contents - gn!reader, fluff, making bracelets for ted and schlatt
authors notes // ...hey yall. i promise i didn't forget about my blog, but whenever i come home after work, i just play video games until my bedtime
head cannons of ted and schlatt wearing bracelets you made them, loosely inspired by this post and this one !
~+~ ted ~+~
ted wears an apple watch on one wrist, and the other has his silver bracelet.
you give it to him, unsure if he’s actually going to wear it, and to your surprise, he puts it on immediately.
it’s green and blue and has ‘theo’ written out in letters that are white with black writing.
you get up and out of bed before him and see it in the bathroom stacked with his watch, other bracelets, and rings next to his sink.
on a podcast episode, he looks down at his wrist, and his eyes light up as he and tucker need one last thing to talk about for the week.
“oh dude,” he lifts his wrist up to the camera, “look what (y/n) made for me, it says theo on it!”
him and tucker talk about it for a while, which then becomes a conversation about how tucker is never going to call ted theo now because his partner calls him that.
definitely asks you to make another one because the first one snapped one morning, and you all you hear from the kitchen is beads hitting the tile floor, followed by an “aw fuck.” a sigh, then “hey honey.”
you giggle, knowing what question is coming next.
*-, schlatt ,-*
you made the bracelet the night before, but couldn't give it to schlatt since he was recording for sleep deprived.
you hand it to him the next morning, unsure if he’d wear it since he usually only wears a timepiece.
he smiles when you give it to him; it’s blue, white, and brown, and says ‘jay’ in black beads with white writing.
he kisses you as thanks and puts it in his pocket to put on his desk when he goes to his office to work for the day.
as he’s about to record a video for his main channel, he puts it on, trying to get comfortable with it on his wrist.
schlatt finishes recording for the day and starts to review some footage, and he can’t move his focus away from the bracelet on screen.
he smiles since you're with him, even if the rest of the world doesn't know; it's his own slice to heaven.
you’re curled on the couch with jambo and soup when schlatt comes to sit with you. his arm rests on the top of the couch, and your eyes catch that he's wearing the bracelet.
you smile as he’s actually wearing it.
“i’m glad you like the bracelet, wasnt sure if it’d be your style.”
he chuckles, “of course i like it doll, i’m never taking it off.”
contents - hickeys, suggestive themes (no actual sex just like grinding), chuckle sandwich (rip babygirl), gn reader, no use of (y/n)
ted charlie
author note // hi! enjoy the first post and i hope you stick around to read any other sick thoughts i have about men in my head :).
it was a lazy day with your boyfriend schlatt, the both of you sitting on the couch all day as you traded off from watching some tv, to other shows, and gaming and rinsing and repeating. this was a rare event since you had a work-from-home day, and schlatt didn’t have to record anything for the day. you slowly wormed your way into sitting on his lap throughout the day. your legs were thrown over one of his, and your back was against his other leg, so you were sitting perpendicular to him and, well, on him. plates sat in front of both of you on the coffee table from dinner, with his beer and your glass of wine on either side. one last email and you promised you would be his for the rest of the night. you finish typing as you ask, “ok how does this sound,” you pause, “carrie, as discussed previously, attached is the reported earning from the last three quarters aand how it affected gross revenue for the year of 2024, growth in the company, as well as total earnings in the company. i will be back in the office tomorrow morning at 8 am to answer anyother questions you may have. have a great rest of your night.” you look up at him to gage his reaction, “isn’t this the like third email you’ve sent to her about this shit?” he asks, moving to grab his beer. “yeah, i don’t know what she doesn’t understand about it.” you look back at your laptop, “but does it sound good?” “i’d send it.” he takes a sip of his beer. you send the email and shut your laptop, reaching over the coffee table to set it down.
