good morning or evening to whomever may have stumbled on my page, welcome ! i'm sabs, otherwise known as simpliao, ( a kinda blasian who has too much free time, she/her pronouns ! ) and this is the complete collection of my works to date ! ( + some other things )
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MY COLLECTION OF ANONS ...!
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16/10/22 : reminder that I am currently mia because life happened, I love you guys and thank you for everything and hopefully I’ll be able to return once the next holidays come around.
As I reach my nearly two-year anniversary of this blog, which will be on February the 28th for any who are curious, I thought it would be appropriate to share a list of blog recommendations. Whether it simply be blogs I am enjoy currently, in the past, or anything else of the like, all deserve even more recognition, believe me.
So, without further ado:
@egcdeath -- By the gods, words cannot describe how absolutely awestruck I am by your work. The way you articulate emotion and action and just- everything? It's a work of art. I fell in love with your 'Love In Bloom' work months ago, and finding you again with your Soccer Parents series makes me ecstatic. I'm always left rereading and hungry for more of your work because it's just that good.
@robynlilyblack -- My absolute favorite Harry Potter writer I've ever read from. You have singlehandedly made me fall for characters I never would have thought about falling for. The emotion you put into your work leaves me weak at the knees sometimes, and the angst, oh boy, does it hurt when I read it. And there's so much comedy in your works, at times I find myself giggling whilst staring at my screen.
@quirkfics -- You write for some of the most underrated characters and I'm so happy that you do just that. I have, many a times, scoured the internet for works relating to specific characters that, unfortunately, almost nobody writes for. And then there's you! I cannot tell you how many hours I've poured into reading and re-reading your works because, truthfully, it's a little embarrassing.
@tired-teacher-blog -- My favorite Aizawa blog bar none. The way you write is, truly, mesmerizing. Every time I read something from you I'm always left in awe, whether that me with a grin or a flustered face or anything else of the like. You are doing the work of the gods.
@simpliao -- One of my favorite jschlatt authors on this website. Everything you write is adorable and fills me with warmth every time I have the blessing of reading through your blog. Everything you do is stunning and I am in love.
@jschqtt -- Another stunningly amazing jschlatt author, though I do love your other works with all the same adoration. Your works are so adorable and I cannot stress how seen I feel with some of your works. The prompts you write from just hit so close to home and the emotion behind them make them all the better.
@slxthxrxn-sxmp -- I initially found you from your Jurassic Park works and by the gods I fell in love with your writing so quickly. Just- every word I see on my screen when I read through your blog is captivating. I truly need to read through all of your works some time because I know how beyond worth it it will be.
@jschllatt -- My favorite jschlatt author on tumblr, easily. Though your blog is/has been, for the time being, inactive, I hope you know how much you, both as an author and as a friend, have impacted me. I still strive to write as amazingly as you do, though I reckon I have quite a bit of work to do before I create such art. You singlehandedly made me fall for more people than I can count by your work and I hate you for it. /j
@dreamwvrld -- The best author I've ever had the chance of reading from. And I mean that in all facets. You have been my idol ever since I started reading from you. The way you create such vivid scenes and the emotions you give the characters in your work leaves me at my knees. I still aspire to be like you, and even though you have left the fanfiction community, as I've told you, I can't wait to see and support you and your future endeavors. You have a fan for life here.
Writing, especially for a niche group as fanfiction writing is, is difficult and at times grueling work. The prospect of creating something designed specifically for a group of people to enjoy can be filling, but it is important to note the time and effort that goes into such work.
I'm apart of such a wide variety of fandoms and seeing so many people create content for them, spilling their thoughts onto a screen- it's beautiful. I'm sure many authors have seen me ramble in adoration about their works before, but it's important (at least in my eyes) to yell to the world 'look at this person and their amazing work!' from time to time.
To every author on this list (and to those who aren't yet), even if you're not currently or no longer active, even if you're only written a small number of works, even if you don't think your work is good (stop that, it is good and so much more), I, as well as the community(ies) you're apart of, adore you. <3
This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read— AH I’m sure you’re all aware of worm but if not please check them out ! thank you so much love your words are beyond appreciated <3
i know u wrote ‘let you break my heart again’ quite a while ago but it would b so cool if u wrote a part two where schlatt wonders why y/n had stopped attempting to hang out with him and ect and it ends in fluff maybe?
good person at heart ; (irl) schlatt x reader
summary : we do bad things even if at heart we're good people.
a/n : I don't know if I'm gonna post after this but I hope this feeds you guys for the next handful of months ! I know the request was for it to be more fluffy... and sweet. but because of what this is based off of I couldn't do that. Thank you so much for 200+ followers even if I literally have not posted since last year. I love you guys, pro-tip, never fall in love.
"So, next week same time?"
"Yeah, sure. See you then."
Routine, as it's become. Another woman to pass through his life, momentarily fulfil selfish desires, to have nameless faces leave to come again like clockwork. Distantly he could make out her footsteps, and the almost silent opening and shutting of his front door. Letting eyelids fall and leaning back to rest against the bed frame, a heavy sigh left his lips. When did it get this bad? When was the last time he'd felt... Whole.
Since Y/n, likely. Taking in another inhale of heavy smoke, lips clenched between the cigarette twitched at the thought of her. So... Damn sweet. Thinking about her, knowing how she'd react to seeing him like this, a mess, had him practically spit out the smoke. Putting it out carelessly at the ashtray that sat by his side.
So real. Unbelievable how real she felt, unlike any of the other women he's kept around him. Kept for a night, if kept is an appropriate word at all. They were blurs that served as gaps in his memory, hours if them amounted to no more than a handful of fuzzy colours and lights. That woman, no, who once was his woman he couldn't for the life of him forget a second in her arms, of her in his life.
So vividly he could make out hazy mornings of watching her chest rise and fall as her relaxed features radiated in the warm luster from early rays. Almost as serene as the specs of dust that wafted the air only visible by yellow dawn. Time with her was so eventful, so easy to find yourself in the present moment and just feel... In love.
But that was the fear wasn't it?
Breaking out of thoughts his eyes fell to his illuminated phone, a notification. Curious, it was Ted. He was in town at the moment, but as far as he was concerned he was out with Shae... Shit, had he forgotten more plans today? This wouldn't be the first time.
'Jeremiah Schlatt call me back as soon as possible.'
That, accompanied with an hour's worth of missed calls, had his back straighten and rush of energy flood his body. Wasting no time dealing back, it couldn't have been more than three rings before the phone was picked up.
