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jschlatt who whispers to you
twitch dot tv slash jschlatt is online, and you’re well aware due to the loud personality voice schlatt has put on in the other room.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, the sound echoing throughout the house. you usually check into his streams, but right now your busy figuring out your hours for work and are in no need for distractions.
you look around the living room quickly for a red pen, needing to circle something on the page, but your efforts deem useless. you suddenly remembered schlatt took one into his office with him to do a bit.
you didnt want to find a different red pen because you knew where that one was, so you quietly make your way down the hall before schlatts office.
his fans figured out about you through a lot of bits schlatt would make where he would tag you on twitter or tag any girl he posts on instagram with your username, so you weren’t a private couple, but you still weren’t twitch or youtube public.
you open the door timidly, trying to bring as little attention to yourself as possible. unfortunately for you, the shitty tiktok schlatt was watching just ended, and his spiel afterwards was done.
his head whipped to your direction, and he gave you a grin. you gave him a smile back, and he reached his hand out for you to grab.
you grab ahold of it and make your way behind his chair, head resting on the back of it as your hands snake their ways around his neck.
he speaks briefly to his audience, as he rocks the chair gently from left to right, moving your head along with it. before he looks up at you, eyes full of stars like he’s seen the greatest thing of the entire universe.
“whats wrong?” he whispers, gently. its not a breathy whisper, its just making his voice quieter so the mic can’t pick it up as well (it does still pick it up)
“i know you have a red pen in here and i really need it” you whisper quieter, the mic unable to hear you at all due to you being farther away and also a lot less loud than schlatt.
“oh right yeah,” he reaches to the left of his desk, and grabs the pen. “just be careful its a bit finicky.” he mumbles. his hands reach up to where yours rest around his shoulders, and he gently brings it to his lips, kissing the back of your palm gently.
you smile, take the pen from his grasp, and then peck your head down to kiss the crown of his head, his hair ticking your face. you then break away from him, and thats when you remember he was still live. your face briefly flushes.
schlatt also seemed to have forgotten, as he stares at you grinning as you leave, before he brings his full attention back to the screen. the chat is running like crazy, simply saying your name in all caps and many awws. schlatts cheeks are painted red.
“alright alright chat moment of weakness, lets get a move on.” he continues to stream, but it seems after that encounter; he seemed much happier for the remainder duration of the time live.
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schlatt just waltzing into the kitchen, slapping your ass with a sharp sting. hand lingering on your waist, his pelvis pressing against your ass. “mm, dinner smells nice, bub.” fingertips digging into your side, eager to have you in his hands. one hand snaking up your loose fitting shirt to cup your breast in his large hand. “can you hurry up so i can fuck you?” softly muttering, his desperation evident in his squeezing. “or, i can pull your shorts to the side and fuck you whilst you’re being a good little housewife, hmm?”
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april fools
let’s say you’ve been hyping up getting an onlyfans for a while
schlatt is 100% on board
he tweets, jokingly, not that he can’t wait for the drop
then a day before the drop you post a thumbnail for your first video
it has a picture of you and ted on the front with, um, phallic shaped items censored in black
the title? Stuffing My Holes ft. TedNivison
everyone is freaking out as the thumbnail goes viral
Schlatt’s heart is in his ass from fear
did you actually fuck ted? is this a joke?
everyone else is freaking out because you just posted the thumbnail and said nothing else
well except ted tweeting out “had a real fun time filming this one ;)”
FUCK EVERYONE CAN’T WAIT FOR THE VIDEO TO DROP!
everyone except schlatt who’s panicking
completely terrified to watch the video and see you fuck his best friend
then it’s april 1st and the video drops
everyone is watching
and yeah they watch you stuff your holes for sure
just not the one they expected
it’s over an hour and half of you and ted getting high, eating food and talking shit about people
it’s almost hilarious
schlatt is relieved
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sweet as sugar ꨄ
— sfw: schlatt with a s/o who bakes —
schlatt likes to joke that it’s your fault he’s such a “fat fuck”
he also loves to call you nicknames that kind of relate to baking like sugar, honey, sweetie, etc.