you let out a big stretch which schlatt comments on, “ooo big stretch babe, giving jambo completion.” he chuckles as he places a hand on your thigh and rubs back and forth with this thumb. you finish stretching and lay across him for a moment, collecting your thoughts and enjoying his touch on your thigh. you feel his hand come higher and higher until it reaches your hip squeezing it to let you know his intentions. you look over at him with your eyebrows raised, “yeah?” “you’ve been glued to your laptop all day toots. i need you.” he just about begs. you fake a pout and begin to sit up to move to sit on his lap, “oh poor baby needs me because i had to work all day.” schlatt's hands reach for your sides as you settle into his lap. “can’t even wait, needs to have me right here on the couch, right honey?” you tease. “yeah, kinda.” his voice softens as he looks away from your gaze as he moves his hips away from your core as to not turn himself on anymore. your hand comes under his chin to force him to look at you as you start to grind on his lap, feeling his dick harden. you lean in and meet his lips in a searing kiss as his hands start to lose their grip as he starts to go into a state of bliss. “good jay?” you pull away and kiss under his ear, moving to his neck. “so good baby.” he whimpers out.
your hips stop moving as you start to kiss his neck; you can sense he’s about to start complaining about it, so you start to suck hickeys onto his neck, stopping his complaints with moans. “wanna make you feel good jay.” you say into his skin, kissing and sucking more leaving dark marks. his hands start to work their way under your shirt, and you feel them on your back, griping and squeezing whatever he can. his neck is a mess at his point; some marks are so purple you’re scared that you accidentally broke the skin. you pull back from him, and your fingers trace the marks around his neck. “i think i might’ve been a little too rough with you, i’m sorry jay.” you lean into his neck to gently kiss the marks as an apology to his neck more than to him. his hand rubs up and down your back, “it’s ok toots, as long as you think they look good.” he smiles as he leans to kiss you on his lips. your hands move up to his hair, and you tangle your fingers in his locks and start to move the both of you so he can lay down with you on top of him.
as you’re about to start to lay down, schlatts phone starts going off.
you pull away from him and look over at the phone, then back at him. “it’s probably nothin’,” he states. you start kissing him again, and jay’s fingers find the shirt hem and start to pull it up, wanting it off.
his phone goes off again.
as your shirt comes off, you glance over to his phone. “umm, babe, it’s ted.” you pick the phone up, showing schlatt the stupid contact photo he had for ted. he sighs, knowing he probably forgot something ted needed. schlatt starts to sit up, and you hand the phone to him and shimmy off his lap sitting next to him. he answers the phone and puts it on speaker phone, “ello?” he asks, his accent coming back to him. “dude where the hell are you? we’re supposed to record for the podcast tonight.” ted asks over the phone. schlatt throws his head back as his hand rubs over his face. “nah you’re right i totally forgot. i’ll be on as soon as i can.” he hangs up. schlatt kisses you one last time as an apology for the sudden stop, “i’ll see you in hour ok? i wanna pick up where we stopped.” you nod and smile. he had mentioned this was the last day to record it for the week, so they couldn’t push it another day. he stands from the sofa and makes his way into his office. you put your shirt back on and clean up from dinner.
you can overhear the start of the conversation between schlatt, ted, and tucker when schlatt turns his computer on. “hey guys, sorry i’m late.” he was still turning his camera on and plugging his headphones in because the next thing you hear is ted, basically screaming, “jesus christ! what the fuc-” you chuckle to yourself as even schlatt hadn't seen his neck until he turned his camera on. “baby!” you hear schlatt call for you from his office, you already knew what he needed and grab the hoodie on the sofa. once you walk in, his eyes greet you, and he has that shit-eating grin on his face. you hand him the hoodie, and he trades you his headphones; you give him a questioning look. “put them on toots, ted has some words for you.” you put the headphones on and get closer to the mic. “hi ted, hi tucker.” you greet him with a sweet smile. “hi yeah, do you know what happened to schlatt’s neck?” ted asks cutting to the chase immediately. you look back at him; he’s scooted closer since the hoodie is on, so the viewers won’t be asking a bunch of questions. you look back at ted, “dunno, probably like a vampire or something.”
the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours.
contents - gn reader, no use of (y/n), reader can't sleep, fluff
author note // i recently got a rammie plush as an early christmas present and, it inspired me to write this; enjoy!
part 2 !!
to: schlatt <3
going to bed. love you, big guy.
