#jschlatt x reader

[schlattkisser]

waiter, waiter!! a bite of bicep please

[dwellstar]

one night only

as a fan of schlatt's, you're ecstatic when your friends' friend gets you into the after party of his live show!

as a fan of schlatt's, you're almost shell shocked when he sits next to you and chats you up all night long.

as a fan of schlatt's, you can't believe the connection that builds after that night.

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my first ever multi-chapter fic to celebrate my one year anniversary!

chapter one will drop TOMORROW NIGHT (7pm US CT) on tumblr and ao3 so if you're interested, keep your eyes peeled on your timeline. ;)

[mitchskiii]

𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚! Chapter 02

𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ n/a for this chapter

WC - 2.3k ish

Gif credit - @notschlatt

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Okay, look maybe Texas isn't so awful. $2.29 for gas? This is insane. No wonder everyone decided to move here. Yeah, the heat is suffocating but gas prices!

I have a love hate relationship with moving/unpacking. The idea is fun and 20-30 mins in is fun...after that it feels like treading in water. Exhausting, but the end is rewarding.

In a couple of hours I had finished my living room and cleaned all of my dishes. I had placed them in the following cabinet as well as the silverware.

My living room had a cream colored L-shapes couch. Underneath laid a circular rug with opposite colored cats curling around eachother. The man who drove our uhal was nice enough to help Ted unload the heavier stuff mattress, cough, some of the furniture that was too big to take apart.

My tv still had the start screen for StardewValley waiting for me to come back and play. It was teasing me while I cleaned and organized the rest of the room.

The tv stand was below that held books, switch games, movies (yes on dvd). Beside was a long shelf that consisted of the same items.

I decided enough was enough. Maybe I'd wait til Ted got home and he could help me unload more. Until then I was going to relax. I walked into my bedroom down the hall. Fuck. My bedroom was bare with packed boxes inside. And so was the restroom.

How am I supposed to relax in my room if I don't have anything set up. I groan excessively loud. I don't want to unpack more... Standing in my doorway I pondered my options. I was running on fumes.

If I did it now, it would be done. Out of the way. I could sleep in my actual space tonight on a real bed, with real blankets, not a sad mattress on the floor like some divorced dad.

Or... I could procrastinate like a normal human and chill in the living room.

Option one it was. Unfortunately. The idea of crawling into bed, with a bare room made my skin crawl. Moving was already stretching enough adjusting to a new home that doesn't quite feel like its your own.

I grabbed an energy drink ted and i had ordered from the boba shop. I need a little extra pep in my step(heart palpitations) before I threw my self back in. I took the deepest breath my lungs could manage and trudged back into the chaos.

Building furniture should count as a form of cardio, by the way. No one tells you that when you buy "easy assembly" bedframes. Forty-five screws, a handful of bolts, and at least three arguments with myself later, I finally stood over my fully constructed bed, sweaty, dusty, and spiritually destroyed.

I moved into the bathroom, unloading my supplies from my suitcase. Soaps, shampoo, hair products, hair tools, etc. rearranging each item to my liking.

My dresser, thank god, was already built and hauled into my room on the far side of the wall. I loaded clothes refolded into the drawers, knocking each box of the list. Throwing them into the living room.

By the end of it, I was dead. Not literally. But close. Very close. I'm sure the blury figure in-front of me was the Grim Reaper and not a pile of trash...eh he can take me if he wants.

I collapsed sideways onto the mattress, arms sprawled out, letting the room wobble around me. Coco jumped up beside me and immediately face‑planted into my stomach as if to say, same. Like she helped, just jumped into boxes i was trying to clean out.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

My phone buzzed against the blanket.

"Probably Ted," I muttered, dragging a hand across my face. I reached over, grabbed the phone, and let Face ID scan me

Ted stood in the doorway awkwardly before he noticed the other side of the apartment. It was unpacked completely.

"Holy shit Dew! It looks great. You did all of this?"

"Thanks. Just don't look to your left. I haven't touched the kitchen. Other than dishes." I stretched my arms out "trying" to hide the mess behind me.

He chuckled, but something about the way he shifted on his feet made me pause. He was holding something behind his back.

"Uh... what's that?" I asked, suspicious.

Ted forced a casual grin. "Oh, nothing. Just... uh, a little something I grabbed on my way over." He stepped forward, revealing a cake box in one hand and a handful of colorful balloons in the other. My stomach flipped.

"Wait. Is... is that—?"

He held up the balloons and the box, trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably. "Maybe. Kinda. Sort of. Don't freak out, it's nothing... totally normal. Not your surprise cake for a surprise party that is at your apartment.”

I stared at him, caught between confusion and curiosity. "Ted... are you serious?"

He avoided my gaze for a second, fiddling with the strings of the balloons like a guilty kid. "Yeah. Totally... normal. Just... some decorations. For... um... nothing."

"Why are you being so weird?" I asked. "You know what, never mind. I'll let you do your... whatever this is. I'm gonna DoorDash food and take a shower. Send me your order if you're staying."

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

I dug through my clothes to find the comfiest pj/lounge set.

I settled for a brown and cream stripped matching long sleeve and loose low waisted pants. I grabbed some ankle length fuzzy socks and headed into my finished bathroom.

After my shower I wrapped my hair into a grey towel to keep the water from getting on my clothes. I pulled the long sleeve over my head and the pants over my legs. My freshly shaved legs mixed with the lotion on top and clean clothes rejuvenated my soul. I felt amazing. All the dust from the boxes and dirt that blew on me.

