, I hope everyone is doing well and enjoy! This has been sitting in my drafts since November I feel like it could still be better but i don't know how T-T

Away from the chaos and social ramble of the Christmas gathering, Schlatt escaped into a faraway room on the second floor which happened to look like a small study. The walls adjacent to the door were lined with ceiling-length bookshelves, deep mahogany in colour, and in between one of the shelves was a fireplace. Dividing the room into two, there was an area for sitting, with a couch and coffee table in front of the fireplace, and there was an area for writing which had a large desk opposite to the couches. The balcony was visible through the sliding glass doors, it had upon it a thick layer of untouched snow.

It was easily brought to Schlatt's attention that even this room was not safe from holiday decoration; garlands lined the tops of the bookcases and alternating green and red stockings hung on the deck of the fireplace. The centre coffee table was decorated with for-show gift boxes wrapped in various colours. Even the scent of sugary Christmas treats and savoury snacks managed to sneak into the room. 

Quietness filled the room, for the most part, Schlatt could only hear the low chatter of everyone speaking downstairs since most of it was drowned.

Though the holiday season was joyous and everyone gathered happily to mingle with one another, Schlatt found himself standing alone in the room farthest from everyone. There seemed to be a recurrence of Schlatt's tight-lipped frown and furrowed brows. 

Standing turned into pacing.

And with pacing followed the feeling of uneasiness and doubt.

Schlatt was thinking, once again for the nth time this month, about you. 

Your sly flirting and paying special attention towards Schlatt had not gone unnoticed. Your attempts had planted a seed of curiosity in him which slowly but surely blossomed into fondness. He himself was pleasantly surprised by this. Flattered even to the point of catching himself smiling like an idiot at the prospect of what could happen and where it could lead. 

But these thoughts were short-lived as his mind too quickly was plagued with distrust.

Schlatt was deep in thought, trying to detangle his pasts from his present while staring out into the heavy snowfall. The wind carried the snow in fluffy white swirls. The door handle turned and he wasn't sure if you were the last person he wanted to see or the first. His thoughts were like a ball of yarn that fell prey to Jambo's paws. 

"Hey." 

Schlatt only nodded back at you, taking notice of the two mugs that you were holding and carefully walked in with. 

"Not liking the party?" You asked, handing him a red mug of hot chocolate. The mug was piled with marshmallows and he distinctly remembered that there was a shortage of marshmallows in the kitchen. You must've saved some for him or gone to the extent of going out and buying some. Schlatt's fingers ever so slightly grazed yours and you wanted to make it last as long as you could, taking a step towards him... but within a split second, he retrieved his hand back awkwardly. He averted his attention to the books on the shelf.  

Schlatt was wearing his usual clothes; a black sweatshirt with beige pants and white sneakers. He looked the furthest from having a festive spirit. His chestnut hair never failed to look soft, even when going through another phase of change.

Your gaze on him was gentle, done without realising it. Every time you looked at him, his features would captivate your attention; the way he’d fold his arms, furrowed his brows or the way his bottom lip would pout sometimes. Though it is impossible, you would admire him for hours if you could. Schlatt had somehow gotten used to it, the feeling of your eyes trained on him. He could almost always tell whenever you were looking at him. "What are you trying to do?" he asked, breaking the quiet.

Giving him a questioning look, your brows knit as you slightly shook your head. "What am I trying to do?" 

"You know," Schlatt turned, "Your advances. Your sudden change in behaviour and your particular attention to me." 

"Are they… unwelcomed?" 

His face felt warm at the question. Schlatt huffed out in what seemed to be annoyance, "And that. All that endless teasing or whatever it is."

"I thought I was a bit more subtle with it but I guess..." You said more to yourself than him, shrugging in slight embarrassment. You placed your mug of hot chocolate down on the table and took a step closer to him. With the balcony to your side, you felt the slight chill of the weather passing through the glass doors. "So? Are you going to do anything with that information?" 

The small curl of your lips made Schlatt's eyes narrow. The gaze they held- or rather the glare, was broken for a split second, looking away from you to the side. When his eyes drew back, you first thought that you saw anger in them but you quickly found it to be frustration. Indecisiveness even. "A fling? Like, is that what you're looking for?

"I'm actually not." You said, taken aback by his words. But not shaken. Have your actions not written everything out by now? You leaned on the glass door with your shoulder, the cold pressing through your sweater. "You think I'm a fling type of person?" 

Schlatt again looked at you, between your eyes from left to right and back. Really searching for something. "I'm just...being careful." 

"I'm looking for a lot more than just a fling." Sighing, you felt dejected. "I was." You tried to approach him slowly and revealed your likeness by one small fraction at a time. But for whatever reason, his walls seemed to only stand taller and guarded heavily. Looking down, your hope was slipping. With now a cold shoulder, you leaned off of the door to leave the room as well as Schlatt. 

But catching you by surprise, Schlatt stepped in front of you. Not only did he block your path to the door but he had you standing between the glass door and himself, leaving as little as a few inches between you two. Schlatt raised one hand towards you and instinctively you took another step back and bumped into the glass. His fingers brushed against your hair as he plucked something out of it.

The absolute closeness and the tension of it had your nerves. Be it the way he looked at you or the pent-up longing you had harboured for him, words escaped your lips before you could stop them. "My feelings for you are genuine Schlatt. They," Your heart was beating up your throat "... are as exactly as I've shown them." 

Held between his index finger and thumb was a red berry. You get caught off guard by it. Schlatt looked up and you followed his gaze. There were green branches, adorning long thin leaves and ruby red berries. Tied to the frame of the balcony door by a shimmering red ribbon was a small bouquet of mistletoe.

Without taking your eyes away from the berry caught between his fingers, you spoke, "Do I still have to say more?"

Your anticipation silenced and the distance between the two of you finally closed. His lips on yours were gentle. They barely even pressed down on yours. The timidness showed through as his hands remained where they were, even though they wanted to lace with yours or hang around your waist. It was as though he was testing the waters- making sure you were okay with this. Making sure he was okay with this. Schlatt looked for signs of discomfort, whether you wanted to stop, step back, or perhaps rethink your likeness of him. But you didn't. Eyes closed and hand moving to his chest on its own accord. You kissed him back, just as gently as he did.

Soft.

His lips were unusually soft. Yes you had imagined that they would be so but to actually feel them for the first time, your mind had stopped working. All you would focus on was the pressure of him on you. 

Schlatt, having initiated the kiss first, was also the first to pull away. His habit of staring at you- into you, did not seem to cease. Looking into your eyes, looking for something- anything that could possibly hint or prove his suspicions to be true. But staring back at him was just you. You and your dilated pupils drawn on him showed only trust and honest intentions. 

“If you try anything-” Schatt started.

“-Nothing you wouldn’t like.” your small voice retorted before he could finish. Your teasing once again brought out the redness of his face, along with your own this time. In a swift motion, Schlatt’s hand moved to flatten against the door with a thud. With his hand right next to your head, you felt even more enclosed than before. You had a way of getting on his nerves, without even trying

There was another beat of silence that filled the room. Schlatt remained in the same position, and so did you. Standing in each other's space, you were almost sharing the same breath. You had not realised but this single small kiss made your chest heave. You continued to heaven as you stared into Schlatt’s eyes. With such closeness, you swore they were a type of brown you had never seen. Unique and so deep, you felt being pulled into them.

Just then, slicing into the thick silence, a voice called out from you. One of your friends was looking for you and you could hear their footsteps in the hallway from inside the room. They were looking for you to help them with something.

Your attention diverted, you were about to call back to the voice, saying that you’ll be there just in a minute. But before you could do so, your lips were drawn and sealed with Schlatt’s. Again. What was different this time was that he did not hold back. That timidness he showed before had gone… It was replaced with some sort of fire.

The voice drifted away.