"Where the hell are you? I've been calling you for an hour– this is..!" His voice gruff and loud enough to resonate in his ears, consequently contributing to the growing of a dull pain within his frontal lobe. "I'm at home, sorry. Did we have plans today?" There was murmuring following his question, two voices discussing in a much softer, uneasy tone from what he could make out.
"Jesus, you sound out of it. Get some sleep I'll call you back tomorrow morning." There was the overly worrisome Ted he was more accustomed to, his voice returning to the phone with a complete one-eighty of tones. It practically sent him into whiplash, a twinge in his gut telling him something wasn't quite right. "Ted, what the fuck is going on? You don't just call people like that, where are you?" Hesitation highlighted the silence, he could practically hear him gulp as a reassuring female voice was at his side.
"I'm with Shae and..." His voice caught up in his chest, his girlfriend's murmurings being heard from the other end of the line even if unintelligible. "...We're at the hospital on 51st Street." I could feel my heart sink in my chest, "I'm on my way."
"Wait, wait, wait..!" He cleared his throat and halted in his steps, half naked and feeling the chill of the room after throwing himself out of bed. "...neither me or Shae are sick. I, I figured you had the right to know what's going on, but it's a delicate situation. I don't think it's smart for you to just show up out of the blue–" "Ted, what the fuck is going on?"
A breath was drawn, and the following words made it seem like his whole world had fallen apart. "It's Y/n. She just... Collapsed. She hasn't been eating I just... I didn't know who to call she's still stubborn but I don't think–" "I'm on my way." Before any protests could have been made the phone was hung up and the previously languid Schlatt was dashing round the place for his misplaced articles of clothing and his car keys.
The rest was a blur, with a conscious heavy with worry and thoughts centred around only her there were only flashes of memory of driving to the previously mentioned hospital (how he remembered he didn't know in that state); his brain was on autopilot.
And yet someway, somehow, he blinked and before him was the woman he once (and likely still) adored. Her skin paler than her usual tone, sunken and sullen. Her head tilted to the side, gaze pivoted towards the window. Her monotonous heart rate was barely audible, it was like he was underwater. Throat dry, neither said a word, his palms sweaty and pulse feeling as if it could burst his veins open.
"Y/n..." His voice low, knowing he had no place here, not after everything. He stood closer to the door than her, she seemed tense with him being there and he wasn't exactly relaxed either. Just as he spoke those words, he could visibly see her grip at her arms slightly tighter, her body at a slight tremble he recognized she would do before she cried. He hesitated to say anything else if his voice alone had already done so much.
"..what are you doing here..?" Her head slowly spun towards him, fully in view he could see just how worn down and tired she appeared. She was frail, eyes once filled with so much life now dreary with eyelids relaxed and harsh shadows under them; tears brimming and threatening to fall. Chapped lips with every lethargic movement seemed as if they were so heavy, as if she struggled to even open them. "...I heard. You..." Schlatt hesitated on his words, a little lost to find them.
"Save it." Whatever force she had left she used it to spit out those words, "I'm alright..." "Obviously not." He let out softly, carefully making his way over to sit at the chair by the foot of the hospital bed. "I just..." "Why did you come here?" Her voice strained asked with such desperation, confusion evident with tears ever present. He took a breath, "I came because I still care."
And that was what it took to cause the surface tension to break and tears fully roll down her cheeks, unable to even manage reaching to wipe them away. "You came to lie to me." She choked out between broken sobs, he held such a gentle, caring look while she fought to not completely break down into ugly crying.
"No, no I didn't–" "cause if you cared I wouldn't be feeling this way." Her words spoke such conviction, eyes once saddened had an edge of power. The wrath and justified venom dripping from her words was enough to have the air catch in Schlatt's chest.
"You're right." He wouldn't deny it, everything that's happened up till now was a result of his own selfishness, never having the slightest thought about her. "I'm not here to make things right between us."
"...then..?"
"Y/n, I'm sorry." His head quickly dipped downwards, a prolonged pause was taken before a sharp inhale could be heard. "I'm not worth destroying yourself over." He didn't dare raise his gaze, knowing he'd be heartbroken at the sight that would lay before him.
"...why wasn't I enough for you..?" Hiccups between cries tearing at his heart, he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight. "You were more than I could have ever imagined." "I'm not... I couldn't be... I've seen the women you're around now..."
"And yet you're more beautiful then all of them." "...then why have you been so... cold?"
Cold, and cold was what he meant to be; pushing her away to save himself. Yes, she was too real; just like every other person he kept too close. One by one, they all did what he did to her: disappear.
He wanted so desperately to explain himself. Tell her stories of how other lovers had done a similarly cruel trick, family issues, people that were supposed to be there for him to rely on... But he couldn't. He was as bad as them, he hurt her tooth's extent because he couldn't handle commitment or trust.
She was the victim, no doubt in anyone's mind. Who was he to make this all about himself?
"I'm just not a relationship kind of guy, I... I should of said something, and for that I'm sorry. But please, please don't beat yourself up about this. If what we were is what's causing this."
She deserved to thrive, not to be weighed down by him.
At heart he was a good person, even if his actions didn't show as much. She didn't need to know, and he wasn't ready to get better.
let you break my heart again ; (irl) schlatt x reader
summary : silly to think he ever belonged to you.
info : based upon the song of the same name by the ever gorgeous Laufey, and shouldn't be by Luke Chiang, i love them both amazing songs that I completely recommend. cheating, depressive themes, mention of disordered eating, angst, I cried while writing this.
a/n : I have been so busy, and totally not based on experience lmao. I just needed to vent, so I hope you enjoy and can feel the hurt I'm currently going through <3 I'll see you guys in another four months
Shouldn't be.
Love shouldn't hurt this much. It shouldn't be killing me this much on the inside.
'maybe next week n/n, you know I'm busy.'
The message was all too familiar, barely legible as the world only became blurrier as tears flooded my eyes. My throat closed up, and I could only muster to text back as I always have.
'it's no problem! Can't wait for next week then :)'
I knew this song and dance would only follow into next week, my message left read and unanswered for what I know would be another dry answer hours in the future.
Laid upon a dishevelled bed, my eyes flickered my glance to my side, golden hour having already passed and no more light seeped into my room. My apartment for so many weeks deafly silent, my mind playing cruel tricks upon my heart when I could have sworn I heard his laugh echo off these walls. Always nothing more than a cope for what we've become, the sound of my own breathing and distant city sounds being my only comfort.
