Dbf!Joel by @jrrmint has consumed my every thought. This was just some quick art I did and I cannot thank everyone enough for the love on the WIP! I may do more dbf!Joel here because my brain is still consumed by him lmao.
✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you finally find out why schlatt ghosted you, and set things right, once and for all.
✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: the teeniest bit of smut.
✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.5k
✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: here she is, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. dual pov, because i can’t resist diving into schlatt’s psyche. enjoy! 🩵
Your eyes stay trained on Schlatt’s back as he meanders back to his room, running a hand through his hair. A scowl finds its way onto your face. Did you not just have a moment? Why is he running from it?
“Whasuwihum?”
Your scowl stays on your face as you turn toward the voice you just heard, and Amelia scowls right back at you with concern.
“Sorry, what?” You say, unable to make out what Amelia had asked because you were so deep in thought.
“I said, ‘What’s up with him?’ Is everything okay?”
Amelia eyes you in an accusatory way, and you wave your hand dismissively. She has a right to be accusatory, but you’re not about to reveal what happened in the elevator to her, or anyone else for that matter. It wouldn’t be right to spill Schlatt’s secret. He’d never spilled yours.
“Yeah,” You say, recovering quickly as everyone waits for your answer, “He’s just a little tired from the tournament. Too much exercise, too much sun. You know how it is.”
“Riiiight,” Amelia drawls, clearly suspicious of your weak answer. Her suspicion elicits an awkward silence between the whole group, but luckily, James comes to your rescue.
“I’m fuckin’ starvin’, you guys. Let’s get some grub!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.
James shoots you an apologetic look as everyone starts to head into the elevators, and it finally dawns on you. All of the weird looks, all of the circumstances that put you and Schlatt in close proximity — the seats on the airplane, the rooms next to each other, the tournament teams. He knows. He knows and he’s been fucking Parent Trap-ing the two of you.
James watches as your eyes narrow in realization, and his own go wide. He knows that you know that he knows. He gives you a sheepish grin, no doubt silently praying you’ll have mercy on him the next time you get him alone.
Part of you is a little miffed, sure, but that part is immediately shoved aside by the part of you that just wants to know what went wrong with Schlatt. James knows! You need to pick his brain, push his buttons, do whatever it takes to get him to reveal all his secrets.
James starts to make his way to the elevator, but you grab onto the back of his shirt, yanking him away from the group. He lets out a comically loud yelp.
“He’ll be down in a minute,” You plaster a smile on your face, “I need to talk to him about… wedding things.”
“Okay…” Amelia says, as the elevator doors start to close. She knows something is definitely up, and you shoot her a pleading look. I’ll fill you in later.
Satisfied with the silent promise, Amelia smiles as the doors close.
You waste no time turning on James. “Spill. What do you know?”
James shakes his head, holding his hands up on surrender. “I don’t know anything.”
“I can’t believe you’re lying to me right now,” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”
“So you do know something!” You point a finger at him.
“Shit.” James drags a hand down his face, “Look, (Y/N)—”
“I just want to know what I did wrong.” You interrupt him, before sighing. “Things were really good, and I just… I don’t know what happened. Surely there’s something you could tell me.”
James looks like he wants to say something, like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather do than say something, but he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, dude. It’s not my place.”
You have to give it to James — he’s a damn good friend, annoyingly so. You know you shouldn’t keep poking, but your curiosity wins out.
“You’re essentially Parent Trap-ing us, but you won’t tell me why?”
James stares at you incredulously. “I’m not Parent Trap-ing you!”
“Yes you are!”
“…Fine. I am.” James heaves a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Is it working?”
“It would, if I knew what happened.” You try again, and James shakes his head again.
“Maybe you should ask him.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, because that will definitely work out. He’s so forthcoming with his feelings.”
“Can’t help ya, man. Sorry.” James shrugs, and you know his lips are zipped for good. “Now, can we eat? I’m so hungry.”