Schlatt pulled at you. Your voice of surprise was muffled by the way he kissed you. Your noses pressed into each other's faces. Taking another step forward, Schlatt had your back pressed on the glass. A shiver crawled up your back and you pushed away from it, in turn pressing into Schlatt’s broad figure. The hand beside your head cupped your face and his other hand finally got to hang on your waist. Your own hands were sitting on his shoulder and the nape of his neck. The way he led the kiss showed no signs of timidness. He led it with intention, lacking no passion.

A sort of fire kindled within him. 

The heavy snowfall settled and the wind ceased to howl. Outside, past the glass doors of the balcony, the night sky was sprinkled with stars and the ground below, a blanket of white snow layed untouched. The weather would continue to be crisp and cold, but with what you ignited within Schlatt, you would be kept warm throughout your winter.

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The evening had darkened by the time the two of you met. Your busy lives had kept you apart most of the day. The February winds were still cold as you walked alongside your tall lover. His jacket had already been placed around your shoulders before the chilly weather could bite.

“I didn’t take you for being all sweet and romantic like this.” You said. In one hand was a tall bouquet of red flowers and in the other would have been Schlatt’s hand if he hadn’t covered your eyes. 

“You’re ruining it.” He spoke as he tried to guide you, making sure you didn’t trip on anything. 

“I’m just saying-” You tried to argue.

He huffed, “'saying' ruins it.” 

“...This is just very unexpected,” The feeling of your hand reaching up and closing over his made Schlatt’s face warm, distracting him from his task of leading you. “and very lovely.”

The sky was painted with deep shades of purple and blue. The little clouds in the sky let the moon shine gracefully below and the stars twinkled. You did not know where you were nor did you know where Schlatt was taking you. Not being able to see made you focus on the sounds you were hearing and the earthy fragrance. The ambience of the city and the sound of traffic were entirely gone. Instead, it was replaced by the ruffle of trees swaying by the wind and the occasional low murmuring of people. You felt the ground beneath you sink a little as you stepped off what you assumed to be a stone path and onto the grass. 

“Okay...” Schlatt whispered, more to himself than to you. He was biting the inside of his cheek, a little nervous since this would be the first time doing something like ‘this’. He was even slightly embarrassed, but he wanted to do this. For you. You deserve nice things like this.

Standing behind you, Schlatt’s hands fell from your face and rested on your shoulders. The wind picked up your hair, twirling it around your face. Your eyes did not need to adjust to the light as the evening was already dark. When your eyes were drawn to the sight in front of you, you felt your heart truly swell.

Who cares if it was a bit cliché, you loved it. 

Fairy lights lit up the area, glowing around the large red and white chequered sheet. You didn’t know what to look at first. Two wine glasses stood on a wooden tray next to the bottle of wine. A charcuterie board was lined and filled with cured meats and various cheeses, olives, nuts, and small slices of bread which had little jars of jam beside it. When you look over at the pizza boxes, you can feel a smile curling your lips; is this possibly why he got all frustrated when you couldn’t choose what was your favourite food? Well, pizza is always a safe bet. 

Everything was so scenic. Too scenic even. Schlatt had picked a spot in the park which wasn’t too secluded from the main area, but a fair distance away for the both of you to have some privacy. Where behind you was the path back to the centre of the park, to the right was a garden of freshly bloomed flowers, their sweet and earthy scent lingering in the air. And ahead of you, the view if you will, was the park’s quiet and still lake. You’d never thought you’d be able to experience something like this- straight out of a movie or novel. 

Schlatt’s hands moved lower from your shoulders to your waist. You’re pulled back from the astonishment as he brings you into a hug. Still chewing on the inside of his cheek, he waits for you to say something. 

With your back against his chest, you look up. Your boyfriend. Your sweet boyfriend. Schlatt’s face is framed by his beautiful brown curls and eyes glittering from the fairy lights. He was illuminated by the dark purple sky behind him. Seeing your smile, he couldn’t help but mirror you. 

His brows lift up, still looking at you, asking without having to speak, Well?

It was only then you realised how long it had been since you were like this. Together. Very much wrapped up in each other with no space between you two to keep you apart. No office calls interrupting you and no busy schedules keeping you from seeing one another. “You put so much work into this Schlatt, I love it.” Your voice feels incredibly warm and sweet to his ears. Schlatt had a smile that stretched across his face, making his eyes crease into the shape of half-moons. “...I love you.” 

A beat passed. 

Schlatts face shifted to a surprised expression, his eyes wide and mouth open, as he let his head fall back. He chuckled, ”Finally!” You looked at him with confusion. “I thought...Ah, I thought I was the one who’d have to say the ‘three magical words’ first.” 

“YOU! HOW DARE-!” He cackled as you fake-fought with him, landing punches on his chest and arm that didn't really do much harm. He pretended to be in pain from the punches as he tumbled down onto the picnic blanket, pulling you down with him. 

Schlatt has his arms around you once again, just unable to ever let go of you it seemed. With one hand, he helped fix your ruffled hair, “I love you too doll.” 

Schlatt won’t say it, but he knows he did Valentine's Day right, just for you.

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r8

"You good?"

fluff/comfort

Someone was calling your name.

...

Someone kept calling your name.

...

Someone-!

Huh?!  You felt whiplash as your eyes shot open. For a second you completely forgot where you were and what you were doing. All you felt was a dull buzzing in your head. Your shoulder hit someone’s chest as your sight adjusted to the room around you. 

“You good? What’re you doing? Trying to sleep standing up?” You felt Schlatts voice vibrate deeply down his chest. His arm rounded your back and steadied you.

“I-…” You were standing by the kitchen counter, your work bag and files tossed on the surface. The dark purple sky was cutting through the window. It was late into the evening and the sound of traffic was muffled. “Oh… Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just-” You caught his gaze and knew he wasn’t the slightest bit convinced. “Just a busy day.”

You’ve been hard at work nowadays, working overtime almost every day and at home. Brand new projects had been delegated to you on the shortest notice and they happened to have even shorter deadlines. Not to mention how your usual work has been flying in and out nonstop. There seemed to not be enough hours in a day and no matter how quickly you worked, the stack of papers seemed to only grow.   

Schlatt slid your jacket off of your shoulders and unwrapped your scarf. “Hasn’t every day been busy?” He watched intently as you rubbed your eyes, still very much sleepy. “Let’s just call it a night and sleep early.” 

“No,” you replied, almost robotically, half awake. “I need to get back to work and finish the projects.” You didn’t even have to look up at Schlatt to know that his lips had pressed into a thin line in disagreement. “I only have two left, they’re due by the end of this week and I’m almost done.”

Schlatt looked down at your face; eyes heavy with sleep and bags underneath them, probably from staring at the screen all the time and not taking breaks. Strands of your hair were messily kept out of your face and he would have preferred to brush them properly himself. The tip of your nose was still cold from the biting November winds. Your lips were slightly chapped but nonetheless, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss. As the pads of his thumbs stroked back and forth along your cheeks, unknowingly your jaws unclenched.

You pouted into the kiss, “This isn’t going to work.”

“Of course, it will,” he replied, his lips still on yours and now smiling. His hands moved down to your hips and walked you backwards towards your bedroom. You grumbled, weakly protesting by placing your hands on his chest and arms. However, both of you knew that you did not have the energy to resist nor did you have the strength at the moment to push back. Every muscle in your body was exhausted but your mind kept thinking back to the work. 

Once Schlatt had waddled you into your bedroom, he ushered you into the bathroom insisting you take a hot bath or shower. He might have said that you smelled funny but you could tell that he just messing with you by the way his face scrunched up and how used his fake nagging voice. 

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The shower was just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed, and the tension that had been building was released. When you got out of the shower, you were pleasantly surprised to see what was on the bed. Schlatt’s shirt and hoodie were placed on the bed along with the lower of your pyjamas. He would make such a fuss about you taking his clothes and now here he was, practically presenting you with his softest hoodie and favourite shirt. 