When that comfort used to me his arms, his hold, the gentle kisses upon my forehead and admissions of how beautiful he found me to be. No longer have I felt that way, not since. Just thinking about him causes me to choke back a sob, I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Not after I told myself I'd go with the flow, if he didn't care I wouldn't either.
He. Burnt auburn hair I still remember glowing when we'd drive out to the countryside to get a better view of the sunset at eight. Stupid jokes he'd make that would always draw a laugh out of me, his smile burnt in all corners of my mind; to only now haunt me every time I closed my eyes. He still stayed, even if I knew the same couldn't be said on his side.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this right now.
Leaving myself occupied in my mind, letting myself drown in thoughts and memories. If I were to shift my eyes I'd be able to see the school project sitting upon my desk, waiting to be done. And yet here I was, eyes permanently fixated upon the ceiling with my AirPods at its highest volume. Caught up in looking back.
He promised me to always be honest, that I was his and he was in turn mine. Those empty promises almost as empty as my stomach, the attempt of trying to get the sustenance into my body made me sick. Something would trigger of memory of us, and whatever sorry attempt at a meal I've managed to scrape together would be doused in salty tears; inedible. So empty I felt, I should have known; it's my fault.
He never had the best reputation. Twitter would have said 'told you so', Jeremiah Schlatt was never seen as a saint in the online sphere. When it came out that the two of us were friends, it shocked the community. Who would think? Two opposites would have such chemistry. Someone as blunt, sarcastic and cynical could pair so well with someone known to be so sweet, genuine.
That's all he ever wanted people to think, I question now if that's all he wanted us to be– with benefits to him.
Empty promises that when this or that would be sorted out, or when he'd be done planning something special he'd be ready to take on the responsibility. Everyone knew him to be the non-committal type, and yet he whispered into the cuff of my ear in our most intimate moments that he was mine– and mine alone.
And I supposed I was the fool to believe him.
From hours to days left on delivered, mute excuses to follow and never ending cancelled plans. We weren't together, yet he still gave the vague illusion that it was so. The use of private nicknames gave the feeling of being significant to him, and yet what we did behind closed doors was kept a tight-knit secret.
Now even wrapped up in comforters and bundled up in my warmest sweaters I still felt so cold, where his arms and warmth used to envelop now are permanently, bitterly frigid. The only thing keeping me going was foolish hope that I knew kept me foolish.
He wasn't coming back, not so long as he had my friends wrapped around his fingers. Pretending to not hear his flirty remarks while they giggled without knowing a thing ate me up from the inside.
I'd never say a thing either, lest I become the bad guy. Why couldn't I let him talk with his friends? Why couldn't he get time alone? His world didn't revolve around me so why are you acting crazy? You're wrong. We aren't even together... yet.
That last word used to tease and keep me in place, if I was good then that yet could become a maybe, and down the road a yes. I knew this was bullshit, meant to keep me where he wanted me. So he can feign guilt and use me all over again. I knew what I was, I was a toy for his amusement.
And I knew it all. I knew he didn't care about me, how his words would hurt, how he would lead me on with no more intentions than just a bit of fooling around. His eyes would wander, and a part of me hoped he'd never come back.
Because if he did I'd act the same, scared of being a nuisance, scared of being called mean names or seeing his gentle features turned malicious. I needed time for myself, and I knew I needed to cut him off to heal the scars he's left upon my heart. Keeping him close only hurt so much more, but it was a choice between loneliness or... More loneliness.
Until then, however, I'll just let you break my heart all over again.
crazy day for twitch huh 😭 im sorry tumblr deleted your writing tho :((( i hope you've been doing good!! -🎭
YEAH OMG IM PROBABLY ANSWERING THIS SO LATE– I'm barely active on anything rn school is so overwhelming 😭 I only know vaguely of what's going on because I watch MoistCritikal sometimes IM SO SORRY IM REALLY TRYING TO FIND TIME FOR YOU GUYS
IM OFFICIALLY ELECTING MYSELF SPEAKER OF THE READERS PLZ TAKE YOUR TIME WITH REQUESTS DONT OVERWHELM YOURSELF TRYING TO POST!!! take as long as you need we will still be here i promise <3333 -🎭
THANK YOU AGAIN YOU'RE TOO SWEET AWEEE, I'll be sure to take my breaks, don't worry ! :)
not only do you write for schlatt PERFECTLY but you also write aus?!?!?! I LOVE YOU SM SABS the victorian england au put me so far in my feelings during this cursed mercury retrograde but ITS SO GOOD ive read it 3 times already 🥺 -🎭
THANK YOU SM !! it’s always a pleasure to hear you guys are enjoying, fr historical aus have my damn heart. Working on your request the best I can, masky anon ! (I have so many I love you guys but I feel bad that some of them are soooo late) LOVE YOU SM SO GLAD TO HAVE YOU ON BOARD !
I love how in your author’s note you tell us not to run away with strangers you just met, and then immediately give us every reason to run away with the man of our dreams in a fictional story😭
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what can I say fluttery anon? I knew I sure as hell would… but yk if anything happens it’s not my fault 😁🤍
Girl, your schlatt fics are so. damn. good!!!! You’re a really talented writer, i love your style! when I was reading one of your most recent fics, i had an idea for a request! Victorian. Era. Schlatt. You cannot look at this man and tell me he and his chops do not belong in the 1860s. I just want to dance with Schlatt in a giant ballroom on a starry evening, and I would love it, no matter how many times he steps on my toes! Whether or not you accept this request, I hope you keep writing fanfic, no matter who it’s about! I meant what I said, you’re an amazing writer!!!
darling, i'm too busy being yours ; (chara) schlatt x reader
summary : it's wedding season in victorian england ! those wealthiest amongst the upper class have gathered for a several day event to find their future partners; including a certain young entrepreneur hailing from the still infant nation of the united states. only problem? the woman who caught his interest isn't a noble.
info : forbidden romance trope, victorian england setting, lord forgive my historical inaccuracies, swearing, sweet nicknames, mentions of poverty and allusions to poor treatment/trauma of workers, and bashful, she/her, afab reader. title taken from do i wanna know? by arctic monkeys (slightly altered).
a/n : appreciate the request anon ! since receiving, it's been sitting in my mind rent free i swear to god. so glad you and everyone else is enjoying, have a good day, you're so sweet ayayayaya !
this is also a short psa to inform everyone to not run away with random strangers you just met :)
Every step taken with confidence, a suit lacking in imperfection, and locks of caramel brown hair that set a new standard for Victorian men; managing to be messy enough to be innovative, but clean enough to not be considered unkept. Those were only a small portion of circulation remarks regarding England's most eligible bachelor; J. Schlatt hailing from New York. British society regarded the use of first names too improper, and being that his own business never mentioned his name no one had a clue of what it could be; only adding to his allure amongst the debutants of England.
