Hi my name is Madi but you can call me Mads. I am 25, use she/her pronouns, and I’m demisexual! I have been a fangirl essentially my whole life, but it really escalated in the 2010s with One Direction, 5sos, Harry Potter, and SuperWhoLock. I have been on Tumblr since 2014, but started being active on this account about two years ago. My current obsessions are YouTube based specially Chuckle Sandwich. I have been writing for years, but recently started writing for Jschlatt. I will also write about Charlie and Ted!! Nice to meet everyone and hope you enjoy my works !
any domestic schlatt headcannons?? i js wanna spoil him and love him omfg it’s not even funny
Domestic -JSchlatt oneshot
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You walk in. You can tell Schlatt’s a bit stressed because his curls are messy from him running his fingers through them. He looks up at you and gives you a small smile. “I’m almost done with dinner,” you tell him.
“I’m almost done here, so your timing is perfect.”
You let out a small laugh. You walk up to him and peck his lips. You look over at the water bottle that is far from his reach. “When was the last time you drank water?” He shrugs so you grab the water bottle. It is still pretty full. You hand it to him. “Drink,” you command him.
He listens and takes a large gulp from his drink. “Happy?” He asks, giving you a look.
“Very.” You give him one last kiss on the cheek before going back to make dinner. You check on the pork chops in the air fryer and pull them out. You grab the plates before organizing all the food on them. You made pork chops, angel hair pasta, and roasted green beans. You place the plates at both of your spots at the table.
You call Schlatt’s name to let him know dinner is ready. It isn’t long before he joins you at the table. “Thank you, Toots. It looks delicious,” he compliments before taking a bite. “Mm, it is delicious. What did I do to deserve you?”
You smile at him. You’ve been together for almost two years now, but he never fails to make you blush. “I could be asking you the same question,” you tell him. It’s true. Schlatt always takes care of you. He buys you flowers once a week, he rubs your feet after a long day, and his job allows you to work as much or as little as you want. It’s why you wanted to cook for him tonight and you had more plans to take care of him. He works so hard every day that he deserves to be taken care of.
“How was your day?” Schlatt asks you, devouring the food in front of him.
“It was good. I went to the store, got some laundry done, and played with the cats. Pretty boring since I didn’t have work. What about you?”
“I filmed a few things for Sleep Deprived, worked on stuff for a project, and reviewed some thumbnails and edited videos.”
“Sounds like you’ve been busy. You don’t have anything more to do right?” Sometimes Schlatt doesn’t feel like he’s done enough so he will work more.
“Nope. I’m all yours.”
“Good. I figured we could have a lazy night. We can keep watching Righteous Gemstones and cuddle,” you suggest.
“Sounds perfect.” Schlatt and you finish up eating dinner discussing random things that occurred. You tell him about the good deal you got on groceries and he tells you about what was filmed for Sleep Deprived.
After the two of you finish eating, you take both of your plates to the sink. Schlatt tries to stop you. “I got them. Go turn the tv on. I’ll be there in a minute,” you tell him.
He concedes and goes to get himself comfy on the couch. Once the dishes are rinsed and put in the dishwasher, you join him. You sit on one side before opening your arms for him. He lays down on your chest as you wrap your arms around him. Schlatt would never admit it to anyone else, but he loves being cuddled.
You play with his hair as you both watch tv. It isn’t long before Jambo and Soup are laying on top of Schlatt. It isn’t long before you feel his breath start to slow. You smile when you see that his eyes have closed and he snores softly. You place a kiss on the top of his head.
After a few episodes, you realize it’s time for bed. “Jay,” you say, softly to wake him up.
He stirs before fully opening his eyes. Schlatt turns to face you. He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Sorry didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he confesses.
”You obviously needed it. It is getting late if you want to move to bed,” you tell him. You slowly open your arms for him to get up. Before you can get up yourself, Schlatt carries you bridal style. “Schlatt,” you laugh.
When you arrive at your shared room, he lays you down. He takes his shirt and pants off to get more comfortable. He leans over and helps you remove your bra from under your shirt. Schlatt pulls you into him. He moves a piece of hair behind your ear before attaching his lips to yours. You kiss for a while until he pulls away. “I love you so fucking much,” he tells you. “You’re so good to me.” He kisses you again. You know this is all you will do tonight and you’re fine with it. You just want to be in your lover’s arms, kissing like teenagers.
“I love you too,” you say back, kissing him again.
You kiss for what feels like hours, but is honestly only like 15 minutes. He kisses your nose and forehead before you lay down on his chest. “I wish I never had to work and we could just spend the rest of our lives in each other's arms,” Schlatt says.
“If we had the money, you claim you make on your videos, we probably could.”
He lets out a small laugh. “If only.”
It’s not long before the two of you both fall asleep tangled in each other. It’s perfect and everything you ever dreamed for yourself. You know this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Little do you know that a ring is hidden somewhere in Schlatt’s office.
A/N: I’m terrible at writing just head cannons so enjoy a full one shot lol. I love receiving asks so please keep sending them in!! I’ll keep answering them and working on the next part of the new girl AU.
And They Were Roommates | New Girl Chuckle Sandwich AU
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“Why did we agree to let her stay here again?” Schlatt asks, looking over at you.
“It’s going to be good for us. Remember model friends?” Ted mentions.
“It’s been three days and we have seen no model friends,” Schlatt argues.
Charlie sighs and walks over to you. “Hey (y/n), how’s it going?” He asks, sitting at your feet.
“Terrible. Why is life so awful? First William cheats on me and now George is dead!” You exclaim, scooping up more ice cream.
“I don’t know. Life is hard isn’t it?” He agrees. He starts watching the tv with you. Charlie gets wrapped up in the show.
Schlatt rolls his eyes, looking at the two of you. “Get up Charlie!” Schlatt says. Charlie sighs, getting up. “(Y/N), you need to get up. The Yankees game is about to be on soon.”
You ignore him, continuing to watch the show in front of you. Schlatt groans before hearing someone knock at the door. Ted decides to open it himself. “Where is she?” A beautiful girl asks as the door opens.
Before Ted can say anything, she pushes through him to find you crying into your pint of ice cream. “Sophia,” you say with a small grin.
“(Y/N) you know I love you, but right now you look awful and are in need of a shower.” She takes the ice cream pint from your hands. You frown at her. Sophia grabs your hand to lead you to your room.
“There’s a party tonight at Freddie’s and you’re coming with me,” Sophia tells you once you go into your room. Freddie’s is a club that Sophia usually goes to with her model friends. She has been trying to get you to join her, but Will never let you go. He was always worried you would cheat on him. How ironic.
You grab your towel and a few comfy clothes to put on after your shower. You quickly shower, trying not to think about Will or the other woman. Once showered, you walk out to see Ted trying to talk to Sophia. “I’m actually a director. If you ever want to be in a music video, give me a call,” he tells her.
Sophia sees you walk out and takes that as an opportunity to leave the conversation. “You’re looking better already,” she compliments you. Sophia takes her time on your makeup and hair. She goes to your closet. “Where are your sexy outfits?”
“I don’t own sexy outfits,” you tell her with a slight eye roll.
“Yes you do. Where are your clothes from college? I know there’s something skimpy there.”
“Check the back of the closet.”
Sophia rummages through your closet until she finally finds a tight little red dress. You look at it with uncertainty, but ultimately put it on. Sophia checks you out and whistles. “Look at you, Hottie,” she says, fixing your hair a bit.
You look at yourself in the mirror, actually admiring yourself. You’re impressed with Sophia’s skill to make you look so good.
You step out to the living room. The guys are all watching something on the tv. They look up when you both walk into the room. “Woah (Y/N), look at you!” Ted comments, winking at you.
“You look ready for the club. Have fun, but not too much,” Charlie tells you both.
You let out a small laugh. Schlatt’s eyes widen a bit when he looks at you. He looks you up and down, apparently at a loss for words. “Schlatt, doesn’t she look good?” Ted asks him, noticing his quietness.