“Fine.” You huff, pressing the button to call the elevator. As you wait, you look back over at James. “Does Amelia know you’re Parent Trap-ing us?”
“It was her idea.” James smirks mischievously at you. “Well, sort of, anyway. She doesn’t know anything, she just wants you and Schlatt to get along like you used to.”
“Yeah, well…” You sigh, as the elevator dings, “Her and me both.”
• ✭ •
Schlatt feels like shit for ditching dinner with everyone, but what else is he supposed to do? Act like everything is fine, like he wasn’t just scared shitless in a tiny metal death box? What would they all think of him if they knew?
He’s glad that it was just you and him in that elevator. He wasn’t lying when he said you make people feel comfortable. He’s always found you to be a comforting presence — well, maybe not as of late, but still. He doesn’t know what would have happened had you not been in that elevator with him.
Schlatt flops down on his bed, his back hitting the plush comforter, the fabric billowing beneath him. He puts his hands over his face, taking a deep breath, releasing it full force as he recalls the way you hesitated in the elevator. He’d put the ball in your court and you didn’t make a single move.
It’s over, done, finished. He tried, you didn’t reciprocate. He finally had his answer.
It’s obvious that you care about him — the way you calmed him down in the elevator was proof of that — but you don’t feel the way that he feels about you. It’s time to put those hopes to bed.
Schlatt tries to keep himself busy for the next hour or two, waiting for word that everyone is back from dinner so he can try to regain even the slightest sense of normalcy. He turns on the TV, flipping through the channels, romcom after romcom torturing him. He scrolls through his phone, going through his friends’ stories on Instagram, before coming across a video of you and Schlatt celebrating your tournament win. He watches as your face lights up when he picks you up off the ground, spinning you around. Fuck.
Schlatt drops his phone onto his stomach with a huff. He thinks about just going to sleep for the night, but his phone pings with a text from its spot on his stomach.
> from: (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
>> balcony?
Fuuuuck.
• ✭ •
Dinner goes smoothly, everyone too busy gorging themselves on the delicious food and enjoying present company to prod you about what happened in the elevator. You mostly just pick at your food, too in your head to even think about eating.
Maybe James was right. Maybe you just needed to talk things out with Schlatt. It’s the one thing you haven’t tried.
He’d almost kissed you in the elevator. That has to mean something, right?
You can’t play this guessing game anymore. You have to know. You have to.
As everyone almost finishes their meals, you order a to-go dinner for Schlatt, hoping the fact that you’ve shown up with food for him will soften him up enough to make him want to listen to what you have to say. James eyes you from across the table, lifting up his glass to you, a proud smile on his face. You smile back at him.
It’s now or never. You need to tell Schlatt that you’re still interested, if he’ll have you.
When you get back to your room, you immediately head out onto your balcony, sending a text to Schlatt.
> to: J. Schlatt
>> balcony?
• ✭ •
Schlatt looks up from his phone to his open curtains, and he sees you leaning over your railing, giving him a shy wave. You stare at him hopefully, and how is he supposed to deny you when you look like that in the moonlight?
He sighs as he gets up from his bed, padding over to the sliding glass door. He slips outside, the cool night breeze just barely blowing his hair out of his face.
“Hey.” You greet him first, your voice low, “Just wanted to check on you, see how you’re feeling, after… well, you know.”
“I’m fine.” Schlatt says, and the phrase comes out clipped, gruffer than he’d like for it to. Your face falls just slightly, and he immediately wants to apologize, but what good would it do? You’ve clearly made up your mind about him. He should have known better.
“Okay, well, I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.” You tell him, holding a to-go box out to him over the railing of your balcony. As he takes it from you, you say, “I just got you what you ordered last time, I hope that’s okay.”
Schlatt wishes things would just go back to the way they were at the start of the trip. He wishes you hated him again. He doesn’t know what to do with your kindness, or how to stop the butterflies from fluttering in his stomach at the nervous smile on your face. God, he loves that smile. He thinks he has since the day he met you.