The turnout of this year's wedding season amongst only the most prestigious nobles looking to negotiate deals and arrange marriages for the benefit of whatever family stood behind them. This, "Schlatt", was different. It was well known his upbringing was that of poor migrants, but what had him accepted into the fold was that he was now one, or possibly most, of the richest men of the new world. His features rare amongst other's of his social standing, and despite uniqueness tending to cause rejection, for once it actually drew him higher in respect and desire.
Eyes of an intense burnt Sienna, with lips that either remained pursed or slightly apart to nurse at his drink, he was notoriously difficult to impress. Women flocked to him, and it was said you'd only have about a minute before he'd excuse himself of you out of boredom or disinterest. He'd pull up a smile, one that was well known to send a million and one flutters to a lady's heart, and act engaged until time was up. He'd swooned all the debutant's hearts just within the first evening, all while organizing important business deals to secure inane amounts of wealth many couldn't possibly imagine.
From within, he loathed the fat cats that abused their power, coming from a poorer background he never cared much for what family someone came from; so he figured the romance portion of this trip wouldn't matter. He was well aware of how much British people adored him, and he was well aware of how to use it to his benefit. Oh? A certain earl of which he's been meaning to trade with requests he doesn't marry a certain young lady for the sake that his son could? He'd be willing to do it so long as he'd sign his prewritten contract first. Call it what you would, but not anyone especially in this time period could come from penniless poverty to eating amongst the most important people in possibly the whole world. With abilities to influence the very narrative of what would become crucial history, with names that have ties to hundreds of years of history, and wealth that they could sit on for generations; he didn't exactly feel bad manipulating them into getting what he wanted.
It wasn't like anyone would ever catch on. Well, they might. A debutant that he couldn't remember the name of to save his life, who had a remarkable claim to the English throne, was interested in him; and he was leading her along. He knew that most people expected the pair to end up together, and he knew openly showing more interest in others than her could possibly get him in some kind of shit he did not want to get stuck in; it was bad for business. She was a woman with more say than he ever could in this country, and being that she was related to people who ran the country, if he wanted some kind of net benefit he might as well sacrifice himself for the sake of his business.
Despite deep down yearning for the kind of love that pushed his parents to manage to migrate across the world, in this world love meant dying in each other's arms young or living long with so much as wealth to support yourself. Being that his parents were still alive, it made more sense in his mind to give back financially as much as he could. They had sacrificed and risked it all to give him the opportunity for a better life, it was only fair he sacrifice himself for them. His own happiness meant nothing if it meant the people who truly cared for him suffered.
He knew, however, that being someone you're not could only last so long, and knowing that he might end up married to this woman he'd need to practice being this posh, aristocrat that he knew he wasn't. He enjoyed drinking and laughing, telling profane jokes and living life to live. He knew he'd one day have to give up himself for the sake of keeping those he held dear fed. At least now, having snuck off from his provided room, he could walk carefully decorated hallways with exquisite paintings and impossibly large windows that let the blanche glow of moonlight seep in to create a seldom beauty when too many filled these halls.
Dead silence of night only disrupted by his own clacking of heels, occasionally he's pass a guard, of which he'd politely greet and pass without a single question. So long as no one would be murdered tonight his appearances wouldn't make so much as a passing mention. He was approaching the ballroom anyways, something about it called to him. He believed it to be his adoration of the cathedral, baroque architecture that you just can't find in the United States. It was nothing short of fabulously eccentric, and despite loathing the people who owned these works of art, he couldn't help but appreciate and take it all in.
Slowly decanting one of the curved stairs to the left of the room, he descended to the platform whereas the two opposing staircases connected into one. His eyes were directed upwards, a whole ballroom completely cleared and empty as crystal chandeliers only sparked by the light of the clear moon. The arched, vast glass windows that included a glass door to the promenade and an aperture to show the Prussian blue sky dressed in millions of shimmering stars whilst the room's lights were dimmed down low. He let out a soft breath, the societal pressures to be a certain way draining away from him. And just as his gaze slowly travelled downwards to admire the tile work, it so happened to catch notice of...
A girl. Dressed in the housekeeper uniform with a long coffee-skirt accompanied by an off-white apron that went overtop, the khaki, collared button up reminding him of something his mother would wear. Their eyes found each other despite being a fair distance apart, his chest constricted once he made out her delicate features. She stood frozen, visibly sucking in her lips and raising her shoulders tensely, as if holding in her breath. He took it one step at a time as he descended the stairs, he took notice of the white-knuckled grip she held of the stained once-ivory rag, a scuttle half-filled with cloudy water at her feet. Judging that past where her knees should be her dress was darker, appearing damp, he could easily guess that she had likely been on her hands and knees cleaning the floors.
Once finally, after painfully long, having fully descended the stairs, he approached her tense and practically frozen figure. His frame of 6"3 well above anyone he's ever met, she practically felt like dirt at his feet; now she knew exactly what they meant when the girls in the servant wing spoke about the unfeasibly attractive foreign giant. She didn't dare look away from his eyes, afraid he'd send her to her higher ups to be disciplined; no matter how hard it was with the intensity that stared back at her. "Uh," the sudden booming of his voice caused her to wince, it was buttery smooth and with an accent she'd never heard before. "I'm not going to hurt you, dear." A toothy grin grew to his lips, she could practically feel her cheeks burn. "You can speak, y'know. Uh, most people call me Schlatt." His improper way of speaking was akin to nothing she had heard murmurings of, it was that of a blue-collared worker like her. It intrigued her, and when he held out a hand for her, she looked a bit in bewilderment; his expectant gaze did worry that she may have offended him and quickly gripped his, forgetting her hands were moist with wash water.
Her eyes widened as she immediately let go, stuttering out incoherent gibberish before actually managing to exclaim an apology. "Ah! Sir Schlatt, I apologize you should never feel forced to touch a dirty worker like myself, please I beg for your forgiveness!" She quickly curtsied, and held her bow anxiously preparing for some kind of blow. Said blow never arrived, "I only wanted your name, darling, when it's just us you can drop this whole social status thing or whatever." She almost got whiplash the way she shot her head up, had she been mistaken? No, he said he was Schlatt, then why wasn't he who everyone said he was to be?