delivered: 11:36 pm
this was the longest you and schlatt had been apart in your almost 3 year relationship. he was in japan for a month filming a project with jack manifold and ludwig. he wanted to bring you with him, but between the amount of time they were going to be filming and your work schedule, it just didn’t work out. so, here you were in the middle of the night alone, laying in the bed that you share with him, alone. you stare at the text on your phone and look at the clock on your bedside table. it read 4:04 am. you weren’t staying up for schlatt to text you back; that would form an unhealthy habit. however, you were tossing and turning, so you decided to look at your phone for a bit and hopefully fall asleep while using it.
screen time be damned, you swipe back to the text left on delivered. your fingers hovering over the keyboard, thinking of something to say, anything. you click on the top banner and click the call button. your phone shows the photo you took of him cuddling with jambo on his chest while they were relaxing on the couch a few weeks ago. you put the call on speaker, so you’re not holding it to your face. it rings, it rings again, and once more until it clicks, “hey this is schlatt! sorry i missed your call, text me if it’s important or i’ll try and call you back when i can. thanks!” it was his voicemail. you hang up. just listening to his voice was enough for now. you put your phone back on the nightstand to try to get some sleep and not get upset over how much you missed it. holding onto the rammie plushie that schlatt gave you early in your relationship, you roll away from your phone to sleep on your side. you can’t help but feel the lump in your throat that’s squeezing it at the same time, your lips sharply downturn, or the tears welling in your eyes, and it all comes out. you silently cry in your hands and the plush that you were holding and squeezing tighter and tighter. you try to wipe your tears, but they keep falling as you try to calm yourself down. as you do, you hear the silence of your shared home. schlatt wasn’t snoring or recording late at night.
you take a few deep breaths as you try to prevent yourself from having another meltdown over the situation. you hear a scratching at the door and a tiny ‘meow?’ at the door. jambo and soup liked cuddling with you and schaltt, so by this time of night, they were usually in bed with the both of you. you sit up in bed and get out of it, padding to the door in the dark to open it. you open the door very slightly, and Jambo pokes his head in meows, looking up at you; he comes in and winds his tail around your legs. you giggle, wiping some more tears, and bend down to pick him up. holding him like a baby, you walk back over to the bed, leaving the door open in case soup wants to join the party. you sit back in bed and put jambo on top of the covers, and he curls up almost immediately, being comforted by the smell of the sheets. as you’re about to pull the covers up, you hear your phone buzzing. turning it over to see the screen, it’s lit up by schlatt's contact poster. you answer it, putting it on speaker as you settle into bed and pet jambo.
“hey toots!” he greets; you smile hearing his voice, “you ok? sorry i missed your call, we were looking at footage from today.” “yeah i’m ok. i just missed you. the bed is too big without you in it. i'm swimming in it.” you tell him, trying to get him to laugh at the last part. he does, “awww honey, i’ll be home soon. how many more days was it? 4?” “yeah,” you nod. “but are you ok doll? you sound exhausted.” he asks, in a more serious tone and concern lacing his words. “i haven’t been sleeping super well without you here,” you admit, a little ashamed, “i know it sounds silly but you help me sleep more then you probably think.” “you sleep like a rock with me.” schlatt agrees. you sigh into the phone, “yeah.” there’s a pause, and you can feel schlatt thinking. “have you slept love?” he asks. “not tonight.” you tell him hesitantly. you hear him sigh, “aww baby, isn’t it almost 5 over there?” “yeah but i have the day so i’m just gonna tough it out today, like sleep wise.” you confessed. “i hate that you have to do that doll.” he says. “it’s been worst but since you’re coming home in a few days i feel better, and i have jambo and soup so it’s not all bad.” you tell him trying to not make him stress out to much about you. “hey tell you what, i just hung up my michigan hoodie before i left, sleep with if it still smells like me. i know that’s the main reason you steal my hoodies.” he offers, you can hear his smile at the end of the sentence teasing you. “ok maybe you’re right,” you admit, albeit in a better mood than when you answered the phone, “thank you baby.” “of course toots, i’ve gotta go to dinner, give jambs and soup a kiss for me alright. i love you, talk to you later.” schlatt says, ending the call. you agree to his request and tell him you love him before you hang up.