“Thanks.” He mumbles, staring down at the box, and you nod, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs as a silence descends over the two of you.
“Are we okay?” You blurt out, and Schlatt looks up at you. “I know in the elevator, we… Well, you know, there was a second there… I—”
“Stop.” Schlatt shakes his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself. It is what it is.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Schlatt doesn’t really understand what you’re confused about.
“Schlatt—” You start, but Schlatt interrupts you again.
“We’re fine. Just— leave it.” Schlatt says, holding up the box, “Thanks for dinner. G’night, (Y/N).”
Without waiting for a response, he disappears back into his room.
• ✭ •
What the fuck?
You have half a mind to hop over the railing to his balcony, to pound on the glass of the door, demanding him to hear you out. You don’t know what good that would do, he’s probably still stressed from what happened earlier and he’s not in a good place to talk. You can understand that.
You could try again tomorrow, but you don’t know when you’ll have a chance, since the entire day is blocked out with all-day bachelorette party activities, and this isn’t something you could just text him.
You breathe out a resigned sigh, heading back into your room for bed.
Maybe it just isn’t meant to be. Maybe you guys had your chance, and that’s it — just a fleeting moment only meant to last a short time. A month together was better than no time at all, you suppose.
• ✭ •
Schlatt is the first person to arrive in the lobby in the morning.
He hadn’t meant to be up and at ‘em so early this morning, but he’d hardly slept anyway, too wrapped up in his thoughts. He was up for hours wondering if he should have given you the chance to talk, wondering if maybe you were planning to actually say something that would have surprised him.
But would anything you had to say negate what you’d said all those months ago? Would he ever stop hearing those words in the back of his head? How could he ever be sure that you didn’t still feel that way, even if you said otherwise?
He’s gotten his hopes up too many times. Nothing can really change what happened between the two of you, and he was silly to think otherwise.
Maybe you were both just meant to be friends, and that’s it. At least then you wouldn’t have to justify him being in your life.
“Hey.” Schlatt hears you say, and he looks up from his phone to see you walking up to him. You take a seat in the other chair beside him, giving him a small smile.
“Hey.” He says back, returning the smile. He doesn’t have it in him to be unkind to you anymore — not after you brought him dinner, and especially not after the elevator.
He can tell that you’re surprised by his civility.
“I didn’t think anyone else would be down here yet.” You tell him. “I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. Didn’t really sleep.”
“Yeah, me either.” Schlatt admits, running a hand through his hair. “I never thanked you, yanno, for calmin’ me down.”
You wave your hand dismissively. “All good. You did the same for me. It’s only fair. At least I didn’t have to carry you anywhere.”
Schlatt can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him at that. He watches as your smile grows. It feels nice to laugh with you — much nicer than the alternative. Perhaps, one day, that could be enough for him.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” You ask him, “Still anxious, or…?”
Schlatt nods slowly. At least he could use the elevator as an excuse. “Yeah, was just a lil shook up about it still.” He looks over at you, “What about you?”
“You know me,” You shrug, leaning back in the chair, “It’s hard for me to sleep anywhere that isn’t my own bed.”
“I do know that.” Schlatt nods again as he recalls the nights you spent in his bed, “You toss and turn like a fuckin’ maniac.”
You let out a laugh, giving him another shrug. “Didn’t seem to bother you then.”
And it still wouldn’t bother me now, Schlatt thinks. “Yeah, well. I’m a different man now.” He says instead, and he watches your smile falter.
“Clearly.” You murmur, looking away from him.
Shit. He was just trying to joke with you.
“C’mon, (Y/N),” Schlatt sighs, reaching over to gently tap your knee with the back of his hand, “I was just j—”
You move your leg out of his reach as everyone starts to trickle into the lobby. Of course, they all immediately clock the tension between the two of you, and Schlatt sighs inwardly.