Schlatt clears his throat. “You look beautiful,” he says, making your cheeks redden.
“Thank you guys,” you tell them all.
“I’ll return her before tomorrow at least,” Sophia says to the guys as if they are your parents. When you exit the loft, Sophia gives you a look. “Your roommates are interesting.”
“Yeah they are. Thankfully none of them are murders. As far as I know,” you tell her.
“So Schlatt?” She raises an eyebrow at you.
“What about him?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” she says.
You give her a look. You know what she is trying to insinuate but you let it go.
The two of you take a cab to Freddie’s where you meet up with Sophia’s model friends. Even though Sophia is a model, she is nothing like the girls she works with. She is down to earth, a little weird, and loves you no matter what. Her work friends on the other hand are all bitches. You can tell they are constantly judging you. You would never tell Sophia how you really feel though.
It isn’t long before Sophia leaves your side to dance with some random guy. You decide to just sit at a random table as dancing has never been your thing. You’re not sure why you agreed to go to the club. You know it was to make Sophia happy and it did feel good to actually have a shower.
“Is this seat taken?” You hear a voice say.
You look up to see a handsome man standing beside your table. He points to the booth in front of you. You motion for him to sit.
“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing sitting all alone?” He asks.
You want to roll your eyes at the cheesiness, but decide to entertain him anyways. “My best friend thought I needed to get out of my apartment, but she left me to go dance. I have two left feet however, so I won’t be dancing,” you tell him.
“Why did she want to get you out of your apartment?” He asks.
“My boyfriend of five years cheated on me so I decided to move into a loft with three random guys. Don’t get me wrong, they are all lovely, but they haven’t gotten me out of the slump. Sophia being the lovely girl she is forced me to actually get up and go out. But she left me to be with some dude that is most likely going to turn into a one night stand,” you ramble to him.
He gives you a look. You realize that you blew it. You just rambled to this random guy about your problems and you don’t even know his damn name.
It doesn’t take long for him to leave you alone and find another girl.
You take a few shots until your vision gets a bit blurry. Sophia stumbles over to you. “Sebastian and I are going to go to his apartment. Here’s money for a cab. Love you lots. Call if you need me.”
You roll your eyes and stuff the few dollars in your purse. You stand up and get yourself an Uber. You are most definitely drunk, but you can take care of yourself.
When you finally return to the loft, you try to remain quiet. You stumble in, accidentally slamming the front door. Schlatt walks out of his room. His eyes are barely opened, obviously full of sleep. “(Y/N)?”
“(Y/N) is not here. Call again after the beep,” you say before making a beeping noise. You start laughing.
“Where’s Sophia?” He asks. You can tell he’s annoyed by your behavior so you try to sober up a bit.
“She left me for Sebastian. Gave me money for a cab, so that was sweet of her,” you comment. You start walking towards your room, but your tipsiness and heels cause you to trip.
Schlatt catches you before you fall on your face. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says, leading you that way. When you get to your room, he helps you lie down. He also helps you take off your shoes. Schlatt pulls the cover over you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Your eyes are really pretty,” you tell him.
He laughs a bit. “Get some sleep,” he tells you. He turns your lights out as he walks out of your door.
It doesn’t take long before you pass out. You would never admit it to anyone, but you might have dreamed of a certain pair of pretty brown eyes.
A/N: omg I’m back!! Sorry I’ve been MIA, I had a bit of a writing slump! Hoping to write more! Finally came up with a name for this fic that I thought was fitting lol. Tell me what you think. Ive missed you all!!
Chuckle Sandwich New Girl Fic (need to come up with a title lol)
As you scroll through Craigslist, you start thinking about how you got here. Your boyfriend of five years decided to cheat on you and you were lucky enough to catch him in the act. Sadly, he was the main reason you moved to New York. You also couldn’t afford to live in the city by yourself, so now you are looking for Craigslist in search of people looking for roommates.
You almost give up until you see a four bedroom apartment. You see that it is three guys in their mid twenties needing a fourth roommate after theirs moved out. The fact that it is three males, puts you off, but their ages being close to yours makes you feel a bit better.
You have almost given up, but it’s better than nothing. You decide to call the number attached to the ad. “Ted Nivison Speaking. How can I help you?” The voice, Ted says over the phone.
“Hi my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I saw your ad looking for a fourth roommate. I’m sure you weren’t looking for a girl, but I really need a place,” you tell him.
You hear him whispering to someone. “We aren’t worried about gender. If you can come to the apartment tomorrow, we will do an interview to see if you are a good fit.”
“Thank you so much!! Do I need to bring a resume or letter of reference? I’m not sure how this work,” you admit.
“Just bring yourself. We will see you tomorrow,” Ted tells you before hanging up.
“Yes!” You say, a bit too loud.
“Will died in a car crash?” Your best friend, Sophia asks, coming out from the kitchen. Sophia had been letting you stay on her couch, but you needed your own place. As much as you love her, you couldn’t live together. She constantly had her boyfriend at the time staying with her.
“No he didn’t. I found a place. Well I might have found one,” you tell her.
“What do you mean you might have?” Sophia raises her eyebrows at you.
“I found an ad on Craigslist for a loft apartment with three roommates. I called one of the roommates and he said I can come by tomorrow. They are going to interview me to see if I’m a good fit.”
“He?”
“Yes it’s three guys, but they said they didn’t care about gender. Their ad seemed okay and the guy sounded nice on the phone.”
“Do you need me to come with you? You know I won’t hesitate to hurt someone,” Sophia says, crossing her arms.
“I know, but I’ll be okay. If I’m going to live with these guys, I should probably go there myself.”
“Okay, but remember I’m only a phone call away!”
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You sit on the brown sectional of the loft apartment. You look at the three guys all staring at you. They all are quite tall with brown hair. Ted, the one who you called and who answered the door, speaks up. “What do you do for work?” He asks.
“I’m a teacher,” you tell him. The guys all nod. The one in the hoodie, Schlatt, gives a slight look of disgust.
“Are you allergic to cats?” Schlatt asks you.
“No. I have no allergies. Well unless you count pollen and seasonal allergies. Haven’t had to deal with that since I moved to the city though,” you admit.
They all nod. Almost on cue, two cats walk into the living room. The orange one comes right up to you, making himself comfortable. The smaller, black one glances in your direction before walking away. “That’s Jambo,” Schlatt tells you. “And the other guy is Soup.”
“So there’s actually five guys living here. Why don’t you have one of them pay rent?” You joke with a small laugh.
They look at you, none of them laughing. You sink down. “So why are you interested in living here?” Charlie speaks up for the first time.
You sigh. If you are going to live here, you should probably be honest. “So I met Will in my senior year of College. He was very charming. It was most likely the future Lawyer in him at the time. I knew from looking at him that he was the love of my life. My mom and dad loved him. Even my friend Sophia liked him and she’s very critical. Will got accepted to Columbia Law school so we made the move to the city. I was very scared as I was going to be a first year teacher in a place I was unfamiliar with. Four years later, I think things are going well, but I’m waiting on the ring. I just knew he was waiting for the right time. However, I came home early from work one day. I knew I had to do something to get his attention, so I went to our shared room. When I went in there, there was a naked girl with him,” you feel your eyes start watering. “I was so embarrassed. I ran out. Will tried to stop me, but I couldn’t deal with it. My friend Sophia took me in. But I personally can’t keep up with her and her model friends. They party most nights and as a teacher, I can’t keep up with that. Your ad seemed the most normal, so I took the chance and called you guys. I completely understand if I’m not what you were looking for.” You finally finish talking and the tears start flowing. You quickly try to wipe your eyes.
The guys all look at each other. “Before we make a decision, we need to talk for a second,” Ted says, pulling the guys to a corner of the room.
They start whispering, but you can still hear everything they are saying. “She’s too emotional. We can’t have a girl living here,” Schlatt whispers.