I started at my face in the mirror. Stopping every once in a while to continue my skin care. I think my face is clearing up? I mixed my moisturizer and snail mucex I applied it thoroughly on my face and neck before drying my hands.

Coco was sprawled out on my bed, specifically on my heated blanket. She was going to hate when I moved her later tonight.

I checked the updates on my phone for my order. They were currently on the way. Perfect timing.

"Ted!" I yelled. "Food is almost here."

I focused my attention back onto Coco. She looked soooo cute. Every-time I see her alone I think about buying another cat.

(Imagine the kitty on the bed :) )

Ted and I sat on the couch together. Our bowls from a local Asian restaurant sat in our laps. The vampire Diaries played in the background. Every couple of minutes Ted would ask me questions concerning the show like "Is she ever going to get with Damon?" "Wait Bonnie is mad at Elena for that?" Silly questions that proved my point he would like it.

Knock knock.

"You should get that." He proposed. I sat my bowl down next to him and got up.

I looked through the peep hole. No way. I swung open the door.

"Holy shit! Hey guys." I swear I tried to hug everyone at once; Apandah, Aztrosist (Eliza L.), and Mikasacus (Michael Alexander Sacus) , Crankgameplays (Ethan Nestor).

"Dewyyy!" They all yelled in unison.

I looked back at Ted, the smile on his face was proving my theory that he had coordinated the entire thing. He finally stood up and joined us in the kitchen.

Eliza sat the bouquet of flowers down on the table. Mika sat down a basket of snacks. Panda sat a bag from bath and bodyworks down and a bottle of Hypnotiq.

Schlatt didn't bring anything. "Sorry Dewy I didn't bring anything but," he pulled the backpack of his shoulder and there was, "I did bring Jambo."

I squealed in disbelief. "JAMBO IN THE FLESH. Oh my goodness he is so freakin cuteee! You have to let Coco meet him."

"Uhh I heard there was going to be cake." Panda chimed in.

Ted held up the white box, "Right here. Who wants a slice."

"More like who wants shots?" Jschlatt said. He pulled a bottle out of nowhere. Of course.

After we all grabbed our snacks and drinks, we migrated to the living room. Squeezing past each other. A few “my spot!” Call outs.

"If anyone spills something on my rug, I'm fighting," I warned, watching Panda nearly trip over the rug with a jack n coke in hand.

"It builds character," he replied, already sinking onto the floor next to Ethan and Eliza.

"No it does not," I shot back.

Ted and Schlatt claimed the couch like they'd earned it in battle.

"Best seats in the house," Ted announced, stretching out.

"Says who?" Eliza scoffed.

"Says the people actually sitting in them and not the floor," Schlatt added.

I rolled my eyes and dropped down on the floor beside Ethan. "I swear, you are all children."

Ethan grinned. "Aw but you know you missed us!”

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I muttered.

After a couple of hours the floor was scattered with card from the game we were currently playing. Tv playing softly in the background. Unfinished and finished plates with cake slices. A half empty bowel of pretzels Panda had laid out for us.

I was a few beers in and a couple more shots from being non-functional. So was everyone else, though.

"Okayokay one more round. THEN we'll play Change." Eliza pitched.

(Change is an improve game. A couple of players [usually two] will stand in-front. The group who aren't participating will give a topic. 'Shopping with your mom'. The two players will act the scene out. Throughout their turn the waiting players can call out 'CHANGE' which forces the player to redo their action.)

Schlatt leaned into the couch, "Alright, new card," he announced, flipping it over. He snorted the second he read it.

Ted sat up. "Read it, coward."

Schlatt read it out loud:

"The reason I'm banned from family gatherings is ____."

There was a moment of pure silence, everyone studying their own cards.

"Oh my god, this is perfect.” I laughed.

"Perfect," Panda grinned. "I've been preparing for a card like all night."

“Man I dont have shit.” Mika flipped her cards over.

Everyone still searching through their white cards.

"I don't like how confident you all look," Ethan muttered, stress-shuffling his cards. "I think I'm out this round. He threw his card in.

The rest of us tossed them in. Schlatt mixed them up sloppily.

"Alright," he said, eyes shining. "Let's ruin Thanksgiving." He flipped the first card." The reason I'm banned from family gatherings is... bringing my situationship as my plus one."

“Something Ive done too many times.” Ted sighed.

Schlatt flipped the next.

"... aggressively oversharing my sex life with the elderly."

Eliza fell over. "NOT GRANDMA。"

"I'm educating her," Panda defended, of course it was his card.

"YOU ARE NOT HER TEACHER," she yelled back.

Next card.

"... trying to unionize the toddlers."

There was a pause.

"CHILD LABOR," Ethan yelled. Definitely his card. Who else would be excited about child labor.

Schlatt wiped his eyes. "Okay, revolutionary baby propaganda is strong." He grabbed the next one, read it, and just stared. "...oh no."

"What?" I demanded.

He showed us:

"... getting caught underneath the table.”

"Who is getting freaky while its turkey day???"

"That is FOUL," I shouted.

"Eliza probably wrote that," Panda accused.

"We can go in the kitchen," she joked.

Schlatt lifted the final card, already knowing it was cursed. He read it silently, then laughed so hard he had to put his head on the table.

"Read it," we yelled.

He turned it around: "... telling my aunt her husband deserved better head."

I was fully crying laughing, because I recalled a moment something like that had actually happened.