he’ll leave his stream for a minute and come back snacking on your latest creation because the kitchen always has some kind of treat
schlatt also has done a few baking streams with you, though it’s much more chaotic than your usual baking
he’ll try not to waste your ingredients, but he can’t help throwing some flour at you or swiping some icing on your cheek if he gets bored
his other bit for the streams is just saying a bunch of innuendos about how much he “loves your goodies”
occasionally schlatt tries to seriously help you bake, but he just spends the time sneaking tastes and holding you from behind while he asks questions
“why can’t you combine everything at once” and “how is this dough different from the other one you just made”
he likes to sing to you while you bake
one day while you’re making a wedding cake for one of your friends, he’s holding you from behind and humming softly, then quietly speaks up
“do you think you’ll make our wedding cake”
overall baking with schlatt is either chaotic and funny, or sweet and domestic
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living w schlatt hcs
guys im down so bad this week and with today's p.o. unboxing i fear it only got worse. anyways i just had a bunch of thoughts ab what it would be like to live w schlatt while y'all are dating. so these are my hcs. (also i am like incredibly new to writing original material so lmk if this is any good fr)
-this is not the first or last time this will be said but this man is an ass grabber. as soon as he knows it's something you're okay with? he's doing it. not in public, bc in my head he's not big on PDA, but when you're at home? every time he passes by you it's a grab of the ass and a big cheesy grin and he sometimes even a kiss on the cheek
-again, not the first time anyone has mentioned this, but this man is giant. 6'4. so he's def a big fan of the hug from behind. he likes to tower over you and kiss the top of your head. whether you're cooking, cleaning, looking out the window, or admiring jambo on his cat tree; he will come up and squeeze you into a hug from behind with no warning.
-"toots, come here rq" just to ask for a kiss while he's working or editing. simply as motivation to keep going. he says "it's like a reward" and you happily oblige.
-since he doesn't really stream anymore, he doesn't play a lot of video games, but when he does, he lets you sit in his lap as long as you sit still and don't distract him... (obviously you do sometimes... not your fault you have needs and he looks so cute when he's focused...)
-the drunk chuckle sandwich episode had me thinking about you playing bartender for him and making him different drinks to try since he usually just drinks straight from the bottle. he would say some shit like "i'm ngl i didn't know you could make it taste that good." bc nobody ever really bothered to make him try different cocktails until you
-super domestic dancing in the kitchen to old music. duke ellington and etta james and all different kinds of jazz and old love songs, it doesn't matter bc he is spinning you around and kissing you softly as it plays in the background while he sings to you.
-not to be cringe but he would sooo be into that thing those couples do when the smaller partner says "uppies!" and then the other one picks them up. except it would just be a look you give him and putting your arms out with a grabby motion and he would know.(bc im sorry the thought of saying uppies makes me wanna gag) he would pick you up and carry you around like a koala with your legs wrapped around his torso AND he's happy to do it. but just at home bc like i said he's not really into pda.
-he would so take candid pics of you at golden hour. you'd just be in the living room looking out the window with jambo or {redacted} and admiring the sunset and next thing you know there's a disposable camera or the little girl camera right in your face. he would so say some stupid shit to get you to laugh and then snap the picture. but once he gets one, you force him to hop in the frame while holding the other cat so you can get a cute little family pic while the lighting is good. obviously, you made it your background within the next ten minutes. and he made his background the candid picture of you the second he got the pictures onto his phone.
ok so hi!! i hope these fed you a little im so incredibly new to this whole writing thing but this was a lot of fun for me so if you have any suggestions i think my ask box is open? idk how those work but im sure i can figure it out. thanks for reading i know i yapped quite a bit LMAO
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teasing jschlatt hc's
summary | teasing ur boyfriend at his friend's house backfires
pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader
warnings/cw | smut, choking, public sex, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, no prep, jealous!schlatt
!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!
not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!
