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[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!

[imaschlut]

Schlatt with hangover partner HC

Notes: The other day I fought one of the worst hangover of my life while working in the 40°C/104°F heat and I had to cope somehow. Also I'm too lazy to make it a proper fic, sorry.

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‌after many promises and lots of planning Schlatt finally took you to Japan on your anniversary

‌and an anniversary obviously means celebrating with a drink or two

‌or in your case a lot

‌the next day Schlatt woke up to an empty space next to him in bed

‌he then quickly found you sitting on the floor in the livingroom of the fancy hotel suit he booked for you two

‌the AC was on full blast and you sat directly under the cold breeze

‌a trash can suspiciously close to you and a bottle of ice cold water in your hand (obviously from the ridiculusly overpriced minibar)

‌Schlatt imediately read the message and started to chuckle.

"Look, it's a hangover Toots."

"What happened to 'good morning'?" You answered with a hoarse voice.

Schlatt sat down next to you on the floor and started to rub your back to provide some sort of sympathy and comfort.

"I told you to drink water last night, right?"

"Yeah, you did."

"And you said..."

"That I don't drink water."

"Because..."

"Because fish fuck in it."

"So what we learned?"

"That it's still a great joke when delivered right. And last night was a perfect timing."

He thought about it for a minute and remembered he did almost piss himself when you said that last night with a serious face.

"Yeah, fair enough."

‌he tries to gather your hair to clip it back with a clawclip

‌he fails miseraby but it's good enough to keep your hair out of your face

‌he stays by your side the whole time while you're suffering in silence and contemplate all your life choices that put you in that situation

‌only leaves when you ask him to bring something for you

‌cold cloth on your neck or forehead, isotonic drink, ginger ale, whatever that might soothes your stomach

‌he can't hold himself back from joking about the whole situation to at least lighten your mood a little

"See? This is *almost* what the men flu feels like."

"Shut up!"

"You know what's best in this heat? A nice cold beer."

"Shut. Up."

‌tries to feed you crackers so at least you eat something

‌even after you feel better he keeps a close eye on you so you drink enough water and eat food that won't hurt your tummy

‌extra cuddles and pampering all day in general (he's an overgrown teddy bear, we all know it), he doesn't even let you lift a finger

[moonsstories]

"When He Sees Me" info card

Characters

Teddy Nicholson

"Dude you gotta come to this diner with me"

Jay Stafford

"That little fucker ruined everything"

Mara Harrison

"You're my favorite person, of course I'd help you"

Abbi Chapman

"He looks at you the way my parents look at each other, i think thats a sign"

Thomas Stevenson

"You're my sister. I only want whats best for you."

Y/N Stevenson

"I can't be falling for him, its not in my character description."

Chapters:

One: I stick with real things

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SELLING PINS #

[mitchskiii]

𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼. 𝓙𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓽

Friends to lovers / pre relationship / sleep deprived characters / everyones a streamer / living in texas / art / finding herself / schlatt is on and off / angst / schlatt is a fool / he might fuck up everything if he’s not careful

Schlatt and Dewy have always been just friends. There was a time when Dewy was all Schlatt could think about. Now, months after Dewy’s hiatus he wonders if this time would be different. Or if hell hide his feelings away again.

Dewy spent months pursuing her dream, art. But after months of job application, portfolios, friends who didn’t seem genuine, shitty prices, shes exhausted. After receiving an acceptance letter shes packing up ti move to Texas. Returning to a life she once ran from. She can’t stop thinking about a call her and Schlatt shared months ago. And when he’s the first person to ask hows shes really doing she cant help but think what if they gave it a shot.

Started - November 26,2026

Completed - Pending

Start here ⁀➴ Chapter 01.

[mitchskiii]

Chapter Two. Treats & Sweets

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

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Lunchtime had passed, and it was time for me to get to work. I grabbed my laptop and settled at one of the small tables near the window. One by one, I created social media pages on every platform I could think of.

Bio: Remodeling. Follow and watch our journey.

I set up a GoFundMe and linked it to each account, then started following other bakeries and small business pages, hoping the algorithm would be kind to us. Hoping people would be kind.

After an hour or two of putting us out there, I leaned back in my chair and took a long, deep breath. It felt like the first time all day I'd let myself pause.

The bell above the door rang.

I peeked over my shoulder and froze.

It was the same guy from earlier that morning.

"What, you come get a donut for lunch too?" I teased.

"Actually, that's a great idea," he said.