"Dewy, you are not funny.” Schlatt groaned.

“I am what do you mean? Its a true story.” I choked out, still holding in my laughs.

Everyone else was chuckling at the card and relation to my reaction.

“All of your cards suck. But i like child labor. Ethan you win.”

“Yay, child labor!” Ethan snatched his black card from schlatt.

Schlatt stared at me, baffled, then burst out laughing again. "You're never meeting my family. Ever."

"Bold of you to assume I wanted to," I fired back.

We scooted the cards to the side to create an open space.

"Now time for CHANGE! Okay Dewy and Schlatt go up." Mika ordered

I groaned loudly, "WAITTTTT let me get another shot. I'm gonna need another standing next to stinky schlatt."

Ethan adjusted his leg, giving me room to stand up and head to the kitchen. The conversation grew quiet as my feet carried me away. Finally being alone after a couple of hours hit me like a truck. I rested my weight on the counter as I took a couple of deep breaths.

I missed everyone. I missed having fun and playing games. I just can't forget that I was gone for so long.

I was just in a rough spot. This is the first time I have seen them since I went mia(other than discord calls).

"Hey stranger."

[mitchskiii]

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪…. Chapter 01

𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ Alonica Lany , Cowboy in LA Lany

WC - 1.5k

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I think I already hate Texas. It's been less than an hour since I pulled into the outskirts of Austin, and I swear the state is trying to give me a heat stroke. What a warm welcoming. The heat blasts through the car window like a giant hair dryer set to hell. My skin is prickling, my clothes are sticking to me, and I'm about two minutes from melting straight into the seat. Even the ac wasn’t enough to keep me cool.

"Fuck," I muttered, squinting at the shimmering pavement ahead of us. Even l the trees look dehydrated.

"You think it's too late to head back to LA?" I asked, pushing my sunglasses up just so they wouldn't slide off my sweaty face again. I scanned the horizon dry grass, sunburnt signs, heat waves rising like the whole city was on a stove. "It's fucking hot, Ted."

He didn't answer right away, which I took as a sign that he was also reconsidering every choice that had led us here. Of all places the group wanted to move, Texas? I cracked the window for air, instantly regretted it when a wall of scorching wind wiplashed me, and rolled it back up.

If this was Texas welcoming me, it was doing a terrible job. I hate Texas and I officially hate summer.

"Yea, it's pretty bad...but hey think Texas isn't so bad. Lots of opportunities! And everyone lives here. We're all going to be connected again."

"Are you the only one helping me move in?"

"Yeah, mostly everyone else had previously plans." DING. DING. Ted leaned back into the drivers seat before he pulled his phone from his front pocket.

"Maybe no texting and driving?" I chuckled, pretending like my life wasn’t the only thing on the line but my entire life packed away into the boxes behind me.

His gaze shifted between the road and his phone. "No worriesss Dewy." His brows furrowed at the screen below him. "Hey looks like theres a good boba place up ahead. Wanna stop and grab a drink before we break our backs?" He shook his phone back in-forth infront of me.

"Duh."

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Ted opened the clear glass door for me. The smell of brown sugar and scented candles flooded my nose. The cream colored walls coordinated with the wood accents. The greenery fit into nooks of the walls and shelves. It looked more like a bakery than a regular boba shop.

"Helloooo this is so freaky cute! Ted how did you find this place?"

"Have you heard of this really cool app called Google." He mocked me.

"Oh whatever." I rolled my eyes. I could stay annoyed at him when the cozy vibes of the store filled around me.

Ted and I found a table near the window after we both ordered. We scooted close while we waited. It had been a couple of years since I had seen him.

Most of my friends, Ted included, had packed up and moved to the bigger, louder parts of Texas months before I ever thought about leaving LA. The plan, or at least the plan they had, was to spend a year together making content, doing collabs, filming projects that felt "next level." I never really got the full breakdown of it all; when you disappear for a while, people stop looping you in. And honestly... I didn't blame them. I'd been out of touch so long that the details were fuzzy. But I was here now.

While I was in LA, I could feel myself drifting. Not intentionally of course. First , it was just forgetting to text back, then it was dodging calls, making excuses that I couldn't join live streams and finally I was a ghost. I putting distance between me and the people who used to be my life. The weight of everything I was trying to figure out only made the gap wider. My decisions, the pressure to find some kind of direction, the constant fear of disappointing people... it all drowned me little by little. Everyone else seemed content with creating videos, streaming, and living comfortably off the money they'd already made. And good for them really. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I was supposed to be doing something more. Streaming was always a side hustle to me, not the dream. I wanted to build something lasting—use my art, my writing, my creativity as more than just a hobby between uploads.

So I tried. I tried everything. I cast every reel I could in LA, sent out portfolios, emailed companies who probably never read the message past the subject line. I kept thinking this one might be it, but nothing ever bit. It felt like I was fishing in an ocean with no fish, holding onto a rod I wasn't even sure how to use anymore.

And the silence that followed every rejection? That was the part that hurt the most. It made me wonder if I'd been wrong about myself the whole time.

Ted coughed awkwardly. "Sooooo. How do you feel about seeing Jared(schlatt) again?"

"What??"

"You know...since you drunk called him a few months ago."

"OH MY GOOOOOO- I forgot," I sighed, "fuck that was so embarrassing. You're making it seem like I called him first. He was like my last choice. No one else was picking up. I was SAD okay." I slumped in my chair.

"Yeah it was kind of embarrassing."

