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wasabidottie · 3 months

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Teasing and play fighting with schlatt. The idea of playground insults are fun to me! - how far will the bit go? Who would be the one to break first? Find out next time on "d444zed."

movie night

masterlist

2:22 pm

You: Made it home! Lmk when you get here!

jay: Otw :)

Movie night was a weekly tradition that you shared with your good friend, Schlatt. Neither of you were movie buffs, but had always had a list of movies that you said you wanted to see "someday." Friday nights were set aside for movie night and the two of you would knock out two or three movies every Friday - you'd already cleared out half your list. It was a great system.

2:47 pm

jay: Here, I'm letting myself in

You: Liked a message: "Here, I'm letting myself in"

Schlatt had a key to your place and vice versa. He'd asked you to take care of his cats while he went to California for work a few months back, and he told you to keep the key. In exchange, he would come in and water your plants when you went out of town to visit family.

The only thing the two of you never agreed on was the tv settings while you watched movies. Schlatt hated closed captions - "I want to watch the movie, not read it," but you enjoyed the closed captions, it made it easier to understand the plot.

Schlatt sauntered into your living room while you finished setting out snacks on your coffee table.

"So what are we starting with?" Schlatt asked, enveloping you in a quick hug before setting the drinks he brought on the table. You provided snacks, he provided drinks, and you switched off every week.

"I was thinking we finish the Kill Bill trilogy first, then start a new trilogy after?" You gave him a throw blanket and he nodded, sitting on the couch next to you.

"If you turn on the captions, I'm taking my drinks and leaving," he warns.

"Jay, I need them! Don't be like that," you whined, dramatically "hiding" the remote from him between the couch cushions.

You turned back to him and saw him right next to you, reaching over you for the remote.

"No, Jay!" You laughed and sat on the remote, deciding that the "human shield" method of protecting the remote would be the most effective at getting your way.

"No chance, short stack. Give me the remote before I toss you across the room."

"Short stack? That's how you want to play?" You glanced at his green Wilson hoodie and retorted with "Okay, Jolly Green Giant. Try me!"

Schlatt shrugged and wrapped an arm around your waist, easily moving you to the side and grabbing the remote. This was a common occurrence between you two, and as annoying as the two of you claimed it was, it got your energy out and made you two more comfortable with each other.

"No fair! You're basically Andre the Giant," you teased and you reached for the remote.

Schlatt stood up and moved in front of you, using his non-remote-holding hand to gently hold you down on the couch. You fought against his strength and eventually stood up, jumping for the remote as Schlatt raised it above his head.

"Sorry, pipsqueak. I'm taller than you, so I win," Schlatt gloated with a smug grin.

"Okay, Mount Everest, don't think I won't climb up there," you challenged.

"Ankle-biter."

"Bigfoot."

"Armrest."

"Gandalf."

"Hey, my facial hair is way better than Gandalf's!" Schlatt shouted dramatically. He reached for your ribs are started poking you, which tickled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't think calling you Galdalf would hit a nerve like that!" You surrendered in between fits of laughter.

You two were in an old-fashioned cowboy standoff, TV remote being held high above Schlatt's head.

"Butthead," you stated confidently, your arms crossing against your chest.

"Butthead? Really? How cute. What's next, you're gonna call me a meanie?" Schlatt held the tv remote high over his head, smirking down at you.

"Maybe I will. Meanie!" You stood your ground defiantly, jerking your upper body toward him in a motion that was supposed to be intimidating, but it didn't have that effect on Schlatt. He knew you well enough that you woudn't genuinly hurt him, this play-fighting was normal for you.

You stepped back, and Scxhlkatt finally got a good look at you. You were lightly glistening with sweat, making your shirt stick to your frame along with your hair sticking to your face. Schlatt reached out with his free hand and brushed a stray hair off your forehead, tucking it behind your ear.

"I'm not that mean, am I?" Schlatt stepped closer to you, his voice softer than before, but it intimidated you even more when you realized how close he was.

You swallowed, refusing to break eye contact. Your breathing shallowed, and you could smell an intoxicating mixture of Schlatt's cologne and deodorant, which had faded by this late in the afternoon, so you could also get the scent of his natural musk. It took everything in you to not succumb to your desires and bury your face in his chest. You shakily stood your ground, thinking this was just an accidental closeness, until the hand that Schlatt used to brush your hair back mere moments ago began to trace your jawline until it gingerly grasped your chin and lightly pulled your face closer to his.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat got your tongue?" You could feel your face flush at the nickname as you finally diverted your eyes, convincing yourself that the floor was much more interesting to look at.

"No, I just-... can I just have the remote back?" You outstretched your hand toward his chest, eyes still fixed on the floor.

"Yeah, uh... sorry. Here you go." Schlatt gently placed the remote in your hand, and you felt the heat of his fingers on yours, lingering there. You finally had the courage to look back into his eyes, hands still touching.

You swallowed again, your throat suddenly very dry. "Um, thank you, Jay..." your voice trailed off, watching his pupils grow and sweat beading on his forehead.

"Yeah, sure. Let's uh, let's sit back down."

The two of you awkwardly make the short trip back to the couch and sat on opposite ends of the loveseat, and you restarted Kill Bill: Volume 3 in silence.

Fifteen minutes of silence went by, slowly and agonizingly, and you couldn't take it anymore.

"You think I'm pretty?" You asked nonchalantly, seemingly out into the open air. You kept your eyes on the television, but you could see Schlatt look over to you out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't see him very well, which was intentional, but he almost seemed... nervous?

"Well, yeah, I, uh... of course I do," Schlatt stumbled over his words, his eyes falling to his lap.

You turned toward him, finally allowing yourself to look at him. He was slightly hunched over, seemingly trying to make himself smaller. His eyes were fixated on his hands, which were fidgeting in his lap.

You scooted closer to him on the couch as an attempt to bridge the gap of awkwardness. "Thank you," you softly replied. Your eyes darted toward your own lap.

"Why do we do this as a species? Just look at each other," you thought to yourself. When you did look back up, you saw Schlatt's outstretched arm coming toward you. He had scooted closer to you when you weren't looking, apparently. Your lips parted, as if to say something, but no words came out. Schlatt's delicate fingers brushed another strand of hair back behind your ear. Schlatt's eyes searched your face for any kind of emotion - love, rejection, anger, lust, happiness, ANYTHING. His hand traced your jawline again, this time trailing toward the nape of your neck.

"Can I kiss you?"

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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hey!!! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader wanderings into schlatts bedroom, (maybe shes like staying over to film or smth, but they aren't in a relationship yet) and climbs into bed with him. IDK fill in the blanks ig?!? sorry if this is annoying

Tipsy (jschlatt)

a/n: omg anon you are so sweet <33 tysm <3 i promise this isnt annoying at all! i go absolutely FERRAL for requests. hope you like this one :o

The Texas night enveloped the room in a serene calmness as you finished up your tipsy livestream, the remnants of laughter and casual conversations lingering in the air. Schlatt's house was a cozy sanctuary, the kind of place where you felt at ease, even in your slightly inebriated state.

