⋆⁺₊❅. i want you to ruin my life / i want you to fuck up my nights / i want you to bring it all on!!
schlatt was considering ordering a hit on whoever let that article sneak its way onto vogue's website.
it wasn't personal; the article was well-written and clearly a tag to gain people's attention and making it a talking piece. and it was exactly that.
so much of a talking piece, in fact, that you had somehow heard about it, even though you were basically a social media recluse beside the time you two had met through it. besides that, you stuck to your VHS player and vinyls.
but then those damned words came out of your mouth ― "did y'know vogue's said it's embarrassing to have a boyfriend?"
suddenly, the image of that bouquet of your favorite kind of flowers and love letters shoved in the back of his closet were burned into his retina. he'd planned on asking you that day to be your boyfriend, but what you said had just thrown a wrench in his plans.
he scoffed, trying to keep it cool. "i mean, i wouldn't say embarrassing, 's just a stupid article, right?" a sharp, incredibly fake laugh left his lips.
you were slumped on his couch, scrolling through the article absentmindedly on his phone. "i dunno, i think it has some good points," you replied casually, not even realizing those words were sending him crashing into a downward spiral. fuck!
he foolishly tried to supress his love confession the entire day, but you made it impossible. you were especially touchy today ― grabbing his arm, smiling at him like that, and you looked especially pretty. it was the new glow from finally being comfortable living in new york city by yourself, and having a new self-proclaimed "best buddy".
that was schlatt. and it quite frankly made him want to die.
sure, he loved being your buddy. he loved being the one you came to after everything, your first call, your closest confidant. but also? he found himself falling in love with you, rapidly and without warning. he had no problem being your buddy, but his feelings for you infected every area of his life. he thought about you when he woke up, while he ate, when recording, when editing, he dreamed about you when he slept ― it started to consume him.
ergo, he needed to tell you.
but now you had this new notion about how having a boyfriend was 'icky' and 'embarrassing' and he was sure that you didn't even like him, so it was ruining his chances even more that you were clearly not looking for one in the first place.
and then you two entered that bookstore, and all hell went loose.
you and schlatt were on your way home from a dinner at a nice jazz club, and you insisted on making a pit stop in the bookstore to grab this new novel everyone's been raving about in your book club. immediately, you ran up to the exhausted cashier, excitedly asking where the book was. they led you to it half-heartedly, but you were too wound up to care.
of course, it was on the top shelf, so schlatt came up behind you and plucked it off the shelf for you, placing it in your hands like a fairy godmother. he ignored the need to reach his arms out and pull you close by shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. right at that moment, a little sniffle escaped you and he could see your hands trembling.
you were cold. without a word of complaint needed, he shrugged the jacket off of his own shoulders and wrapped them around yours.
whipping your head around, you met his gaze with a tender, "thank you."
a burning hot feeling appeared on his face almost instantaneously. "'s no big deal, don't act so surprised." he grumbled, rolling his eyes.
and then you said something that made him just fall apart. "nobody gets me like you do, schlatt," you sighed dreamily, looking up at him with that smile that was exclusive to him.
the words fizzled up throughout his whole body, from his chest to the tip of his tongue, momentarily getting lodged in his throat. "i think that maybe if your boyfriend was me, it wouldn't be so embarrassing having one," he finally blurted, unable to hold the ticking time bomb that was his feelings down anymore. "i can cook and clean and you could get jambo on the weekends."
why did he say that? schlatt considered letting the bookshelf fall on him and swallow him whole.
that is, until you stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips to his. "okay!" you chirped, skipping to the checkout.
aahh!! thank you for all the love & support everyone, i don't know if i'm permanently back yet but i just had an urge to write. i luv u all! <33
