"Fuck you." We both laughed. "I can't believe you brought that up."

Ted leaned in like he was about to tell me his ssn, "you know he ended his stream for you?"

"More like I spammed him with messages and forced him to end it. Prolly thought I was dying."

FLASHBACK

I was sprawled out on my bed. My sippy cup filled with hard liquor in one hand and what might as well been a bomb in the other aka my phone. I was scrolling through my contacts list, trying to find someone to relieve my loneliness. Someone to rant to about the rejection email I had gotten earlier today. Scroll, scroll, until I saw his name.

Schlatt...he wouldn’t judge me. Hell , I don’t even think he’d pick up. I pressed his name over and over until he finally did. I had no shame, mostly because of the wine that I was sure I had more in my body than water.

"What?" His voice was laced with confusion. The kind that made my stomach twist with immediate guilt…because now it wad weird. We weren’t friends. More of associates.

"You sound mad," I said, my words small and pathetic. "What did I do?" I whinned, with a more playful tone hoping to hide my embarrassment.

"I was streaming," he replied flatly.

"Oh..." I hiccuped, flopping onto my bed. "I didn't mean to— I just... I needed someone to talk to."

“You okay, Dew?”

“Yea,” I drew the last syllable out, “just…I don’t know.” I heard clicking followed by a few muffled words.

“Is this about not finding work?”

“Yea, it’s kind of embarrassing Schlatt. Everyone else is doing their own thing. Making money, satisfied, content. Im none of that.” My head found the pillow, soon I’d be out like a light.

“Dewy, you know what you want and what we do are different. Our job is easy. We sign up, click record and go. You’re doing something we aren’t. Your path is different. Our paths are going to take different routes, yours just happens to be a lot longer.”

END FLASHBACK

Ted shrugged him shoulders "It's okay he probably forgot anyways."

The waitress dropped our drinks off at our table, quietly, trying not to disturb us.

"So why Texas? Of all places to do videos?"

"I'm not sure. I think it was more of an excuse just to have everyone be closer again. And everyone hates LA now."

"You think it will be weird to have me back?" I asked somely.

"Dewy I think you're overthinking a lot. You went mia for personal reasons and now you're back. Nothing more than that."

With that we picked up our to-go drinks and got back in the car. The U-Haul didn't wait on us, so it was best we wouldn't waste more time.

3 hours later *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Ted and I stood proudly in the middle of the living room, hands on our hips like we'd just conquered something monumental. And honestly? We did. In less than three hours we'd hauled every single box out of the UHAUL, up the stairs, and into my new apartment. The place still smelled like fresh paint, but to me it was perfect, a fresh start. A mess of cardboard, bubble wrap, and half-built IKEA furniture, but mine.

"I feel like we should get a trophy," Ted said, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Or at least a sticker. Or a beer.”

"Definitely a beer," I said, though my arms felt like noodles. I stepped over a stack of books and a box labeled 'DEWY'S' in Ted's handwriting, making my way toward the bathroom to wash the dust, dirt, sweat, off my hands.

The moment I pushed the door open, there was a sudden scramble of claws on tile. Coco shot out like a tiny brown rocket, her fluffy ears bouncing as she skidded across the polished floor. She slid a full five feet before regaining control, paws splayed, eyes wide with fright.

"Oh my god," I laughed, crouching down as she scrambled back toward me. "Baby, its okay!”

Ted leaned against the doorframe, hands on his knees as he caught his breath from laughing.

I scooped her up, her warm little body wiggling in my arms as she tried to lick my face in relief. "Welcome home, Coco," I whispered into her fur.

Ted grinned. "She'll adjust. You both will."

I believed him, because this time it would be different.

"Damn I think this is nicer than what I had in LA."

"Yeah and probably for the same amount. Okay, well I have some things I need to do." He grabbed his wallet and keys from the bar.

"You're staying tonight right?"

"Yeah. I'll be back Dew." Coco and I waved him goodbye. "Looks like it's just us."

[mitchskiii]

Chapter Three. Sweets & Treats 🍭

Angst at the end / comfort / new beginnings / schlatt loves donuts / mature themes / starting over / schlatt finds himself / short story / baker to doctor / medical school / baking / youtuber schlatt / you are the oc / schlatt is a sweetie pie

Start at the beginning

𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓽 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The sun burned through my windows and unfortunately, through the shitty blackout curtains. If you could even call them that. I stared at the ceiling, annoyed before the day had even properly started.

Another day. Another nothing.

I checked the time on my phone, yesterday replaying itself in pieces I hadn't asked for. Momo. That girl. The bakery.

Shit.

2:15.

I groaned. I'd slept in, completely forgetting I'd actually made plans. Rare enough that missing them felt worse than usual. I jumped out of bed and pulled on something presentable so I wouldn't look like a total bum. Even though I kind of was one. A rich one, sure, but still a bum.

Black crewneck. Black shorts. Deodorant non-negotiable.

Wallet and keys were waiting on the kitchen counter. I grabbed them and was out the door before I could overthink it.

The city felt sluggish as I walked, everything slightly worn down, like it hadn't bothered to try that hard today. The bakery came into view run-down in that way that felt more honest than polished. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out.

Ted: hey man wyd today

I stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary, then locked my phone and shoved it back into the darkness of my shorts. Not because I didn't like Ted. Just because answering meant explaining and I didn't really know what I was doing, let alone how to put it into words.

I kept walking.