Just as you finished getting dressed, Schlatt opened the door with his elbow and walked in holding a water bottle in one hand and a plate of food in the other. He put them on the side table as you sat down on the bed and hugged his waist, just wanting to fall asleep at this point. “Just eat a little something before going to sleep.” 

Through the yawns, you managed to finish the food Schlatt had gotten you. By the time you finished, you were melting into the bed. Its soft covers and the faded scent of Schlatt’s cologne were heavily intoxicating. Schlatt pulled you further into the bed, right by his side and tucked underneath his arms. Everything was just so perfectly fitting together.

“A little break isn't going to hurt ya’know.” Schlatt's face was pressed on the top of your head. “You can get to it later tomorrow. Okay?... And your ass better not sneak off into your office while I’m sleeping.”

His legs entangled themselves with yours and his arms held you firmly, pulling you closer by the shoulders and waist. “I don’t think I can.”

“Good.”

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First Contact || Apocalypse!au Jschlatt

a/n: 1. The Last of Us Universe 2. Sorry to the girls and gays this has no kissing whatsoever, quite lacking in any intimacy really 3. The ravioli is only in here because TLOU had it as well.

t/w: Mention of death. Mention of dying. Stealing. Weapons. Guns. Fire. Zombies. Infected. Blood. Blood wound. Wounded reader. Needles. Stitches. Reader gets stitches. Distrust. Suspicion. 

w/c: 3.6k

Cans of food, empty containers, rope, forgotten ammo and maybe a lone deer if you were lucky.

It was meant to only be a small run for some supplies. You would have gotten what you needed and left the rest for some rainy day. The town you frequented was small and it was supposed to be empty, its residents had long since been evacuated. And probably shot down by FEDRA soldiers, from what you had heard, to prevent any more from getting infected and roaming the earth. You were in someone's old house, packing up cans of food, medical supplies and other items when you heard the sound of glass crunching. Before you knew it, an infected emerged from behind a broken-down wall and lunged at you. As you dodged and shot at its head till it dropped dead, more came.

A whole horde. As fucked up as it sounded, they looked fresh. Infected for a few days or weeks. Runners and Stalkers both. Again, the town had been empty since the first few weeks of the outbreak, so you could've only guessed that they somehow migrated to this area. Maybe followed a group of survivors, maybe bit one and infected them before quickly spreading to the others. Runners were bad because if you saw one, there were probably going to be a handful of others nearby. But stalkers? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. They were smart. They moved fast, they knew how to hide from you and would ambush you and straight up hunt you down like you're their little prey. It didn't help that you needed to use a few extra bullets to take them out.

And it was just your luck that the Molotov cocktail you had fashioned got knocked out of your hand when one of the infected jumped at you, pinning you to the ground. Within seconds, the bottle shattered and the floor was set on fire. The whole building was going to be swallowed by the flames.

After kicking the infected off of you and beating your hatchet into its fungi-covered skull, you crawled on the ground in a coughing fit trying to escape the burning house. Wooden beams fell from the ceiling, crushing a few infected underneath them. The wall beside you collapsed, trapping your lower body beneath its rubble. 

The rest- they flinched and screeched and groaned, but they still made their way towards you.

Black smoke surrounded you. Strokes of fire licked your skin. Breathing had started to hurt and your eyes burned red. All you could see was the blur of lights and the shadows that grew closer.

Fire. 

Smoke.

Infected.

Horde.

....Sounds of gunshots came from somewhere.

You woke up to the dull sound of metal clanking against each other. Blinking your eyes open, you were met with the dark blue sky, littered with specks of small stars. You were in the woods, on a worn-out sleeping bag and laying under a jacket that was far too big to be your own. The sweat had dried on your skin making you feel a bit sticky and tacky. Hours must have passed seeing as how the sun was high when you were in the town. Breathing hurt, every slow inhale you took felt like something was scratching the insides of your lungs and your throat was dry.

Tic tic tic tic... Foosh.

When you turned your head to the side towards the sound, you were met with the sight of a gruff-looking man hunched over a portable gas stove. The fire burned low, on top of which he placed what looked to be a pot of water.

The first thing your eyes darted towards was the head of a rifle poking out from behind his shoulders, hung by a makeshift strap across his torso. Your gaze briefly wandered to the shadow behind him, a pickup truck a few metres away from you. Your eyes went back to him, his face illuminated by the orange light. While he was staring at the water, waiting for it to boil, you could make out the tense expression behind his unkempt brown hair; furrowed brows and chewing on one side of his bottom lip. His clothes were battered and a bit dirty, but who the hell had clean clothes in this world? With the sweater, gloves and boots, he looked well-prepared for the coming winter, keeping his fingers from freezing off. Oh, and the fleece jacket that on top of you was also probably his.

With a flick of your wrist, you sat up and from your back pocket, pulled out your pistol, barrel pointed at the stranger's head. 

Sure, he gave you his sleeping bag and he might have saved you from the infected horde, but that did not mean he was some nice guy you could risk trusting. No one is just nice, especially not these days, not unless they want something from you. For all you knew, he could be a part of some raiders or hunters or bandits or any other fucking club. As if the infected weren't enough, you had to watch out and hide from these types of people. Somehow, they were worse than the infected. If an infected gets you, you're dead. But if you get caught by the raiders or hunters... You'd seen enough people get dragged off to their camps- heard enough screams to know all the horrors they could do to you.

So, you don't know the stranger in front of you. And he sure as hell doesn't know you.

He looked up, seeing the gun pointed at him and he shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle. "Guess I should've left you in that burning shit hole." His fingers came up to scratch his beard nonchalantly, watching you with the most uninterested and unimpressed look on his face. He wasn't the least bit worried about the possibility of having a bullet between his brows.

You didn’t reply. You took a shallow breath and were hit with cramping pain that pinched at your chest and sides. All that smoke you inhaled was probably still in your lungs. Maybe he knew that, as much as you did, you were in no condition to fight him. Even with the gun in your hands, anxiety itching your finger on the trigger, you could tell this guy wasn't someone to mess around with. 

"Your things are over there," He nodded his head a little way to your left, "by the tree." Your backpack and duffle bag were sitting at the base of an old mossy tree, along with your hatchet and empty shotgun. "If you're going to keep pointing that little thing at me, then better you grab your shit and leave without making too much noise." He held his glare at you, tired brown eyes almost turning black, a solid warning that if you tried anything-

You contemplated, giving yourself a chance to think things through. Really, if he wanted to kill and rob you of even the clothes on your back, he would have done all that before nightfall. You were most likely knocked out for five or six hours, four minimum. He had more than enough time to leave you for dead.

A sudden rustling of leaves caught both of your attention, your necks snapped towards the bushes. Before you could think of pulling the trigger and before the stranger could pull the rifle in front of him, an orange cat hopped out of the dark. Its big green eyes glistened in the twilight, as well as the silver army name tag that was fashioned to its collar. The cat trotted towards the man and dropped a rat from its mouth, paying no mind to you, much like its owner. The man's posture went back to its slumped state, his shoulders relaxed and he pushed the rifle back. He murmured something as he scratched the cat behind its ears, to which it meowed back at him. The cat then shifted its focus to the rodent, starting to nip and tear through it.

"Name?" You asked, lowering your pistol, though your finger remained on the grip. 

He looked up, somewhat glad that the person he had saved was no longer going to blow his brains out. Or at least not yet. "Jambo." He said, slightly drawing out 'o' of the name. The cat then looked up at him, curling its orange tail around the man's leg. 

A sigh left your lips. "I wasn't asking about the cat.” You were dumbfounded, almost amused seeing someone bring around with them a pet. This was really the last thing you expected in a world of chaos and fear.

"Oh. Right, of course." He nodded before properly answering. "Schlatt. I uh- I go by Schlatt."