After concluding your stream, you found yourself feeling a bit disoriented, the late hour and the mild alcohol buzz making navigation through the unfamiliar halls a tad challenging. You wandered aimlessly, your senses slightly dulled, until you found yourself outside Schlatt's bedroom.

In your semi-drunken haze, a sense of familiarity washed over you, and without much thought, you gently pushed open the door. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting a warm hue over the space. Schlatt lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.

A faint smile danced across your lips as you made your way over to his side, your thoughts muddled but your instincts telling you that this was the right thing to do. You slipped under the covers beside him, the warmth of the bed inviting.

Schlatt stirred at the movement, roused from his slumber by your unexpected presence. He blinked groggily, trying to make sense of the situation. You nestled closer to him, seeking comfort in your semi-conscious state. The soft, innocent gesture caught him off guard, leaving him slightly bewildered.

He hesitated, unsure of what to do. Your breathing evened out as you quickly drifted off to sleep, snuggling closer to him. Schlatt's heart fluttered inexplicably, a warmth spreading through him at the closeness, even though he'd never admit it.

Part of him wanted to push you away, to remind you that you were in his bed, but the other part—the part he buried deep down—enjoyed having you there. He grappled with conflicting thoughts, but in the end, he chose not to disturb your slumber.

In a bid to rationalize the situation, Schlatt lightly draped an arm around you, telling himself it was merely to get more comfortable. The touch sent a jolt through him, a sensation he couldn't quite comprehend. He shifted slightly, allowing you to cuddle closer, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

He laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that this was purely a matter of convenience. But deep down, in the solitude of the night, he felt a warmth—an inexplicable happiness that he couldn't quite shake off.

And so, in the quiet of the Texas night, beneath the canopy of stars, you slept soundly, unaware of the subtle fluttering in Schlatt's heart, as he, too, found a sense of unusual contentment in the unexpected closeness.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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Notes (Jschlatt)

Summery: schlatt has a hard time articulating his feelings for you so he leaves you notes

In the quiet corners of your shared space, amidst the chaos of everyday life, you found little surprises left by Schlatt—notes, drawings, and scribbles that were his unconventional way of showing affection. Some were sweet, some were humorous, and some... well, some were just downright absurd.

You'd find them in the most unexpected places—a note stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a doodle tucked inside a book you were reading, or even a message scribbled hastily on a scrap of paper.

The notes varied greatly. Some were simple reminders or words of encouragement, while others were laden with Schlatt's signature humor—dry jokes, sarcasm, and even the occasional crude doodle. They ranged from being endearing to downright ridiculous, and each one held a piece of Schlatt's peculiar charm.

One note read: "Roses are red, violets are blue, you're cute... yeah, that's all I got." Another had a poorly drawn heart accompanied by the words "Tried my best to draw a heart for you, but it looks like a fuckin' potato."

There were times when his attempts at humor were slightly off-color, with drawings that might be considered offensive by some. A crude doodle here, a slightly phallic-looking sketch there—things that made you roll your eyes but also made you chuckle at their absurdity.

Despite the eccentricities of his notes, you understood the sentiment behind them. Schlatt wasn't great with expressing affection through conventional means, but these scribbles were his way of reaching out, of showing that he cared, in his own unique manner.

Among the jokes and doodles, there were moments of genuine sweetness that tugged at your heartstrings. A note left on your desk, simple and sincere: "Just thinking about you. Hope you're having a good day."

You started collecting these notes, tucking them away in a special box—a box filled with Schlatt's peculiar brand of affection, each one a reminder of his effort to connect with you in his own way.

And oddly enough, these little scribbles brightened your days. In a world where grand gestures often stole the spotlight, it was the small, unconventional notes from Schlatt that made you feel cherished and understood in a way only he could convey. Each silly drawing or joke was a silent declaration of his affection—a language that only the two of you understood.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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This is genuinely the best fic I've read in a long time, it's SO good?!?!!!!

Memento Mori - Jschlatt x F!Reader (Zombie AU!)

1/? -> Next Part (Coming soon)

Plot: New York City is not the most pleasant place to be stuck in during a zombie apocalypse, especially as a tourist from another country. After just barely escaping a dangerous situation, Y/n finds herself having to stick with a standoffish man named Schlatt who seems to think she's more trouble than she's worth. Unfortunately, the perilous world the couple has found themselves in requires them to stick together in order to survive, even if they can't stand each other. Warnings: Zombie apocalypse typical violence, Descriptions of blood, wounds, and fainting. guns. Word Count: 2160

A/N: It's been a while! I'm sorry I keep promising fics that never appear, I've had a hectic school and exam semester. I ended up submitting my wips to my prof for grades so I couldn't post them unfortunately. Luckily they're back now so I'll be revising and trying to get into a good schedule. I hope you enjoy this one especially, I've been sitting on it forever!

“Just tell me, once this is over, would you stay with me? Would you want me like this?” The tall brunette’s voice was filled with a sense of nervous urgency, his brown eyes that were usually filled with a closed off sense of overconfidence pleading to you with unfallen tears of affection.

You were quiet, your mouth unable to function as you looked at him with sad, wet eyes. It was a shock, seeing the man so desperate before you. He was usually cocky or angry, nothing like this… It made you wonder how things turned out this way. How you both ended up in such a fucked up situation. How you couldn’t give him a true, honest answer. - Memento mori

Remember you must die

Your whole body felt weak and faint while your shoes slammed against the ground as you ran down the street, the heavy black backpack you had slung over your shoulder was causing your body to tilt to the right underneath its weight, your hands constantly adjusting its position on your shoulder out of discomfort. The sunrise was slowly dipping below the horizon, casting a heavenly golden light between the buildings, although it did little to save you from the summer heat that the excess of pavement in the city amplified, coating your body in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat. Although you were dressed light in your too small shorts and thin tank top that was about half holes half fabric, your flesh felt as if it was physically melting off of you from the heat. You were lucky people forgot about sun safety during the apocalypse, it meant you were easily able to scavenge for good sunscreen, although you probably had sweat so much off by now that it wouldn’t do anything. The yelling from the men behind you made the situation all the more frantic, especially with the addition of the heavy and steady stream of warmth on the lower right side of your stomach that refused to go unnoticed. Your amateur attempt at stitches had ripped a while ago when the chase began, and the reopened wound was clearly the cause of your woozy feeling. Somehow, Despite the dire situation, you felt a desperate jolt of regret in your body for not letting your grandmother teach you more about sewing past the basics when you were a child.