I wasn't unhappy. That was the weird part. Just... floating. Too much free time, too many options, and none of them sticking long enough to feel real. No job. No schedule. Plenty of money and nowhere in particular to put myself.

The bakery door was coming up fast.

The bell announced my entrance, and there she stood behind the counter her light pink hair styled the same way as yesterday, her face dusted with powder, smiling wider than anyone I'd ever seen.

"Oh hey, Jonathan. You're late, by the way."

I sighed. "I know. I can still help out though, right?"

She nodded. "Give me one second. Let me clean up and we can go."

"No, don't remember, we're wasting time," I mocked.

She shook her head, untied her apron from behind, and hung it on a hook before calling out to Momo that she'd be back.

"Shit. I walked here," I confessed.

She laughed—really laughed. Loud enough that I swear you could hear it from down the block. She was like a bright light, something you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. Like the sun.

She was the sun.

It was like my head took over on its own. What am I saying?

"Don't worry, hobo. I've got one." She shook her keys in front of me, dangling them like candy in front of a kid, showing them exactly what they didn't have.

I rolled my eyes but followed behind her anyway.

"So where are we going?"

"Uhhh... good question." She thought for a moment. "Maybe let's start with the exterior. It's kinda gloomy. We want something that pulls people in. Like a thumbnail."

"You know, that's actually a good idea. But you're weird for comparing a bakery to YouTube, by the way."

She shrugged. "It works."

And then it hit me.

She had no idea who I was.

Why would she?

To her, I wasn't that Jonathan. I wasn't a name on a screen or a voice through headphones. I was just some guy who was late and didn't even have a car.

She unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel absentmindedly while I climbed in beside her. The inside of the car smelled faintly like vanilla and something citrusy probably from the bakery, probably from her.

"So," she said, buckling her seatbelt. "Any big ideas, mysterious late guy?"

I opened my mouth, then stopped. For once, there was no script. No edit. No pause button.

"Yeah," I said finally. "Actually... I think I do."

And as she smiled at me, like I'd just said something worth hearing I realized this might be the first time in a long while that being unknown didn't feel like a bad thing at all.

𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Schlatt and I pulled into what looked like a hardware store. Before we'd even taken off, I'd shown him a couple of ideas of what I wanted to turn everything into. We talked about the exterior and how we couldn't really rebuild it because of the stories above, but we could cover it up. Like wallpaper. Just... sturdier.

I wasn't really sure any of it would work. But he said he could make it come to life.

And honestly, he was the only start I had. So I trusted him.

Inside, he dragged me through the aisles, talking nonstop about planks, baseboards, nails stuff I had absolutely no knowledge of. I just nodded along, trying to keep up while he compared textures and thicknesses like it actually mattered. Which, I guess, it did.

By the time we left, we were each carrying two big baskets. Before I could even look at the price, he swiped his card like it was nothing.

I froze for a second.

All I could think about was why he was helping me...

and how the hell he had so much damn money.

I glanced over at him as we stepped outside, sunlight catching his face like he hadn't just dropped what was probably a month's rent without blinking.

"Hey," I started, then stopped.

He looked at me. "What?"

I hesitated. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

He shrugged, already adjusting his grip on the baskets. "Yeah. I did."

That didn't answer anything at all. And somehow, it made me even more curious.

~

The ride back to the bakery was calm. We talked about anything and nothing, really. I tried hinting a few times about what he did for work. He said he hadn't just been born into a life of money, but I couldn't quite believe him.

I didn't push, though. I knew I had my own fair share of secrets.

I told him about med school and how I'd moved back only two nights ago. When he asked about my mom, I kept Vinnie out of the conversation. He didn't push either.

When we got back, we pulled the bags from the trunk and carried them inside. Schlatt had offered to pick up the boards later.

"So, I'll be here tomorrow and start on the exterior," he said. "What time do you open? Or I could come earlier."

Before I could answer, Momo spoke up. "Anytime after five, dear. I'll have your coffee and donut ready for you."

She stepped closer to him. "Thank you for helping out."

They whispered a few things to each other, just out of my earshot. I caught a glimpse of his smile, softer than before, before he finally said his goodbyes.

I watched him leave, the bell chiming behind him.

~

Momo and I sat across from each other at dinner. I'd thought it would be nice to take her out, even if it was with what little money I had.

"How do you know Jonathan so well?" I asked.

She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "At first, I didn't know him at all. He was just a customer. Came in almost every day. Sometimes he wouldn't order much just sit there and stare out the window." She paused. "People who do that are usually waiting for something. Or avoiding it."

I leaned in slightly.

"He looked lost," she continued. "Lonely. So I talked to him. Not prying just enough to let him know someone noticed. I told him he'd be okay. That if he ever needed to talk, I was there." Her fingers tightened around her glass. "I asked if he had anyone else."

The waiter came by then. I ordered quickly, distracted, my mind still fixed on her words.

"One night," Momo said once he was gone, "I found him outside the bakery. It was late." She glanced at me.

I opened my mouth, but she went on before I could ask.

"He didn't feel like he had a purpose," she said gently. "Not then. He reminded me of you. Of how you were when Vinnie was still with us." Her voice softened. "But Jonathan's story isn't mine to tell."

She reached across the table and gave my hand a small squeeze. "What matters is this: he came back. Again and again. People don't do that unless they're trying to find their way."

She sat back, conversation closed but meaning heavy between us.

[evitttaa]

Loud

Inspired by that one edit- the baseball player you met through the film student (ted) you bumped into at a party. Female pov (Chuckleish sandwich college au)

“Come on! Come out! You wouldn’t regret it!” Ted shouted as he stood in your dorm doorway.

