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ohworm-writes · 10 months

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fireman schlatt coming to check up on you after you fell victim to a house fire.

fireman schlatt making sure he got your hospital room number and sat next to you for the next hour because he wanted to make sure you were okay

fireman schlatt getting patched up next to you and it’s your turn to sit with him for a couple hours because he needs proper oxygen intake

fireman schlatt growing fond of you because you’re house being on fire was the first time he felt true fear—and all he could think of was you.

i love this because i worked at my local fire station for a temporary time. i never attended to the fires but i worked as an assistant of sort to make sure the station was always organized so i can only imagine if reader did the same after being saved by schlatt<3

god i love this idea

I have so many thoughts for this you have no idea. And wait that’s such a cool job holy fuck I'm so jealous. (I'm about to go so overboard holy shit watch this- I might have to make another part or make a whole fic about this omg omg omg omg)

Can you imagine? Just- you, who can confirm that this is one of the worst, if not the worst, situation you've ever dealt with in your life. The burns littered across your body (though, thankfully, nothing too severe) and the smoke inhalation makes every breath agonizing. And, of course, ...

Fireman!Schlatt, who's fire engine, Ladder 131, was the one to receive the call that an appartment building had gone up in flames a few miles away from his current location. One of the other firefighter's in the vehicle were the one to respond to the call while Schlatt turned on the siren and drove to the location with purpose.

Fireman!Schlatt, who was the one to rush into the building with one of his buddies' following in after hin, the loud blearning sirens of other engines and response units crying out behind him. Fireman!Schlatt, who would grip onto red gleaming axe in both hand as he traveles up every of the four levels with caution, opening up or breaking down every door to search for any person in need of help or assistance.

Fireman!Schlatt, who reaches the third level of the building, PAPR strapped tight around his face to prevent him with inhaling smoke, and hear loud coughs and sobs from a room two doors down to his right, muffled 'help's coming from the damaged voice.Fireman!Schlatt, who breaks down the door with his sheer body force, finding someone, you, pressed against the floor with your shirt pressed tight against your nose, the fire spreading into your room from above, a large crater in your roof evidence of that.

Fireman!Schlatt, who notes the fourth floor may be impossible to check if the fire is already spreading to the third floor, relaying the information out to his buddy behind as they leave to check the rest of the floor.

Fireman!Schlatt, who takes your body carefully in his arms, holding you to his chest, carefully not to apply pressure to the burns across your skin as he runs down the stairs with caution, rushing between vehicles and civilians towards the paramedic vehicles.

Your coughs are so strained, so painful with every part of your body searing with pain as you writhe in his arms, listening to his hushed words of comfort as he sets you onto one of the first stretchers available as pure, untainted oxygen finally flows through your lungs.

The rest is hazy to you once you're rushed off the scene to the nearest hospital, consistently toeing the line between consciousness and unconsciousness: or rather, life and death.

Fireman!Schlatt, who can only hope and pray that you're safe as the remaining victims and survivors are having first aid done to them or cry and wail as the building is nearly fully engulfed in flames, the pressurized water working quick to eliminate the threat and put out the fire in full.

Fireman!Schlatt, who deals with the aftermath of the event swiftly before sharing parting words with the fire chief and other advisors as his crew prioritize returning to the station with the rest of the crew he had traveled with for the time being, the truck silent apart from a few shared words and responses between individuals.

Fireman!Schlatt, who gets back to the station and is on edge the entire time as he puts his gear away, tends to his own injuries and needs as required. He stays up the whole night pacing restlessly, thinking only about your condition.

Would you be able to make a full recovery? Would you become stable soon? Did you have anyone you could go to once you recovered? Would you live through the night? Were You even alive?

With most of the house asleep, relaxed or preoccupied in some manner, he decides to take on one of his buddies with him to nearby hospital that, at the very least he assumes, you are located at, driving along the quiet streets and entering the facility like a man on a mission.

