(Guys im sorry but I couldnât find Tuckers wife name -I believe itâs Emma- anywhere. Sheâs literally only mentioned twice and didnât want to get her name wrong )
Also- Exams are done!!
âI hate LAâ You heard Schlatt grumble as he drove to Teds in the rented car. He wasnât wrong. It was full of trash and trash wanna be influencers with a pretty background behind it.
âOh youâre so grumpyâ You chuckled, stretching slightly as you pull your legs up to your chest, glancing over at him as he drove down Tedâs street.
Once you pulled up to his apartment block you saw him stood outside, waving his hands. âMy people!â You heard the shout from him, waving his hands in the air. You were staying at his for the week, sleeping in his spare room whilst Tucker and his wife stole Teds room. Leaving Ted in his own living room, though he set up an air mattress on the floor.
âCan you all stop getting engaged and married? I donât have the space!â He smiled, watching you guys get out the car, walking over to help with the luggage.
âOh shut upâ You huffed as you pulled out the luggage, leading to Schlatt just taking it as giving the ones he didnât have enough arms to carry, leaving you to the elevator and keys.
Schlatt and you got engaged a month before. Ted knew, thatâs why he invited you to LA months prior for a âGuys and girls tripâ as part of the chuckle week.
The week was going well, going around LA as the guys filmed, till you were sat in the kitchen eating breakfast with Schlatt and Tucker, Whilst his wife was at the grocery store, when Ted came in with a sigh. âGuys our fucking guest cancelled last fucking minute. Weâre filming today! These LA fucks!â He groaned, leaning against the counter with his head in his hands.
âLet her step in. Fans would eat it upâ Tucker mumbled as he pointed at you. I mean it is true, it would be fun and you could just hang out with Ted and Schlatt for an hour.
A few hours later you were settling into the plush couch, Schlatt and Ted either side of you. âWe will introduce you and all. Just be yourselfâ Ted smiled, Schlattâs hand on your lower back as you began.
The podcast went well, you had a laugh with your friends and managed to introduce yourself pretty well. âSo if you were part of a sandwich what part would you be?â Ted asked, leaning in forwards slightly, his chin resting on his hand.
âUmm⊠Iâd like to be the butter thatâs like slightly too cold to go on the bread so itâs now clumping into the breadâ you responded to a renowned paused, signifying the end to the podcast very awkwardly
âYou did good tootsâ You heard Schlatt mutter at the end, snaking his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you closer, kissing your forehead
I need schlatt and a reader who naps in his bed or lap while he streams!!
- đ (how are ya btw?)
Sleepy
-Weâre all good here! Short stuff more frequently due to exams
You had been awake the entire night, tirelessly poring over countless books and documents. Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from the hallway, "Are you planning to head to bed anytime soon?" You turned your head slightly and caught sight of your boyfriend, Schlatt, casually leaning against the doorway. His arms were crossed, muscles subtly tense, and a small, knowing smirk played on his lips as he observed you.
You squinted up at him, your hair casually gathered in a loose bun with a few stray strands falling across your face, slightly obscuring your view. A gentle smile played on your lips as he drew nearer, and you asked softly, "What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock already. I'm up early today," he said with a soft chuckle, his fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear. His hand lingered tenderly on your jaw, as if savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.
"Oh gosh," you murmured, pressing your pointer finger and thumb firmly against the bridge of your nose as you shook your head in disbelief. His hand instinctively mirrored your movement, gently following the motion of your head.
You caught a soft murmur of "Oh toots" escaping his lips as his thumb tenderly traced along your jawline, while his other hand carefully swept your stack of documents and books to the side.
You let out a soft groan, gently tilting your head back so it rests comfortably in his hand. As you look up at him, your eyes reveal a profound weariness, reflecting the deep exhaustion that weighs heavily on you. âIâll push through the dayâ
And push through you did, you collapsed onto the bed in Schlatts office at the end of the day. Exhaling deeper than ever as she fiddled on his computer. âYou alright, Doll?â He asked, his eyes not drifting away from the computer.
âNoâ You huff, nuzzling deep into the pillow âIâm tired, and Iâve got a headacheâ you groan, whining slightly as you roll onto your back.
âGo to sleep. Iâm streaming in 10 but Iâll be quiet.â He mumbled enough for you to hear it. You initially responded with a quick ânoâ before seeing him turn around and spot you completely nuzzled into the bed.