“But.. I just.. ugh!” You groaned, falling back onto your twin sized bed.

“I have to like.. get ready, get a top out—”

“I don’t care! You’re coming.” He groaned, coming down to the end of your bed where your feet hung off, grabbing your ankles and gently pulling them.

“Fine!”

—

You were walking into the party, Ted by your side. The music blaring, some 2010s rap song, the lights off, replaced with some cheap multicoloured LED lights that threw shifting colours across the walls and the sticky floor. The air already smelled like cheap beer, perfume, and too many bodies packed into a house that wasn’t meant to hold this many people.

“My friend, Johnathan, he’s coming today. You’ll love him. He’s great.”

“Would I? Or would I just like him because he’s your friend?”

He shrugged, walking on like the answer didn’t matter.

The living room was packed. People were shouting over the music, red cups everywhere, someone already dancing on a coffee table that looked like it was one bad step away from collapsing. Ted steered you through the crowd with a hand on your shoulder, nodding at people he knew, stopping every few seconds to clap someone on the back or lean in to yell something you couldn’t hear.

You were still half-annoyed you’d let him drag you out when he suddenly lifted a hand and called out.

“Johnny! Over here!”

A tall guy near the kitchen doorway turned.

He was easy to spot even in the low, coloured light — broad shoulders, a navy blue Yankee cap, a simple black t-shirt that fit like it had been washed a hundred times. He had the kind of posture that made it obvious he spent most of his time moving, not sitting. When he saw Ted he grinned, the expression quick and genuine, and started cutting through the crowd toward you both.

Up close he was even taller. Dark eyes, a bit of stubble, the easy confidence of someone who was used to being noticed without trying.

“Ted,” he said, pulling your friend into a one-armed hug and clapping him hard on the back. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“I always show. Eventually.” Ted pulled back and gestured at you. “This is Y/N. She’s the one I keep telling you about. The one who actually understands my film projects instead of just nodding.”

Johnathan’s gaze shifted to you. It was steady, curious, a little amused.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was lower than you expected, a little rough around the edges from talking over music all night. “Nice to finally put a face to the name. Ted makes it sound like you’re the only person on campus who can stand him for more than ten minutes.”

You felt the corner of your mouth lift despite yourself.

“That’s not far from the truth,” you said.

He laughed, short, real and the sound cut through the noise of the party better than it should have.

Ted was already getting pulled into another conversation by someone with a camera around their neck. He waved a hand vaguely between you and Johnathan like he was introducing two people who could handle themselves, then disappeared into the crowd.

Just like that, it was the two of you.

Johnathan tilted his head slightly, studying you under the shifting pink and blue lights.

“So,” he said, “film student friend of Ted’s. What’s your actual major, or are you stuck in the same chaotic editing caves he lives in?”

The music thumped on. Someone behind you spilled a drink and cursed. The cheap LED lights kept cycling through colours, painting the side of his face in brief flashes of green, then purple, then red.

You answered him, and he listened like he actually cared what you said.

And for the first time since Ted had dragged you out of your dorm, you didn’t completely regret coming.

You naturally drift up near the kitchen first, because that was where the drinks were.

Obviously.

Johnathan poured something into two red cups without asking what you wanted, then handed one to you with a small shrug.

“It’s whatever’s left in the fridge. Don’t expect it to taste good.”

It didn’t. It was cold and vaguely fruity and burned a little on the way down. You made a face. He laughed under his breath, the sound almost lost under the music, and took a sip of his own.

The conversation stayed easy. He asked about your classes, about how you actually met Ted, about why you’d let yourself get dragged to a party you clearly hadn’t planned on attending.

You told him the truth, that Ted was impossible to say no to once he started pulling on your ankles like a child. Johnathan grinned like he could picture it perfectly.

“Sounds about right,” he said. “He’s been the same since freshman year. I roomed with him for a semester. Worst decision of my life. He edited a short film at three in the morning with the lights on and the speakers blasting. I almost killed him.”

You found yourself smiling more than you meant to.

People kept interrupting. Someone from the baseball team clapped Johnathan on the shoulder and tried to pull him into a drinking game.

A girl Ted knew hugged you too tightly and yelled something about your hair. Every time the crowd pulled at one of you, you both somehow drifted back to the same spot, leaning against the counter, or later against the wall near the stairs, still talking like the rest of the party was just background noise.

The lights kept cycling. Pink. Blue. Green. The music shifted from one 2010s track to another, the bass heavy enough that you felt it in your ribs. At some point Johnathan’s shoulder ended up resting lightly against yours. Neither of you moved away.

Later, when the living room got too loud and too full, he tilted his head toward the back door.

“Come on. Need air.”

You followed him out onto the small wooden deck. The night was cooler than the house, the air damp and carrying the faint smell of wet grass and someone’s cigarette from further down the yard.

The music was still loud, but muffled now, thumping through the walls like a distant heartbeat. A string of cheap fairy lights hung above the deck, half of them burnt out, casting a soft, uneven glow.

Johnathan leaned his forearms on the railing and looked out at the dark yard. You stood beside him, close enough that your elbows almost touched.

“Better,” he said.

“Yeah.”

For a while you just stood there, listening to the party spill out through the open windows. Laughter. Someone shouting the lyrics. The occasional crash of a cup hitting the floor. Johnathan glanced sideways at you, the fairy lights catching in his eyes.