“Did you not hear her say she has model friends that go to parties? Think about the benefits,” Ted says to the guys.
“Maybe we just don’t understand living with a girl. Maybe she will be fine. We do need the extra rent money. Ever since Tucker moved out, we can all agree it’s been tough to keep up. Also no one else has wanted to move in. If it goes terrible, we find someone else,” Charlie says.
Schlatt sighs. “Alright I guess you’re right. How bad could it be?”
They all walk over back over to you. “Welcome to the loft. Rent is due on the first of the month,” Ted says.
You smile at them. “Thank you so much!! I promise you won’t regret it!” You tell them.
You are excited to embark on this adventure and most importantly, you are happy to have your own room and a place to live.
A/N: new story yay! I promise this will pick up. Just wanted to introduce the concept. It won’t be exactly the same as the show, but I will take some ideas. The guys won’t be YouTubers/ Streamers. They will have different jobs. Will release the other parts soon. Thanks for reading !
Schlatt x gn!reader <-P. Seven P. One ???->
Summary: You've finally had enough and decide that you need to talk to Schlatt about how you're feeling. Alcohol and feeling's don't mix well.
Warnings: angsty! Crying, drinking, mentions of panic attacks and a breakdown, nothing graphic
A/N: Look who's back! I love going mia and abandoning my tumblr for months. Expect this story to have 2 or 3 more parts, probably ending with some smut - I have the rest of it planned out so hopefully I won't take as long this time. Thank you all for being patient ❤️
It's been nice having Jay back in your life; he's slotted back in so easily and patched right over the hole he left in your heart all those years ago when he all but disappeared on you. He's brought comfort and familiarity again that you've just never found with anyone except him.
For the past few weeks, it's been comfortable, working back from awkward past friends, to learn each other's movements again, figuring out how each of you slots into each other's life again as your friendship settles. You hang out a lot now, spending a lot of time with each other just doing nothing, running errands, going on drives, watching movies - just existing together in an incredibly domestic way that you always thought your friendship would evolve into, just with a different title than you hoped.
That's been the real kicker in all of this, the aching still in your heart as you slump down in the couch next to him, leaning slightly into his side as you watch a movie in his living room and remind yourself that you can't reach out and curl up into his lap the way you want to. You'll just make it awkward if you say anything, so you keep your mouth shut.
It hasn't been easy. There was a particularly hard night a week ago when you stumbled upon him on Bumble, which you signed up for in an attempt to take your mind off him, which failed spectacularly, and realised that he was putting himself out there for other people, not you. You had swiped on him, sending him some stupid message as your hands shook and tears flooded your waterline, which you swallowed back when he called you and tried to laugh off his embarrassment at being caught like that.
"Oh my god," your friend Bec squealed excitedly over the music, playing loudly in the bar you had gathered all your friends into, wanting to show Jay the few spots you had become regulars of before he left. She thrust a phone over to you, Jay's eyes following curiously as he peered down over your shoulder, "that guy with the dog matched with me."
You whistle as you take the phone, hiding your grimace as you read his poor attempt at an opening line, but smile excitedly back at her, "that's so good! He was so good-looking!"
"Is this Tinder?" Jay asks next to you as he fails to hide his disdain for the pour attempt at a pickup line this guy decided would be the key to getting him laid, eyes shifting up to meet yours when you nod and hand Bec her phone back, "god don't tell me you're on these apps."
You just shrug and huff out a laugh, "I'm on Bumble," you mumble back, a bit embarrassed as your cheeks flood with heat when you hear him laugh next to you. You nudge him as you reach for your drink, "don't laugh. How else am I meant to meet guys?"
He presses the tongue to the inside of his cheek as his eyes meet yours as he goes to say something before looking away, reaching for his own drink, "any luck?"
You just sigh and shake your head, "not really. No one worth my time yet."
It's just past midnight when you finally work up the courage to go, when the sick feeling in your stomach becomes too much, and you throw your hoodie on and charge out the door before you can give yourself a chance to backtrack. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jay all night, for longer than that if you're honest with yourself, and you've worked yourself up into an anxiety-fuelled panic that is fuelling most of your movements now.
The Uber driver doesn’t say much, thank god, and you spend the ride nervously watching the familiar streets roll by, each one pulling you closer to whatever it is you’re about to walk into. You don’t even have a plan — no neat little monologue lined up, no dramatic one-liner, nothing. Just a buzzing feeling in your chest that says if you don’t do this now, you never will, and a sick anxiety that follows as you near closer to Jay's apartment.
You’re halfway up the stairs to his apartment when you realise your hands are shaking. You knock once, loudly. You don't hear anything at first and consider leaving, taking the first chance you can to let yourself run away and forget you ever wanted to do this.
"Wh—" Schlatt squints at you through the crack in the door, voice slurred and groggy, “the fuck’re you doin’ here?”
Your heart drops a little. He’s drunk.
"Can I come in?" you ask, trying not to let your disappointment show. His eyes are bloodshot and heavy-lidded, hair messy and and clothes wrinkled, like he's been tossing around for hours. He leans against the doorframe, blinking hard as if trying to make sure it’s really you, willing his eyes to focus and not see straight through you.
He swings the door open without answering.
The place smells obviously like whiskey, there's a half-empty bottle of Jameson on the coffee table, a show paused on the TV, and the blaring light coming from his office where he's left his streaming set up turned on. He walks in ahead of you, stumbling a bit before collapsing back onto the couch, head lolling onto the cushion behind him.
"It's midnight," he groans as he lets his eyes fall shut, his words sound almost pained as he sinks into the cushion.
"I know," you say back as you stand there, awkwardly, unsure of where to situate yourself as you watch him.
"Why're you here?" he says, the words snapping out of him in a way he hadn't expected, both of you flinching at his harsh tone.
You just stand there, not really sure what to say, as the words die in your throat and your brain goes blank of any of the thousands of things you've been dying to tell him over the past few weeks. After wishing for this moment for song long, months of longing and waiting and wishing, you're finally here, and you're floundering.
His eyes finally open to meet yours with a groan, as he blinks hard at the light pouring down the hallway, "I'll call you an Uber."
"what?"
"What?" he echoes back, though it sounds more like he's trying to defend himself from an accusation rather than ask a genuine question.
"You're kicking me out?"
"Is there a reason you're here?"
"We need to talk."
"Then talk," he says, his eyes intense as they stare at you, glossy with he effects of the alcohol as the storm of emotions swirl behind them.
"I don’t know what we’re doing," you force out, trying to keep your voice steady, even as it threatens to shake.
"That much is clear," he says as he forces a laugh, finally sitting up as he slumps over, head in his hands, as he rubs his face.
"Can you be serious?" you snap as you move forward, feet coming into his line of sight, even as he continues to avert his gaze from you.
"Can you just fucking tell me what's going on?"
"I like you!" you yell suddenly, the words coming out in a ramble of emotion, "I fucking like you ok? I like you and I've liked you for years now and I know you like me too but god you keep fucking pushing and pulling me and I don't know where I fucking stand."
He stays quiet.
"I don’t know what we’re doing," you continue, trying to keep your voice from rising further, "I don’t know if you’re trying to keep me close or push me away, or if you just want to have your cake and eat it too—"
"Don't make this about me being selfish," he cuts in sharply, jaw clenched.
"You are being selfish," you say, blinking back angry tears, "you've been selfish our entire friendship! I've liked you for so long and you fucking new that! You ruined any chance I had in highschool for a normal relationship, even fucking formal went to shit because you couldn't handle your emotions. Fuck and then you just stopped trying!" you say as the tears finally fall, "you fucking abandoned me when I needed you, you just stopped being my friend." Your chest heaves painfully as you begin to sob now, struggling to take in air as you feel a panic attack rise, "I turned up for you even when it was hard, I was always there."
"I never asked you to be," he spits, the venom in his voice shocking you as you watch him reach for the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table.