"...Y/n." She hesitated slightly, standing up straight from her bow and watching his lips silently move to pronounce her name, as if trying out just how it sound. "Y/n, huh? A striking name for an even more lovely lady." He was a natural charmer, and she could barely even stutter out a thank you, still fearful and confused of what exactly was going on. He took notice to the way her was still visibly tense, he wasn't quite sure why he was so pushy of this poor girl who only was trying to do her job. She was impossibly pretty, the natural beauty of her capturing him knowing that she was completely clean faced. Larger eyes looking up at him with such innocence, it tantalized him in the best way possible.
They both kind of looked at each other, she had this confused, frightened look that all the while seemed to be bashful of his presence, while he gave her his softest smile. There was something he could feel between the two, he had to know more about her; insatiable curiosity eating away at him. "Are you the only one here?" "Ah, yes, Sir! I am um... On floor cleaning tonight." A soft frown fell upon his lips, "will you at least get any sleep tonight?" "Ah! Please don't be upset, Sir! I am nothing to worry about, please have a good evening." He knew the kinds of abuses workers of this class faced that made them this sheepish and submissive, knowing that given things hadn't worked out with himself he could have easily been in her position; being spat on and disregarded as unimportant.
Seeing her flinch at everything he did, from saying her name looking her in the eyes, he was sure that underneath the thin clothing she wore would show years of horrors he thankfully never was subjected to. He wanted to at least give her a night to remember, a night where she could for once be an actual human being; what a pretty girl like her deserved. "Y/n?" "Yes!" She squeaked at her own name, a slightly mischievous smile crossing his lips. "Being a guest means my every whim you must fulfill, correct?" A flash of horror crossed her eyes, he threw his hands up and widened his eyes. "God, fuck no, I didn't mean it like that..! Shit, listen I'm sorry, I meant to ask you not to call me Sir. It always makes me feel fuckin' old." The sudden colourful words that left his mouth made her slightly giggle, it was so unexpected to have someone so noble have the sour mouth of a sailor. It was almost adorable watching him spit out swear after swear in apology; and while he finally, for the first time, see her smile, all it did was make him want to speak every profane word he knew.
"If you say so um... Schlatt." Hearing her voice, clear and lacking the stupid ass accident the higher-ups had, say his name, man, if he could ever form what he felt into words. Her voice echoed inside the corners of his mind, leaving more of an impact on him than any of those first-class women could ever dream of leaving; by simply uttering his name. He wanted her to say it again, but he also didn't want to come off as a creep again. He cleared his throat, "as I was uh, saying. It's a beautiful night, huh? It makes the place look fairytale-esc." He was beyond happy when she let out a soft hum, "that's why I never minded when I was handed floor scrubbing, these tend to be the only times I get to be alone. It's important to uh, gather one's thoughts every so often." Her voice was like a silky lullaby, he was almost in a daze listening to her speak. It wasn't like he wasn't listening though, he heard her loud and clear and related on a level he was sure she wouldn't have realized.
"To relax right? Because life feels like it's nothing but a barrage of punches to kick you down?" She blinked twice in surprise, quickly meeting his gaze once again in clear shock. "Yeah... Something like that." They had a staring match with each other, he swore he could see the reflection of shimmering stars in those adorable eyes of hers. "...Cause you need a moment to breathe, to relax?" She sheepishly nodded, and an idea flashed his mind. "Well, we are in a ballroom, aren't we? They say dance is therapeutic, would you do me the honours of giving me this dance?" He held out an open hand to her, she felt like she could practically burst from the flurry of butterflies that filled her stomach. She wasn't in some kind of dream, was she? "I... I really couldn't you're one of the wealthiest men–!" "Right now, when it's just you and me, I'm just Schlatt. The sewer rat from the slums of New York, alright? Please don't let who I am influence your decision." She sucked in her cheek, hand twitching as if trying to grab his without her command. They both know she wanted to, she desperately wanted to feel important and loved like how nobles looked at each other with such endearing gazes.
"I... I can't dance." And a small smile graced his lips, "there's no time to learn than the present, isn't there?" And moving in to cup her hand, in surprise she dropped the old, tattered rag as he quickly led her to the middle of the room. He cupped her hand gently, she remarked how soft his felt and how perfectly hers seemed to cup with his. A hand delicately slinked around her waist, "if you ever want to stop, let me know alright? This meant to be fun." He was so unbelievably caring, a soft smile curved up upon her lips as she hesitantly rested her other hand upon his chest; just as she'd seen other woman do. "We move in a square, alright? Try and follow my steps." She quietly obliged, looking down at first to watch his feet, with a few steps she slowly grew more confidant, raising her head to meet the adoring gaze of the male who held her like she was fine china; a kind of care she hadn't felt since she was likely an infant.
"You're not bad. Now, we're going to try and waltz around the room, alright? You'll be okay, I got you." His voice of reassurance had her feeling like she could do anything, and they slowly sped up and began to move in a kind of circular flower-like pattern to really touch every part of the room. She could feel her skirt swaying and she felt more beautiful than she possibly ever felt in her life, occasionally stepping on his toes, but she was always relieved when despite smearing his loafers (that probably costed more than she ever will) with the dirt of hers that practically were falling apart at the seams, he grinned through it and seemed genuinely over the moon. Feeling their momentum have air run through her locks, in a way she'd never felt before, the feeling itself could have made her smile. As they spun together, it was like the rest of the word became this blur of colours, while he was the only thing left. They were the only ones that occupied their whole world.
They could just imagine the live band playing music for them, the stars of the show, the only two people who mattered while the whole universe of stars could bear witness to a remarkably wholesome and pure pairing; no ulterior motives to be found in the minds or hearts of either parties. In the arms of the brunette she felt safe, actually happy and having fun for what could be the first time in her whole life. While when he heard her lighthearted giggles and genuine smile, he could feel himself float, a kind of glee that he'd only ever experienced while intoxicated. She seemed to be a special kind of high.
And once they finally slowed down, coming to an end to this strangely special dance, his arm never left the small of her back, as he figured they should admire the absolutely gorgeous sky that this night had to offer. Upon the veranda, bodies close and it being known that this was a time to be open and honest to each other; it just kind of happened. He never planed to have waltzed the night away with quite possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, and she only planned upon it being herself, her thoughts, and her rag for cleaning. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was pure luck. Whatever it was that had so blessed them upon this bewitching night, they were immensely grateful and you could feel the dread of feeling it end. Although they had no clue exactly how long they had been speaking and dancing, they were sure they had been out longer than they should've.