“You’re quieter than Ted made you sound,” he said.

“He’s dramatic.”

“He is.” A pause. “I like it, though. The quiet. Makes it easier to actually hear you.”

You looked at him. He was already looking at you. The moment stretched, not heavy, just aware. The kind of awareness that made the rest of the night feel different.

Inside, someone turned the music up even louder. A cheer went up. Johnathan exhaled a soft laugh and shook his head.

“We should probably go back in before Ted sends a search party.”

“Probably.”

Neither of you moved right away.

When you finally did, his hand brushed the small of your back as he guided you through the narrow doorway. It was light, casual, gone almost as soon as you felt it. But you noticed. And from the way his eyes flicked to yours when you glanced up, he knew you’d noticed too.

The rest of the night blurred in the best way.

You stayed near each other without really discussing it. When the baseball team started a loud game of beer pong, Johnathan declined and stayed talking to you instead.

When Ted reappeared long enough to throw an arm around both your shoulders and declare that you were “his two favourite people,” Johnathan only rolled his eyes and let it happen.

At some point you ended up on the worn-out couch in the corner, thighs pressed together from the lack of space, still trading stories while the party moved around you like water.

His voice got lower the later it got. Yours did too. The space between your faces felt smaller every time you leaned in to hear each other over the music.

Once, when you laughed at something he said, his eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second before he looked away again, jaw shifting like he was stopping himself from saying something.

You didn’t call him on it.

You just stayed.

By the time the sky outside started turning a pale, early grey and the party had thinned to the last stubborn stragglers, you and Johnathan were still on that couch. Ted had disappeared upstairs with someone an hour ago.

The music had been turned down to something slower and quieter. The cheap LED lights kept cycling through their colours, softer now in the thinning crowd.

Johnathan’s arm was stretched along the back of the couch behind you. Not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. Your knee had been resting against his for so long you couldn’t remember when it started.

He looked tired in a good way. Cap still on backwards, voice rough from talking all night, eyes softer than they’d been when he first walked over.

“I should get you home,” he said eventually. “Before Ted wakes up and realises he abandoned you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

The words sat between you for a second. It was simple, honest.

You nodded.

When you stood, your legs were stiff from sitting so long. Johnathan’s hand settled briefly on your waist to steady you, then fell away again. The touch lingered in your mind longer than it lasted.

Outside, the air was cool and quiet. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the sky had that thin, silvery colour that meant morning was close. Johnathan walked you back toward campus without rushing, hands in his pockets, shoulder almost brushing yours with every step.

Neither of you said much.

You didn’t need to.

Something had already started shifting, quiet and steady, somewhere between the loud music and the soft fairy lights and the way he’d looked at you when he thought you wouldn’t notice.

By the time your dorm building came into view, the sky was lighter. Johnathan stopped at the bottom of the steps, rocking back on his heels once.

“Hey,” he said.

You turned.

He hesitated, then gave a small, almost shy half-smile.

The first one that didn’t look completely confident.

“I’m glad Ted dragged you out tonight.”

You felt the same smile pull at your own mouth.

“Yeah,” you said. “Me too.”

He waited until you were inside before he turned and walked away, hands still in his pockets, the early morning quiet settling around him.

You watched him go for a second longer than you needed to.

Then you went upstairs, still tasting cheap vodka and rain-slick night air, already knowing this wasn’t going to be the last time you saw him

[schlattkisser]

this man and a mating press, send tweet

[moonsstories]

When He Sees Me

Jshlatt X Waitress!Reader

Non Social media Au, reader is implied black / poc, but anyone is welcome to read this!

Warnings:

A/N: Im so nervous about this :/ Lmk if you find any spelling errors or anything!! Tyty

Also so sorry if characterization is a bit off, im trying to keep everyone a bit mysterious for a bit </3

One: "I stick with real things"

"Thomas, hurry up you're going to be late for school." I yell into my younger brother's room. Walking to the kitchen, I fix my hair in the hallway mirror.

"God woman give me a minute!" He yells back down the hallway.

"Tom I swear to god, I will make you take the bus. Hurry up, I have work." I grab my breakfast off the counter and head toward the door.

"You know I could just drive myself" He shrugs at me pulling on his beanie meeting me at the door.

"With what car?" I open the door handing tom a pastry off my plate, locking the door behind us as he enters the passenger side door.

"What time are you off tonight? Jack wanted to come over to work on our project, but I don't think he actually wants to come over to work on anything. He just keeps talking about the brownies you made last week..." Tom rambles on about any and everything he can think of.

As we pull into the parking lot of his school, he grabs his bag and water bottle.

"You got everything?"

"Yep! Wait when are you off?" He stops getting out of the car and looks at me.

"I get off at seven thirty, I'll be home by eight."

"Ugh that means I'm walking home. its like four degrees outside right nowww." He whines as he puts on his backpack.

"Sorry, I'm covering for Maddie, her son got sick. I'll bring you home something if you want."

"Chocolate chip pancakes thank you."

"Will do. I love you, have a good day."

"I love you too. I'll see you when you get home." He smiles and closes the door.

Im dead on my feet. I've had at least four tables at all time since 7:30 this morning. As I leaned against the hostess station, Mara rubs my head, offering a sympathetic look.

"I mean, look at it this way, you've made almost $200 in tips this morning." She tries to cheer me up, and for a moment, it works.

"Yeah, but my break isnt for another hour and a half" 11:25. I sigh as I look uo at the clock on the wall.