You watch him drink away his sorrows as he stands on shaky legs, pushing past you to walk away into the kitchen as you continue to sob in his living room, your head feeling dizzy as the room feels suffocating around you.
It's the kind of sentence that confirms all your worst fears, a gut punch that drives home the exact anxieties that plagued you for years when you thought about Jay. Once again, he has to remind you, your relationship exists on his terms.
You hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, glasses clattering that echoes violently in your ears as you shut your eyes, trying to force your breathing to return to normal. When you open them, he's standing there, watching you from the archway to the kitchen, swaying unsteadily on his feet as you continue to sob.
You don't know what to do, your eyes burn with tears as you both just stare at each other in silence, him, too scared to speak, and you, too heartbroken.
Finally, he says your name, soft and whispered as he moves forward to you, standing in front of you as he abandons the bottle of alcohol onto the couch. The apologies fumble out as he takes in the sight of you, crying like this in front of him, because of him, tears falling freely down his cheeks as he finally realises the extent of the damage he's done.
"I didn't mean that," he says gently, afraid to startle you, as he gently reaches for your hand, letting out a shaky breath of relief when you let him take your hand, "you know I didn't."
You just nod as you take his hand, forcing yourself to count your breaths as you calm yourself down.
"You're so important to me," he says softly as he steps closer, your bodies almost touching as the smell of alcohol on his breath invades your senses, "I've been a fucking awful friend to you."
"You have," you say softly, no real bite to your words even as you confirm his fears. As much as this hurts, as much as he hurts you, you know he didn't mean that, deep down he does care about you, years of friendship like the two of you had can't be faked.
"I want you," he confesses softly, "so badly. I have since school," he takes hold of your other hand, squeezing them comfortingly, "but I want to be good for you."
You nod softly as you shut your eyes, your breathing steady as you lean into his touch. "I want you to have everything you deserve," he continues, "and right now, I can't do that for you."
A tear runs down your cheek, "I can't wait forever."
"I won't make you," he promises, "just a little bit more time."
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Warnings: Southern Gothic setting, suggestive themes, longing, age-appropriate obsession, minor religious guilt, emotionally charged romantic tension, kissing, not entirely innocent thoughts, suggestive content, TWINK SCHLATT!!!
Summary: You’ve always watched him from afar. Jay, the loud-mouthed boy with bruised knuckles and a laugh that makes you feel dizzy. You’re sweet, or at least you were, before he looked at you like that. Now you can’t stop thinking about him. And worse, he’s finally started noticing you back.
A/N: Hope this ruins you in the softest, most Southern gothic Ethel Cain way possible. 😘 fr though I love this song with schlatt and this plot/setting just screams twink schlatt to me okay- like all of the skinny trashy boys I had a crush on in high school who smoked way too much weed
You saw him for the first time the summer you turned nineteen, when the heat came in thick and slow like molasses, and the pavement outside the gas station bubbled under your sneakers. You were elbow-deep in freezer burn, rearranging popsicles behind the counter, when the bell above the door rang and your world tilted just a little.
He walked in like he owned the place, all long limbs and loud voice, laughing at something one of his friends said. God, that laugh. Big and brash, like the kind of boy who didn’t apologize for anything.
He was wearing a cut-off tee with a band you didn’t know and a backwards hat that barely contained the curls at the back of his neck. You watched from behind the freezer glass, pretending to look busy as he strutted past the aisle of honey buns and beef jerky, jaw chewing absentmindedly on a toothpick like it had done something to offend him.
He didn’t look at you. Not then.
But you looked at him.
And you kept looking.
⸻
Jay wasn’t the kind of boy you brought home.
He was the kind you watched from across the parking lot while pretending to count scratch-offs. The kind of boy your mama warned you about when she told you to keep your legs closed and your eyes down.
But you couldn’t help it.
He was loud and messy and wild in a way this place wasn’t. The kind of boy who’d get in a fistfight for fun and then kiss you in the fallout. He wore his meanness like cologne and spat sunflower seeds at your feet without saying sorry.
You didn’t know him. Not really.
But you wanted to.
⸻
You made a habit of knowing when he’d show up.
His truck would growl into the lot just after 7PM, rattling like it had a death wish. You’d hear it before you saw him, bass turned up too high, the windows rolled down even though the AC worked fine.
He always parked sideways like rules didn’t apply, and strolled in with two of his friends trailing behind him like bad ideas. His voice was always the loudest. Sharp, cutting, dipped in something vulgar and funny.
You kept your eyes low. Played it safe.
But you felt it.
The pull.
The ache.
The heat that bloomed somewhere just below your ribs and spread like spilled syrup when he walked too close, smelled like smoke and gasoline.
And you started dressing different.
Just a little.
Gloss on your lips. Baby tee tucked tight. A daisy clipped behind your ear.
All soft, sweet things.
Things you hoped he’d want to ruin.
⸻
One day, he looked at you.
Really looked.
You were leaning on the counter, chin in hand, flipping through a trashy tabloid when the bell jingled and Jay swaggered in alone. No friends this time. Just him and the thick heat and the sound of cicadas screaming outside.
You didn’t glance up fast enough.
But when you did—
He was already looking.
Right at you.
His eyes dragged over you, slow and lazy like he had nowhere to be. His smirk curled, and he walked right up to the counter, chewing on nothing, eyes half-lidded and cruel.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he said.
You blinked. Swallowed.
“I work nights.”
“Shame,” he muttered, tapping the counter with a ringed finger. “Guess I’ve been missin’ out.”
Your face burned, but your voice stayed steady. “You want anything?”
He grinned. “Yeah. What’s your name?”
You told him.
He said it once, trying it out. “Pretty.”
You should’ve laughed.
Instead, you stared at the way his lip curled around the word, the way he leaned forward like he was gonna say something awful, something filthy, and you would’ve let him. You would’ve listened to every word.
But he just winked.
Grabbed a cherry soda from the fridge and left a crumpled dollar on the counter.
No change.
No goodbye.
You watched him walk out into the heat, long and golden and made of sharp edges.
You didn’t breathe for a whole minute.
⸻
You started writing about him in your journal.
Nothing serious.
Just little things.
Like the way he scratched the back of his neck when he was bored. Or how he always seemed to know when someone was watching him and looked smug about it. You wrote down the songs he played when his truck idled in the lot. You imagined what his voice would sound like in your bedroom, saying things you weren’t supposed to want to hear.
You didn’t love him.
You just wanted to kiss him so hard your teeth ached.
You just wanted to be his, even if only for a night.
⸻
Two weeks later, he showed up again.
This time, he leaned on the counter and said, “You ever been out to the creek?”
You blinked. “What creek?”
“The one past Miller’s farm. Little spot with the rope swing.” He smiled like he knew you wouldn’t say no. “You should come.
You didn’t ask why.
You just nodded, heart jackhammering against your ribs
.
“Tonight,” he said. “Ten sharp. Don’t be late.”
And just like that, you were his.
⸻
You told your mama you were staying at a friend’s.
Put on your shortest skirt. Slicked on lip gloss that tasted like strawberries and sin. Walked barefoot down the gravel path until his headlights found you.
He didn’t say hi.
Just opened the passenger door and looked you over like he’d won something.
You climbed in, silent and sweating.
The cab smelled like sweat and spearmint and a boy who never cared what time it was.
He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting just a little too close to your thigh.
The radio played something low and slurred, and he tapped the beat on his knee like he didn’t even notice you were staring at his hands.
You were.
You couldn’t stop.
⸻
The creek was quiet.
Moonlight hit the water in soft ribbons, and the trees whispered secrets to the wind.
He cut the engine and leaned back in his seat, one arm slung lazily behind your headrest.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
You shrugged.
“Nervous?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
You glanced at him.
His eyes glittered in the dark.
He grinned.
“You watch me a lot,” he said.
You froze.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb. You think I didn’t notice? Thought it was cute.”
You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.
He leaned in.
“Gotta admit,” he murmured, “I been watchin’ you too.”