He discovers that, thank the gods, you are okay and that you will most likely make a recovery from your thermal second-degree burns and smoke inhalation. His buddy stays outside of the room as Fireman!Schlatt enters once he is notified that he may visit you.

You're covered in a heavy layer of bandages once he sees you, and the dull beeping from the heart monitor steadies the worst of his worries. You're awake- maybe a little sleepy and loopy, but otherwise sober.

Fireman!Schlatt, who introduces himself to you and informs you that he was the one who found you and rushed you out to the paramedics and that he's happy to see you're alive and kicking. He sits there with you for hours on end before either he receives a call from the station or the doctors state he has to leave so they can tend to you.

And you, who has thought about him ever since you became lucid: the mysterious firefighter with a mask who risked his own life to save yours. And meeting him- it just raised more and more questions you want to ask him.

What made him want that kind of facial hair? What made him want to become a firefighter? Do they have a dalmatian at the house like that cliche?

Fireman!Schlatt, who thinks about you morning, day and night ever since he met and saved you. They way his heartrate quickened when he heard your terrified cries and wails, the ugly and pained breaths and coughs that came and went from you. And then: you. Wrapped in tight bandages and consistently wearing an oxygen mask so you can breathe, but that doesn't stop you from smiling this ethereal smile.

Fireman!Schlatt, who, any time he sees a fire on a building, he thinks of you and his heart aches. He works even more tirelessly to protect the city and it's people around it, left a mess of blood, sweat and tears but oh, is it worth it. It's home. You're home.Fireman!Schlatt, who goes into a fire one day and comes out coughing and wheezing, nearly crumpled on the ground with a gaping hole in his mask, large plumes of inky smoke rises into the air behind him as he gasps desperately.

Fireman!Schlatt, whose rushed to the hospital and enters mere minutes later, the doctors choosing to rush him into emergency care to attempt to stabilize his breathing and patch up select wounds scattered across his face, neck and back.

Fireman!Schlatt, who, once stabilized, is moved into a room with a spare bed, being hooked up to an oxygen mask and tank, his work clothing minimal, left just with a set of black cargo pants on, black boots and bandages.

You, who gets the honor of having the firefighter who saved your life in the same room as you once more, though, under less fortunate circumstances, you would say. Though, even as one of his buddies and a doctor are in the room, tending to the both of you as needed, you can't help but smile as he looks over at you.

Fireman!Schlatt, who points to his own oxygen mask, and then to yours, and smiles along with you, relaxing as you sit with him for hours on end, the only sound in room being the beeping of your heart monitors, which seem to synchronize on more than one occasion, but neither of you would tell.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is free to leave a few hours later, but chooses to stay with you for just a little bit longer, talking softly and sharing whispers, his heart faltering once he's informed you're to leave the following morning... leave out of his life as well.

Fireman!Schlatt, who spends the next few weeks at the station reminiscing about all his conversations and instances with you, and as if he thought you into existence, there you are- with a t-shirt and cargo pants to match him, that same smile he'd dreamt about right in front of his eyes.

"You look nice in your uniform, though, I think we could work on that smile. Wouldn't you agree, coworker?" You'd say, playfully, and he wouldn't be able to hold in a toothy grin and laugh.

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ohworm-writes · 11 months

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alrighty, here goes. there was this one time a firefighter came to my school years ago to do one of those job presentations. And apparently firefighters have to write a goodbye letter in case they die while on the job. they always have it kept up to date, stored in their locker with rest of their gear. but just imagine firefighter! schlatt writing his goodbye letter or better yet, someone reading what he wrote.

Anon, I was getting on a flight after I read this and I looked high I genuinely cried so hard. I didn’t know that was even a thing and it makes me so emotional about it.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spent weeks trying to put even one thing down on his letter. The only thing he wrote consisting of “Engine Co. 219 Ladder 131, Brooklyn, New York City. Firefighter Jay Schlatt.”

Firefighter!Schlatt who has over 100 scrapped letters to signal his goodbye, too stuck on critiquing what would make the letter sound more professional or, simply better.