You sharply turned the corner, running into an alleyway. The quick turn disoriented your lightheaded body. Time felt thick and slow as two options presented themselves to you; climb the nearby fire escape and find a way out through the apartment complex (but risk being cornered inside), or continue down the alleyway to the street it connected to and risk being ambushed on the other side. The sound of your heartbeat played as a steady yet fast paced drum in your ears as you heard the sound of the men’s running feet slamming on the pavement coming closer and closer. Your mind envisioned the bullets that would swiftly pierce your skin once they found you. The feeling of your body collapsing onto the pavement in a painful heap that was warm and sticky with your blood seeming more like a prophecy than a possibility. With sweaty hands you scrambled on top of the nearby dumpster and grabbed a hold of the fire escape ladder. The rusty appendage creaked dangerously under your weight. You could feel even more stitches tearing as you pulled yourself up. Your battered and weak body yelled at you to stay still and rest as you made it onto the platform, collapsing onto your stomach. Acting on adrenaline alone, you pulled yourself shakily onto your hands and knees and sent the hardest kicks you could to the ladder, causing it to slam into the ground below and render your pursuers unable to follow you up. Just as they rounded the corner to the alley, you crawled through the broken window of the apartment, only just barely avoiding detection. The tan carpet was moldy, presumably from rain entering through the broken window you had used to get in. Still, you collapsed into a heap on the carpet, panting heavily from the run. You were especially unlucky to have been in New York City as a tourist when the apocalypse broke out four months ago. Even though quite a bit of time had passed since the apocalypse broke out, you were still a novice at navigating the concrete jungle, which made avoiding scavenging in places already claimed by hostile groups of survivors a difficult task. You were honestly surprised you even managed to escape the current situation alive and find a safe spot, although the whole interaction was not worth the lone can of beans that had started the whole conflict. You hardly had time to catch your breath before your weak and disoriented body was quickly pulled up into a kneeling position by the now unbearably heavy backpack you wore, your tired body feeling much like a ragdoll. The cocking of a gun and cold metal pressed against your head soon followed.

You didn’t even have the energy to be scared anymore. Your mind was woozy, the world spinning from the blood that flowed and flowed uncontrollably from your weakened body, and the only thing you had the strength to do was wonder what death would be like. It sounded nice to no longer exist, to not think or experience anything anymore, to have your consciousness absorbed by an unending black void. To not be. But as death placed a cold, metal kiss to the back of your forehead, you couldn’t help but picture a set of sheer white curtains. You would feel content, watching them tinged orange from the sun that set over your childhood hometown through the window. The breeze softly leaving small kisses all over your face as you stood a few meters away from the open window, the curtains dancing in the gentle wind transfixing you to the sight. It would smell like the irreplaceable evenings spent with your friends as you waited for someone to start a bonfire. You would feel like you did once you finished swimming in the quarry on a perfectly warm summer day, but without the soggy feeling of being wet. It would be the manifestation of being hugged by a loved one you hadn’t seen in a while, your bodies pressed together into a gentle yet tight embrace, a soft feeling coating your body. You never wanted to let go. As the world seemed more and more distant, you squeezed your eyes shut, savouring the image you could practically taste upon your tongue. Death would be easy. It would be safe. It would be peaceful. It would all be okay. It would all be okay. It would all be okay. By the time your body slumped face first onto the floor, you were no longer around to experience the sensation of falling.

You woke up in a bed that someone you would never know once called their own, dust and the powder of broken plaster covering nearly all possible surfaces in the dilapidated yet fairly well kept bedroom. A steady breeze was blowing in through the large broken window, the sheer white curtains that flowed with it were tinged yellow with both age and the light from the setting sun that lowered solemnly into the horizon. The wind from the half opened window grazed against your skin as you inhaled the crisp, thick breeze into your lungs and felt your body be painted in a heavenly gold by the ethereal golden hue. The pain that seeped into every bit of your being breathily whispered into your ear that this was not heaven. A faint rustling grew closer and closer to the door of the room. You wanted to sob loudly as you propped yourself up in the bed feeling a tightness in your side where your wound had been. It wasn’t moving like the rest of your body. You peeled off the covers gently, bandages covering the biggest problem area and more staring back at you. You had been patched up. You carefully put the covers back on as if any exposure to air would ruin it. Your still adjusting eyes wandered around the room, cautiously searching for something to use as a weapon against whatever could be making the noise that came from just outside the door. The only reason you could imagine having been cared for by a stranger was if they belonged to one of those radical fringe cults that began popping up after the apocalypse hit. Unfortunately, you had no interest in joining them and they never took too kindly to rejection. You inhaled sharply as the room’s door opened and perhaps the tallest man you had seen in person entered the room, a can of beans with a spoon stuck out of it looking small as he held it in his hand. His hair was brown and long enough to peek out of the weathered New York Yankees cap placed on his head, a stray bit falling in front of his face. The man’s facial hair was odd, styled into a mustache and mutton chops although it was roughly trimmed, likely a result of having to use scissors.

The sight of him was inarguably intimidating. He was dressed in bits of gear he must have looted from dead riot police that had come to defend the city at the beginning of the outbreak. His large form was adorned with the bullet proof vest, forearm covers, and knee pads they often wore. Strapped to his waist in a holster was a handgun. You suddenly felt silly wielding the 70’s alarm clock you had instinctively picked up. “I’ll give you a few moments to think about if you really want to attack me,” he said, his dark brown eyes watching you quickly drop the alarm clock to the floor. “Smart.” “Who are you?” You asked, trying anything you could to seem in control over the situation in which you could not possibly be less in control. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one who broke into my safehouse and bled all over the place. Do you know how hard it is to clean up blood well enough that it won't attract zombies? Especially without cleaning supplies,” He countered bitterly. Although his movements were casual in nature while he placed the can of beans beside a glass of water you hadn’t noticed on the end table, everything about him exuded an intimidating level of power and dominance, not to mention annoyance towards your presence. He picked up the discarded alarm clock from the ground, his gaze hard as he examined it in his hand before also placing it on the bedside table. “Well yeah, but…”

“But what? You’re not in any place to be making demands,” His eyes flickered back to yours, his gaze daring you to go on. “So either we’re at an impasse, or you cough up your name. I really don’t care either way.”

“Y/n,” You let a few beats pass before responding, looking down at the weathered duvet that covered your body rather than at him. “Schlatt,” He replied in turn. Wordlessly he lifted the duvet that covered your injured side and peeled up your shirt. With precise hands, he shifted around your bandages to inspect your patched up wound. You knew better than to make a comment about his odd name and cold hands.

“Well thank you …Schlatt… for helping me out,” Your words were shy as you tried to ease the tension between you two.

“Don’t,” came Schlatt’s curt reply. “I didn’t do it for your sake or anything, I’d just rather not have to deal with body disposal on top of everything.”

You stayed silent, watching as he continued to inspect your wound before re-covering it and pulling away, looking down at you. Every second spent in the same room as him had you feeling like more and more of a burden. Although you were grateful to Schlatt for saving your life, you couldn’t help but dislike being around him.

“You should eat,” He broke the silence, motioning to the can of beans he put beside your bed. “Don’t let them go to waste, it’s hard getting shit around here. And sleep too. You’ve been out for a few days but you still don’t look in good shape, if anything were to happen you’d be a burden.”