You turned to him, lips parted, but he was already there—mouth on yours, hands rough on your hips, kiss sweet and sharp like peach candy and bad intentions.
It wasn’t gentle.
But it was good.
Too good.
And when he pulled back, eyes hooded, lips shiny, he whispered, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this.”
You didn’t say a word.
Just climbed into his lap and kissed him like you were starving.
⸻
You weren’t a good girl.
Not really.
You wore white dresses and said thank you and smiled at old ladies in church.
But under it all, you ached.
For him.
For something real.
And Jay?
He was real in all the worst, best ways.
He bit your bottom lip when you teased him. He pulled your hair when you got too mouthy. He kissed your neck like he was marking territory.
You let him.
You wanted him to.
⸻
You met like that every week.
Sometimes at the creek.
Sometimes behind the old laundromat where the lights flickered and the pavement smelled like bleach and burnt rubber.
He’d press you against brick walls and tell you how pretty you looked when you blushed. He’d call you baby and trouble and sweet thing like it meant something.
And God, it did.
To you, it meant everything.
He wasn’t your boyfriend.
Not really.
But he called you his.
And when he drove you home with one hand gripping your thigh and the other curled around the wheel, you felt like you could die right then and be happy.
⸻
You never told anyone.
Not your friends. Not your mama. Not even yourself, not really.
Because to say it out loud would make it real.
And you weren’t sure you could survive that.
He was your secret.
Your summer sin.
The thing you prayed about in the quiet, trembling on your knees with dirty thoughts and clean hands.
You were the girl who watched him from afar and wanted him anyway.
And now?
Now he wanted you back.
⸻
Some nights, you still lie awake and think about the way his hands felt on your waist, the way he laughed like the world was ending and he didn’t care.
You think about the way he said your name—low, rough, reverent.
Sorry I have been MIA lately!! It’s the end of the school year so I’ve been busy. Also I sadly had to put my dog down so I’ve been grieving. Hopefully I will write soon for too sweet and baseball boy.
I've had this sitting in my drafts forever! I def wanna go back and add more (maybe with some nsfw) but I wanna put this out anyways. If you guys like this enough, I might just make a part 2! Or a full blown fic?? Idk. Please comment/reblog your thoughts.
No warnings, really. Mentions of partying and drinking. fem/gender neutral reader. Enjoy this party meet cute with the big guy!
Schlatt literally fell into your life one night.
A friend of a friend invited you to Charlie's party, begging you to be their plus one. You figured, why not? You were free and there would be a bunch of streamers there, so you decided to see what the night had in store for you.
At first, you were nervous as hell, stuck to your friend's side like a leech. But your worries slowly dissipated as you started chatting with people.
You meet a lot of Charlie's good friends, including Ludwig, Ted and Hasan. They all seemed way too nice to have literally millions of followers on twitch. But hey, it was a great group of people AND you were having fun at a party! Yipee!
Maybe it was the constant blaring music or the shot of Titos you had earlier, but you swear you heard the word “shat”, like, multiple times. And it seemed like it was addressed... to a person? What??
Whatever. You shrug it off. Maybe it was an inside joke in the streaming community.
You decide to take a break from all the socializing to slip into the kitchen, where you find your friend and hunker down next to the fridge.
One moment, you're gossiping and having a nice time, and the next you're pushed sideways and shrieking. Some strange man barrels into your body and shoves your head into your friend's shoulder to prevent his fall.
“The fuck?” You shout, almost chuckling at the bizarre situation unfolding. His hand practically engulfs your entire face.
“Woah! Sorry, toots. Lost my cool there.” He chuckles nonchalantly and peels his sweaty hand off your face, wiping it on his leather jacket which makes you cringe.
Ugh. How drunk is this guy?
He quickly straightens himself and readjusts his jacket. Amidst your disgust and confusion, you take a better look at him.
Oh no. Oh fuck. He's absurdly tall and super fucking handsome. Strike one.
He had these mutton chops that could cut through steel. An odd look for the 21st century, but you admit, it suited him surprisingly well. Strike two.
What really drew you in, though, were his eyes. Despite his intimidating broad figure, his eyes were a soft chestnut brown that just… left you staring for way too long.
Strike three.
“No, yeah. It's all good. You okay, dude?” You ask. Your voice quivers as you take in his intimidating presense. You can't help but blush when you catch him checking you out.
Or, at least that's what you thought he was doing. He could've been 12 shots deep for all you knew.
With a quick nod, he flashes a lopsided grin and by god does your heart skip a beat.
“That's not how I usually carry myself, by the way. I don't just go stumbling into cute girls thinking I own the place.” His words floated off his tongue effortlessly, almost like he had said this a million times before.
Is that... is that a New York accent? He leans down to meet your gaze. Oh my god. Holy fuck.
You laugh at him - probably a little too loudly. “Sorry again.” The mystery man says, sticking his hand out to you. “The name's-”
“SCHLATT!!” Ted's booming voice cuts through the quiet murmur of the kitchen. He bursts through the door and immediately puts the guy in a headlock, scratching his head vigorously.
“Ow! Hey, man! Cut it out!” The man grumbles, trying to pry Ted's arm off of his neck.
The others lingering in the kitchen laugh at them, even your friend. Huh. This must be normal, right? Ted and…?
Oh, wait.
Schlatt. This is the guy everyone's been talking about.
Ted finally lets go, gritting his teeth playfully and ruffling Schlatt's hair. “You owe me for that whiskey, buddy.” Ted exclaims, letting him go and pointing a finger at his chest.
“Hey, it's not my fault the Jack Daniels was just sittin’ out like that.” Schlatt slurs. “Finders, keepers, dude.” He smirks at his friend playfully.
Ted scoffs and glances between you and him. “Ah, Y/N. You've met Schlatt. Careful. He can be a real pain in the ass.”
Schlatt smooths his hair back and rolls his eyes. “If you're really that sour, man, I'll just buy you a new truck. So, ya know, we’re even.”
“Fat chance!” Ted calls out, walking backwards and swiveling on his heels to going back into the living room. "This isn't over, bitch!"
I don't have words to describe how I felt opening my front door, how I feel looking at who's standing outside my home, leaning against the frame with one arm. The rain was coming down rather hard so he was pretty soaked, his black shirt looking heavy on his body. There are droplets fogging up his glasses and his usual tall hair is stuck on his forehead, appearing wet and curly instead of straight up.
Ted.
It's been nearly a month, only a month, but he looks...different. Older. Rougher, maybe. Even from where I'm standing, I can tell the last few weeks have been just as unkind to him as they've been to me.
...
No, there's no way he's been struggling. He doesn't GET to be straggling. No fucking way. HE'S the one that walked out, not just on me, but on Tanner. On the project. I don't care if it's almost been a month, I'm still pissed.
"I know you're mad.." Ted holds his free arm out as if to calm me, the rain still trickling down on his body, only ruining his clothes more. "And--And you're free to yell at me, to hit me, to call me whatever you want, but...can I come in first?"
It feels weird hearing his voice again. It's familiar, but also like a memory I can't completely comprehend. The anxious pit I'm getting in my stomach is definitely the most familiar thing here, but it's only making me angrier. Part of me wants to slam the door in his face, to leave him hanging the same way he left me hanging, the same way he left the team hanging....but I'm not him. I quietly step aside, giving him silent permission to enter my home. I hear a shaky breath escape him as he enters, like even he expected I'd deny him. I still kind of want to, but it's god awful out there and even he doesn't deserve to stand in that.
As he walks past me to remove his wet shoes, I see his Tacoma parked out front. This motherfucker. I live in Washington, did he REALLY drive all the way up here, even in this storm? Does he think this is some grand gesture that's gonna win me over, after what he did to one of my best friends? Absolutely not. He probably got high in his car so he could lie to me again. Bastard.