You tried to rack your brain because you swore you had heard that name before. But you couldn't recall why or from where you heard it. With a parched mouth, you gave him your name in return, to which he nodded again with a rather tired and solemn expression.

Deciding that that was more than enough chit-chatting, you went to push yourself off of the sleeping bag. You were about to stand up from a kneeling position when searing hot pain shot up your thigh. For a split second, you were back in that old burning building, the fire and smoke suffocating you and the infected closing in on you. Something popped against your skin. Wincing and staggering, you dropped one hand on the ground to balance yourself as the other hand instantly went to place itself on your leg where you felt the warm tearing sensation. Only then did you notice the bandages wrapped around your thigh and the makeshift ankle brace on the same leg. There was already enough crimson on the white bandages but because you had moved so harshly, a darker red dot started to rise to the surface. You pressed your lips into a thin line, seeing the blotch of fresh blood travel further down the leg of your pants.

"Wait, don’t just-!" Schlatt hissed through his clenched teeth, "You're going to tear your damn stitches." As tall and as big as he was, his footsteps were light and almost undetectable, something he had perfected throughout the years of the outbreak. You didn't realise he was behind you until you heard his voice right next to your ear. He hooked an arm under yours and motioned you to sit back down. With his other hand on your back, you were laying down again on the sleeping bag. "Tch." The bandages were almost soaking at this point like a wet sponge. 

Pulling out a switchblade, Schlatt hastily cut open the wrappings and peeled it off of the wound with the tip of the blade. There is a massive torn hole on the leg of your jeans. Your breath hitched at the sight of several messy stitches crossing over a long and deep gash on your thigh. That popping you felt seconds ago was undoubtedly the snapping and breaking of two or three of these stitches. You could see how deep the cut was with the lighter layer of skin peeking through. The area around the gash was blushing red, inflamed and irritated from all the tension and reopening of the stitches. 

“What the hell, you did this?” Your breath was laboured but you tried to inhale and exhale calmly, your eyes unable to look away from your leg. 

"I was trying to help you!" Schlatt snapped back at you. “But all for nothing I guess, great fucking job bleeding again.” He wasn't the best when it came to any sort of medical aid. Everything he knew he had learned on his own when the time called for it. And fuck, You were bleeding profusely when he found you. He had no other option than to hold your skin together and run a needle through you like it was a piece of cloth. Though now the stitches were popped and he was all out of medical supplies. Schlatt took a quick glance at you, seeing the thin sheet of sweat beginning to form on your forehead from the spike of adrenaline. "Used all my gauze on you, shit..." He pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it against your leg. 

Grunting, you pointed towards your bag and no other words needed to be said after that. Schlatt shuffled both your bags closer and began to quickly look through it for anything useful. His hand landed on a tin box which somewhat resembled a first aid kit and opened it to find a small tube of antiseptic cream and a roll of gauze. He first poured water on the wound, doing his best to clean and dry the area before gingerly applying the cream. Not knowing what to do about the torn stitches, he just left them as they were. With a firm hand, he finally wrapped the bandage tightly around your leg. The bleeding would stop soon enough. 

Minutes later, you were lying on your back again, the pain dully pulsing in your leg. It was sure to slowly make its way to your hips and you knew it would give you one hell of a back pain.

"Now you owe me twice," Schlatt quipped. 

Even though you felt like your already small reserve of energy had dried out, you without missing a beat rolled your eyes at Schlatt, earning you another dry breathy laugh.

Schlatt had moved to sit a bit closer to you, still on the opposite side of the fire but two or three feet apart this time. He pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt over his fingers and picked up the pot of boiling water to set it on the ground. Before turning off the stove, Schlatt used a few dry leaves and sticks to make a small campfire to light up the area. He poured some of the water into a metal cup and pulled out a piece of folded paper. Unwrapping the paper revealed a few sticks of what looked to be dried jerky. "Here." He placed the cup in front of you and after picking a few sticks for himself, he held out the rest.

Wearily accepting the food, you muttered thanks. 

The two of you ate quietly, tugging at the stick of meat and then taking a sip of water so that you could actually chew and swallow it. The jerky was old and lacked any flavour, tasting more like leather than food. Glancing at your bag, you thought for a second.

At the sound of a zipper opening, followed by rustling, Schlatt cocked an eyebrow as he looked at you. Out of your other bag, you pulled out a red coloured can. Within days of the outbreak, people stormed every mall and shop and cleared out all the shelves. If you weren’t growing it yourself or had some inside source from the FERDA, then food was hard to find. And your luck was thin of finding something that was both edible and rotting. You eyed the can once more before tossing it over to Schlatt.

In a swift motion, Schlatt caught the red can with one hand and brought it close to his face to read the label on it. "Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli" was printed on the front of the can with the picture of, what Schlatt assumed, the said chef and the ravioli. He rotated the can, running his thumb over the metal and checking it for dents or rust.

“It’s in pretty good condition.” You said when he raised his brows at you questioningly “Canned food has a pretty long shelf life... and if that's true, I’m pretty sure we won’t die of food poisoning if we eat it.” "Eh," he shrugged, "it's worth a shot." Schlatt rewrapped the unfinished jerky and slid it into his bag. With the help of his pocket knife, he cut open the can and poured some water into it before setting it on the fire to cook. A few minutes later, you both were eating halves of the steaming ravioli. Granted it was a bit off and you had to water down the sauce a little but it was miles better than the leather you were just eating. You did not miss the way Schlatt took his first bite and had to duck his head into his hand, eyes closed in satisfaction as he chewed. "This is fuckin' good." Finally, food that actually tasted like food.

Even the cat- Jambo came around to you, sniffing at the small piece you let him have before scarfing it. 

You stuffed the spoonful of pasta into your mouth, taking a moment to enjoy the hot meal while staring up at the night sky.

A subtle sense of calm and security cloaked around, warming you like the low ambers of fire as you stole glances at the man. The stranger. You knew better than to place your trust in someone you just met. But he- Schlatt- you leaned back in an attempt to physically recoil from your thoughts- he felt different. He acted different. His eyes didn't glaze over with violence or greed, they didn’t linger on you too long for you to suspect anything nor did they threaten you (unprovoked that is). They just looked tired. Eyes that had seen too much, all the chaos and massacres that plagued the world. Eyes that bore witness to his hands trembling in disbelief as he had done the very things he swore to never do. All the scars on his face and the calloused skin proved that. Tiered tiered eyes.  

You felt inexpressible relief- 

Don’t.

-and a bit of regret. 

You let out a long and heavy sigh, not letting your mind wander to hope for anything more than this. This was good. You would live another day. 

This was good enough.

"Nice truck." You commented. It was a pretty decent rig by the looks of it; a four-seater and cargo bed which was covered with a tarp. With the way it was rusting and had its paint scratched off exposing silver streaks of the body, the poor thing had definitely seen better days. "Headed anywhere in particular?" 

"Not really. The last place we-" him and the cat "were staying was ambushed by raiders. Was near the deserted FEDRA hospital down south- y'know the place where they were looking for a cure?" Then it clicked. Since FEDRA abandoned the building and withdrew the general area, quite the ruckus started going down there. Hunters started marking the area as their land. No longer heavily guarded by FEDRA soldiers, raiders slithered their way in. And that was when you first heard his name. Schlatt. He was the only one, who supposedly, gunned down more than half of the raiders before finally escaping. "We made it out just in the nick of time."

"Were... there other? With you?"

"Yeah, but uh, we got separated." Schlatt pulled out a walkie-talkie, flicking it on to only hear the sound of steady static. "It's been months so-" He cleared his throat, "They're as good as dead at this point."

But you're going to put that radio back in your backpack or on the dashboard of your truck. Flicking it on every few days or so, telling yourself that they're dead but unable to take out the batteries that could be used for something better in the future, holding on to that sliver of hope. You won't tell him to lose that hope, since hope is the only thing that keeps most of you going. “I’m sorry.”