James catches Schlatt’s eyes, a scowl settling onto his face as he glances over at you, and then back at Schlatt. Schlatt’s eyebrow raises, but James just shakes his head, looking disappointed.
What the fuck is that about?
• ✭ •
Okay, so, yeah, maybe you reacted a little poorly to Schlatt’s bad attempt at a joke. In your defense, you’re still a little bent out of shape over what happened last night. You can’t help that it hurts.
Amelia has her arm looped in yours as the two of you stroll a couple paces ahead of the rest of the bridesmaids on your way to the spa for a day of pampering and relaxation.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Amelia asks, and you’re honestly surprised it’s taken this long for her to ask. “You’ve been so weird. Talk to me.”
You did promise that you would fill her in. You bite your lip, before taking a deep breath, placing your other hand atop hers. “You have to promise you won’t be mad.”
“I will do no such thing.” Amelia says teasingly, giving your arm a squeeze. “Come on, out with it.”
You lean in close, to make sure there’s absolutely no chance of the other bridesmaids hearing you. You pause, trying to figure out how to start your explanation. “You remember Jasper’s birthday party?”
“Oh, God, do I,” Amelia snickers, “James and Ted got so drunk that they got up on the table and started serenading her.”
“I went home with Schlatt that night.”
Amelia immediately stops laughing, her eyes going wide. “Shut up.”
“…And nearly every night after that one, too, for like, a month.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“…And then he ghosted me out of nowhere.”
“Oh, my God,” Amelia breathes out, shaking her head. “No fucking wonder you’ve been at each other’s throats.” She opens the door to the spa as you arrive, letting you step in first, before entering herself. “Wait, why is he being an asshole if he’s the one that ghosted?”
“That’s what I can’t figure out!” You exclaim a little louder than you’d meant to. You lower your voice again. “I tried to talk to him last night but he blew me off.”
“So you’re still interested?”
“I really thought I wasn’t, but after everything that’s happened this week… All my feelings for him just came rushing back. I thought maybe he felt the same, but I don’t think he does anymore.”
“Well, shit.” Amelia sighs, commiserating with you. She pauses for a minute to check in at the desk, and the woman at the front desk says it’ll be a few minutes before they’re ready for all of you.
You look away from the desk, reaching down to squeeze Amelia’s hand. “You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you, are you?”
“No, because you did tell me, eventually,” Amelia says, “I just don’t know why it took so long for you to do it.”
“I thought about telling you as soon as it happened, but I wanted to keep it private for a while because you and James are… well…”
“Enthusiastic, I know,” Amelia admits, before letting you continue speaking.
“By the time I actually wanted to tell you guys, shit went south, and then I didn’t want to tell anyone. It would have been too awkward to be like, ‘Hey, guess what, I started seeing Schlatt and fell in love with him but we’re actually broken up now and none of you knew until now!’”
“Wait, you’re in love with him?!” Amelia cries out, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth, but it’s too late. All of the bridesmaids have heard her.
Instantly, they swarm you, but they don’t have a chance to prod you for answers before you’re all called back into the spa.
• ✭ •
Schlatt’s game is off, and he knows that everyone else knows it.
He swings his golf club, just barely clipping the ball, sending it flying at a weird angle. It lands in the rough, and Schlatt drags a hand down his face in frustration.
“Dude, get your head in the game.” James says, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“Okay, Troy Bolton,” Ethan snorts, and James rolls his eyes.
“We’re literally on a golf course. I could bust out Bet On It right now.” James threatens, striking a very Troy Bolton pose, which makes everyone laugh.
Well, everyone except Schlatt, who is too deep in his own head to even register what’s being said around him.
Eddy waves a hand in Schlatt’s face, trying to bring him back to reality. Schlatt blinks, and Eddy comes into focus.
“What’s going on with you?” Eddy asks, “You’re, like, not here.”