I close my front door, locking it before turning around to look at Ted, watching him awkwardly look around my living room. I step aside to go to the hallway closet, grabbing him a towel he can use to dry himself off. I can't get over how...different he looks. His hair no longer being tall and straight makes his head a little smaller, more defined. He's visibly aging, like he always looks a little bit tired. His scruff is shorter so it was shaved somewhat recently, and yet he seems to be growing in a thin, well maintained mustache like he said he would. It's the same face, same voice, but it almost doesn't seem like the same man.
Ted turns back to look at me, taking the towel from me with a soft, but uneasy smile. "Thanks.." Ted speaks quietly, beginning to dry his face, his hair and his glasses. It's been well over 3 minutes and I haven't said a word, I know. I'm just...I don't know what I should be feeling. Part of me wants to scream at him, to smack him in the arm, to shove him away and cry about what he did. I had just gotten over him, gotten over these harsh feelings of borderline abandonment, and now he's waltzed right back into my line of sight and my thoughts. I don't feel just anger when I look at him, and it just makes me even more frustrated.
"Nice to get to see your place..." Ted speaks again, continuing to cut through my angry silence with his own words. Even though I know he's stalling, I can also see that he's genuinely fascinated with my home, his warm eyes looking over all the art on my walls, the plants on my windows, how I have the couch angled. I can tell he's not just...looking, he's taking it all in, until his body turns more and his eyes meet mine. "It's...very you." I feel that all too familiar skip in my chest, his little smile curling up more when I don't look away from him. I don't want to look away. I wanna give him a piece of my mind.
"You're an idiot." Are the first words that come out of my mouth, like they were tugged out by that stupid smile of his. I see his smile fade almost immediately, awkwardly holding the now damp towel in his hands. I thought maybe starting with a petty insult would tone down all this built up frustration, but it doesn't. It only ignites it. "What the hell were you thinking, driving all the way up here?! You think this is gonna make anything better? Think this makes up for what you did?"
"No, I--" Ted tries to pipe up with a soft huff, his hand gently smacking the side of his thigh as he shrugs. "I'm not--"
"Forget the fact that you and I were a thing, how the FUCK could you do that to Tanner? To the whole god damn team?" I begin raising my voice, not even giving Ted a chance to speak or defend himself. I don't want to hear him defend himself. I've got weeks of these frustrations pent up and ready to go. "You can't just take up the mantle of the main lead and then abandon the project! You ruined the whole god damn thing!"
"I know, I'm not here to--"
"I don't even fucking know how Tanner's gonna finish the damn movie with how you walked out!"
"Tanner's--"
"And none of us are in any position to help him because he lives in fucking Sacramento!"
"We've--"
"I can't fucking comprehend how you could just leave everyone like that! You're the one that didn't want to have a fucking conversation!"
"Would you--"
"All I wanted was honesty, Ted, and you wouldn't even give me that for 5 fucking minutes! 5 god damn--"
"Would you SHUT THE FUCK UP and let me EXPLAIN!? For FUCKS SAKE!"
I'm silent. Completely silent. Never. Never did I ever expect to see Ted get that frustrated, to hear him get that...angry. My eyes widen and I completely shut up, a small frown on my face. Somehow I can just tell that despite the way he just exploded at me, he's not angry at me.
"I'm not fuckin' here to beg for your forgiveness, alright?" Ted snips with a small, but anxious looking glare, unable to look me in eyes. "You don't need to start callin' me fuckin' names to help me realize I fucked up. I KNOW I fucked up! I've been sitting with the fact that I fucked up for WEEKS!"
"What, is that supposed to make me feel bad?" I can't help but scoff, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "That you feel bad for doing a shitty thing? That's how guilt works, Ted."
"No--I DO feel guilty, (Y/N)! I feel guilty as hell!" Ted clasps his hands together with a loud smack, taking a small step closer to me as if to emphasize his feelings. "I've--I've been sitting with it for weeks, going through the moment over and over and over, trying to rationalize it in my head. Like....like if I found one good reason for leaving, maybe then it wouldn't be so hard to come back. I'd have a crutch, something valid to lean on in an argument, but I KNOW I have NOTHING. I didn't make a GOOD fucking CHOICE that day! Not ONE!"
As Ted continues to practically yell at me, his hands began to shake and his eyes began to tear up, giving me a pleading expression. It's like his own anger is scaring or hurting him, and he's silently begging me to quell his self-hatred. I can also tell that Ted is completely sober. He looks exhausted, but he's not under anything. This is all...genuine desperation and regret. He's being real with me. He's being honest.
"I've been feelin' fucking guilty since the very moment I got in my truck and took off." Ted calms his voice down with a shaky sigh, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets in an attempt to stop them from shaking. "Wanted to turn around immediately, but I just...I thought you didn't want to see me.."
"Bullshit.." I speak, despite feeling a little timid from his yelling. I furrow my brows at Ted, placing my hands on my hips. "You could've turned around, you could've answered our calls, you could've just fuckin' told someone where you lived. Tanner almost called the damn cops to find you!"
Ted's shaky hands remain in his pockets as his gaze trails away from me.
"I know.." He huffs, bringing his hand up to ruffle up his curly bangs.
"What do you mean you know?" I scoff, scowling up at Ted. "Have you talked to Tanner?"
"I went to him first yesterday.." Ted admits, gesturing back to my front door. "He drove up here with me. We're staying at a friend's place.."
I don't think I believe what I'm hearing, but that also doesn't sound like a lie. Ted's definitely had no qualms with lying before, but this would certainly be a ridiculous one to share while trying to prove he's changed If he went to Tanner first, that at least proves he's...trying to fix things.
"The plan was just to film something small, the two of us, but..." Ted trails off into a short pause, our eyes meeting once more. "I...I couldn't stop thinking about you, and--"
"Don't make this about us." I immedietly cut him off. "It stopped being about us the moment you started lying to my fuckin' face." A gentle growl rumbles out of my throat as I take a heated step towards Ted, my angry gaze locking with his sorrowful one. "You had the whole god damn team relying on you. You didn't just let me down. You let EVERYONE down!"
"I know!" Ted strengthens his own voice to meet mine, his brows lowering at me. "And driving down here isn't gonna fix that, wanting to see you again isn't gonna fix that. I get it."
"Then why are you here? Hmm?" I narrow my eyes up at Ted, giving a slight head tilt. "Why make the trip at all? Why show up at my god damn door?"
"Because I have to try something! I have to try!" Ted shrugs his arms out, his eyes widening slightly at me.
"I-I don't want that argument to be the end! I can't let that be the end! Not with that! Not with the project." Ted's speaking with a real sense of determination, no longer struggling to maintain eye contact with me. He's speaking from the heart. "The truth is: I was wrong. I fucked up. I lied, I refused to communicate, I refused to listen and then when I couldn't control my feelings, I walked out. I abandoned everyone because I panicked, and that was not okay. It still isn't. If that costs me this, you, then that sucks, but it's fuckin' deserved. I wasn't fair to you that last week. I wasn't fair to you at all, and I'm sorry."
That was....a genuine apology. Probably the best apology I've ever heard from anyone. It sort of stuns me for a little while, creating this uncomfortable silence between us. I even goto open my mouth to speak, but only a slight bit of air escapes me. I'm honestly not sure what to say. I may be speechless.
"As much as I wish I could go back in time and step out of the fucking truck, as much as I wish I had told you the full truth without getting you fuckin' high, I can't take it back." Ted continues, taking in a shaky breath to keep his voice from cracking. "I'm not here to beg for forgiveness, I'm not here to win you over. I'm here to do what I know I can, which is...finishing the damn movie. Together. For our friend."
He has....He has tears in his eyes. He's really pouring his heart out right now, all to me. It's oddly...fascinating to watch him struggle to keep his composure. It's beautiful, in it's own way. I never thought he could feel this deeply, this personally. He always seemed so put together with his feelings, so balanced, but...here he is, falling apart in front of me and me alone. He drove to my house at 12 in the morning, is now crying in my living room and all he wants to do is finish the project, for Tanner.
...
Just for Tanner?