Firefighter!Schlatt who leans more on a short and sweet letter as opposed to a long and wordy one, but writes one that crosses over 11 individual pages nonetheless.

Firefighter!Schlatt who thanks every single one of his family members, no matter the relationship, and writes the longest paragraph for the one person who got him into computer related things and signs off the letter to them in specific.

Firefighter!Schlatt who names every single person at the station and thanks them individually with so much heart that even he sheds a few tears at his own words.

Firefighter!Schlatt who grabs the two kitties' paws who he's called his own and paints them black, pressing them into the paper with their names written over them, hearts and renditions of them around the paws.

Firefighter!Schlatt who draws a little portrait of himself at the end of the letter, simple smiley faces decorate around it and a (poor) rendition of his gear.

Firefighter!Schlatt who writes down every struggle and success he has dealt with in his letter, some of the words and sentences blurred for the water of his tears disturbing them.

Firefighter!Schlatt who, once he finishes his letter, refuses to touch it after it's done, less he need to update or change it in the future, and shuts his locker with such force and goes about his business as usual, as if nothing had ever happened in the first place.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spends months refusing to touch or even look at his letter, stuffing it in the back of his locker behind and under a random assortment of things.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spends all of this effort to put the letter out of his mind, accidently taking one thing out and resulting in the letter gracefully flying to the floor.

Firefighter!Schlatt who doesn't realize it and leaves to tend to his cats and rest up, leading to one of the members of his crew to come across it- well, at least one of the pages.

Firefighter![X] who finds the first 3 and last 2 pages and nothing more an hour or so later, give or take, being confused by what it was until reading the title of the paper: “Engine Co. 219 Ladder 131, Brooklyn, New York City. Firefighter Jay Schlatt.”

Firefighter![X] who only doesn't want to read the whole amount of pages they have, but can't help themselves as they read their own name and Firefighter!Schlatt's message to them and sobs.

Firefighter![X] who reads through the whole thing and is left in tears by the end of his, moving to clean themselves up before consulting Firefighter!Schlatt.

Firefighter!Schlatt who is disturbed in the middle of falling asleep by Firefighter![X] clearing their throat in front of him, handing him the loose pages with a quiet "I think these are yours... sorry" before vacating the area as quick as the entered.

Firefighter!Schlatt who reads over the first words of one page before shoving them in his pocket, placing his hands over his face and hoping, at the very least, Firefighter![X] won't tell anyone.

Firefighter![X] who keeps their mouth sealed tight with no desire to share a word of what they read.

#Firefighter![X] can be read as either a reader insert or a random character #Either one of Schlatt's friends or something else #I'm trying to appeal to both audiences you know?#SCHLATT FANDOM ACCEPT ME #BUT ONLY IN SOME CONTEXTS #Y'KNOW #YEAH #firefighter!jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter schlatt #fireman!jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt

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ohworm-writes · 11 months

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“Uh - fireman schlatt”

BITCH I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SUDNRUJSNDJEJDNDJEJJDJ

ELABORATE. I BEG. I WILL GIVE YOU A SMOOCH! TWO SMOOCHES!!!

I mean, if you insist… 🤭😋

Fireman Schlatt who, when he eventually decided to drop out of college and to an extent the field of computer science, didn’t know what careers he could consider.

Fireman Schlatt who decided “ah, what the hell” and went to one of those job fairs and, lo and behold, the fire department was there, passing out pamphlets and whatnot.

Fireman Schlatt who became so enthralled after learning and listening about what being a firefighter is like that it kept him up at night just thinking about it.

Fireman Schlatt who excessively researched training regimens and went over past exams about a million and one times that he might need to know if (read: when) he becomes a fireman.

Fireman Schlatt who, although he had to wait another year and a half to even begin the process of truly becoming a fireman, spent all of his time studying, training- or doing both!