Not wanting to cause any issues, you stayed silent. In lieu of a response you quickly picked up the can of beans and began to eat, not noticing how ravenously hungry you were until you had food in your grasp. Schlatt’s cold eyes watched you for a few moments before he walked out, leaving you alone in the dimming room as the sun set.

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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Haaaai!! I just finished reading your schlatt x girly reader fic and I absolutely loved it! It's exactly what I was looking for ~3~

Sooo I have a similar request! :Dd

A really girly reader who's the definition of a sunshine. She's very very sensitive, sweet, positive and shy~~ Could you write something about the dynamic between them? I'm an absolute sucker for the "sunshine reader x grumpy I hate everyone but you schlatt"! And I have a feeling you would write it perfectly <3

If you don't mind I would really really like to know how would he react to someone being rude to the reader(she takes it very much to heart and cries) and how would he react :3

This request is very self indulgent so I hope you don't mind <33

Much loveeee! 💕

Mwah! 💋

Sunshine (Jschlatt)

a/n: Ahhh thank you so much for this request!!!! I love it :))) you are literally the sweetest ever <3 (i think im in love with you) super sorry for the delay on this one, hope you enjoy!

also i have a schlatt fic thats kinda similar to this you may also like -> i don't hate your guts

In the bustling world of chaos and brashness, you were a beacon of sweetness and positivity, a living embodiment of sunshine. Your heart, delicate and sensitive, radiated warmth even in the coldest of environments. And then, there was Schlatt, the grumpy, no-nonsense man who seemed to despise the world.

The dynamic between you and Schlatt was like a dance between sunlight and shadows. Your sweetness clashed with his gruff exterior, yet somehow, the two of you found a rhythm that worked. It all began in the most unexpected way.

You, with your infectious laughter and warm smile, had caught Schlatt off guard. He was drawn to your genuine kindness and the way you saw the good in everything. It was as if your sunshine had seeped into the cracks of his tough exterior, softening the edges.

At first, Schlatt didn't quite know how to handle your boundless positivity. He'd roll his eyes at your cheerful greetings, scoff at your innocent remarks, and yet, deep down, he found himself intrigued by this ray of sunshine that refused to be dimmed.

One day, he grumbled about the state of the world, about people and their endless schemes. You listened quietly, your head tilted to the side as you processed his frustrations. Instead of offering a counterargument, you simply smiled and said, "Maybe, but there's still good in people, you know? Sometimes you just have to look a little harder."

Schlatt raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-annoyed by your unwavering optimism. Little did he know, those words lingered in the back of his mind.

As days turned into weeks, Schlatt found himself gravitating towards you. He'd deny it vehemently, of course. But there was a softening in his gaze when he looked at you, a certain tenderness that betrayed his grumpy exterior.

One day, he caught himself smiling at your infectious laughter. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with warmth, and he quickly averted his gaze, muttering something about finding your joy irritating.

You, on the other hand, saw through his act. You could sense the gruff exterior was just that—a façade. And instead of pushing, you continued to sprinkle your sunlight into his life. Slowly but surely, Schlatt found himself basking in the warmth you offered.

He'd never admit it out loud, but you became his exception, the one person who managed to carve a place in his guarded heart. The scowls he directed at the world lessened when you were around, replaced by a begrudging fondness that only seemed to grow.

In the end, your sunshine had a way of breaking through the toughest barriers. Schlatt might still claim to hate everyone and everything, but you were the exception, the one he couldn't bring himself to despise. And in that unlikely dynamic, a unique and endearing connection flourished.

One evening at a bustling cafe took a sour turn when an accidental spill occurred. You, being your usual clumsy yet endearing self, knocked over a drink onto a passerby's table. The stranger's reaction, however, was far from understanding.

The person launched into a tirade, berating you with harsh words that cut through the air. Schlatt, who had been observing from a distance, felt a simmering anger rising within him. It was one thing for him to grumble and growl at the world, but witnessing someone target you, his sunshine, was a different matter altogether.

Without a second thought, Schlatt stepped in, his presence towering over the rude stranger. "Alright, that's enough," he asserted, his voice low and commanding, the only thing holding him back from saying anything to harsh was your presence beside him. "She made a fuckin' mistake. You think yelling at her is gonna fix anything?"

The stranger, taken aback by the unexpected intervention, stammered but couldn't find words to retort. Schlatt shot them a stern look, making it clear he had no patience for their attitude.

Once the stranger retreated, Schlatt turned his attention to you, his features softening. "Hey," he said, gently placing a hand on your cheek, "don't listen to that crap. Accidents happen. You're fine."

You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and gratitude. The warmth in his gaze was a stark contrast to the cold words you had just faced. Schlatt might not have been the most affectionate guy, but in moments like these, his protective side shone through.

He guided you to a quieter corner, away from the judgmental eyes. "Look, I'm not mad at you, okay? People like that just enjoy being assholes. You didn't deserve that."

You nodded, your eyes still a bit watery from the encounter. Schlatt, in a rare display of tenderness, pulled out a napkin and began dabbing at the spilled drink on your clothes. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about his concern.

As the anger from the confrontation subsided, Schlatt found himself feeling an unfamiliar warmth—a protective instinct he couldn't deny. "Next time someone treats you like that, I'll kick their ass, 'kay sunshine?" he grumbled, trying to mask his concern with a hint of irritation.

You managed a small smile and a nod, appreciating the unexpected support. "Thanks, Schlatt. I'm glad you were there."

He mumbled something incoherent, but the corners of his lips twitched upwards, a subtle acknowledgment of the camaraderie that was growing between you two. In that moment, beneath the cafe's dim lights, Schlatt became more than the grumpy exterior he presented to the world.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sammy #schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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Because you asked for requests. Maybe building gingerbread houses with Jess Mariano? xo

Frosting (Jess Mariano)

a/n: anon!!!!!<3 thank you sm for this request! sorry for how long it took, hope you like it :) and to anyone else with requests ill get to them asap :))

The aroma of gingerbread filled the cozy apartment as you an your boyfriend, Jess Mariano, gathered around the kitchen island, ready to embark on the annual tradition of building gingerbread houses. The table was cluttered with an assortment of candies, icing bags, and, of course, pre-baked gingerbread pieces.

Jess eyed the array of candies with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, half of these are gonna end up in my stomach, right?"

You chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. "Behave, Mariano. We need those for the gingerbread house."

As you both started assembling the houses, the competitive spirit ignited. Jess, surprisingly meticulous with the task, scrutinized the angles of the gingerbread walls, determined to make his house a structural masterpiece.

"This has to be stable," he muttered to himself, holding two pieces together as if inspecting a construction project.

On the other hand, you were more focused on the decorative aspect. Your house was adorned with colorful candies, creating a vibrant, sugary landscape.

"Are you going for a candy wonderland or a gingerbread fortress?" Jess quirked an eyebrow, eying your creation.

You grinned. "Why not both? It's called creativity, Jess."