"Nah, don't worry about it." Schlatt flicked it back off.

“Hmm...You’re headed east from here?” You asked.

His brows raised as he looked a bit off to the side, “Sure.” He wasn’t. It was as clear as the night sky that he didn’t know where the hell he was going or where he wanted to go.

“Drop me off a few miles from here.” You placed a hand on your thigh. “I’ve got...” A beat passed. Hesitation crawled up behind your neck before somehow letting go. “I’ve got a place. A small farm.”

“A farm? Like with cows and shit?”

“More like Chickens. And a garden. And running water.”

"Chickens?" The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in surprise, for the first time giving you something besides a sneer or dead-eyed glare. The only place he knew that had some sort of functioning farm was at some place called Jackson. “Aha, think you can spare some for this little guy?” He asked, eyes pointing towards Jambo.

“Why not? Drive me there and if you’d like, umm, you can rest there for a while before heading off to wherever you need to go.”

Schlatt squinted at you, "I hope you're not planning to kill me. Like, I drive you to your so-called base and a dozen men show up out of nowhere." It wouldn't be the first time he fell for something like that, but that was years ago and he now knew better than to just walk into a trap like that. A teasing grin played on his face. You shook your head, mirroring the grin and relaxed a bit as you felt a bit of the ice break between you two. “What? You pull a gun on me and think I’d trust you just like that? Geez.” Craning his neck back, his eyes turned towards the sky, looking at the moonless night while tapping his thumb on his hand and the cogs in his brain turning. 

Schlatt turned back to you. "Promise not to kill me?" 

How often did people keep up with those?

"As long as you promise not to kill me... or steal my shit."

Not often these days. 

Schlatt let out a chuckle, showing off the row of his upper teeth. "You've got yourself a deal." 

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r7

"You're shivering. Here, take my jacket."

hurt-comfort/fluff

a/n: I would have liked to spend a little more time on this but I haven't posted in a while ><

It would be an understatement to say that you were pissed. You were furious and beyond upset. The skies happened to reflect your waves of emotions. The blue-grey skies were slowly getting more and more crowded with clouds, each promising rain. The month of October started with the smell of dry leaves and wet cement. A chilling low breeze ruffled the leaves of trees on the sidewalk. 

Schlatt would say that your mood looked far worse than the weather, and he could not blame you for it. After weeks of postponed dates and rescheduling, you were delighted to be able to spend some special time with Schlatt. Away from his work and your own, the two of you would have time for yourselves to connect which no one else would interrupt. You had very little of that. But, to both your disappointment, he blew it. Not intentionally, no- never would he do anything to hurt you on purpose. But he had. And it was only suitable for him to face your fury and what he guessed was the silent treatment. 

If only he had remembered sooner, he would have made it to your lunch date before you had to give up the table. The waiter would not let you occupy a table without ordering for more than thirty minutes. Schlatt had jogged over to meet you just as you walked out the door, face burning with every possible emotion and your lips turned downwards. You walked past him as if he wasn't even there. 

The whole cab ride to the restaurant, Schlatt stared out into the gloomy sky. His mind was occupied with what he should say and how to control the damage. His plan was to run into you with a hug, furiously and genuinely apologise, and simply hope for the best. But all that planning was washed away because when he met your eyes, sadness and anger spiralled within them. The intensity of your gaze left him stunned and speechless. That was when he realized just how fucked he was. 

A lot of things have hurt Schlatt, some physically and others emotional, and he's learned to handle them pretty well. But this was a bit foreign. Watching your hurt felt as though something dug into his chest, uncomfortable and unwanted. This shouldn't be that big of a deal, because by tomorrow this would be nothing more than a small hiccup. But he knew that this was wrong and he wanted to fix this right now. 

The drizzle of rain began to fall on top of your heads and the wind whirled your hair around. The cement ground snapped with every step you took as well as with the steps that followed you. Your aimless walking continued with Schlatt following behind, trying his best to figure out what to say. Though his mind was blank. 

You had your phone out and were trying to book a ride home but your screen only showed a grey buffering circle. “...C’mon.” You scowled and look out onto the road for taxis but none were in sight.

Schlatt peered over your shoulder and then pulled out his phone to try and do the same, silently wishing that it would fix things by even a small fraction. But of course, if things couldn't have gotten worse, "The service isn't looking good here." 

Your scowl only grew and you began to walk in no particular direction. Right now, as upset and angry as you felt, you did not want to take it out on him. Schlatt mentally cursed, thinking about how he should have brought his car out instead of getting a ride from a friend.  

A bus stop appears and by the time you two reach under it, your hair is slightly damp with the drizzle. You stand under the transparent roofing, and as Schlatt expected, fracing away from him. After turning in various directions and raising his phone in front of him, Schlatt's phone's signal bar went up by two bars. “I sent a text to Ted to see if he could pick us up.” He looked at you but was met with your back. 

Shhhaaaaa~

Within a few minutes, the sky dimmed further as the drizzle turned into a downpour of rain with heavy droplets. You looked out and saw the rain casting a mist on the streets. The wind blew stronger and carried the rain to perfectly shower you and Schlatt, then again, the bus stop roof provided little cover. When the second round of wind blew, you were preparing for the impact, this time turning away from it. And as you did, anticipating the biting cold, the air disappeared and you opened your eyes to Schlatt wrapping his jacket around you. “You’re shivering, take my jacket,” he said, pulling the collar of the jacket over your head.

You let Schlatt pull you closer to him for some warmth and after a few minutes, the ambience of rain still pouring heavily, he asked, “You still mad at me?” His hair had gotten a bit damp from the humidity.

“...”

“Then can I have my jacket back?” 

“You little-!” Whatever anger Schlatt had simmered down in you instantly rushed up and you started pulling the jacket off of you. 

“Im kidding! I’m kidding!” Schlatt chuckles with a half smile, bringing you into a tight hug so that you couldn’t wiggle the jacket off of you. “I was just trying to lighten the mood. Keep it on, you’ll catch a cold or something. Please?”

You stopped fighting him and begrudgingly slumped against him. His hands rubbed up and down your arms and then moved to your back to do the same. You felt warmer. Tugging at the strings of his hoodie that he wore underneath the jacket, you admit, “I am still mad at you.” 

“I know hun.” When you pressed your face into his chest, the cold didn’t bite as hard. The sinking feeling in his chest seemed to stop and still. He used his sleeve to wipe the droplets of rain off your forehead and then kissed it. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

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r6

"Putting an arm around the other’s waist"

fluff

t/w: Blood donation, blood, needles, mention of Schlatt having a phobia of blood and needles

Schlatt’s leg stopped bouncing out of anxiousness as you opened the door and entered the blood donation room. Catching his eye, you brought your hand up and shook a small juice box at him.

Schlatt had decided to join you when you mentioned that you were going to donate blood at a donation camp near where you lived. Unfortunately, you were not eligible to donate since your hemoglobin was lower than accepted. Schlatt on the other hand was in perfect condition to donate. The only problem you two discovered was that Schlatt had a slight phobia of needles and blood. It was only small fear, nothing too serious. He only needed to hold your hand in his suddenly sweaty one and look one-eighty degrees away from where the nurse inserted the needle.

Most of the chairs at the camp were occupied by either nurses or donating patients, so you opted to simply stand next to Schlatt. He dodged the box of orange juice that you were handing him and grabbed your hand instead. The juice was to aid the weakness that often came with draining a unit of blood but Schlatt found your hand better suited to help. 

“Schlatt,” You poked his cheek, “This will help with the lightheadedness.”

The man simply closed his eyes and furrowed his brows together, “Can’t. Both hands are full.” Schlatt's right hand was squeezing a stress ball so that the blood pumped to the packet below his chair, which was attached to his forearm by a needle. Seeing the needle for the first time, Schlatt definitely did not remember some gruesome alien movie and scare himself. His left hand was holding yours, as had been the past half hour.