Fireman Schlatt who passes both his physical and written exams with ease, as well as his medical, psychological, drugs and background tests/checks, and you best believe that he’s breaking with pride about it.

Fireman Schlatt who finally- finally graduates from the Fire Academy and cries, screams and loses his mind with joy, feeling so fucking accomplished by everything he’s done and all the steps he’s taken since to reach his goal.

Fireman Schlatt, who hangs up his black and yellow striped suit in the Ladder 131 house, which is, of course and akin to him, located in Brooklyn.

Fireman Schlatt, who has the absolute pleasure of working with a few of him buddies in the firehouse, sharing stories and messing around with eachother like brothers.

Fireman Schlatt, who gets so many people trying desperately to flirt with him and get his number, but he brushes it all of like it’s nothing.

Fireman Schlatt, who swears up and down that his mutton chops make him fit the rugged look that this job typically sports.

Fireman Schlatt, who, when he’s not either working hard in the field as a fireman or playing with his two feline companions that love to lay around the firehouse like lazy sacks of potatoes, spends his free time working out, preparing himself for whatever situation is to come.

Fireman Schlatt, who is nearly always the first to a scene, a silent giant who puts his all into protecting his community and making sure everyone, no matter who they are, are safe in the community he helps work to protect.

Fireman Schlatt, who has to many burns, scars, buts and bruises than he can count, but kids and adults alike adore him and his presence, and can always rely on him to take a ride in the truck and wear his helmet, should they ever ask.

Fireman Schlatt, who is so unbelievably proud of his job and place in the community, and feels so lucky that he was ever given the opportunity to work in a field like it.

#Sorry I went a little crazy #Just general stuff for right now #If you want x reader and romantic stuff just send in another ask #I’m happy to divulge 🤭#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!jschlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman schlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter schlatt

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ohworm-writes · 8 months

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Hello hello worm its me Winter back again with fireman!schlatt ideas

Fireman!Schlatt who is a seasoned firefighter now, been on the job for a good few years and has made a name for himself. Now, pair him with a firefighter!reader who is a newbie and has been placed under schlatts wing.

Maybe Schlatt isnt too fond of having the reader under his wing, maybe he doesnt think that the readers got what it takes to be a firefighter. But... maybe something happens that changes his mind...?

*i run away frolicking and giggling

Fireman!Schlatt whose, at this point, remained a firefighter for the past five or six years, the job everchanging but still familiar enough to him that he thinks he could do the job blindfolded.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is one of the few members left from when he originally joined Ladder 131, two or three others remaining behind with him and not running off to explore life or another department.

Fireman!Schlatt, who refuses to go up higher in his job, deciding firmly to remain a firefighter as long as time will allow.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is tasked on occasions, which are far and few between, to allow individuals new to the job to shadow under him.

Fireman!Schlatt, who fucking hates having these kids follow behind him like lost puppies and kittens (no offense to Jambo, of course), which leads the Fire Chief to entrust the job with somebody else.

Fireman!Schlatt, who purposefully tries to exude an intimidating and scary aura to make the new recruits scatter, which always works without any hiccups.

Fireman!Schlatt, whose called to the Chief's office one day, door barely cracked open as light chatter fills the room inside, and while Fireman!Schlatt can, of course, identify the Chief's rough and commanding tone, the other is... new.

Oh.

Oh fuck no.

Fireman!Schlatt, who enters the room not a second later, lips pressed into a tight and forced smile as he nods towards the Chief, confirming that he wanted to see him and discuss the item at hand.

And the Chief only gestures to you, saying nothing else for the moment as you beam the toothy grin, one that parents would have loved to see their children show off in family photos as opposed to the one Schlatt has painted across his lips.

The Chief makes a noise, Fireman!Schlatt immediately noting to turn towards him (you do as well, but he could honestly give less of a shit about you or your existence).

"Schlatt. You will be responsible for watching out for our newest recruit. I suspect ther' won't be any issues, correct?" "Yes sir, no issues."