“Sorry,” Schlatt mumbles, shaking his head, “Just been a weird couple’a days.” When they all look at him in concern, he waves his hand, “All good, guys, really. Quit fussin’ over me. Shit’s weird.”
“Excuse us for carin’ about you, man.” Ted tries to lighten the mood, but Schlatt just scowls at him. Natalie elbows Ted in the side.
Schlatt wonders if he should just fess up, so everyone can stop looking at him like some wounded puppy, but he fears those looks will only get worse when he confesses what’s been bothering him.
On the other hand, it might be nice to finally get it off his chest.
Schlatt takes a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll tell you what’s up, but then you gossipy fucks have to drop it, okay?”
Everyone nods in agreement, and Schlatt huffs out a sigh. “I was seein’ (Y/N) for a while.”
Nobody says a word, and James nods at Schlatt, beckoning him to continue.
“It was really fuckin’ nice — for a while, anyway — and then she said some bullshit that I can’t seem to fuckin’ forget.” Schlatt says, running a hand through his hair, “She was like, ‘Can’t believe I’m with someone like you,’ or whatever, and when I asked her what she meant by that, she said somethin’ like, ‘Well, you’re just so… you.’”
A collective wince leaves his friends’ mouths.
“And maybe she didn’t mean anythin’ by it, I don’t fuckin’ know, but it stung. Was like she was embarrassed by me or somethin’. So I cut and run, to save her the embarrassment of having to tell people we were a thing.”
“When was this?” Ethan asks.
“Months ago,” Schlatt answers him, surprisingly unbothered by his curiosity. He was right — it does feel good to get off his chest. “Haven’t really had to be near her for very long ‘til now. It was easy at first, like, I thought if i just acted like a real asshole, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me, and we could just save ourselves the trouble. A lotta shit has happened this week—” Schlatt eyes Ted, who gives him an apologetic look, “— that’s really made me realize that I really fuckin’ miss her. I don’t know how to be normal around her.”
“And you don’t think she feels the same way?” Natalie speaks up, cocking her head to the side, “Because — and I’m speaking from an outside perspective here, so take this with a grain of salt, I guess — from what I’ve seen, I think she might feel the same way.”
“Nah,” Schlatt shakes his head, “I don’t think she does.” He doesn’t mean to be dismissive, but he’s mostly made his peace with everything, there’s no use getting his hopes up again. “It’s cool. I don’t wanna think about it anymore.”
“All good, bro,” James says, before pointing at Natalie with the end of his club. “You’re up, Nat. Show these chumps how it’s done.”
Schlatt gives James a small smile, a silent sign of his gratitude for saving him from any more questions or comments. James winks at him, before gesturing for everyone to get out of Natalie’s space so she can make her swing.
As everyone returns to the game, Ted pulls out his phone, his thumbs flying wildly over his keyboard.
• ✭ •
You’ve been at the spa for hours, getting the full workup — massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, sauna. It’s been nice to spend so long relaxing after the week you’ve had, and your friends have been kind enough to leave you alone about what they’d overheard hours ago, at least while you relax.
But, of course, that can’t last forever.
They all descend upon you like vultures at lunch.
“Okay, spill,” Jasper says, as the mimosas start flowing, “Who are you in love with, and why are we just now hearing about it?”
“Only spill if you want to, though!” Maple comes to your defense. “We totally understand if you don’t.”
“Right, what they said,” Jasper nods, but you can see in her eyes that she’s dying to know, and you can’t really blame her. If it was any of them, you’d feel the exact same way.
“Is it Schlatt?” Kelsey blurts out, and your eyebrows shoot up. Fuck, are you that obvious?
Kelsey’s eyes go wide at your silence. “Oh, my God. I was joking. It’s Schlatt?”
“It’s Schlatt.” You confirm, nodding slowly.
“Bitch, you owe me ten dollars.” Jasper says to Kelsey, who huffs a sigh, pulling out her phone to send Jasper the money.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Jasper says as you scowl at her, “You forget how well I know you.”