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❧ teasing schlatt around his friends is not for the weak...
❧calling his dick small and making fun of his stroke game
❧ he just sits there and takes it
❧ tongue against his cheek
❧ sucking on his teeth
❧ you see the look he's giving you but it only fuels the fire
❧ whispering & laughing with his friends...especially ted
❧ so he waits till he sees you sneak upstairs to the bathroom
❧ follows you and doesn't even try to make it not obvious
❧ pushes the door open so hard as you're washing your hands it makes you jump
❧ "what are you do- shut the fuck up and turn around."
❧ his hand is gripping your throat, slightly cutting off ur air supply
❧ man handles you how he wants when you don't move
❧ ripping a hole in your fishnets bc he's too impatient
❧ "aren't you gonna prep me ?"
❧ "nah you can barely even feel it, right ?"
❧ thrusting balls deep in the first go
❧ doesn't let you hold back any of your pretty noises
❧"stop holding back. let it out. let. it. the. fuck. out."
❧ he accentuates his demands by thrusting harder after each word
❧"who owns this pussy?"
❧"yeah scream my fucking name, baby. let everyone know who makes you into the real slut you are."
❧ he's not stopping till you scream on his dick so loud the whole house knows what's going on in that bathroom
❧ "keep on crying. love how pretty you sound when you beg like that."
❧ he walks you back downstairs with mascara running down your face, hickeys covering your neck & chest, ripped fishnets, and cum running down your shaky legs
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schlatt the kinda guy to let u sit on his lap to do his make up then get a boner 🤷♀️
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minors dni
schlatt wanting you to do his makeup for a stream, appealing to his female audience. "this would be a lot easier if you let me shave the chops bubbas." you joked with him, pulling out a razor. "hell no, only my barber can touch these." he stroked them, the pointed to his lap and pulled you down so you could sit. "so you're eye level short stuff."
he thought he was fine with you sitting there, but he underestimated exactly how much wiggling you would be doing. moving up to do his eyebrows, back down to check if they were even, bouncing back to do his eyeshadow and scooting to see if the wings were sisters or twins.
his mind drifted briefly to last night's activities, that started somewhat similarly; you sitting in his lap excitedly bouncing as you watched a movie. he shook himself out of his daydream, hearing the tts say something about how cute you were. "she's all mine, ain't she just the cutest?"
you finished up your handiwork, bouncing again in excitement. "doesn't jay look so pretty?"
he ended the stream soon after and washed his face with the clothe you handed him. "why'd we stop? i was having fun!" "we stopped, princess, because of all your wiggling an' bouncin'. now we got a problem." he thrusted his hips into yours and you giggled. " i can help with that..."
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Chuckle Sammy || Falling Asleep In His Lap (HC)
(In this HC you fall asleep on their lap at a party / get together)
Leave me some detailed or vague fic requests or HC ideas plz I’m all out and I need some inspiration 😭😭😭
❥ Jschlatt:
▷ The second he notices you’re asleep he goes protection mode.
▷ He won't allow anyone within a 5-foot radius of you, fearing that their presence might wake you.
▷ He knows how hard you’ve been working lately and insists that you catch up on sleep, even if it’s at a party.
▷  Whenever someone close to you makes an obnoxiously loud noise, he'll respond with a stern glare and a finger to his lips.
▷ He tenderly traces soothing shapes on your back or arms with his fingertips.
▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to take some silly pictures. Using Snapchat filters or just terrible angles and lighting
▷ He will take some wholesome pictures too, of course. Spamming his snapchat story with your face.
▷ As the night progresses, and people get louder he makes the call to head home.
▷ He doesn't bother waking you up; instead, he simply scoops you up in his arms, carefully carrying you out to the car.