He'd wave for you two to leave the office, and even though you were the furthest from the door to start with, you're the one opening it up for him to walk through. He does, begrudgingly, as you gently shut the door before it clicks.

You'd have this smile, though more relaxed at this point, as you stick your hand out between the two of you, stating your full name and number, which vividly reads '22'.

Fireman!Schlatt, who stares at your palm in disinterest and states his own name and badge number in a monotone voice, scowl edging up onto his face as his nose and eyebrows scrunch. Rolling his eyes, he'd lead you about the station, purposefully walking too fast and talking too quickly just to piss you off.

But you don't... get pissed off, that is. You merely stare in awe, smiling and mentally noting down what everything was, where it was, the importance of it and otherwise. You'd catch up with him no problem and comprehend him with ease, filling in any blanks if needed (though, generally, it wasn't).

Fireman!Schlatt, who listens to you drone on at lunch about your time at the Fire Academy, your experiences, struggles and anything else that had to do with the job that you had learned. You're passionate, he'd give you that, but so typical and naïve.

Fireman!Schlatt, who wonders if he was ever this fucking annoying, sneering at you continuously as he analyses you- you're dead weight. You'll put all this effort in your work and you'll still always be behind, he can tell. The overenthusiasm, the selflessness, all of it.

Fireman!Schlatt who finishes leading you around and stays completely silent as you attempt to initiate small talk on multiple occasions with him, trying desperately to get away from you, but you just continue to follow him around as you ramble.

Fireman!Schlatt who notices you fall just as silent as him from behind his back, sighing in relief, glad that you finally took the hint to shut up... but it's suspiciously quiet, and he can't help but subtly look over his shoulder to see what you might be up to.

Fireman!Schlatt who swears to every god that if you're upset or crying right now, he's going to lose his shit- ...

Fireman!Schlatt who sees you crouched next to the ground a few feet away from him, a big, wide grin painted across your lips, practically with stars in your eyes as you pet Jambo, the orange tabby greedily taking in all the love you have to offer.

Fireman!Schlatt who listens to you coo and compliment the cat, softly calling him a "pretty kitty" and "a ball of sunshine" and a "precious, handsome boy", rubbing his little tummy as Jambo rolls on his back across the floor, purring loudly.

Fireman!Schlatt who wants to snap at you to get the fuck away from his cat, but... can't, because as he watches you and the cat interact, Jambo quickly forcing you to sit down so he can crawl into your lap and rub his face against your clothes, rubbing his scent all over you, Fireman!Schlatt softens, just barely at the sight before him.

Fireman!Schlatt who squats down next to you as Jambo forces you to lay on your back against the floor so that he can lay right up on your chest and rub his face against yours as he settles in for a nap, and gives the cat ear scritches, not saying a word to you.

Fireman!Schlatt who decides to himself that maybe, just maybe... you aren't that annoying, and that he could maybe get used to being around you because his cat (the traitor) appears to be enjoying your touch and affection more than his.

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ohworm-writes · 7 months

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Fireman Schlatt denying having a crush on the rookie is just like Meg singing "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules

Oh my gods, no, because you're actually so right.

Like, in my eyes, once he starts to fall for Rookie!Reader, it's so much of a him vehemently denying his feeling, telling himself that there's not a chance in hell he would ever like them like that, even though the way the run on his mind borders on obsessive (in a good way).

Quote him telling himself to get a grip LMAO.

I bet you that everyone else within the station would play the roles of the muses, consistently telling him (most would be teasing him) about how, dude, obviously you're in love. It's okay, Schlatt, you're in love, we get it. They mean everything to you and you love them, so stop denying it you hard-headed bastard.

#I can't even explain the way this ask actually meant so much to me #Like- having someone attribute a song to my idea?#Sobbing /pos #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #fireman schlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman!jschlatt #firefighter schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter!jschlatt

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ohworm-writes · 8 months

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heyy worm! The new fic?? Please i need more! How and when would schlatt start to - not like.. that would i think take a while- but maybe accept~appreciate the readers present in the station? How would they bond except for the shared moments they will inevitable have?