“How long have you felt that way about him?” Maple asks, moving the attention back to the matter at hand.
“A while.” You admit, moving some of your lunch around with your fork, “We were together, for a bit.”
You fill them in on everything that happened between you and Schlatt, and by the end of it, they’re all scowling.
Kelsey rolls her eyes. “So he ghosted you and he’s acting like this?”
“That’s what I said!” Amelia exclaims, stabbing into her lunch with her fork.
“Look, your guess is as good as mine,” You lean back in your chair. “It’s whatever, now, though. I tried to talk to him last night and he didn’t want to hear it, so.” You shrug, taking a sip of your drink.
“Just forget about him for now,” Maple says, “Let’s just focus on having fun today, yeah? It’s not every day you get to be on a beautiful island with all your friends.”
“I’ll cheers to that,” You smile at them, before raising your glass, clinking it against all of your friends’ glasses.
• ✭ •
The bachelor’s day ends with a trip to a fancy-ass steakhouse, and thankfully, no one brings you up again.
Schlatt returns to his room for the night with a full belly and a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders.
He empties his pockets at his nightstand, setting his phone down, before making his way to the bathroom for a shower before bed.
• ✭ •
The bachelorette’s day ends with a huge cuddle pile in Kelsey’s room, all of the bridesmaids wrapped up in big puffy robes with flutes full of champagne in their hands in the king size bed.
“Let me get a picture.” You say, pulling out your phone for the first time all day. As you go to open your camera, you spot a notification of several texts from Ted, received while you were at the spa.
> from: teddy 🧸
>> i definitely shouldn’t be telling you this, but i can’t stand seeing you and schlatt unhappy. schlatt just told all of us the reason he ghosted
>> he said that you said something that made him think you were embarrassed of him so he cut and run
>> he’s been acting like an asshole to push you away, so you wouldn’t have to explain yourself if you ever told people about your relationship
“Oh my God.” You breathe out, putting a hand over your mouth.
“What? What is it?” Amelia asks, leaning over your shoulder to read the texts.
“Ted found out why Schlatt ghosted me.” You tell the rest of the group, “He thinks I was embarrassed of him.”
“Were you?” Jasper asks you, and you shake your head.
“No, I wasn’t.” You tell her, as you wrack your brain for what you could have said that gave him that idea in the first place.
“You have to tell him!” Maple exclaims, sitting up.
Your eyebrows furrow. “What, now?”
“Yes!” Kelsey nods furiously, “You’ve got to, dude.”
“What if he doesn’t want to hear it?” You ask, and Amelia shakes her head, getting up off the bed to pull you to your feet.
“He has the wrong idea about you, (Y/N),” Amelia says, pulling the robe off of you and fluffing your hair, “All you have to do is clear it up!”
You do. You do have to clear it up. God, you can’t believe he’s gone this long thinking that you were embarrassed of him. You feel awful. No wonder he was such an asshole.
“Okay.” You nod, exhaling a deep breath, “Okay. I’m gonna do it. Wish me luck.”
Everyone cheers as you leave.
You walk the short trip down the hall, texting Schlatt to meet you on your balconies once again.
Once you get to your room, you step outside into the cool night air, and you wait.
• ✭ •
Schlatt walks out of the bathroom, a towel in his hand as he starts to dry his hair. He wanders back to his bed, picking his phone up off the nightstand. His eyes go wide as he spots two texts from you.
> from: (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
>> (30mins ago) balcony? it’s important.
>> (15mins ago) please, schlatt.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Schlatt scrambles across his room, damn near tripping over himself as he rushes to get dressed. God, he hopes you’re still out there waiting for him.
• ✭ • ✭ •
You stand up from your chair the second Schlatt comes outside. You thought for sure that he wasn’t going to show, and now that he has, your heart pounds against your ribcage.