The banter continued as you both decorated your respective houses. Jess's concentration was evident, but you couldn't resist the occasional candy theft – a sneaky swipe here and there, which he pretended not to notice.

Eventually, the clash of creative visions led to a playful argument about the perfect gingerbread house aesthetic.

"It's like a battle between tradition and chaos," Jess remarked, eyeing your candy-covered masterpiece with a raised eyebrow.

"Tradition with a touch of fun," you countered, adding a gumdrop turret to the roof.

As the gingerbread houses neared completion, Jess couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed a handful of candies and strategically placed them on your creation, breaking into a sly grin.

You gasped in mock horror. "Sabotage! This is war!"

The playful argument escalated into a candy fight, both of you laughing as you exchanged sweet artillery. The kitchen was now a mess of frosting and candies, but it was a mess filled with laughter and shared moments.

Finally, you both stood back, surveying the sugary battlefield. Jess had a triumphant grin, a candy cane sword in hand.

"I win," he declared, a victorious glint in his eyes.

You shook your head, smiling. "Fine, fine. You win this round, but only because I let you."

The banter paused, and Jess looked at you, his eyes softening. Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed you – a sweet, lingering moment that went beyond the playful argument.

When he pulled away, he wiped a bit of frosting from the corner of your lip. "You had something there."

You smirked, knowing the real reason behind the kiss. "Uh-huh, sure. It was just the frosting."

Jess chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug. "Whatever you say, but don't blame me if I need to inspect for stray candy again."

As you both shared a laugh, the gingerbread houses stood as sweet testaments to a day filled with laughter, love, and a bit of delicious chaos.

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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IM SO SORRY?!? WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME TAJT SCHLATT ACTUALLY SANG FRANK SINATRA?!?! AS THE AVID SCHLATT AI COVER LISTENER I AM, THE ONLY THING I FEEL IS SHOCK?!? THIS LITERALLY CANT BE REAL?!? LIKE UTS NOT. ITS ALL FAKE?!? WHY IS IT GOOD?

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wasabidottie · 4 months

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hey everyone, i just wanted to hop on real quick and thank you guys for getting me to 100 followers. thats absolutely insane, im so honored and thankful for each and everyone of you. like its so crazy that 100 people like reading my silly lil stories. i love you guys :). i'm so sorry i havn't been posting, im just now finishing up finals and dealing with the messy ending of a situationship i had for the past year, but i plan on coming back so very soon. thank you guys again for everything. it truly means the world <3

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wasabidottie · 6 months

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SO. Schlatt x really girly and doll like fem reader . She only wears any shades of pink and white ! With bows and cute skirts, schlatt calls her little lamb, really like mushy romantic stuff! (Nsfw is okay if yiu do that :3!)

a touch of pink (Jschlatt)

a/n: ahh thank you sm for the request, i hope i did it justice :)

Schlatt had never been one for frilly, pink, or cute things. His life had been dominated by bold statements, brashness, and the relentless pursuit of his goals. But then, you had entered his life, a whirlwind of all things soft, delicate, and feminine.

You were a vision in pink and white, your wardrobe filled with an array of pastel shades, cute bows, and twirly skirts. Schlatt had affectionately dubbed you his "little lamb," a nickname that had stuck and was used far more often than your real name.

After you and Schlatt had decided to move in together, it became apparent that the two of you were polar opposites when it came to interior design. His home was plain and functional, a stark contrast to your love for all things cute and colorful. But you had a way of bringing your unique style into his life without overwhelming it.

Hints of your personal style started to appear throughout his house. A light pink throw blanket draped over the back of the couch, fluffy white pillows with cute designs found their way onto the living room chairs, and a dainty vase of fresh flowers adorned the dining table. You'd even convinced Schlatt to paint a wall in the bedroom a soft, rosy shade of pink.

Schlatt's fans couldn't help but notice the changes in his home. They often poked fun at the addition of pink, the plush cushions, and the occasional delicate trinket. But Schlatt didn't give a damn about their opinions. To him, the hints of your style were a reflection of your presence in his life, and he cherished every one of them.

He loved the feeling of coming home to a space that you had both created. Your personal touches transformed the stark environment into a cozy, inviting haven. And despite his tough, no-nonsense persona, Schlatt couldn't help but be smitten by the way your style had woven itself into his life.

Schlatt sat on the couch, engaged in a casual conversation with his friend over the phone. The topic veered towards the changes in his home, and his friend asked with a chuckle, "Does all that pink stuff ever annoy you?"

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, you had been arranging some of your knickknacks, contemplating whether to rearrange them for the umpteenth time. Your ears caught Schlatt's conversation from the other room, but only snippets. The words "pink stuff" and "annoy you" struck a chord, causing your heart to race.

Your mind leaped to conclusions, misunderstanding the context entirely. You thought Schlatt was talking about your girly decor and how it might annoy him. The thought of imposing your personal style on him and potentially irritating him flooded your mind.

With tears brimming in your eyes, you hastily started removing the cutesy decorations, your heart heavy with self-blame and guilt for what you perceived as forcing your taste on Schlatt. The rosy wall, which had been a testament to your shared compromise, became a target for repainting in your mind.

As you rearranged the room, placing the decorations in a pile, your tears fell freely. You felt selfish for wanting to express your personality in the space you shared with Schlatt, believing you had overstepped, misunderstanding his feelings towards the decor.

Unbeknownst to you, Schlatt had finished his call and was now looking for you. He followed the trail of removed decor items, leading him to the bedroom, where he found you on the floor, surrounded by your treasured knickknacks, your cheeks stained with tears.

"Hey, what's going on, little lamb?" Schlatt's voice was soft and filled with concern as he crouched down beside you, his arms instinctively reaching out to comfort you.

You looked up, eyes red and puffy, and tried to explain through your sobs. "I-I'm sorry, Schlatt. I heard you talk...I thought you didn't like the decorations, so I was removing them. I'll repaint the wall, I didn't mean to impose this girly stuff on you."

Schlatt's heart sank as he realized the misunderstanding. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you cried. "Hey, hey, no, no, it's not what you think. I love the way you've made this place feel like home. It's you, it's us. I'm sorry, I should've been clearer. I love what you've done with the place, it's perfect because it's yours."

He gently wiped away your tears, looking into your eyes with sincerity. "I love your style, I love you. You're not forcing anything on me, you're making this house feel like our home, together."

He held you until your tears subsided, reassuring you with words of affection and promises that your personal touch was more than welcome. In the end, the misunderstanding only strengthened the bond between you and Schlatt, reinforcing the understanding and love you shared. He led you to the living room, guiding you to the comfortable couch, ensuring you were seated before settling in beside you. The soft light from the evening sky peeked through the window, casting a gentle glow into the room as the rain outside continued to pitter-patter against the glass.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody, "come here." He tucked you against his chest, your head resting just beneath his chin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath in a comforting rhythm. He wrapped his arms securely around you, offering solace and warmth, his fingers tracing calming circles on your back.

