- schlattxreader short drabble thing [fluff and tension ish] -
Schlatt is your favorite person, and you generally don't like anyone. When you do tho... you get a little obsessive. Nothing too crazy. Just fantasizing about him day, night, morning, evening, in the bedroom, upside down- i mean - totally pg things.
"God - I'm - fuck," you breathed out heavily, wiping sweat from your brow. Exhausted is what you were. This was your second walk of the day, and it was so hot outside. Just like someone you knew...
wanna grab dinner? im like 10 mins from your apartment, recorded something earlier and stayed in town. it's on me
You gasped a little. Not with surprise, but breathless excitement. Schlatt? Taking you out? He must be in a really good mood.
[ sure, what's the special occasion? ]--
i'm not an asshole all the time. 6:30 work for that soul food place you like?
[ ok it's actually supposed to be southern cooking but close enough. yeah i'll see u then <3 ]--
Your hand quivered while you typed. He was so attractive - like ridiculously hot. AND he was funny? God, that'll do it. You walked back to your apartment to get ready, deciding you'd wear something comfy to see your favorite guy.
A shower and your best perfume later, here you were. "Sam's Smokehouse," a favorite restaurant of yours among the many in New York. You carefully and sweetly walked into the entry/breezeway of the restaurant only to find Jay sitting at the bar. He looked like he was on his phone waiting for you - but from here you couldn't tell. You accidentally licked your lips in thought of him, savoring the comforting, but tense images your brain conjured. You up against a wall. His body pressing into you. How tall he is compared to you. How handsome he is. Schlatt was a hot guy, sure, but everyone wanted him. Like everyone. You'd never met someone who knew him who didn't think he could be good boyfriend material. You had a slim shot realistically.
Your eyes fluttered while you made your way to the bar, getting ready to put on your best calm show to be with your bff for a nice dinner. You swallowed hard as you came up behind him, a hand gingerly crawling up onto his left shoulder, your chin on his right. "Hi Jay."
"Shit- fuck, you scared me," he said breathlessly, instantly turning his phone off and placing it face down on the bar top. "Hi toots." his cheeks were a little pink, giving away the fact he had a drink before you got here. even before the whiskey glass near him did.
"So... you never answered my question." you gently messed with your hair as you slid yourself up into the hightop bar stool. "Is there a special occasion?"
He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Does there need to be? Can't i be a gentleman with no rhyme or reason?"
"Jay," you sighed lovingly, tilting your head to the side. "Everything you do has a reason. C'mon, did something good happen? Mets make it big at some game? Stocks up? Your dad get a sportscar? There has to be something!" your smile was infectious. His cheeks grew ever so slightly more pink as they scrunched up slightly, smirking at your ramble.
"Just like being with my girl." he tilted his head down slightly, eyes locked onto yours, raising his glass up slightly before knocking it back. He looked back at you hungrily.. and not the kind food can fix.
Your breath hitched slightly. Was he drunk already? How many whiskeys did he have before you got here? Was... was he sober? Your brow furrowed in thought.
"You look good. I like that tanktop." he gestured towards your slightly bare shoulder, almost touching it, but quickly covering up his almost-mistake.
Your eyes glimmered. "You're drunk."
"I'm 4 ounces of whiskey in, toots. Nice try though." he smiled with low eyes, looking you up and down. "You got more tan. Been spending time outside?"
"I like walking, yes." you sighed with a small smile, glancing at the menu. God was he sexy. "I'm not a fake tan girl. Not my style," you shook your head.
He smoothly scooted his barstool closer to you - and suddenly his warm, large hand was in the small of your back, thumb lovingly rubbing side to side. "'S fine. You're pretty no matter what. Don't need that fake shit." He tilted his head and looked at your menu with you.
Chills went up your spine, your jaw falling slightly agape as you gently gasped, just loud enough for him to unfortunately here.
"Tsk, sensitive much?" He chuckled. He towered over you even while sitting.
You began to quiver slightly, legs pressed together tightly while your throat tightened. "What.. Jay," you looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy. He looked so good. The dim mood lighting at the bar complimented him well.
"What?" for a brief moment you saw worry flash across his eyes, immediately being hidden by his unfaltering confidence.
You looked him up and down. He bent down a little to meet you face to face. His eyes were low, and looked sweet.
"I.. I don't know." you answered hoarsely. Right now nothing else mattered to you. Not the bartender awkwardly staring, the lady beside you whispering, or how clammy your hands grew. His nose momentarily brushed against yours.
"Now, go ahead and decide what you want. Remember I'm picking up the check. Please, for fucks sake, don't get a salad." he smiled, leaning back up and taking his hand back to motion for another glass of whiskey.
Your eyes crept up to his. A knowing glance was exchanged, one that you read about in cringey romance novels or amateur fanfics you find on tumblr. You knew. He knew you knew. You knew that he knew that you knew, what, exactly?
What you wanted.
hiii friends :) back for a drabbleish thingy in the midst of all my crazy stuff. i hope it's ok!! ive missed writing and missed you guys more!!! holla at me i miss u guys sm. excuse any typos ok ilybye