I laughed, and so did he. Then his expression shifted to something more serious.

"No, actually... I was hoping to catch you alone."

Weird.

"Look, I've been coming here for almost a year now. I love this place, and I'd hate to see it close. I want to help."

I sighed. "How exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"Well, first off, I've got a lot of spare time. And a handsome face behind the counter could bring in customers."

"We couldn't pay you."

He shook his head. "Didn't expect you to." He reached into his jacket, pulling out an envelope and holding it out to me. "Here."

I opened it.

A check. $5,000 made out to Sweets & Treats. I screeched.

"No, no, Jonathan. I can't. We can't. She wouldn't..."

"Which is exactly why I'm giving it to you," he cut in gently. "I've got spare money, and if it's going to a good cause, fuck it. Mera deserves to keep this place. But it needs renovating."

I wanted to argue. I really did. But he wasn't wrong and that somehow made it harder.

I still didn't understand why he wanted to help so badly.

"So," he said, glancing at my laptop, "what've you been working on?"

"You know, Jonathan, you're so nosey."

He shrugged. "Worth a shot."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. We start tomorrow."

"I'll pick you up."

Before I could disagree, he was already out the door.

~

The rest of the day passed slowly, with Momo and I tending to the store and catching up on lost time.

During the school year, I managed to call her at least once a week, but between studying, work, and on-campus activities, I was booked almost 24/7. I never really bothered with relationships, which was kind of crazy considering how excited I'd been to meet someone when I first started school. Once I got there, though, my priorities shifted. I was more focused on my future than the present most of the time.

The iPad we used as a register beeped with a new online order this one for a birthday cake. Momo waddled over to take a look, then read off the details to me. We both leaned in to review the request. The mom had attached reference photos, explaining that her daughter wanted a K-pop demon hunter inspired cake.

I laughed, thinking back to the night my roommate had forced me to take a break and watch the new kids' movie on Netflix. By the end of it, I'd already added the soundtrack to my phone.

It felt like the perfect opportunity to post something on TikTok to promote our custom cake orders. I tried explaining how TikTok worked to Momo more than once. She didn't really understand, even though she nodded along and agreed anyway.

She worked diligently, the way she always did when something mattered. This order mattered. A birthday cake due by morning, promised for a little extra cash, and Momo treated it like a personal request rather than a transaction.

The bakery was quiet at this hour. Our layout was simple, familiar enough that I could picture it with my eyes closed. Seating to the left small round tables pushed close together, chairs tucked in neatly. To the right, the cashier and the glass display case, shelves still holding the day's leftover sweets. Behind the counter were two doors: one leading upstairs to our apartment, the other into the kitchen, where the real work happened.

Momo disappeared through the kitchen door without a word. I followed a moment later, phone already in my hand not just out of habit, but because the bakery needed it. The social pages didn't run themselves, and people loved seeing the process almost as much as the finished product.

She measured carefully, movements precise but unhurried. Flour dusted the counter. The rhythmic scrape of the spatula against the bowl filled the space as she mixed, focused, brows slightly furrowed. I filmed quietly short clips meant for stories and reels. Her hands folding batter. The oven preheating. The pause when she tilted her head, scrolling Pinterest, clearly picturing something that hadn't existed yet. I stayed out of her way, careful with my angles, making sure nothing slipped into frame that she'd want kept secret.

When the cake went into the oven and the timer clicked on, I caught the moment she wiped her hands on her apron and leaned against the counter, phone glow reflecting in her eyes as she refined the idea. Content and creation happening side by side.

When the cake finally came out, warm and perfect, we let it cool while talking through the final design. By the time decorating started, the vision was locked in.

It became a colorful, highly decorative rectangular cake with a playful, pop-inspired theme. Pastel buttercream swirled across the surface in pinks, purples, teals, and blues, layered thick with texture. Rosettes and shells framed the edges, each one piped with steady confidence. I circled the counter, recording every stage: the icing spreading, the details forming, the transformation happening in real time.

The top filled quickly—glittering stars, musical notes, hearts, disco-ball accents, pearls, candy-like decorations catching the light as she placed them one by one. At the center, she set the illustrated topper: the stars, K-Pop Demon Hunters. I grabbed one last slow pan, knowing it would do well once posted.

She stepped back to look at it, hands resting on the counter, a quiet satisfaction forming over her face.

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can you guys send requests for schlatt or ted headcanons… i love writing headcanons so baddd. smut, fluff, angst. whatever you want. au’s included. go ham!!