âOh yeah youâre sleeping there. No questionsâ the cat had already curled at your feet, claiming their territory and you as part of it.
You gently drifted off as the stream began, his occasional glances back at you disguised as âchecking on the catsâ
âBro is that an animal under the covers?â The Dono asked in reference to the curve of your body visible under the thin duvet with the bottom of it seen in his camera.
âNo no itâs not. Good friend got sick so Iâm keeping an eye on themâ he smiled at the camera than back at you, nobody was buying the friend thing, at all. But nobody wanted to correct him.
At the end of the stream, you were awoken by a drop in weight beside you. Spotting Schlatt laid beside you, his hand behind his head.
âNobody even cared you were thereâ he smiled, gently peaking your forehead. Everyone actually cared, but he didnât want you worrying in this state
Masc girl x schlatt but the masculine girl is a scuba diver but schlatt fears the ocean and the masculine girl tries to help schlatt get over his fear of the ocean.
Diving
"Come on, itâs really not that bad," you chuckled, scrolling through your camera roll to show Schlatt the videos from your recent adventure. The clips were filled with mesmerizing shots of octopuses gliding gracefully through the deep, dark waters. Schlatt leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make out the details on the screen, clearly intrigued but also a bit hesitant.
"Yeah, yeah, theyâre... absolutely lovely," he said, his voice trailing off as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. He pressed his lips together thoughtfully, gently biting his bottom lip in a moment of hesitation. You couldnât help but chuckle softly, catching the subtle expression from the corner of your eye as you observed him quietly.
"What is it that you don't like about that? I think it's absolutely beautiful," you said with a gentle smile, your hair softly cascading over your shoulder as you turned around to face him completely. You then leaned back casually against the kitchen counter across from him.
âItâs just, ehhhhâ He laughed awkwardly âJust very spooky, you knowâ
âItâs not like we have sharks,â you laughed, reaching forward to gently poke his side. Schlatt flinched with a dramatic little yelp, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.
âEasy for you to say,â he muttered, rubbing the spot youâd poked like youâd actually wounded him. âYouâre out there frolicking with eight-legged freaks of nature. Iâve seen the documentaries. One tentacle and youâre done for.â
You rolled your eyes fondly and hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter across from him, your legs swinging lightly. âOctopuses are actually really smart. And curious. Theyâre like the puppies of the sea, just⊠squishier. And with better problem-solving skills.â
Schlatt gave you a deadpan look. âYeah, because nothing says âcute and cuddlyâ like something that can unscrew a jar and shoot ink at your face.â
You couldnât help but grin at how genuinely unsettled he looked. It was kind of adorable. This big, usually confident guy reduced to awkward lip-biting over sea life. You leaned forward a little, softening your voice.
âHey⊠I know the ocean can be scary at first. When I did my first open-water dive, I was shaking so bad I almost couldnât equalize. But once youâre down there⊠itâs quiet. Peaceful. Like the whole world slows down and itâs just you and whateverâs floating by. No notifications. No pressure. Just blue.â
He watched you quietly as you spoke, his usual sarcastic shield cracking just a bit. You reached out and took one of his hands, tracing your thumb over his knuckles.
âIâm not saying you have to throw on a wetsuit tomorrow,â you continued gently. âBut⊠maybe we start small? We could go to the aquarium. Or even just watch some calmer videos together. Iâll hold your hand the whole time if you want.â
Schlatt exhaled through his nose, a soft, reluctant chuckle escaping. He squeezed your hand back, glancing down at where your fingers were linked.
âYouâre really into this whole âconvert the landlubberâ thing, huh?â
âOnly because I want to share it with you,â you said honestly, your voice dropping a little. âThereâs this one spot I love⊠calm water, tons of colorful fish, zero sharks in sight. I think youâd like it. And if you donât⊠we turn around and get tacos instead. Deal?â
He was quiet for a long moment, chewing on his bottom lip again as he studied your face. Then, slowly, he nodded.
ââŠYeah. Okay. Deal.â A small, crooked smile finally broke through. âBut if an octopus looks at me funny, Iâm blaming you.â
You laughed brightly and slid off the counter, stepping between his legs to wrap your arms around his neck. He automatically pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.
âBaby steps,â you whispered. âIâve got you.â
Schlattâs arms tightened around your waist, his voice low and warm against your hair.
âYeah⊠I know you do,â he murmured, his voice warm against your hair as he held you there in the kitchen.
The next few days were filled with baby steps, just like you promised.