you throw the covers off and walk over to his side of the closet. when opening the door, you see the navy blue hoodie. grabbing it, you hold it and shove your face into it, smelling it deeply. you could tell he didn’t wash it as it still had this smell on it. you throw it over your head to put it on and are enveloped in the warmth from him. you walk back over to the bed and cuddle back up with your rammie plushie. jambo is curious to see what you have, coming over and sniffing you. he also smells schlatt on it and walks on top of you and curls up on your chest, purring away. chuckling at the sight, you were glad you weren’t the only one missing schlatt.
contents - reader meal preps, schlatt is clingy becuase he was busy all weekend, soup and jambo, fluff! gn!reder
authors note // yes i did ideate while i was meal prepping this weekend. and yes i did imagine schlatt holding me as i was making beef and broccoli, what about it??
the house was quiet this weekend. schlatt was stuck in his office all weekend, finding footage, recording, and editing to work on an introduction video of soup. as you were cuddled with him in the sun, jambo was on the floor also soaking up the late sun. it was the latter part of the afternoon on sunday. the sun was starting to drop into the horizon, but there was still ample time to start a new project. that meant it was time to meal prep your lunches for the week. soup was laid across your abdomen, purring away, content to be with you. you feel bad as you peel him off, sliding him to the spot on the sofa you were on. he looks confused as you stand, and you lean down to give him an apology kiss on his head. you weren't sure if it mattered as he stretched back out.
all you knew before starting your meal prep for the week was a lot of things needed to be cooked. the kitchen is dark as you turn the stovetop light on; it is all you need. your headphones go on, and you start taking out the necessary pots and pans to use. the pot you grab is put into the sink to fill up with water from the rice as you start another burner and place a pan on it, along with a healthy portion of oil. once the pot has enough water, you move it to the stovetop next to the pan. opening the fridge, there is a packet of ground turkey that needs to be cooked. you pull it out, along with a pan, bell peppers, onion, and a cutting board. you reach to grab a knife and wait for the pot to fill. once it is, you place it on the burner and begin slicing the pepper and onions into long strips. the pan heats up quickly on the stove as you add the onions and peppers, and you can hear them sizzle as they settle into the pan. this was the simple part: you grabbed a spatula to stir them from the drawer next to you as you nodded your head along with the music.
you stay like this for a minute, one hand in your pocket, the other stirs and moves the vegetables, making sure they’re sauteing. you don’t see it until you feel something heavy wrap around your waist. schlatt’s arms wrap around you, and he sets his chin on your shoulder. the hand in your pocket comes out to lay over his arm as the other sets the spatula down and takes the headphones off.
“smells good baby, whatcha makin’?” his voice is low and sweet, only meant for you. “we have turkey in the fridge that needs to go so i’m doing like a turkey, bell pepper, onion, rice thing for my lunches this week.” you explain in a soft voice but still focusing on the pan. he hums in acknowledgment watching you cook more. schlatt’s head is slowly leaning more onto your shoulder as your fingers trace patterns on his arm. his head snaps up, “oh wait babe, can you make that carbonara recipe again?” he is relieved with excitement as the dish comes back into his memory. you smile at his excitement, “of course, my love, plus i’m surprised how well it heated up for leftovers, there’s like a stick of butter in it.” schlatt slightly tightens his grip around you as he says, “ooo don’t tell me that, it’s bad for my heart doll.” you giggle and squeak as you reach for the turkey next to you, adding it into the pan.
there’s a silence between you two as the sun paints the kitchen a warm and familiar orange. the only sounds you hear are the turkey cooking and schlatt’s steady breathing against you. “missed you this weekend.” he mutters into your neck as he’s afraid that he’ll never get the time back. “you were the one busy all weekend.” putting stress on the first word. “yeah i know, but i still missed you.” he kisses your neck as an apology. you happily take it.
schlatt was non-verbally begging for your attention and touch. he would only hold you like this when he came home from a long trip or, like this weekend, when he was editing his days away. you smile, forming a plan of how to speed things up. “do you wanna help with the carbonara?” he sighs and doesn’t reply. he was never the chef between the two of you; you actually enjoyed cooking. “if you help with it and the dishes, the faster we can cuddle on the couch.” almost immediately, he asks, “what pot do you want?” schlatt releases the gasp of his arms, kisses your temple, and couches down, opening the cabinet, peering in. you smile as you tell him the large one in the back.