You snuggled into the safety of his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek, the familiar sound reassuring and comforting. The lingering warmth of his arms around you was like a protective shield, a cocoon of affection that encased you both.

Schlatt buried his face in the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses on your skin. "I love you, little lamb," he whispered, the endearment rolling off his tongue in a tender caress. "I'm sorry if I made you upset. I'm not great at expressing myself sometimes, but I adore everything you bring into our home."

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were soft, filled with a sincerity that made your heart flutter. "I love you too, Schlatt. I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's alright. I'm the lucky one here," he replied, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of your hand. "You make everything better. You make me better."

The two of you sat together, wrapped in each other's embrace, the rain adding its soothing background music. Schlatt's arms around you were a sanctuary, a safe place that felt like home. You could feel the love he held for you in the way he held you close, in the tender way he kissed your forehead.

"I don't usually show this side of me to anyone, you know," Schlatt remarked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "But you... you're different. You bring out this side of me."

A feeling of contentment washed over you. You nestled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his love enveloping you, as the world outside faded away. In that moment, you knew that you were both each other's safe harbor, a haven of love and understanding. The misunderstandings had only strengthened your bond, reinforcing the affection and commitment you held for each other.

As you basked in the comfort of each other's arms, you felt a sense of tranquility and belonging. This was your love, your life, and it was just as beautiful as the pastel hues you adored. In this shared embrace, with the rain pouring outside, you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

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wasabidottie · 6 months

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im literally so in love with josh hutcherson

#josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #peeta mellark #🤧

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Brothers Best Friend (Jschlatt)

part two part three

a/n: heyy friends, i kinda forgot about this?!?! im so sorry. but heres the next part <3

The news of a big party had swept through the school like wildfire, and it seemed like everyone was talking about it. The anticipation of the upcoming event created an electric buzz in the air, as students exchanged excited whispers in the hallways and crowded around lockers, making plans and sharing details.

Despite the chatter that filled the school, [Y/N] found herself less than enthused. Parties were never really her scene, and she preferred quiet evenings spent with a good book or her camera. The idea of attending a raucous gathering filled with music, people, and noise didn't hold much appeal to her.

But then there was Tristan, her boyfriend. Ever since the awkward car ride home from the diner, he had been on her case about attending the party. He seemed insistent, and his persuasive techniques left a lot to be desired.

"Why are you being such a bore, [Y/N]?" he had scoffed when she initially expressed her lack of interest in the party. "Everyone's going, and you're just going to stay home alone?"

His words had stung, and despite her initial reluctance, she had begun to feel guilty about her decision. Tristan had a knack for making her feel guilty or boring whenever she didn't want to do something he did.

It wasn't that [Y/N] didn't appreciate him, but she often felt like she had to justify her choices to him, and his insistence on attending the party was just one more example of this behavior.

Feeling worn down by his comments and eager to avoid confrontation, [Y/N] had eventually caved. She had reluctantly agreed to go to the party with Tristan, though her heart wasn't fully in it.

As she prepared for the evening, a sense of unease settled over her. She couldn't shake the feeling that Tristan's insistence wasn't about having a fun night together but about controlling her choices. But for now, she pushed those concerns to the back of her mind, determined to make the best of the evening and hoping that the party would turn out to be more enjoyable than she anticipated.

The school day passed in a blur for [Y/N], the anticipation of the upcoming party hanging heavy in the air. It seemed that every conversation around her revolved around the event. People discussed what to wear, who they'd be going with, and which friends they hoped to meet there. [Y/N] couldn't help but feel like she was merely going along for the ride, driven by Tristan's insistence rather than genuine excitement.

As the final bell rang and students flooded the hallways, she found herself heading to her locker to gather her things. Tristan had texted her earlier, reminding her of the party and suggesting they go together. [Y/N] sighed, feeling a sense of obligation to her boyfriend, even though the unease in the pit of her stomach persisted.

At her locker, she was joined by Ted and Schlatt, who had their lockers nearby. Ted was animated, discussing his plans for the party with his girlfriend, Shae, who would be accompanying him. His excitement was palpable, and he couldn't stop smiling as he recounted how much fun they were going to have.

Schlatt, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically quiet. He mumbled something under his breath about how the party was going to be a disaster and how he had no interest in attending.

Ted rolled his eyes at Schlatt's grumbling and continued to talk about his own plans for the night. "Shae's been looking forward to this party for weeks. Her friend has been planning it, and I have to admit, it's pretty cool."

Schlatt grumbled in response, seemingly unimpressed. [Y/N] watched as a flash of annoyance crossed his face, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to his sullen mood.

In the parking lot, the conversation about the party continued as Ted, [Y/N], and Schlatt made their way towards their respective cars. Ted looked over at [Y/N] with a smile, expecting an answer to his previous question. "So, are you coming to the party, [Y/N]?"

Before [Y/N] could respond, Schlatt interjected with a dismissive snort, "She's just gonna be a buzzkill and stay home like always. Fuckin' boring."

The comment struck a nerve with [Y/N]. She felt a flash of irritation at Schlatt's remark, but years of being around his abrasive nature had taught her to bottle up her response. She held her tongue, hoping to avoid escalating the situation.

Attempting to diffuse the tension, [Y/N] replied, "I'm actually going with Tristan." She deliberately omitted the mention of her reluctance to attend, not wanting to provoke further comments.

Schlatt, however, didn't hold back his derogatory remark, "Tristan's probably just gonna be there trying to hook up with other girls, you know how he is."

Her temper flared, and she rounded on Schlatt. "You know what, Schlatt? You're such an asshole!"

The vehemence in her voice caught both Ted and Schlatt off guard. Ted's expression turned from surprise to concern, while Schlatt's face contorted in a mix of frustration and annoyance. He opened his mouth, about to retort, but [Y/N] was already storming off, her steps echoing her anger.

"Hey, [Y/N], wait!" Ted called after her, but she was already moving, anger fueling her rapid steps as she hurried away from the brewing conflict.

Schlatt, caught off guard by her outburst, exchanged a confused glance with Ted. His usual gruffness softened momentarily as he seemed genuinely surprised by [Y/N]'s reaction. He mumbled something incoherent, half an attempt to explain himself, but the words seemed to falter on his lips.

Ted shot Schlatt a reproachful look. "Nice going, Schlatt. What was that about?"

Schlatt's frustration was evident, and he ran a hand through his hair, a mix of regret and irritation evident on his face. "I don't know, alright? She just always gets me on edge."

Ted sighed, a mixture of disappointment and exasperation. "Look, I get that you and [Y/N] sometimes clash, but that was a low blow. You owe her an apology."

But before Schlatt could respond, Ted hurried off after [Y/N], leaving Schlatt alone in the parking lot, his thoughts in disarray. He couldn't shake the discomfort he felt from the exchange, a sense of guilt gnawing at him as he realized the extent to which his words had affected [Y/N].