*ding*

'can i come to the diner after school' 'i have hw and i dont wanna do it at home'

I smile fondly at my phone, typing my response.

'Sure, ill take you home so you dont have to walk home after.'

"Who's got you smiling during work hours? I thought that was physically impossible" I roll my eyes at Mara.

"Come on, you know the only person I text is tom." I place my phone back in my apron as the bell above the door opens.

"Dude im telling you, the food here is so good." I look up to see Teddy, one of our regulars.

"Oh! Ted! Hi!" Mara spluttered out. I giggle at her pathetic attempt to speak casually.

"Oh hey! How are you guys?" He smiles at us, for the first time this interaction, I look past him at the person he was talking with. He was a tall brunette man with mutton chops and a mustache.

"Who's your friend Teddy?" I smirk at him.

"Oh! This is Jay, he just moved here, so I'm showing him to all the best places in town." He explained to us.

"And you started here?" Mara jokes, and I hit her arm gently.

"Well, I'm YN, I'll be your waitress today. Ill also show you to your table." I grab two menus and show them to a table by the window. "I assume you want your usual Ted?" I place the menus down.

"You know me so well." He smiles up at me.

"Ill give you a minute with the menu while I get Ted's coffee." I smile at Jay and begin to walk away.

"I'll also have a black coffee." He says quietly, looking up from his menu.

"Great, I'll be right back with those." I walk to the coffee maker, and Mara meets me halfway.

"Ugh I wish I could be a waitress." She sighs at me grabbing two clean mugs and a few cream packets to put in a bowl.

"You were a waitress, remember? You quit after some guy made a rude remark about your ponytail." I rolled my eyes pouring the coffee and grabbing a tray for them.

"Yeah yeah, but then you get actually good guys like Ted! I mean, has he ever said anything even remotely sexual toward you?"

"God of course not. Come on, you don't want to be a waitress you just want to be Ted's waitress" She scoffs, walking back to the hostess stand, ignoring what I said.

I walk back to the table and place the coffees down.

"Alright big guy you ready to order?" I ask looking at Jay.

"Uh yeah.. I'll take the chocolate chip pancakes with hash browns." I nod while writing down his order.

"Good choice, I'll get that right in for ya'." I smile at the two of them, walking to the kitchen to put in their orders.

*Ding!*

'Wait can you call me out? i dont feel goof doog good'

I look at the clock on the wall, 12:15

'Yeah, ill call you out my break is soon so just wait in the office ill pick you up and bring you to the diner.'

I look up as the bell above the door rings again. Letting out a deep sigh, i put my phone back in my pocket, trying to recompose myself.

"You have a four top at table seven"

"Thanks Mar." I smile at her before going to greet the coustomers.

Ted POV

As YN walked away I turned back to Jay.

"So? How was your first night in town?"

"Fine, my moving van got stuck in Indiana, so I had to sleep on the floor." He grumbled.

"Well we can go get you a blanket or something, you got in pretty late last night." I take a sip of my coffee, watching YN run around the dinner serving the sudden influx of customers.

"Here is your American Breakfast, and your Chocolate Chip Pancakes! just let me know if you need anything!" YN Stops at our table with our food.

We both utter a 'thank you' and begin to eat.

"Dude how the fuck can you eat your eggs raw?" Jay scowls at my plate.

"They aren't raw! Just sunny side up!"

"You're going to die from that."

"Says the one eating chocolate chip pancakes? What are you 6?"

"No, Im 8. And hey, at least my food is cooked all the way through!" He shrugs

"Whatever man." We both continue eating in silence. Eventually, Mara drops off our check.

"What happened to YN?" Jay asks, looking around.

"Oh, she had to pick up her younger brother from school, he's not feeling well." She says, handing me the check.

"Shell be back soon, like 15 minutes. Plus she still gets all her cash tips, I just hold them at the hostess station." She winks at us, walking away.

"Hm, I hope she's okay." I say as I place 70$ in cash in the checkbook.

"You ready to go?" I ask Jay, standing to put on my jacket.

"Hm., Yeah lets go." He stands up zipping his big winter coat. I smirk and wave at Mara as we leave.

"So the hostess?" Jay asks as we leave.

"Oh stop dude" I shove him playfully.

YN POV

After picking tom up, I give him some Tylenol that we keep in the back for emergencies, can a cup of tea.

"Im sorry for making you pick me up." He looks up at me tearfully.

"Tom don't worry, I'll be right back, i have to check on Mara real quick. I promise I'll be right back." He nods at me and i walk over to the hostess stand.

"Sorry for leaving, I'll make sure all my checks and tables are completed and cleaned." I grab all the checkbooks and head to the cash register.

"Your all good girl, only Teddy and his new friend left. you know Miss Fraizier, she sits with her son for alt least an hour and a half." He follows closely behind me as i count out change from Ted's bill.

"Here, he left me a 40$ tip, so heres 20$" I hand her four fives.

"What no, come on, I was just doing what any good coworker would do."

"Still, you've had my back so many times this week." I smile at her, curling her hands around the bills.

"Well thank you. You really don't have to do this."

"But I want to. You're my best friend, and I know you'd do the same if you were in my shoes." She tears up, pulling me into a hug, and I hug her back. "Now I gotta go check on Tom."

A/N!!! Hiiii im super excited to be writing this lol!! lmk if you want to be added to my taglist, or if you have any asks or requests for one-shots or headcanons!! Again lmk if you catch any errors or grammatical inconsistencies!