"And when the morning comes, you turn back into one of the most important men in the world, right? We never share another glance and this night is swept under the rug to be forgotten and taken to our graves..." "Melancholy doesn't sound sound on you sweetheart, I'll let you know something, alright? I couldn't give less of a fuck what those rich fuckers think, they're important sure, but I can live without 'em." Her head turned from the vast open sky before them to look once more into the dark Sienna eyes of who she figured to be her one-time lover. "You couldn't be serious? Aren't you meant to be marrying the princess of–...?" "The broad that won't leave me alone because she might be queen one day? I couldn't care less. They could ban all my shipments but I'll get back on my feet." He removed his hand from her so he could up both her hands with his, fully turned to her.
"Before tonight I really thought that true love would never find me, I was full business, nothing else mattered but feeding my family back home..." His eyes briefly found themselves looking down to where their hands joint, thumbs caressing her knuckles lovingly before returning to meet her gaze. "...but tonight was something else. And... darling, I'm too busy being yours to possibly ever be with anyone else at this point." Her mouth hung partially agape, plush, peachy lips practically called his name and he slowly moved in closer. "I want you. Say the word and I'll take you back home with me, I promise from the bottom of my heart, I will treat you like how you really deserve." His voice slowly lowered, growing more gravelly by the minute as electricity was sent up her spine.
Their lips were separated by a handful of centimetres, his warm breath tickling her lips and condensing as miniature water droplets. Everything just seemed so right, and yet she feared the worst. "We... We just met..." And with the most gentle gaze she'd ever seen, he spoke in a hush that was barely above a whisper. "I have three days left in England, I'll make our arrangements. I'll get you out of this hell. Just first let me please kiss you tonight to start." "...What makes me so special? This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me... How do you know I deserve it?" A soft grin rose upon his features, plunging in closer and finally sealing lips together. Something about the pair wrapped up in each other's arms felt so akin to two halves of a whole coming together, she fluttered her eyes shut to feel the intense desire and love that was poured into that one kiss, sweet yet demanding.
Pulling away was the least natural thing about it, and with a toothy grin as if he'd won some kind of bet, with vehemence and conviction he spoke as clear as day, "that's how I know." The heavens above shall forever never forget the night they bared witness to the rejoining of soulmates, and so should they watch it again and again for millennia as the two continue to separate and reunite. Just until the sun explodes and the last stars die, the end of time itself, should they finally reunite for the last time, and say together, in spirit or in what little atoms made up the pair left.
Nothing conceivable could ever separate two beings that were simply always meant to be.
“the lingering question kept me up 2 am ‘who do you love?’ i wondered too im wide awake”
- enchanted, taylor swift
quackity imagines
warnings: swearing, use of quackitys real name
a/n: yes i should be doing work, but will i? no.
traveling is exhausting, so you and alex decided to keep the next day chill, by taking him to run some errands at one of america's most important institutions: costco.
you woke up WAY before alex did,, it makes no sense
the time difference between mexico and california is not even that bad, alex is just a sleepy bum
when he finally does wake up, you grab a quick snack/mini lunch from a mcdonald’s drive thru
“remember when you tried mcdonald’s for the first time? you were like a teenager and you swore you would never eat mcdonald’s again in your life?”
“yeah?”
“how’s that going for you?”
after scarfing down the crispy fries and the not-really-chicken chicken nuggets, you drive down to costco and while out your costco card like a badass
“you know they have costco in mexico right?”
“… no i did not.”
you have your grocery list in one hand and are pushing the cart in through the packed warehouse with alex fearfully following behind
“why is it so packed in here?”
“it’s america. everywhere is packed.”
alex actually doesn’t appreciate the random strangers poking him and pushing him around, frequently complaining about it
so, to solve it, you give him the cart
which for some reason instills this weird power in him that makes the crowds part like the Red Sea
now alex is starting to have some fun
you guys buy a shit ton of snacks (that you absolutely DO NOT need)
load up on drinks aka caprisuns
and practically fill your empty bellies with the free samples being given out
alex likes to lift his feet off the ground and let the cart roll forward whenever you guys happen to stumble upon an empty aisle
he almost crashes like every single time and every single time, you laugh your ass off
“please don’t ride the carts, it’s not safe.”
y’all literally get SCOLDED by an employee once alex bumps into a crate of snapple juices
“ALEX. THEYRE GOING TO TAKE AWAY MY COSTCO CARD BECAUSE OF YOU.”
“i mean… is that really the worst thing in the world?”
“alex you don’t understand… costco is the holy land. it is the one institution keeping this country afloat. and you haven’t even had the pizza yet.”
you wander into the books section, where you find piles and piles ranging from sappy-gross-walmart-romances-with-half-naked-people-on-the-covers to booktok sensations
as you read through the synopsis of two books, debating which one to add to your never ending TBR pile back home, alex finds the giant display of flower bouquets
he takes his time sniffing them, analyzing each color, and feeling the petals to make sure they’re real and not plastic
a lot of the bouquets had already been taken and the leftovers consisted of broken stems, some wilted petals and empty spaces where it appeared that certain flowers had been taken
there was one bouquet that stood out to alex
small but pretty; a bunch of red-tipped yellow roses that, unbeknownst to alex, symbolized friendship and falling in love something he would learn a lot about during his trip here
he picked out the bouquet as you picked out a winner from your book debate
he presented them to you
“as a thank you for introducing me to the heart of corporate america.”
“you’re so sweet, i might cry and bottle the tears to sell for profit.”
you laughed as you walked to a register to pay
“ok now, if you think this pizza is bad, then our friendship is effectively ruined and you’ll be sleeping on the street the rest of the time you’re here.”
“WHY IS THIS SLICE SO FUCKING HUGE?”
“… america…”
the two of you sat in one of the small picnic table in the designated food court area at the entrance of the costco
alex was trying the pizza
“actually it’s not bad.”
“i’ll take that as a win.”
you guys laugh and talk so much while you eat, it takes you an hour to finish a single slice
once you finish your pizza, you continue talking on your way to your car and won’t shut up to even take a breath
the different topics are a rollercoaster of emotions, some more difficult to discuss than others, but for some reason, with alex, even the hardest of stories is easy to tell when he’s the one listening
by the end of the night, you’re on the couch, he’s on the floor sitting on a bunch of blankets and the tv is on, but no one is paying attention
the groceries sit on the dining table, waiting for a lull in conversation to finally be unpacked
the hours tick down, but only certain fairy and cold items actually make it into the fridge by the end of the night
“so whyd your last relationship end?”
the clock read 12:17 pm and neither of you were ready to go to sleep just yet, especially with the conversation now taking a much more serious, much more interesting turn at this late hour
“honestly… i think she was cheating on me.”