“Well,” You attempted to snake your hand out of his grasp, “if you let go then-”

“Nope. Not happening.” As stubborn as always. His long and slender hand held yours delicately, focusing his thumb to brush over your knuckles, one by one and not letting his mind wander to the discomfort in his right arm. 

As much as you adored this side of him, where he for once was seeking comfort in you, you still wanted him to drink the juice. You were familiar with the weakness and headaches that came along with donating blood, and you didn’t want him to grumble any more than he already had today. “Schlaaat.”

Schlatt interlocked your hands in response. His fingers pressed firmly on the back of your hand, preventing you from further trying to escape his hold. 

Puncturing the juice box with its straw, you sighed, “Guess I’ll just have to hold this to your mouth like the little baby man you are.”

Schlatt slowly opened his eyes to squint at you. He was well aware of what you were trying to do. “That’s slander...”

“Little baby man.” You smirked to yourself, not meeting his eyes as you fiddled with the straw. “Little baby man, very much the opposite of-” 

“Wait till I’m done with this, I’ll show you who's the little baby man.”

“Mhm!” You nodded sarcastically.

“Ugh, what a pain.” Schlatt rolled his eyes. The feeling of his lightheadedness increased. In a swift motion, he grabbed the juice box and hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you close so that he could rest his head on your front. Hmpf, he sipped the juice with a scowl on his lips, pretending to be irritated by you.

Chuckling to yourself, you stated, “There we go. Now that wasn’t too difficult was it?” 

Schlatt drank juice quietly, only now realizing that he was parched. “Fuck off,” he grumbled. Satisfied, you let out another small laugh when he pulled you closer, nuzzling the side of his head on your chest. 

What a stubborn man.

Read d3, the after events of r6.

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yz + bonus

Fluff Alphabet HC: abc, def, ghi, jkl, mno, pqr, stu, vwx, yz

Y - Yearn — What is something they look for or would like to have in a s/o?

As mentioned in some of his past videos, Schlatt would look for someone who he could have meaningful conversations with. Having good banter and joking around was well and fine, but being with someone who understands his struggles and hardships would be absolutely important. That should go without saying for most. 

Being the person he is and the persona he’s created, he would want someone who -as cliché as this sounds- understands and sees the real him. Not the Big Guy, the businessman, not the unhinged JSchlatt. The real him - who is probably a bit more down-to-earth than most people expect from him. The online entertainment and content creation sphere is draining at times. And when you would help him through his exhaustion instead of taunting him for it, he would truly appreciate it and in his own way, he would make sure that you know how much it means to him.

Z - Zzz — How are they when it comes to sleeping? Are they a cuddler, a blanket hogger, etc?

The day would end with the two of you in bed, cuddling in bed for some time, your head against his chest and his arm around your shoulders or hips. Further, into the night, Schlatt would find more comfort in loosely holding onto you and would possibly not notice if you drifted away from his hold to your side of the bed. But if he did, he would either scoot over to your side or pull you back to himself and gently place his hand over you to hold you again. 

Schlatt might be the type of person who doesn’t need a blanket all the time because he ‘runs hot’, meaning his body is just warm all the time, and that includes when sleeping. So he would not hog the blanket. 

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These letters are definitely in no particular order (⊹◉ᴥ◉⊹)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ enjoy!

D - Dance — How would their first dance be with their s/o? Would they lead or be led by their partner? How good are they when it comes to the dance floor? 

Schlatt would try so hard to seem casual and nonchalant when asking, “Wanna dance?...ya’know since everyone is dancing, we’ll blend right in.” The two of you would in fact not blend in but everyone at the venue, friends and family would be pleasantly surprised to see Schlatt and you slow dancing. When it came to dancing, he would not be familiar with any fancy footwork. For your first dance together like this, he would hope for you to lead and would try his best to not step on your toes [90% probability of it happening tho]. Although, if you’re on the same boat as him and don’t know how to dance, the two of you would be just fine slowly swaying together, holding each other closely and softly talking throughout. Schlatt would then watch videos on how to dance with a partner that following that night when he would be alone by himself, but he would never admit it. Even if you happened to catch him practising, he would deny it till his last breath.

Another scenario would be late at night. The two of you would be winding down from the day, Schlatt would just hold you from the back as slow tunes would play in the kitchen. With the lights dim, the entire moment would be calm and comfortable, leaning back on him and swaying gently as you wait for your food to heat up. 

I - Intimate — How intimate are they? How do they express their intimacy? How do they cuddle and how often? What is their favorite position?

Being more reserved, Schlatt would be more of a taker than a giver when comes to intimacy, allowing you to hold on to his hand whenever you'd like to and give him hugs out of nowhere. His own expression of intimacy may be lesser than others but they are just as full of compassion and care. As mentioned in the letter H (for Hugs), Schlatt wouldn’t openly say, “Give me a hug.” He would sort of just shift around, be close enough to you and then wish that you’d want to hug him. When he's more comfortable and used to the relationship, his arm would round around your shoulder and pull you to his side. Having his arm around you and just lounging around would have to be his favourite position since it's not overly intimate.

There’s also something very different and sweet about sitting inside the car with him, his one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours that’s just utterly comforting. 

C - Comfort — How do they do they comfort their partner in their time of worry and need?

There might be a bit of confusion from Schlatt's side when you’re worried or stressed. But that confusion would quickly be taken care of as he asks you if and how he can help. You want a solution? He’ll do everything he can to find that for you. Maybe you just need someone to hear you out and a shoulder to cry on? He’ll be there for you by your side with a box of tissues. You do just want a hug and lay down? His arm is already around you with a blanket on your lap. Someone is bothering you? He’s literally got a gun--jokejoke, he would never repeat the things of 1999. 

Rubbing your back, he would make sure you’re not worrying yourself sick by checking in with you and bringing you food and drinks. If things get serious, he wouldn’t mind staying over for the night and maybe even bringing Jambo over. But if you'd want some time alone, “You need anything, lemme know okay? I’ll just be in the other room.” 

K - Keep — Do they keep something on them to remind themselves of their s/o?

Having a picture of you or the two of you together as his phone background might be risky since someone somehow might accidentally leak it. Be it on a stream or with people around him, if your relationship was private, it would be safe to stick with his regular lock screen background. Though in other aspects, Schlatt would keep it simple and classy. Maybe it's a photo he took of you and Jambo sleeping together or maybe the one where he squished your face with his hands for a silly picture. That special photo of you would be sweetly kept in the sleeve of his wallet and another would be kept somewhere in his car, perhaps tucked in the visor, where he could flip it down and look at it whenever during his drive.

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d3

I imagine this dialogue took place after the events of r6.

🖤: I... recharge your battery?

Schlatt: Yes. And I'm completely drained from today. Mentally and Physically.

🖤: So I'm supposed to just... hold you?

Schlatt: Hmmm. Tighter.

🖤: Need anything else? You want another snack? Water? Want to watch that show-

Schlatt: No. Less talking. More hugging.

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🖤: ...For how much longer are you going to lay on top of me?

Schlatt: Depends. How long are you going to keep talking?

🖤: ...I can't breathe.

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

i7

fluff

a/n: 1. This is purely for and with long-haired Schlatt and 2. I have made the sad discovery that I cannot pronounce 'bouquet' to save my life. Enjoy.

This was perhaps one of your best outfits. And definitely, the one which you put the most effort into. What you wore was nothing too extravagant but nothing too simple either, considering the venue that was decided. It was comfortable but not too far from stiff since you wanted to show that you did in fact try to dress up and that this day was important for you. It was lightly detailed and complimented your body just the way you wanted. It was perfect. 

Standing hand in hand in front of yourself, you waited for Schlatt at the entrance of the restaurant.