Seeing them in action in the field, for sure, would be a big game changer, I'd think. He has this mindset, given the past recruits that have came and went through the station, that most of the new 'generation' (he's literally apart of that same generation, but whatever) are more concerned with looking cool and making an impression than their actual job.

He's seen and heard countless recruits try and flex about how 'everyone wants to date and sleep with a firefighter' or something of the like as a reason to explain why they joined the profession, and it makes him sick, leaving this sickening taste in his mouth, and because more than one or two people have said this, it's solidified this idea in his mind that new recruits just don't care about the job anymore, fueled by ego and desire rather than wanting to help and protect the community.

So, as much as he talks shit and openly hates on the reader, when he finally sees them in action, not even sparing a glance to the crowd that watches the crew put out the fire, solely focused on their job of escorting civilians out of the building, double and triple checking that the burning building is emptied out of all forms of life (ushering cats and dogs out, too), putting their life in danger time and time again, call after call, he starts to soften up.

You're right to assume that it would take a while for him to actually like the reader's presence, but once the initial wall crumbles, the goal is much more attainable.

Doing simple things like taking care of the paperwork that he's been handed off, some bland documents that need looking over, and taking it for yourself, or cooking the station a meal or making a fresh pot of coffee, maybe showing some love to Jambo here and there. Doing those kinds of things gets him a lot more comfortable with the idea of you, let's say.

#fireman schlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman!jschlatt #firefighter schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter!jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

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ohworm-writes · 10 months

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I just thought of an au where firefighter!schlatt saves an orange cat from a burning building and guess who that cat it? ITS JAMBO.

and jambo becomes the resident kitty at the fire station.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU'RE SUCH A GENIUS

Imagine some older woman call in and it's transferred to the department that there's this cat she's been feeding that lives in the abandoned building across the street from her and it's on fire.

So they send the boys out (with Schlatt driving, of course) and while everyone else works to put out the fire, Schlatt is the one who runs in the building to find the feline.

And what would you know? There's this little orange kitty curled in a corner on the second level at the end of the hallway, shaking like a leaf and yowling out for help.

And Firefighter!Schlatt scoops the feline up, holding him close to his chest, the poor thing wriggling and yowling and trying to scratch and bite him, but Schlatt doesn't relent, scanning the rest of the area for anyone (which, thankfully, the building is empty) and he exits to the fire almost completely out.

He goes to the truck, taking out a package of animal treats (one of his buddies had thought it would be a good idea in case the situation arose where they'd have to tend to an animal) and hands a pile up to the cat's face.

While hesitant, still trapped in Schlatt's iron hold, consumes the small pile of treats quicker than the time it took for Schlatt to retrieve them.

'Hungry thing, aren't 'ya?' He'd mumble under his breath, carefully placing the animal on the ground afterwards, to which it decides to stay in place as Schlatt retrieves a canteen of his own water, pouring it out into his now ungloved palm, and the kitty laps away.

The older woman, who had made the initial call, walks over to the engine once the fire is completely extinguished, taking in the sight of the cat she decided to refer to as 'Jambo', the most skittish, frightened thing she's ever seen, willingly pressing his face against this firefighter's hand.

And she can't help but grin.

Firefighter!Schlatt hearing the woman approach and discussing with her what the next step for the feline was- who would take him in and take care of him and whatnot?

She smiles fondly at the two of them, Jambo affectionately passing through and between his legs with a few meows here and there. Nodding her head backwards towards the Chief, she informs him that she could maybe convince the Chief to allow the animal to be housed at the station, given that he was a long time friend of hers.

And what would you know? She convinces the Chief straight and clear, and once Firefighter!Schlatt and his crew get in the engine, ready to leave, the Chief comes up to his window, slinging his arm through and telling him in a bored tone that he could keep the cat.