“NO”
“yeah… i never found out if she was, but she started dating some other guy really soon after we had broken up”
“im so sorry alex…”
“yeah…”
a worry that had slowly settled in your head was that alex maybe wasnt as comfortable telling you certain things and you felt like you were pressuring him, and he had to give in, considering he was staying in your home
but he felt no pressure. none at all.
in fact, he was more surprised at how easy it was to tell you all this stuff. and how much he wanted to tell you, but only you. he wanted to talk to you all the time and only stop if it meant he got to listen to you speak for hours on end.
after noticing your frown, he was quick to try and turn it upside down
“b-but don’t feel sorry for me! honestly, i think i was gonna break up with her anyways.”
“how come?”
he stayed silent at first, almost embarrassed that he was having such a cheesy thought but he knew you wouldn’t laugh, so he felt comfortable telling you
“she wasn’t… ‘the one’ you know? you know if you’re meant to be with someone for a long time and for a while, i didn’t feel like that with her… maybe that’s why i thought she was cheating on me. i needed more of a reason than just ‘she’s not the one’ to break up with her.”
you listened intensely
you’d never thought you’d hear alex, of all people, get so philosophical over the concept of “the one”
it was remarkable
“so… how do you know if someone is the one? is there a way to know, like, for sure that this person is the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with?”
once again, he sat in silence.
he pondered.
it was funny to see alex ponder.
he glanced around the room when he did. at the ceiling. at the tv. at you.
he stopped at you.
he stared at you.
and you at him.
as you awaited his answer, you examined the little features on his face. the ones that no video camera or phone facetime could ever do justice.
he had much better skin than you thought he would.
each little freckle reminded you of a star.
the little scar on his lip from when tiger scratched him on stream was a funny reminder of what it was like having a cat.
I ALSO HAVE A QUESTION! this is less about schlatt and more about your writing. i was wondering what your rules and limits are for requests? i was looking through your tags but I couldn’t find a list, and i just wanted to ask so i don’t request anything you don’t want to write. thank u!!!
OK SO– I do have to make a request page soon you are right! For now feel free to request whatever as long as it doesn't fall under–
pedophilia, beastiality, incest, smut.
Fair enough? I'll possible allude to smut (i.e. possibly waking up after a night for fluffy aftercare or something), but otherwise it's off the table when it comes to Schlatt. I am a smut writer, I'm comfortable writing it, I just don't believe it's right to write it about him. He is a real person with real boundaries, so if I ever begin writing about fictional characters feel free to request it (I doubt I will anytime soon however). Rule of thumb is essentially, if they are real life people then it's a no. And since I do write for IRL Schlatt and not a character he portrays, it'll be a definite no. Everything else is pretty self explanatory.
If your request doesn't fall under those categories but you're not sure I'll like it, feel free to send it in! Just please know that any and all asks or requests that I am uncomfortable with or not really interested in I will not do. I don't feel forced at all :) but at the same time please respect it if I don't do it. (Requests may take some time, depending on how many I have at the time or how much time I have to write at a given period.)
Hiya just wanna say your a fantastic writer and I can't wait for more off your stuff because your account is underrated af, continue writing king case your fab
thank you anon ahhhhhh, but no fr taking time out of your day to tell me this warms my heart so much! Hope you enjoyed today's update to the domesticated life withs schlatt series. <3
Not me legit thinking that he was born on September 10th😭😭
yeah same 😭, he spoke about it in a chuckle sandwich episode (the one with Quackity I believe) and yeahhhhh... It would be too much of a coincidence if he was born the day before the incident.
hola mi amigo, you wanna ask, I'll give you a lovey dovey ask, what happens when reader, later on in their marriage, found out she expecting and jschlatt and her try telling her in-laws, and they manage to, but at the expense of her getting hassled with snide comments. Maybe it can be an angst to fluff, idk, I like that drama
😩💅🍺
no one else matters ; (irl) schlatt x reader
– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six
summary : y/n is eating for two ! although she’s early on, schlatt is excited to tell his family of their to-be newest member… but they just can’t seem to bite their tongues.
info : rude family members, body shaming, heavy swearing, angst to fluff, cute nicknames, pregnant afab she/her reader.
a/n : i hope to god no one goes through my search history because someone is going to think i'm pregnant, it took so much research and ahhhh... hope you enjoy anon !
"They'll be over the moon about it so don't worry, but if anything happens come find me, alright? Stress can hurt the baby, but more importantly it can hurt you."
It was what her husband had been reiterating over and over since they had first agreed to come by for Christmas holidays, hosted of course by his family. By time the time to travel had arrived, she was just past her first trimester and visibly pregnant. Knowing his family and with the handful of times they had interacted, it wasn't always pretty, but knowing of how pushy they were about pregnancy beforehand she only wished for a civil two weeks.
The flight over had gone without a hitch, minus the glares Schlatt wouldn't be afraid to give anyone that he found mildly sketchy or got too close to them in general. Since having found out about the third member that would be forming their family, to say he's become overprotective would be a bit of an understatement. He attended every appointment with her doctor, and executed every order with conviction. You needed prenatal vitamins? He would stop streaming, or whatever he was doing, just to make sure you took them every day, no exceptions. There was a worry about not getting enough fruit or vegetables in your diet? He would sit there and (jokingly) make plane noises to try and feed you, which depending on the day can either make you bawl or laugh hysterically (no in-between).
Many late nights he was awoken to her soft whimpering, and a plea for whatever weird craving that seemed to have disrupted your sleep. He didn't mind getting it, no matter the hour, so long as she didn't try and get things on her own. No leaving the house alone, he know he wouldn't be able to live with himself should he lose both his beloved and his child. It was kept under drapes that she was pregnant for a handful of reasons, if in the situation that she falls victim to a miscarriage, having to explain that to other people would only dishearten the both of them. He was especially adamant about not telling anyone for the fact that if it got out, he didn't want his audience in particular to make their shitty comments and stress her out. Especially when she was more emotionally fragile, and that stress could lead to losing the baby.