Losing one of your closest friends for the sake of romantic desires was not something you could ever imagine doing but... not telling him your true feelings made you feel like a bubble about to burst. You had mentally prepared yourself for rejection when you asked him out. You even went as far as to prepare a nonchalant reply for when he would refuse your date proposal. Although, when he fervently agreed and even went to extent of suggesting a restaurant, you felt like you were going to combust, evaporate and melt all within a single second.

20 minutes passed.

You did not prepare yourself for the alternative path for rejection. As you waited for Schlatt, a thought crept past your now brittle wall of confidence. 

Perhaps he stood you up.

You were too caught up in the idea of the date that you had... let your guard down and completely ruled out the possibility of him never showing up. Lips pressing into a thin line, you felt the cool breeze brush against your all-of-a-sudden warm cheeks. You felt defeated and utterly stupid for hoping. 

Sighing, you turned around to leave when-

Thud!

You staggered back from the sudden collision.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry...Y/n!”

You found your footing and realized that you had walked into the very person you thought you would not be seeing today.

“Schlatt?” 

As you stepped back, you couldn't help but take in his appearance.

Schlatt sported a dark green button-down shirt on top of a plain white t-shirt. The buttons were opened from the front and his sleeves were carefully rolled up to his elbows. Along with his beige trousers and matching green sneakers, his long hair was pulled back by his usual black hairband, though a few locks threatened to slip past it.

At that moment, you felt as though your breath had been taken away by how charming and downright handsome Schlatt looked. His chest heaved up and down and you then noticed how heavily he was breathing. Droplets of sweat hung across his forehead and his reddened cheeks seemed to match yours. Maybe he was the one who ran into you and not you into him. 

God forbid if that snarky waiter caught you two looking like this, he’d think that the both of you just finished making out– The heat rose to your cheeks again and travelled down the back of your neck and up the tips of your ears.

“I’m late.” Schlatt huffed, “And I’m so sorry.” 20 minutes. You stood outside for 20 minutes waiting for him and all he had to say was– 

“These are for you.” What Schlatt held up to you pretty much into your face were not some sorry flowers that you would get bundled together by an uninterested employee at your local supermarket. Wrapped in brown and white sheer paper were a bouquet of variegated tulips. The ones where the colour in a single petal would bleed into a different colour. The ones you held were in reds, peaches and whites.

Speechless and still, you stared at the flowers. “They were supposed to arrive in the morning but...” He sheepishly gave you tight-lipped smile “They took longer than expected.” Eyes flickering between you and the tulips, he asked, “Do you like them?”

You were bitter that he made you wait so long outside as people entered and left the restaurant, passing stares at you. But you could not deny the swelling feeling inside your chest, swooning over him, his charming self and the tulips that he very much did not need to get for you. “I...Yes. I do. They're very beautiful Schlatt... Thank you.”

Schlatts eyes softened as he gazed at you, beautiful. He’d say the same for you--

“I hope the two of you are done standing outside.” You jumped at the intrusion of this soft moment by a very bored and nasally voice. The snarky waiter continued without care, “We can’t keep the tables reserved all evening. Hurry up. You love birds can chit-chat inside after ordering something.”

You turned back to Schlatt just as he turned back to look at you.

He gave you his winning smile, sweeping the back of his hand across his forehead to whip off the sweat. “We should...”

You simply nodded and without thinking, or perhaps being too occupied with the thoughts of the tulips and to what extent he went gift these to you, you grabbed his hand and walked inside together. That moment, Schlatt felt his neck and ear burn and redden, matching yours. 

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

r5

“Okay, quit it with the drinks. I think that’s enough, hmm? I’ll cover the tab, but for now, let’s get you home… ”

fluff, bittersweet

t/w: alcohol, drunk reader

The sweet, most colorful, and fruity drinks are the deadliest of all. And no one thought that it would be a good idea to warn the lightweight about that. Perhaps everyone was too absorbed with the current celebration, dancing, drinking, and mingling around, to have noticed the order of drinks making their way to the booth. The table was littered with tall, beautifully shaped empty cocktail glasses. All had their own colorful straws and garnish to accompany the sweet and fruity beverage. And tucked between them was one lone whisky sour.

If Schlatt could help it, he would have kept all those peachy, glittering drinks as far away from you as possible. You were good company to have, but he was not familiar with how you behaved when you were intoxicated. If he knew, he would have been able to avoid this situation; you holding a fruit garnish from one of your drinks to his sealed lips, lowly chanting, “Fruit, fruit, fruit” Your other hand was balancing a drink, its straw sitting loosely on the corner of your mouth. 

What had happened was that Schlatt, being Schlatt, passed a sarcastic comment about never eating anything other than meat and you, nearing nine drinks in your system, took that very literally. Your drunk self was worried about the lack of nutrients he was getting, and you had taken it upon yourself to help that. 

One of the waitresses of this restaurant was passing by your table. Catching your eye, you called for her. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” The waitress asked. As much as she wanted to, she was not going to question why you were holding a piece of fruit to the mouth of the gentleman next to you, who looked rather unwilling.

“I would like another one of-” Lifting your glass to her face, swaying lightly “these.” 

Drinking the beverage was secondary, picking the fruits out was more of the goal. 

Humph, as entertaining as you were drunk, Schlatt wasn’t going to let this continue nor was he going to let you get completely shit-faced. “Um, okay, no.” He moved your hand away from himself, “quit it with the drinks. I think that's enough, hmm?” 

Your head was down but you still nodded. 

“I’ll cover the tab,” The waitress took this as her cue and excused herself to get the bill. Schlatt downed the rest of his whisky sour and quickly downed yours as well. Attempting to rescue your cocktail was futile considering how he kept you at an arm's distance and pretty much inhaled the drink. Squirming helplessly was all you could do while he teasingly grinned at you. The waitress arrived, and Schlatt wiped out his card to pay for yours and his drink. He commented on how overpriced all the drinks were, “But for now, let’s get you home...What?” 

Your head was still down, slouching with the piece of fruit between your index and thumb. Schlatt let out another huff, “Fine.” At least you weren’t the run-away type of drunk, nor did you try and start fights. As if you were never sulking, you popped the piece of fruit into his mouth with a cheery smile and got up. 

They don’t look like they’re dating… From the corner of her eyes, the waitress chuckled, watching the two of you leave…But they are pretty cute together.

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The restaurant was a walking distance from your house which would have taken a little over ten minutes to travel. Well, it should have if you weren’t set so on checking every tree for apples. 

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“And we’re here!” Schlatt exclaimed in relief, “Finally. For a second I thought you forgot your keys back there.” Opening the door to your apartment, he turned on the lights. A dim and warm light cast over the familiar living room. 

“Didn’t I?” You asked drowsily, now coming down from the various intoxicating drinks. So you're the sleepy type, Schlatt mused. Clearly, the search for nutrition had tiered you out. He strolled behind you during the walk, making sure you didn't accidentally run onto the main road. 

“Nope, they were just lost in your jacket’s pocket.” He rattled the keys out of the door, shut it close, and then made his way over to what he expected was your bedroom. You had been clinging to his arm for support up till now. Guiding you to your bed, Schlatt was careful to not let you slip and fall off the corner, which seemed very likely. 

While you wiggled very elegantly into your bed, Schlatt had gone to retrieve a bottle of water. Returning from the kitchen he mentioned, "I saw you still have the movie tickets?" They were held up by magnets on the fridge. He remembered that they were from one of those drive-in movie theaters and how unusually clammy his hands got when, upon switching seats, he found himself next to you.

"Of course I do." You replied, kicking your shoes off lazily. 

Though your eyes felt heavy, you felt compelled to recount all the events which took place that day. On a night like this, Schlatt had found himself in your company at the front of the car, where the two of you talked about how and what should be in the movie. The movie itself wasn't particularly interesting but the banter that you two had going on kept you from passing out. He grinned when you brought up how he had tried to heat a microwave popcorn packet with a lighter for fun and got scolded by one of the employees.