You started with the aquarium, where Schlatt spent half the time pretending he wasnât impressed while his eyes stayed glued to the massive tank. By the time you reached the jellyfish exhibit, he was even cracking jokes again.
âThese look like floating snot blobs with anxiety,â he said, arms crossed. But when one drifted close to the glass and pulsed softly, he tilted his head. â...Still kinda hypnotic though.â
You took a million photos of him pretending not to smile. He stole your phone and took several blurry ones of you instead, captioning them âmy overly optimistic sea witchâ before sending them to himself.
A few days later, you graduated to the local beach at sunset â no diving, just wading. You held his hand the entire time, walking along the shallows while gentle waves lapped at your ankles. At first he was tense, eyes darting toward the darker water farther out, but you distracted him with stories from your dives: the time a curious sea turtle swam right up to your mask, or the tiny clownfish that tried to claim your finger as home.
Eventually his shoulders loosened. He even let go of your hand long enough to splash you lightly, laughing when you retaliated with a much bigger wave.
âYouâre evil,â he grumbled, wiping water from his face, but he was grinning.
Two weeks later, you were back at his place after another aquarium visit when you showed him the GoPro footage from one of your favorite shallow reef dives. The water was crystal clear, sunlight dancing across soft corals and schools of bright fish. No dramatic deep blue. No shadows that could hide anything scary. Just peaceful, vibrant life.
Schlatt watched the whole thing in silence, leaning against you on the couch with his arm around your shoulders. When the video ended, he didnât speak right away.
Then, quietly: â...It doesnât look like itâs trying to kill me in that one.â
You turned to look at him, surprised by the small admission. âItâs not. The ocean can be scary, but it can also be really gentle. Kind of like you when youâre pretending not to be a big softie.â
He snorted, but didnât deny it. Instead, he pulled you closer and pressed a slow kiss to your temple.
âAlright, sea witch. One snorkel trip. Thatâs it. If I see anything with more than four legs, Iâm out.â
Your heart did a little flip. âDeal. Weâll go somewhere super calm. Iâll be right there with you the whole time.â
The day of the snorkel trip arrived bright and clear. You picked a protected cove known for its calm waters and friendly fish. Schlatt was unusually quiet on the drive, fingers tapping restlessly on his thigh. When you parked, you reached over and laced your fingers with his.
âHey. If it feels like too much, we leave. No pressure, okay?â
He looked at you for a long moment, then nodded. âYeah. Okay.â
Getting him into the water took patience. He cursed under his breath the entire time he was putting on the fins, but once you were both floating face-down, you stayed close, your hand occasionally brushing his arm so heâd know you were there.
At first his breathing was sharp and fast through the snorkel. But slowly, as colorful fish swirled beneath you and sunlight filtered down in soft golden beams, his movements relaxed. You watched him lift his head once, spit out the snorkel, and just⊠stare.
âHoly shit,â he whispered. âItâs actually⊠really fucking pretty down there.â
You beamed, swimming closer until your masks were nearly touching. âTold you.â
He looked at you then â really looked â the ocean reflecting in his eyes. For once there was no sarcasm, no deflection. Just quiet wonder.
âYou make everything less scary,â he said, voice muffled by the snorkel as he put it back in. Then he reached out and awkwardly bumped his gloved hand against yours underwater in what you were pretty sure was an attempt at holding hands.
You stayed out there for almost an hour. He even pointed excitedly at a little school of sergeant majors and later laughed (a bubbly, garbled sound) when a friendly wrasse came right up to investigate his mask.
That night, back at home with takeout on the couch and his head in your lap, he looked up at you.
âSo⊠whenâs the next one?â
You blinked, surprised. âYou want to go again?â
He shrugged, cheeks slightly pink. âYeah. Maybe. If youâre there.â A pause. âAnd maybe one day⊠the octopus thing. But Iâm not making any promises about petting them. They can stay in their lane.â
You laughed softly and leaned down to kiss him, slow and sweet.
âBaby steps,â you whispered against his lips. âIâve got you.â
Schlatt smiled. That real, unguarded one he saved just for you â and pulled you down for another kiss.
âYeah⊠I know you do.â
And just like that, the guy who used to tense up at the mere mention of the ocean started making plans with you about reef-safe sunscreen and underwater cameras.