"Florence back there tol' me the situation, and that little feline friend of yours." The Chief takes a deep sigh, placing his hand between the kitten's ears whose situated on Firefighter!Schlatt's lap. "You c'n keep him 'round, but he's your responsibility alone. Understood?" Firefighter!Schlatt would nod, his enthusiasm held under a sheet of sensibility.

"She also said the fella's name was 'Jambo'."

And that would be it. Jambo, Ladder 131's kitty mascot. He'd sleep on everyone, everywhere he could, trying to take bites out of everyone's food and magnets and, of course, sleeping on the dashboard of the engine, purring in synch with the hummm of the vehicle with a little collar of his own- a home of his own.

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ohworm-writes · 11 months

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Fire schlatt, where's the one tiktok? give me a sec but it's the one where this dude gets asked to help the firefighters w/ their training and is like 'i was straight when i came in here, but now idk'

Found it

I HAVENT SEE THAT ONE BUT THAT SOUNDS SO ACCURATE FGEHEGHS

Firefighter Schlatt who, when he’s doing his training, has a few of his friends who aren’t firemen (without him knowing) sign up as a joke and then afterwards open up Google like “am I gay” test gdhsgwh

#firefighter schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter!jschlatt #fireman schlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman!jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

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ohworm-writes · 10 months

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friend worm, YOU HAVE COMPLETELY INVADED MY BRAIN WITH FIREMAN SCHLATT AND NOW I CANNOT THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE /hl

Im just imagining like -

at the end of the day, schlatt is just lounging around the station. tired and exhausted. his jacket on a chair, he’s wearing a black shirt and the pants of his uniform, thier suspenders off and hanging by the waist. bit of dirt and sweat still clinging to his skin. and he just looks so gruff and good and!!!!

GYATTTTT DAYUMMMMMMM

I cannot and never will be able to get this image out of my mind holy fuck. His hair would be all tousled and his chest would slowly rise and fall and his voice would be so hoarse and deep and just- WOW.

I gotta draw this I gotta draw this I gotta draw this I gotta draw this

#Every time I close my eyes I can see it #Holy shit holy fuck #fireman!schlatt #firefighter schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter!jschlatt #fireman!jschlatt #fireman schlatt #fireman jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

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ohworm-writes · 11 months

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i didn't finish the ask but tumblr sent it in, that but w/ fireman schlatt or him doing the one fireman carry w/ his buds

also another link to the thing i was referencing just cause idk if it got added.

sorry bout all that

YES YES YES YES YES

He’d be so dramatic too but it would be so good like he’s like kneeling down in front of one of his friends, and he carries them reassuring like “you’ll be okay, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

HELLO?

SO MANY THOUGHTS- TOO MANY THOUGHTS

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ohworm-writes · 8 months

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would fireman schlatt go as far as to haze the reader/new recruits?

To an extent, yes.

Not ever to the point where their life could be in danger or where they could ever be in a position to be extremely physically injured (although he daydreams about it), though.

It's more of just humiliating them and forcing them to do strenuous activity, plus verbal degradation (though, he has to be careful with it and frame it more as a method of 'encouragement' to complete the tasks, though it's obvious he's just talking down to them).

Being at the station between calls and ordering them (reader or other recruits) to complete pointless tasks, being their senior in the field an all, which recruits typically follow without hesitation. Yelling or snapping at them in front of other firefighters when they mess up, making a big deal out of something that's small.

Or even purposefully doing things to exclude them or fuck with them or make them look like an idiot. If he's forced to do a coffee run with them, purposefully slamming too hard on the breaks so that one of the drinks spills on them, going 'whoops' and saying nothing more, a smug grin on his face.

Purposefully not inviting them or including them in conversations, too, blatantly ignoring them and keeping eye contact with the others involved, refusing to acknowledge their existence, or even doing something petty like eating their lunch when he's out on a call, snapping at them if they try to ask him if he ate their food.