"...You..." I almost struggle to find the words, beginning to anxiously fiddle with my fingers in front of my body. "...You drove all this way just to finish the movie"? I can tell that the question had thrown Ted off a little, but he still appears calm. He takes in a deep breath, breaking eye contact for a moment with a small nod. He seems to want to pick his words very carefully.
"...No..." His voice softens, his warm gaze once again meeting mine. There it is. Inside those big, hazel eyes of his is something I haven't been able to experience in weeks now, something I thought I'd never see in Ted again. Affection. "I'm just...trying to be realistic, but...no..."
Pure, deep, innocent affection. I can tell he's been thinking about me these last few weeks, a struggle we both shared. I can see the sleepless nights under his eyes, the lazy roughness of his scruff. He's been fighting his own demons, his own bad choices and regrets. I understand. When you hurt the people you care about, even unintentionally, sometimes you just...sink so deeply into your regrets, it's hard to crawl your way back up. Ted could've easily stayed radio silent, he could've moved on from all of us and he would've been fine. He'd still have his channel, he'd still have his podcast, he'd still have his friends. No one's pressured him to come back, no one's yelled at him or swayed him. He made this choice himself. He is sorry, and he wants to fix whatever he can. I...I can't be mad at that.
"...What's unrealistic?" I ask, keeping my hands curled in front of me as I gaze up at Ted. "...in regards to you...coming here to fix things?"
"...You still...being in my life.." Ted admits in a soft but low tone, keeping his hands at his sides. "Being...here.."
"Being here?.." I repeat, my smile spreading along my face a little more. I slip my own hands into my pockets, slowly approaching Ted. "Y'mean like, at my house, or?..."
"..No.." Ted speaks softly again, taking his own little bold step towards me. "No, no, I mean..." As Ted pauses, he gently presses one of his palms against his chest, taking in a small deep breath. "...here.."
Everything is starting to rush back to me. All of these deep feelings for Ted that I had pushed down as far as possible were starting to bloom again, feeling my heartbeat begin to pump harder in my chest. I can't ignore the familiar warmth that begins to spread over my body like a thin blanket, a bigger smile spreading along my lips. I thought that I was completely and utterly over him. I thought I was ready to continue on with my life as if I had never met him, but he was here. He was here, he was genuinely sorry and he wanted to fix things. He wanted to be...here.
"L-Look, I...I think it's pretty clear that I've got some shit to figure out.." Ted begins to speak again, gently rubbing his chest with his hand before resting it at his side again. "I'm impulsive, I'm...a liar, I'm insecure and I'm terrible with confrontation. I'd absolutely love for us to start again, you and I, because you're...you are fucking incredible. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner, and then some. Those 2 weeks were some of the happiest moments of my life and--and if I've...totally and completely ruined that, I understand. We don't have to get back together, we don't even have to see each other after we finish the movie, but I'd even love to just--mmmffhh--"
I step forward to gently grab Ted's face, pulling him into a gentle, but passionate kiss. I feel him stand there, absolutely stunned, before his hands find my waist and he returns the kiss. I feel him let in this deep, emotional sigh of relief against my lips, pulling me in close by my hips for more familiarity. It feels like a bonfire's been reignited after sitting in silence, my hands pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Our lips begin to move together in perfect synchronicity, like nothing ever changed between us. It's passionate, it's intimate and it's personal. It's Us.
I'm the one to break the heated kiss just to make sure I'm not freaking Ted out and crossing any boundaries he may have been trying to set. He was just trying to tell me that he needs to figure stuff out. That could mean anything. His hands don't leave my waist and my hands remain against his cheeks, our eyes meeting once more, darker than before. Now I'm the one with the affectionate sparkle in my eyes, admiring Ted with this closeness in case it doesn't last...
...but what was I thinking? Of course it'd last.
"...Have...dinner with you, or..." I see Ted's gaze flick down to my lips, his own lips parted slightly with a quiet little breath escaping him before he'd lean in and connect our lips again with a low little moan, leaning in more to push his tongue into this sweet, passionate kiss. I open my mouth more in the kiss to allow his tongue to enter, a soft moan escaping me as my hands wander down Ted's face.
"Th-This works--" Ted mutters into the kiss before pushing back into it with a grunt, making me briefly press back against the wall by the staircase. My hands smooth along his shoulders before gripping the front of his black shirt to begin pulling him back further into my home and up the stairs.
The two sides of my tumblr is sometimes hilarious to me. One side is nsfw sapphic content and the other is chuckle sandwich boys fanfics. The true meaning of being bi
Summary: In the town of Ghostridge, Georgia, Dollie Sheppard runs a quiet saloon where nothing ever really happens. That is until Big Bad John passes through town. He’s supposed to be a legend, a ghost story. But he’s real, he’s handsome, and nothing Dollie expected. With tensions rising, Dollie finds herself caught between the law, her past, and the man with a reputation that could ruin them both.
The Devil Went Down to Georgia ❀
Cowboy Like Me ❀✮
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ✮❥
But Daddy I Love Him ❀✮
I’m going to start writing part four to too sweet but I have a question. (Sorry for all the polls, I just want yall to be a part of my creative process)
Whose POV do you want to see?
Schlatt’s
Continue with reader
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If I do schlatt, you can learn how he met reader and his opinion of them. If I continue with reader, it will just continue the week after the baseball game. Thanks for voting!!
Chuckle boys taking care of you when sick or on your period HC or oneshots?
Masterlist
CW: periods, sickness
TW: vomiting (skip Charlie’s part if you have emetophobia)
Ted
You knew you were starting to feel sick because of all the common symptoms you experienced: body aches, sore throat, a cough, and the worst of all a fever. The cough wasn’t too bad just yet, but you feel like it’s going to turn into a cough that you’ll be able to feel in your chest. You have been taking medicine to try to handle it. However, it has not been helping. You know the best thing to do is rest, but you’re too busy to rest.
As you are going to lie down, you feel your boyfriend, Ted’s wrap around you. He immediately pulls away. “Fuck Baby you are burning up,” he says. He places a flat hand on your forehead before placing both hands on your neck. “You have a fever. Have you taken any medicine?” He asks, looking more worried.
“I took some ibuprofen a few hours ago. I’m fine. I have work in the morning, so I can’t get sick,” you explain to him.
“I don’t care. I want you to lie down. I’ll be right back with some essentials.” He kisses the top of your sweaty head before going into the kitchen.
You feel your eyes start to get heavier, but the pain and discomfort keeps you awake. It isn’t long before Ted is coming back into your shared bedroom with his large hands full of goodies. You raise an eyebrow at him.
He places a water bottle, Ibuprofen, and NyQuil Severe on the nightstand beside you. He also has a wet rag in his hand. “Sit up for me, Darling.” You reluctantly sit up. “Perfect. Now put your head on your knees.” You do as you are told. Ted places the cold wet rag around your neck. As he does this, he grabs your hair making it into a makeshift ponytail with a random hair tie he found.
You lean your head back, but are still sitting up. Ted grabs three Ibuprofen pills and the water bottle. You take it from his hands and take it with ease. You look in slight disgust when he pours the liquid NyQuil into the medicine cup. You always hated the taste of medicine even if they claim to be “tasty flavors”. You immediately close your nose before throwing the medicine back like a shot. You take another drink of water to help the taste go away.
Ted smiles at you. “Good girl. Are you hungry? I think we have some cans of chicken noodle soup that you bought.”
“I’m not hungry. This is perfect. Thank you, Love,” you tell him. Moments like this make you feel incredibly blessed to have such an amazing boyfriend who will drop everything even going to sleep to help you.
“Okay. Rest a bit if you don’t feel better when you wake up. Take a hot shower to help with your body aches.” Ted kisses your forehead instead of your lips. You assume he is worried about getting sick himself. Your assumption is proven correct when you see him grab his phone and a pillow.