AN- I am getting around to my requests but let me be me (I wanted to give the requests the attention and love they deserve)
Real short one but exams are getting to me and I donât like leaving you guys hanging with no explanation if I disappear for a month :)
You flew into Haneda airport in an early April morning, catching the end of the cherry blossom season out the window of your plane. You left your bags in the hotel and exploded Tokyo, probably spending more money then you would dream of in a single day cause âYen is confusingâ.
You ended your evening, a new handbag over your shoulder as you stood at a bar in the Shinjuku golden gai area in the city, staring at the poorly translated bar menu.
âYou alright there?â You heard an American accent behind you, surprisingly uncommon in Tokyo. You turned to see a tall, white, and good looking man. Really uncommon in Japan. He was smiling at you with his arms crossed as he leaned against the bar.
âOh shit sorry. Yeah Iâm just thinking of what to drinkâ You giggled awkwardly, shrugging your shoulders as you eyes drifting between the bar menu and the man beside you.
âYou like beer?â You shook your head in response.
âGive me a secondâ he smiled at you, leaning against the bar making eye contact with the barman, signaling him to come over.
âKon'nichiwa. Ehhhâ he started to broken Japanese âNi⊠Ni RemonsawÄ Onegaishimasuâ he stuttered, trying to display a more confident face in front of you.
âI speak English sir. Two lemon sours coming up â the Japanese man responded, turning around to mix the drinks, which was instituting a giggle from you.
"Alright then," he murmured softly, elongating the final syllable as he cast a quick, warm glance in your direction, a gentle smile spreading across his face.
You settled down and engaged in a warm conversation with him for what felt like youâd known him for years when really it had only been mere hours, discussing your various travels, the vibrant city of Tokyo, and the details of your job. You looked at him with curiosity and said, "So, you're here twice a year? Wow, you must be making quite a bit of money."
âYouTube, dollâ He smiled, sipping on his lemon sour âOne of my best friends from YouTube is coming tomorrow. Last night of freedomâ He joked, gently nudging you.
âYouâd like him. Tall guy, kinda Boston accentâ He had a warm smile on his face talking about his friend, you could tell theyâve been friends for years it seemed.
With a soft and hopeful tone, you carefully inserted your request, "If you could share your number with me, perhaps I might have the chance to meet him." As you spoke, you looked up at him with a gentle expression, conveying both sincerity and anticipation.
âI donât normally give my number to fansâŠâ he tutted, looking around before grabbing a napkin âjust cause your beautifulâ
the concept of Schlatt becoming a "wife/girlfriend guy" after swearing not to and making fun of his friends for being losers for chasing after girls...
i'm just gonna leave it here...
My girl
(This is very twink Schlatt behaviour)
You laid on the couch, the lack of available pillow in this household strained your neck as you rested against it, your legs resting on the back of the couch.
The rest of the lunch club guys were gathered throughout the couch, your boyfriendâs Schlatts head beside yours, his neck equally as strained.
âCooper! Whatâs going on with that girl you were talking to? The one with the curlsâ He said across the couch to cooper who was slummed into the couch with Travis beside him
âSheâs just not into me dude. I tried to take her out.. nothingâ He sighed, slumming deeper in the couch. âI donât why you chase these girls manâ Schlatt retaliated, sitting back up using your chest as a support form.
âDude youâre in a relationshipâ Travis cackled, gaining the attention of the crowd surrounding them. âItâs easy for you to say dont chaseâ
Schlatt scoffed, still using your chest as a makeshift pillow like it was the most natural thing in the world. âBeing in a relationship doesnât mean I chase, bro. Thatâs the whole point. I donât have to chase anymore. Sheâs already here.â
You tilted your head down to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He was really doubling down.
Cooper let out a loud, dramatic groan from the other end of the couch. âHere we go again. Every time one of us strikes out, you pull the âI already won the gameâ card like you didnât used to call us pathetic for even trying.â
âIâm just saying,â Schlatt continued, gesturing lazily with the hand that wasnât resting on you, âyouâre out here simping, taking girls out, buying flowers and shit. Meanwhile Iâm chilling. Low effort, high reward.â
Ted barked out a laugh from the kitchen. âLow effort? Bro, you folded her laundry yesterday because she âhad a long day.â You literally sent us a picture of the fitted sheet like it was a trophy.â
Schlatt sat up a little, moving to use your stomach as leverage. âThat was one time. And it was efficient. Two birds, one stone.â
You couldnât hold back anymore. âBaby, you also rewatched that reality dating show with me twice this week and got mad at the guys on it for not communicating their feelings.â
The room exploded.