Lowkey, but also very highkey toxic. He doesn't like new recruits on his team and he makes that a known fact. If you try and be nice with him, if you try and get on his good side, you better be doing something fucking incredible or else he'll just view it negatively and that hate will brew further.

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ohworm-writes · 8 months

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Drafting out a full fic right now for Fireman!Schlatt and new recruit reader because I love the idea so much of Schlatt just being fully against anyone new who comes into the firehouse, like- just being so passive aggressive and snarky and cold and just mean to them because he's extremely critical about anyone who joins.

Because, like, duh, of course he would. He's worked this job and at this house since he graduated high school. He's seen so many people go in and out of this job, he can't even count it on both of his hands twice over. And he fuckin' knows how all of the new people who are joining are doing it to boost their own egos and feel important and have people swoon over them.

Because who wouldn't want that, right?

And he's seen this exact same pattern over and over and over and over again and he's so fucking sick of it that he's just a dick to anyone new who joins. Not enough for it to get him in trouble or be considered a problem, but enough that it gets his point across that he does not like you and is completely comfortable and open with that fact.

And then boom. New recruit reader joining being so fucking excited because they've been trying for years to get into the profession. Whether it be they weren't in the best physical shape, or they didn't pass their test, or they didn't have the right qualifications or what, even if it was none of that. Becoming a firefighter is hard because the competition is so high- especially if you're in New York.

And so, after so many hard years of trying and studying and working out and doing everything under the sun to get in and they finally- finally get that badge? God they are so fucking happy and so fucking ready to put all of their training and all of the things they've learned to use and they're so eager to learn more.

And then joining Ladder 131.

And fuck.

Enter Fireman!Schlatt who decided that he fucking hates his life and that he should have chosen a different career the second he hears the reader talking with the Fire Chief at 6:30 in the morning, introducing themself to him and listening as he talks about the station and their duties and how he'll have them get toured around by someone and-

Oh, hey, Schlatt! Come here for a second!

He hasn't even had a cup of coffee yet and he's already so willing to bash his skull repetitively into the fire pole until his head concaves around it. He would rather spend the rest of his life living in Manhattan than be at the house right now. He would rather cheer for the Mets than have to pretend to be all nice with the new recruit because he fucking knows he won't be able to last a few seconds before saying something that's just plain rude.

AND JUST- THE READER NOT BEING A PROBLEM AT ALL. Like genuinely? If Schlatt had met them outside of work? He probably would have clicked with them without any issue. Hell! They probably could become friends or more if he had met them outside of work!

But noooooo! They just had to be the new recruit, didn't they? They just had to come in with the most insufferable, annoying, irritating attitude (read: they literally just said 'hello!' and introduced themself professionally and were actually really kind and straightforward) and fuck up his entire life because now he has to tour them around the station and have them follow after him like a lost puppy.

(He knows it's wrong and a fucked way of thinking, but he considers pushing them down the fire pole without warning at least four times during that single interaction.)

And, okay, instead of the reader being all sunshine and rainbows and naive and whatnot, I present to you this idea: a reader who has just as much if not more attitude than Schlatt, who takes no shit from anyone. Like- they know Schlatt has a problem with them the second he introduces himself with the response of "Jay Schlatt. Pleasure." through gritted teeth and the coldest glare that he isn't even trying to hide.

Like- as he's touring them around, being all pissy and snarky and rude, them just going "You know, you could just, I don't know... act like an adult maybe and show me around and pretend to like me instead of being such a brat? Maybe? Light suggestion?" and keeping a neutral expression as they walk behind him casually, still taking in all of the information he's spilled and storing it in their mind.

Fireman!Schlatt, who swears on his fucking life he has never once in his life almost swung at a co-worker before, nor has the thought ever crossed his mind, but boy oh boy, did he almost just do it. And he's walking around silently fuming now, not even saying a word to the reader, like- he just passes a co-worker, gives them this look, points at you, and leaves.

Cause he will not be able to control himself if he's around you for another second, and this is now somebody else's job because he will, without a shadow of doubt, lose his if he stays with you.

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