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wasabidottie · 6 months

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snowy mornings - jschlatt x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit suggestive at the end :)

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: its not even close to winter but i wrote most of this in one sitting so enjoy hehe

(moodboard by me, pictures not mine)

The sun barely peeks past the clouds. Small sprinkles of snow are still falling from the gray sky as Schlatt leaves the house.

He's all bundled up. He's wearing at least four layers underneath his coat, something his mother always insisted he do. A hat that you got him as a gift is snug on his head and thermal gloves he's had since he was sixteen keep his hands warm.

He looks through one of the windows of the house as he walks to the sidewalk, knowing you are still sleeping. He wishes he could be back in bed with you. Wishes he could have you in his arms. Wishes he was wrapped in blankets with you by his side as the heater warms the room.

But he's got a shovel in his hand, carrying the thing over his shoulder while he goes to the corner of the block, freezing his ass off even through all the layers.

His poor neighbors, elderly and helpless. They always thanked him whenever he shoveled for them, asking their children to come over and bring him some baked goods once the afternoon came. He didn't do it for some reward or anything, he knew some fucker would try to fall on their unshoveled property and “sue them for all they're worth,” as he told you one time. He just wanted to help them out and make sure their pathways were cleared.

He forgot to bring headphones out, so instead of blasting King Krule and Radiohead, he listened to the scraping of the metal against the concrete. The scraping that echoed throughout the entire block, likely waking light sleepers from their slumber. You were one of those light sleepers, and yet you stayed asleep.

It was taxing going around the corner and back to his house to clear pathways for walkers alike. His neighbors would do it as well but in due time. They weren't early risers like he was. But only in the winter.

Memories of his father waking him and his brother up at ungodly hours to shovel after overnight blizzards crashed their way into New York. Those mornings were silent as well; it was like the grating scraping was music to his father's ears.

He managed to complete all the shoveling in less than an hour, his personal record.

Quickly walking back up the driveway as the sun completely rose, he placed the shovel against the garage and went back inside, shivering and stomping the snow out of his boots.

He yawned as he took his hat off. He placed it on the flat part of the handrail, looking at how the snow immediately started to melt into the fur. The gloves were next, he was shocked his fingers weren't completely numb. Then the jacket, also hastily hung next to yours, untouched since yesterday. The boots were left right by the door to be moved later as he walked up the stairs and to the bedroom where he discarded the extra layers.

He didn't see you stir as he entered the room. Even in your tired state, you could tell he was out of bed. You opened your eyes and saw him undressing, remaining in an old t-shirt from his father's college days and flannel pajama bottoms you often coveted.

You stretch, yawning softly. That gets his attention. He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You're shocked awake by how cold his nose is.

“You're so warm...” he says, your neck muffling his words.

“Baby, you're freezing,” you hum as you pull him into bed with you. “Did you go out and shovel?”

“I always do.”

“Aww...” you kiss him on the cheek as you wrap the blanket around him. “You're so good.”

He hums a response, cuddling close to you. He holds you tight against him, wrapping his limbs around you in an awkward manner.

“You are too fucking tall.” You joke.

“And you are too fucking beautiful,” He kisses your neck many times. “And warm.”

“Go back to sleep, honey. You need to rest.”

“'S long as I can hold you in my arms like this, I'll sleep forever.”

You giggle, your laughter turning into a soft yawn. “Even when you're tired as shit you're still corny...” Your eyes close as you begin to stroke his hair.

He wakes before you once more five hours later. Your hand is still resting on the side of his head while the hand where your wedding ring rests is closer to his face.

He shifts slightly so he can have a better view of you. Your mouth is slightly agape as you breathe, your nose too stuffed for you to breathe through it properly. He can see the gap between your two front teeth, something that makes your smile all the more beautiful.

You eventually wake to the sight of your husband watching you. He’s smiling softly, tiredness still present in his eyes. “Hey, you all warmed up?”

“I am… you’re so pretty…” He lays his head on your chest. You smile, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get something,” You say as you try to get out of bed. He tries to grab you and bring you back to bed. “Just give me ten minutes, fifteen at most.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You come back ten minutes later with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He’s sitting up at this point, a hand running through his messy hair. He smiles when he smells the steaming beverage and reaches his arms out as you place it on the bedside table. You get back into bed and snuggle close to him as he blows on the drink.

“You remembered the marshmallows…” Schlatt says, a yawn obstructing his words.

“Of course I did.” You say. He laughs softly and wraps an arm around you. He tries to take a sip of the hot chocolate but hisses in pain as it burns his tongue.

“Aw, fuck.”

“Burns?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt waves a hand in front of his open mouth to try and ease the pain.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You joke. He nods, leaning close to you. You grin as you cup his face in your hands, the hair on his muttonchops tickling your palms. You press your lips to his softly, letting out a soft noise of surprise when he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He tastes like hot chocolate and home.

When you pull away, his face is tinted red. “All better?” You ask, feeling your face heat up.

“Um…” Schlatt pretends to think for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He tugs at the hem of your, his, sleep shirt.

“Oh… well I definitely need to do something about that.” You raise your arms above your head and allow him to take the garment off before leaning in once again.

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Walmart Blue 💙 (Jess Mariano)

You and your boyfriend, Jess, were enjoying a rare free day together. The sun was shining, and the town of Stars Hollow was bustling with activity. The two of you had decided to spend the day exploring, without any particular destination in mind. Just being together was enough to make you happy.

As you wandered through town, Jess couldn't help but sneak glances at you, admiring the way your eyes light up with every little discovery you made along the way. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you in his life.

At one point, you found yourselves in a quaint little antique store, filled with all sorts of unique treasures. You were drawn to an old typewriter in the corner, your fingers gently grazing the keys.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you said, eyes sparkling with fascination.

Jess nodded, a mischievous glint in his own eyes. "You really like it?"

You looked at him with a nod, wondering if he had something in mind. "Yeah, it's a work of art. But it's a bit pricey."

He just smiled mysteriously and continued exploring the shop with you, not revealing his plan just yet.

After you left the antique store, they stopped by Luke's for a quick lunch. Over burgers and fries, Jess could tell that you were a little curious about what was on his mind.

"Jess, you're acting all secretive," you teased, sipping your coffee. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

He gave you a sidelong look and decided it was the perfect time to surprise you. "You'll find out soon enough."

You continued your leisurely walk through town, visiting familiar spots and sharing stories about each others lives. Jess watched as you talked, unable to shake the feeling that he was the luckiest guy in the world.

As the day turned into evening, you found yourselves back at his and Luke's place. The atmosphere was cozy, and soft music played in the background. Jess cleared his throat nervously.

"Okay, close your eyes," he instructed.

You did as you were told, a mixture of excitement and curiosity washing over you. You felt Jess move around the room, and then heard him place something down.

"You can open them now."

You opened your eyes to see the vintage typewriter from the antique store, sitting on the coffee table. Your face lit up with pure joy, and you turned to Jess, eyes shimmering with gratitude.