But now, standing outside of his old family home, he gave her a reassuring smile and a gentle reminder. "We got this, you got this. I'm sure they'll be happy and all over you, so if you get overwhelmed you always have me." And with the ringing of the doorbell a scurry of different things could be heard from behind, until the door opened to reveal his parents. Smiles were exchanged, it was a bit of a blur to the smaller woman who kind of followed her husband around like a baby duck, the excess in hormones in her body did make her mind slightly fuzzier so it was hard to keep up with multiple different stimuli. And under a heavy winter coat no one even noticed the bulge of her stomach... Except they did.
"Y/n!" Her name was called, turning around she was met with a group of her female in-laws; and with sheepish smile she waved them hello. Before she could even utter out a greeting they had already spoken, "did you gain weight?" The impulsive question making heat rush to her cheeks, again, she opened her mouth to say something. "Ah, no, well actually I'm–..." "You know keeping in shape is an important duty of a wife, if you get too ugly it won't surprise me if you guys get divorced." They held the brightest smiles as if they were giving the most wholesome of advice, but a feeling of dread washed over her as she fought back the urge to cry.
She internally cursed knowing she was way more sensitive than she should be, and quickly looked behind her for reassurance. But Schlatt wasn't there, and with the crowd of relatives that she couldn't exactly recognize it only served to overwhelm her. Their words pierced her heart despite knowing how poorly his family was at wording what they meant; too ugly? So she was already uglier then they knew her to be, what if her pregnant body wasn't as attractive as Schlatt claimed it to be? What if he really hated how she looked? Was she really that unattractive? "You think so..?" She uttered out, "I mean I... He still thinks that I'm pretty even if–" "men lie all the time sweetheart, if you really want to keep him you should consider losing a few. Bloated doesn't look good on you." She sucked in her lower lip and suppressed her urge to bawl, they were probably right, and quietly nodded her head. She knew she'd been eating a lot, he must have thought of her as such a pig.
Yet across the room her husband was completely gushing about his gorgeous, pregnant wife; having already told his mother while his dad had taken their heavy bags to set aside. He was ready to show everyone the ultrasound picture of to-be newest member of the Schlatt family, it was evident from the smile and shine in his eyes that he thought nothing less of the woman he married. He was completely absorbed into conversation that he hadn't noticed the lack of her at his side, and when he leaned into ask for the photograph of their little bundle of joy; he was surprised to not find her where he was sure she stood.
Excusing himself, and being taller than majority of people it wasn't hard to spot her towards the entrance speaking with a group of his female relatives; he approached will a smile and expected her to have already told them. Out of everyone they should have been the happiest, he remembered damn correctly that they were the ones that were pressuring her into having a child just a handful of years back.
"...if you really want to keep him you should consider losing a few. Bloated doesn't look good on you." What? He had heard one of them, just a short distance away his wife turned away from him held her arms and was dreadfully silent. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice practically boomed above the ambient jumbled up sound of other conversations being held; the group themselves turning to him as well as a few close bystanders. His pretty girl looked at him with surprise and the most crestfallen look, she was on the verge of spilling into a puddle of tears, and he rushed to her side to make sure she wouldn't fall if that was the case.
"Oh! Yeah, just woman talk, you know? She got pudgy and we figured that we'd give our advice and–" "She doesn't need your advice. You've fucked with her head once, I'm not letting you do it again." "Oh, come on Jay, you're really telling me you want a fat, ugly wife?" His focus was upon his almost bawling wife until those last three words left the brunettes mouth; the group glowing with confidence until he turned his head to look at them. They all shrunk under his furious glare, arms wrapped around his smaller lover protectively, words spat with venom and repugnance. "Shut your fucking mouth bitch. Y/n will always be more of a beautiful woman than any of you will ever be. You were the fuckers that wanted her to have a child so bad, and the minute she's pregnant you say shit like that? Do you want us to lose the baby that bad?" Realization flashes their faces at the word pregnant, other members of the family had all taken to notice and begun to stare; their eyes feeling like harsh burns to the smaller woman even if she was shielded by most.
Schlatt had learned to feel her anxiety over time, and his face visibly softened when he felt her arms grip tighter onto his knitted sweater. He let out a soft huff, "we're leaving. You can tell Mom exactly what happened, I can't have Y/n stress out anymore." The room fell silent after everyone had watched the exchange, abashed and shameful looks upon those women's faces as he escorted his lover out. He quickly grabbed his coat and opened the door for his wife, slamming it behind him as the moment the pair were outside a breath of relief escaped him; the atmosphere in there he knew to be suffocating
"Sweetheart..." He began softly, he looked before him where his lover stood with her hands attempting to rub away tears. They had barely been in there for fifteen minutes. "Do you think I'm..." A soft hiccup briefly interrupted her, "...pretty?" A frown fell upon his features, as he rushed in to gently hold her, he didn't want to ask everything that they said as to not have her revisit it; but he knew it couldn't have been any good. He hushed her tears endearingly, letting her begin to cry into the corduroy of his jacket. "Y/n... Do you remember my wedding vows?" He could feel her shake her head no into the material of his jacket. "...I will forever love your smile, your laugh, your body, and you, no matter how imperfect you believe you are. Those were my exact words, I remember them because I mean them. You'll always be so enchanting in my eyes, because you're not just a beautiful face. You're my wonderful wife, you're a damn funny woman, you care about me more than anyone else on this shitty planet, and you'll make for an incredible mother to our child."
He held her close to protect her from the cold, he could feel her gentle smile against his chest, a gentle snow beginning to fall around them. "We don't have to be here, we still have some of our stuff in the car. I'll get us a nice hotel for the night and we can order in whatever you're feeling. How does that sound?" She pulled her head away and seeing that redness around her eyes strained at his heart, he never liked to see his darling cry. "But... But what about your–..." "They can shove their feelings or remarks right back up their ass. No one else matters but my wife and our child, and seeing you so distraught isn't good for all three of us. As much as I know my cousins mean well what they said was fucked, if I see the, again tonight I'm going to end up in a fight. I'm sure their husbands won't be happy with their wives loosing a couple teeth, huh toots?" She let out an almost inaudible chuckle, despite it all and despite how her emotions have been in full swing, nothing made her more centred or relaxed than her husband. He had her glued to his side as they made it to the car, opening the passenger side of the rented out Tesla and kissing her forehead before letting her inside.
He did live up to his promise by finding a luxury hotel closer to the city that offered twenty-four hour room service, and he made sure to share a piece of cake with his lover. Assuring her to eat what she wanted, and that he'd love her no matter what.