âTwice?!â Cooper wheezed, slapping Travisâs shoulder. âSchlatt âIâd rather die than watch that girly shitâ He watched a dating show? Voluntarily?â
Schlattâs neck flushed. âIt was background noise. She had it on.â
âBackground noise my ass,â Charlie chimed in from the armchair. âYou were yelling at the TV last week telling some dude to âstep up and be a man.â We have receipts.â
Schlatt dropped his head back against you with a defeated groan, but his arm still slid around your waist, pulling you closer out of habit. âYâall are exaggerating. Iâm the same dude Iâve always been.â
âYeah?â Travis leaned forward, grinning like a shark. âThen whyâd you bail on the last three guysâ nights to go to some pottery painting thing with her? You painted a fucking mug, man. It says âWorldâs Okayest Boyfriendâ on it. We saw the Instagram story before you deleted it.â
You smirked, running your fingers through Schlattâs hair. âHe was actually really proud of that mug. Itâs on our kitchen shelf.â
Schlatt muttered into your shirt, âTraitor,â but you feel him smiling against you.
Cooper raised his beer in mock salute. âFace it, bro. You went from ânever gonna be a wife guyâ to full simp in record time. Own it.â
Schlatt finally sat up properly, but instead of pulling away, he just tugged you with him so you were half in his lap. He looked around at his friends, trying to keep a straight face.
âAlright, fine. Iâm in a relationship. Happy?â He glanced down at you, his expression softening just a little. âBut Iâm still not chasing. Thatâs for losers like you.â
You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead. âKeep telling yourself that, hypocrite.â
The guys howled with laughter as Schlatt buried his face in your neck, groaning but refusing to let you go.
The guys were still howling when the doorbell rang. Then rang again. And again. Within twenty minutes, the casual couch hangout had turned into a full-blown house party. Someone had hooked their phone to the speakers, bass thumping through the living room. Beer pong tables were set up in the dining area, red cups already scattered like casualties. More people from the group chat had shown up, and the energy was chaotic in the best way.
You were still half-draped across Schlatt on the couch, now with a drink in hand, when Travis clapped loudly. âAlright, since Schlatt wants to act like heâs above chasing, letâs play a game. Truth or Dare.â
Schlatt groaned, his arm tightening around your waist like he could physically hold onto his remaining dignity. âPass. Iâm good.â
âToo late,â Cooper grinned, already refilling drinks. âYouâre the guest of dishonor tonight.â
The circle formed fast. Half on the couch, half on the floor, music pulsing in the background. Someone dimmed the lights. You leaned into Marcâs side, smirking as he tried to look unbothered.
First few rounds were tame. Then Travis pointed straight at Schlatt. âTruth. How many times have you actually bailed on us to âhelp y/n with somethingâ in the last month?â
Schlatt took a long swig of his drink. âLike⊠three.â
âBullshit,â you laughed, loud enough for the circle to hear. âIt was six. Minimum.â
The room erupted. Ted nearly spit out his drink. âSix?! Bro, you used to call me a simp for canceling once!â
Marc shot you a playful glare, but his ears were red again. âYouâre supposed to be on my side.â
âI am,â you said sweetly, patting his chest. âThe side of honesty.â
Cooper leaned forward, eyes gleaming. âOkay, my turn. Schlatt⊠whenâs the last time you did something undeniably wife-guy?â
Marc tried to play it cool. âNever. I donât do simp shit.â
You raised your hand like you were in class. âLast Sunday he woke up early, went to that bakery across town, and brought me back fresh cinnamon rolls and flowers because I mentioned them once in passing. Then he pretended it was âon his wayâ from the gym.â
The circle lost it. Phones came out again. Someone started chanting âWife guy! Wife guy!â while School buried his face in your shoulder, laughing despite himself.
âAlright, alright,â he finally admitted, pulling back just enough to look at the group. âYâall already know Iâm cooked. I made fun of every single one of you for this exact shit. And now Iâm the one color-coordinating throw pillows and watching shitty reality dating shows.â He glanced down at you, his expression softening in that way that still made your stomach flip. âBut sheâs worth it. Even if it means you idiots get to clown me forever.â
Travis raised his cup. âTo the fallen legend.â
Everyone cheered and clinked drinks. Schlatt rolled his eyes but clinked his cup against yours first, then leaned in and kissed your temple right there in front of everyone. No hesitation.
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