“I love you, but I’m going to go sleep on the couch. If you need anything, let me know,” he says. You give him a slight pout, but you don’t blame him. You know your skin feels like fire right now, so he wouldn’t want to cuddle you. You also slightly pray that he doesn't get sick. Because unlike you, Ted is a big baby when he is sick.
However, a few days later, you hear a whine. “Baby can you make me some soup?” Ted whines. Even though you aren’t 100 percent, you immediately turn into a personal nurse for him. You also remember why you hate getting sick. It means your needy boyfriend will also be sick a few days later.
Schlatt
You knew something was up with your hormones because you were in a terrible mood. Every little thing was pissing you off which then made you emotional. Some of those things happened to revolve around your boyfriend, Jay.
When you get home from work, you are already mad about little things at work. Your boss had given you lots of little unnecessary tasks which made you frustrated because you couldn’t do what actually needed to be done. Your coworkers also weren’t being helpful.
You come home and your apartment is a mess. The trash can is full, the sink is full of dishes, and it just looks generally messy. Your boyfriend had promised you he would clean the place since he had a slim work day.
You decide to knock on his office door, hoping to not interrupt a recording. It doesn’t take long before he is opening up the door. “Hi bub. How was your day?” He asks, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Well if you must know, my day was quite shitty. George kept making me do meaningless things like checking random accounts and making calls to check on some clients who haven’t bought in awhile. Then Hailey decided she needed a day off to get her nails done when I could have used the extra help,” you rant to him.
“I’m sorry. That does sound shitty. Well now you are home and you can relax a bit. I’m almost done with my work then we can watch a movie and eat ice cream.”
You huff slightly. It was hard to be mad at him, but he needed to know how you felt. “Okay but I do have a question before you go,” you tell him with an attitude in your voice. He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you not clean up today like you promised you were going to? I wanted to come home to a clean apartment but No, I came home to a filthy one. How hard is it to take the trash out, do the dishes, do some sweeping? I know you’re busy too, but you promised me!” You raise your voice which causes your eyes to water.
“Well I’m sorry I got busy! I had to record a few episodes of sleep deprived then do some editing for the weekly slap. I got caught up doing work that took up my time. Let me finish up then I’ll do it to make you happy!” He yells back at you.
You narrow your eyes at him. “It doesn’t matter anymore! You should have done it earlier like you promised! Also you work from home and can take a break anytime you want!” You are fully crying now. You quickly wipe your eyes. “Since you have so much to do, I’ll just do it myself.”
You turn away from him. You hear him start to stop you, but he decides to just slam the door instead.
After you finish cleaning up, you go to your bed still full of anger. Your eyes continue to feel with tears. You cuddle up against Jambo before you finally fall asleep.
When you wake up, Schlatt’s arms are wrapped around you. It seems like he wasn’t too pissed off at you. You gently move his arm off of you to go to the bathroom. Once you go to the bathroom, you realize what your issue was. You started your period. The cramps were starting to get worse and you dreaded it. You were grateful that it was the weekend, so you didn’t have to deal with work as well.
You immediately insert a tampon before laying back in bed. You scroll through your phone. When you see a TikTok of an old cat, you start to tear up. You hear Schlatt starting to wake up so you sniffle silently. “Are you up?” He asks you in his groggy morning voice.
You turn around to look at him. “I’m so sorry Jay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was just pissed off and I started my period,” you admit to him.
He nods his head in understanding. He opens up his arms to cuddle you again. “I should have cleaned up. I did promise you I would.” He kisses the top of your head when you lay down on his chest. “How are your cramps?”
“Not bad, but I know they are going to get worse soon.”
“Are you hungry?” He asks, knowing sometimes you don’t want to eat during your time of the month.
“Yeah. I didn’t eat last night,” you tell him.
Quickly he gets up. “Lay here. I’m going to make you some breakfast.”
You smile at him before continuing to scroll on your phone again. Before long, Schlatt returns with a tray that has pancakes, bacon, and eggs on top. He places the tray in front of you. “Thank you,” you tell him, digging in.
When you finish, he cleans up your mess. He returns to the bedroom with your heating pad and some Motrin to help elevate the pain. “Get some rest. If this doesn’t help, I’ll draw a bath for you,” Schlatt tells you. Your eyes start tearing up again. “Toots, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaning down by you.
“You’re just the best boyfriend ever and I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. I don’t know what I have even done to deserve you. I act like a bitch and you still treat me like a queen,” you sniffle, but the tears keep flowing.
Schlatt lets out a small laugh. “It’s no issue at all, bub. I just love you. You had every right to yell at me.” He wipes your tears with his calloused thumb and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now I have some work to get done. Will you be okay without me?” He slightly teases you.
You give him a slight pout. “Yes I will. Thank you again. I think I may take a quick nap. I’ll text you if I need anything”
After he leaves, you get yourself comfy to take a nice nap. You can already feel that this period is going to be painful, but you are grateful to have such a caring boyfriend who will help you with all of your needs.
Charlie
You could feel your stomach grumbling aggressively. Not because you were hungry, but because you were feeling nauseous. You lie down hoping the feeling will go away. However, you can’t control it when the bile starts coming up your throat. You rush to the on suite bathroom and begin throwing up in the toilet.
It isn’t long until you feel someone grabbing your hair to make a makeshift ponytail. Once you feel like you are done, you turn to your boyfriend, Charlie. “I’m sorry I woke you,” you apologize. You wanted to be as discreet as possible.
“Don’t worry about me. Do you think you’ll be sick again?” Charlie asks, moving your hair from your wet forehead.
“I think I’m ok-” You start, but immediately get sick again.
“Let it all out, Baby.” Charlie grabs a hair tie and fully puts your hair up. He rubs your back softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
You lay your head on the toilet bowl. “I hate being sick. It’s the worst,” you say. Your eyes start getting heavy.
“I know, Angel. Are you ready to go lay down?” Charlie puts a hand out for you to hold. You nod and take his hand. He leads you back to your shared bed.
As soon as you lay down, you immediately feel yourself starting to fall back to sleep. Charlie watches as you drift off to sleep.
When you wake up, you see a bucket beside you. You also see a few things on your bedside table. There is some Pepto Bismol with a medicine cup, some ritz crackers, a blue Gatorade, and a note. It reads, ‘Here are some things to help you feel better! I am going to stay on the couch. Text me if you need anything!! Love you! -Char’
You smile at the note. As much as you would love to cuddle him, you don’t blame him for sleeping elsewhere. You send him a quick thank you and I love you.
You are sure he is getting some work done. You are grateful to have a boyfriend who will take care of you when you can’t take care of yourself. Before you started dating Charlie, you would deal with it by yourself. Having a caretaker was so much more helpful.
It only takes you a few days to feel better. Thankfully, Charlie does not get sick because he is a big baby. It brings a smile to your face when you finally get to cuddle him. You also enjoy what happens before the cuddling happens.
A/N: This was so fun to write! I wanted each one to be different so I wrote different ailments. I love writing for every guy!! I will be updating too sweet and adding to baseball boy soon! Thank you all for reading letting me know what you think!
I feel like Schlatt’s love languages are giving gifts and acts of service. He loves to spend any money on you that he can. It really means nothing to him to spoil you. I also feel like the gift sometimes wouldn’t be something big but something that reminds him of you.
For example, this man will buy you flowers weekly. Oh the new ones are about to die? He will go buy you more. He knows which are your favorites and will get them everytime! He also will buy you your favorite candy or treat just to see you smile.
I also said acts of service because I feel like this is how he wants to be loved. He is such a busy guy that any small gesture goes a long way for him. Weather it’s feeding the cats for him, doing his laundry, or cooking him a meal, he would be so appreciative of it.
He would never ask you to anything for him. He would want to you to live your life, not worry about a thing. However, it would put a big smile on his face, if you did something to make his life a bit easy.
Thanks for considering me a Schlatt ambassador!! It makes me happy! I have been watching Schlatt since 2019, so I feel like I know some stuff. This was such a fun idea and I would love to do it again!