Schlatt doesn’t get a word out before you start talking, making your way over to the railing of your balcony.
“Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it the way you think I meant it.” You blurt out, and Schlatt’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise.
“What?” Schlatt asks, a confused expression sprouting across his face. You’re not talking about what he thinks you are, are you?
“Ted told me why you ghosted.”
“That gossipy bitch.” Schlatt mumbles under his breath.
“I’ve never been embarrassed of you. Ever.” You keep talking, gripping the rails and wishing he was closer. “I don’t even know what it was that I said, but I promise, I never meant it like that.”
Schlatt looks down at the tile of the balcony. “You said you couldn’t believe that you were seein’ ‘someone like me,’” He makes air quotes with his fingers, looking back up at you.
An incredulous laugh bubbles up out of you before you can stop it. Schlatt scowls at you.
“Yeah, real funny.” Schlatt starts to leave, but you reach out over the railing to try and stop him.
“No, Schlatt, I’m sorry,” You say, shaking your head, “I said that because I couldn’t believe you wanted to be with someone like me.”
“What?” Schlatt asks again, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I was just surprised, that’s all.” You explain, “You had so many girls fawning over you all the time, I just thought… I just thought it was crazy that you picked me out of all of them.”
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Schlatt’s voice raises just slightly, and he stares at you in disbelief.
“Um… No…” You stammer out, and Schlatt throws his arms up in frustration.
“(Y/N), I’d have to be a real fuckin’ idiot to not pick you.” Schlatt declares, moving over to his own railing. “I have been head over fuckin’ heels for you since I saw you in that stupid hat—”
“Beret.” You correct him, and he shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“—and there isn’t a single moment where I’m not thinking about you.” Schlatt continues, leaning with his hands on the railing. He wishes you were closer. “I shouldn’t have ever ghosted ya like that. I should’ve just asked what you meant, but I got a little insecure, I guess. Couldn’t imagine someone like you pickin’ me either.”
“I can’t imagine picking anyone else.” You admit, and Schlatt swears he feels his heart swell. For once, he welcomes the butterflies that find their way into his stomach.
“Can I kiss you?” Schlatt asks, and you nod furiously as Schlatt leans as far over the railing as he can. You meet him in the middle, your lips connecting in a very long overdue kiss.
Schlatt pulls away from you, mumbling, “Fuck this,” before throwing his leg over the railing.
“Schlatt, oh my God!” You let out a shocked laugh, “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doin’?” Schlatt quips, balancing on the lip of his balcony, before moving his foot to the lip of your balcony, “I’m tryna get over there so I can give my girl a proper kiss.”
My girl. God, that’s all you’ve wanted for months.
Effortlessly, Schlatt bridges the gap between the balconies, and he doesn’t even wait to kiss you again before he gets to your balcony, still standing on the edge.
You let out another laugh as you pull away from him, grabbing onto his arm to steady him as he steps over the railing of your balcony. As soon as his feet are flat on the tile, he reaches out, placing a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you to him. He slots his lips against yours again, sighing into your mouth at the feeling of you against him once again. He wants nothing more than to show you just how much he’s missed you, so he starts to do just that.
Schlatt leads you over to the lounge chair, laying you down onto the plush cushions, attaching your lips together once more. He settles in between your legs, hiking your leg up to his hip, dragging his hand down the soft skin of your thigh.
Schlatt’s lips move from your lips to your jaw, then down to your neck as he slides a hand up your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. You arch up into his touch, but put a hand on his chest to stop him.
“As much as I’m loving this,” You breathe out, your voice catching in your throat as Schlatt sinks his teeth into your neck, “We can’t— We can’t do this out here.”
Schlatt sits up then, smiling at you deviously. “Why don’t we go inside then?”
Back in the 1800s you could just show up to a town and be like “I’m a wealthy prince” or “I’m a doctor” and no one checked if you were lying. I was born in the wrong time because in that madness I would thrive
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