The storytelling continued while Schlatt took notice of the various things in your room; the trinkets on your shelves, books stacked messily beside them, 'The Chair' covered with a pile of clothes, your paperwork sitting beside your computer on your desk, and the photographs pinned to the wall behind them. There was one from that particular night.

Looking closer at the picture, you with your arm slung around his neck and his silly hover-hand around you, a familiar tightness clutched his chest. "That happened a long while ago...was it even that fun?"  

This night's mood took a drastic turn.

"...it was the most fun I'd ever had."

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*.✧500 follower fluff event✧.*

[event: open]

As a small celebration and as a thank you, here is a little event in which you can participate. 

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I will be writing a 2.0 version of the Schlatt Fluff Alphabet but this time, you send asks of your topics which you’d like for me to write.

You can send in as many letters and asks as you'd like!

I will pick one topic for each letter [but who knows I might fold and do multiple ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)] 

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Send:

A letter of your choice + a corresponding verb/topic starting with the letter of your choice + any specifications. 

Example 1: 

L  +  Love  +  Who said “I love you” first? How did they say it and how often do they use it? 

Example 2: 

O + On Cloud Nine +  What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

d4

angst

t/w: abandonment.

a/n: I want to write this whole thing properly but idk.

blurb: Schlatt meets the reader after their last argument, where in a fit of anger, Schlatt parted with the reader.

“I was by myself that night. Everyone was gone by the time I woke up schlatt.”

“I came to the middle of nowhere with you.”

“I...”

“Did you know that they shut off all the power at night”

“I thought one of your friends would've-”

“-given you a ride back.”

“Not only was there hardly any reception, but my phone was also in your bag.”

“I didn’t know that it was in my bag.”

“Which was in your car-”

“y/n.”

“-which you drove off in.”

“Please listen to me.”

“y/n. I understand that you’re upset-”

“Because you were mad.”

“No. You. DON’T!"

"..."

"... If you did, then you wouldn’t have abandoned me. YOU. WOULDN’T. HAVE. LEFT ME... YOU WOULDN’T. HAVE. LEFT ME. YOU WOULDN’T HAVE LEFT ME. You wouldnt have left me. Youwouldnthaveleftme. 

YOUWOULDN’THAVELEFTMESCHLATT!”

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

r4

"Their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips."

t/w: A KISS. I’ve marked the paragraph mentioning so for those who would feel uncomfortable reading it and would like to skip it.

The rain was pouring, heavy drops hitting the ground and spattering into smaller droplets. Though that didn’t stop you, not one bit. With a bag slung across your chest and your hand gripping the handle of your suitcase, you hurried out from under the airport shed. Instantly the cold rain showered you, soaking through your hair and clothes. Again, none of that mattered. Your sight was set straight in front of you. 

He stood out from the bystanders. His shoulders wide and his stance tall. His back was towards you but there he was. Not miles and miles away this time. Not through your laptop screen or your phone. He was there. In front of you. Just a few feet away. 

If it weren’t for your suitcase wheels rolling so loudly on the ground, Schlatt would have remained standing idle, waiting to pick up his 'friend-of-a-friend' once they landed. Hearing the roll as well as your footsteps slapping against the ground, he turned around. His first instinct was to move to the side, to not get in the way of whoever was bolting in his direction. But upon recognizing your face, confused and stunned, his feet felt glued to the ground and his arms limp when you hugged him. When your face turned up to meet his, his mouth opened trying to form words but failed to do so as his mind was still trying to register what was happening. 

Schlatt grabbed you by the shoulders, still staring and smiling in disbelief at the person standing in front of him. “YOU!” he finally managed. Though you were still drenched from the rain, and your hair stuck messily to your face, Schlatt pulled you close to himself. Feeling yourself being lifted, your arms swung around his neck and you hugged him just as intensely. Nothing could ever top the joy you felt at this moment. 

[The kiss; skip this para, if you are uncomfortable.] 

Both of you felt high on adrenalin and felt it pumping through your chests. Seeing each other made your hearts pick up pace and you both knew what was meant to happen next. Your lips felt cold and wet pressed against Schlatts’ warm ones because of the rain. But that did nothing to dampen his newfound passion. He did not want to let you go but the two of you had perhaps stood there long enough.

[End]

“What are you- what are you doing here?” Unlike him, Schlatt stumbled over his words. He felt a bit warm and dizzy, the adrenalin still buzzing lowly. “What the hell? I wasn’t expecting- this.” He let out a soft laugh. You saw him searching your face. Schlatt was just as overjoyed to see you as you were for him. His palm itched to hold your face.

"Were you not here to pick up a 'friend-of-a-friend'? You grinned at him, "Hmm?"

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

r3

requested prompt: "nudging the other one."

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts since the 38th Chuckle podcast was released. I was only recently able to finish this because @sapnapbubbas and @jschqtt helped, and because I felt motivated after reading Sick Days by @ivyinnit. So, thank you guys!

Schlatt doesn’t want to admit it. Being annoyed and grumpy at you would make more sense and it would be easier too. But it was tough to maintain that persona, especially after seeing how you, upon hearing that he had caught a nasty cold, instantly made your way over to his house with homemade soup.

You placed the tray of soup on his lap and climbed into the bed from the other side. “This is way too much.” He muttered, staring down at his bowl, which was considerably larger than the one you prepared for yourself.

“You can finish it.” You looked around his room, taking a sip of the soup. “Plus, I doubt you’ve eaten any real food.”

“I mean I had like a coffee... and some snacks, I think.”

You eyed the corner of his room, “I see that.”

Schlatt followed your gaze to see the empty packets of chips and cookies poking out of the bin before sheepishly letting out a small laugh. That irritating cold of his made him lazy. Lazy enough to find sustenance in oily baked snacks instead of actual food.

“This week been really kicking ass.” He sniffed, pulling out a tissue to wipe his runny nose before continuing, “...Behind on a few videos and it feels like my schedule keeps piling up. “

You nodded. From the look on his face, you could tell that the work had taken its toll on him. His eyes were red and swollen, and a blush ran down his cheek, over his nose, and onto his other cheek. It seemed impossible but his hair was messier than usual. At least he had changed out of his pyjamas and into something a bit less ‘I'm sick'. He simply wanted to look a bit more presentable.

The silence that fell was comfortable, as you and Schlatt ate your soups while the TV was playing some show. Though he complained that the soup was a bit spicy, it did its job and unclogged his nose, just as you had said. And after finishing it, you handed him some medicine and a glass of water. He slid further down into bed after that and you, after putting away the bowls, made yourself comfortable by pulling the sheets over your leg and resting your back against the headboard.

Schlatt looked over at you and nudged you. You smiled at him, not sure what he wanted.

“Thank you.” And without much thought, be it the brain fog caused by the cold or whatever, Schlatt hugged you. Well, sort of. You assumed that this was a hug; still laying down, one arm over your hip and the other making space between the pillow and your back to join his hands together on the opposite side. All while keeping his face covered by the blanket, hidden from your gaze. “For keeping me company...and helping out.” Usually, people would let him be after he tells them that he is fine, even though he could use a little help. This meant a lot to him. He was glad that you were there to make his sick days suck less.

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[espresso-lessdepresso]

i6

a/n: Blame this audio for making me tunnel vision and write this.

The entire living room was dark, with the only source of light being that which was from the TV.

“When did I start thinking stupid sappy things like that?”

Schlatt fixed his gaze on you, asleep by his side. Your cheek puffed over his shoulder. The blanket that wrapped around the two of you had half slipped off your shoulder.

“and why?”

He pulled the blanket over you with the same arm that you slept on. The nudge caused you to move and drop your head against his chest.

“Its almost like-”

The TV cast a dim orange light over you. Your lips parted ever so slightly.

“I-”

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