"Jess, you didn't have to do this," you said, voice filled with appreciation.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Just thought it would look good in your place."

"It's beautiful,," you said, admiring the necklace. "But how... how did you afford this?"

Jess hesitated for a moment, the words stumbling out almost reluctantly. "I... I got named Employee of the Month at Walmart. Got a little bonus, so I thought I'd get you something nice."

Your eyes widened in pleasant shock. "Jess, that's incredible! I'm so proud of you!"

He shrugged, trying to downplay the achievement. "It's no big deal."

But the pride in your eyes, the admiration and the affection you showered on him for his achievement, made a warmth bloom in his chest. He had never received such genuine compliments, especially from someone so important to him.

As the evening progressed, the sun eventually dipped below the horizon. You found yourselves entwined in a comfortable makeout session, the love and affection between the two of you manifesting in tender, passionate moments. You were sitting in his lap, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness.

You suddenly pulled away, a grin stretching across your face. Jess looked at you, slightly puzzled. "What are you grinning about?"

You chuckled, looking down at him. "I was just picturing you in that blue Walmart vest."

He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't ruin the moment."

But underneath his playful protests, there was a faint smile dancing on his lips. He wasn't used to being at the receiving end of affection, especially the lighthearted teasing that felt so incredibly heartwarming and intimate coming from you.

The evening continued with laughter and a deeper sense of connection, each moment reminding Jess of the happiness and contentment he had found in your company. It wasn't just the gifts or the compliments that meant so much to him; it was the genuine care and love you showed him, filling a void he hadn't realized existed in his life. And that night, as he walked you back home, hand in hand, he couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have found someone who brought so much light into his world.

#jess mariano #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls fanfiction #gilmore girls #jess x reader #jess mariano imagine

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wasabidottie · 6 months

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Hey, I love Drunk pt 1 and 2! I was wondering if you could make a part 3? I need some fluff right about now lol

- Samantha ❤️

AHHHh!! yes of course! here you go, samantha darling :)) thank you sm for your support <3

"You're Drunk" (Jschlatt) part three

part one part two

The day of your first date back as a couple arrived, and Schlatt was a bundle of nerves. He knew that this was a crucial step in rebuilding your relationship, and he was determined to make it memorable.

He had spent hours deciding on what to wear, how he should style his hair, and what he should to say to you. He wanted to make a good impression, to prove to you that he was willing to put in the effort to win back your heart.

As you opened the door, Schlatt's breath caught in his throat. You were stunning, a vision in your chosen outfit, and he couldn't help but admire you. "Wow," he stammered, momentarily lost for words. "You look absolutely beautiful."

Your cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink, and you murmured a shy thank you. Schlatt's heart swelled at the sight of your blush, a clear sign that the connection you had once shared was still there, waiting to be rekindled.

Schlatt held the door open for you as you climbed into his car. He drove to a picturesque spot in the park. He had pulled out all the stops for this date, bringing with him a picnic basket filled with your favorite foods and a bottle of wine.

As you walked hand in hand through the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It was as if you were getting to know each other all over again, discovering new facets of your personalities and finding a connection that had been lost for too long.

The picnic was a simple yet heartfelt affair. The two of you shared stories, laughter, and delicious food. Schlatt couldn't help but watch you, his heart filled with a sense of contentment. He was grateful for this second chance, and he was determined not to let it slip away.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park, Schlatt reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a small box. He held it out to you with a nervous smile.

"I brought you something," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You opened the box to find a delicate necklace, a pendant shaped like a star. It was a simple yet meaningful gift, a symbol that held a deep meaning between the two of you.

"Jay, it's beautiful," you whispered, your eyes shining with emotion.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of relief and happiness at your response. It was a small but meaningful gesture, a token of his commitment to making things right.

You continued to chat and enjoy the picnic, the atmosphere between you continued to become more relaxed and comfortable. The tension that had lingered since your breakup was slowly dissolving, and in its place was a sense of warmth and connection.

As sun began to descend, painting the horizon in hues of pink and orange, the weather took a sudden turn. Dark clouds rolled in, signaling an imminent downpour. With the first few drops of rain hitting the ground, you and Schlatt quickly scrambled to gather the picnic items and huddle them into the basket and the backseat of his car.

By the time you reached the car, the rain poured down in sheets, leaving both of you thoroughly drenched. Laughing and out of breath, you tried to catch your breath, your clothes sticking to your skin as the water continued to cascade down.

Schlatt's laughter mingled with yours, the carefree sound echoing against the sound of the rain hitting the car's roof. It was a moment of joy and shared happiness, a moment that felt like a natural reconnection between the two of you.

The air between you felt lighter, and the tension that had loomed over the day had dissipated, leaving behind a comfortable familiarity.

As the laughter subsided into gentle chuckles, Schlatt's eyes lingered on you, a softness in his gaze that hadn't been there before. He swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing upon him.

"You know," he began, his voice a little hesitant, "this feels right. It feels like this is where I'm supposed to be."

You smiled, a mixture of understanding and warmth in your eyes. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?"

Your eyes met, holding a silent conversation that spoke volumes. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a mutual feeling that this moment held a significance neither of you could ignore.

As the rain drummed against the car, a soft, contemplative silence fell between you. Schlatt's gaze darted to your lips, a question forming in his eyes, one that he struggled to voice.

After a few moments of internal deliberation, he took a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation and nerves. "Can I kiss you?"

The words hung in the air, laden with a hope and a vulnerability that spoke of his longing for a reconnection, for a moment that could rekindle the flames of your love.

Your heart skipped a beat, feeling the weight of the question. You saw the earnestness in his eyes, the desire to bridge the gap between you both. You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, giving him the answer he sought.

He leaned in, closing the gap between you. The rain cascaded around you, a steady downpour that matched the rhythm of your hearts. As Schlatt's lips met yours, the world outside seemed to blur, and time stood still. The kiss began softly, tentatively, as if you were both testing the waters, exploring the depths of emotions that had been rekindled between you.

His lips were warm and inviting, and they moved against yours with a gentle, almost hesitant, pressure. It was a kiss filled with the promise of rediscovery, of two souls slowly finding their way back to each other.

As the kiss deepened, Schlatt's arms encircled you, pulling you closer. Your heart swelled with a mixture of longing and affection. The taste of rain on his lips, the intoxicating scent of wet earth and fresh grass, added to the sensory experience, making the moment even more memorable.

The kiss was a mixture of sweet and passionate, conveying a deep and profound connection that had been missed for so long. You could feel the intensity of his emotions through the kiss, his desire to make things right, to rebuild the love you had once shared.

Slowly, the kiss broke, leaving you both breathless and flushed. Schlatt rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips. It was a smile filled with hope and promise, a silent reassurance that this was just the beginning.

The rain continued to pour outside, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with the warmth of your rekindled love. The kiss had been a beautiful reminder that your journey was far from over, that the love you shared had the power to overcome past mistakes and rebuild a future filled with happiness and shared dreams.

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