▷ On the drive home, he ensures the car stays at the perfect temperature, keeps the music volume low, and skillfully navigates around any potholes.
▷ Once home he takes it upon himself to get you ready and into bed.
Once home, he takes it upon himself to get you ready for bed. Carrying you inside from the car, he softly lays you down on your shared bed, while he rummages around the closet to find one of his hoodies for you to wear. Gently he’ll change you out of your party outfit and into his oversized hoodie, possibly waking you up in the process.
“Hm? Where are we?” You mumble very confused by the chnage in surroundings.
“Shh we’re home now toots, let’s finish getting you ready for bed.”
You easily complied as he instructed you to lift your arms, then he pulled his hoodie over you.
"There we go," he says, his voice now deeper as he too was growing tired.
Together you both cuddled up together in your bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.
❥ Ted:
▷ Once he realizes you’re asleep he goes full mom mode.
▷ He'll take care to delicately adjust you, making sure you’re comfortable and preventing you from waking up sore.
▷ Looks around for a blanket. If he can’t find one he’ll use the jacket/button up off his own back to keep you warm.
▷ I can see him being the type to still mingling around at the party as you sleep on the couch but he’s never more than a few feet away from you, constantly looking over and checking in
▷ If he's not up and mingling with other partygoers, he's right by your side, talking casually to those closest to him, running his hands through your hair, and tracing your face as you lay on his legs.
▷ As the night winds down and people start to leave, he'll softly wake you, ensuring you're okay and offering a refreshing glass of water.
"Y/n, come on, it's time to go," Ted softly spoke, gently rubbing your shoulder.
"Hmm?" you grumbled, slowly sitting up from where you lay on the couch.
"It's getting late, hun. We should probably get going," he explained, offering you his extended hand.
Slowly, you grabbed his hand and rose to your feet, resting your body against his.
He let out a soft laugh before saying, "Would my tired baby like a piggyback ride?”
You nodded, rubbing your eyes. Swiftly, he bent down, allowing you to climb up onto him before securing your legs with his arms. Sleepily, you laid your head against his shoulder, the subtle movement of his walking occasionally swaying your tired head.
▷ Once to the car he softly places you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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snowy mornings - jschlatt x reader
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit suggestive at the end :)
wordcount: 1.1k
a/n: its not even close to winter but i wrote most of this in one sitting so enjoy hehe
(moodboard by me, pictures not mine)
The sun barely peeks past the clouds. Small sprinkles of snow are still falling from the gray sky as Schlatt leaves the house.
He's all bundled up. He's wearing at least four layers underneath his coat, something his mother always insisted he do. A hat that you got him as a gift is snug on his head and thermal gloves he's had since he was sixteen keep his hands warm.
He looks through one of the windows of the house as he walks to the sidewalk, knowing you are still sleeping. He wishes he could be back in bed with you. Wishes he could have you in his arms. Wishes he was wrapped in blankets with you by his side as the heater warms the room.
But he's got a shovel in his hand, carrying the thing over his shoulder while he goes to the corner of the block, freezing his ass off even through all the layers.
His poor neighbors, elderly and helpless. They always thanked him whenever he shoveled for them, asking their children to come over and bring him some baked goods once the afternoon came. He didn't do it for some reward or anything, he knew some fucker would try to fall on their unshoveled property and “sue them for all they're worth,” as he told you one time. He just wanted to help them out and make sure their pathways were cleared.
He forgot to bring headphones out, so instead of blasting King Krule and Radiohead, he listened to the scraping of the metal against the concrete. The scraping that echoed throughout the entire block, likely waking light sleepers from their slumber. You were one of those light sleepers, and yet you stayed asleep.
It was taxing going around the corner and back to his house to clear pathways for walkers alike. His neighbors would do it as well but in due time. They weren't early risers like he was. But only in the winter.
Memories of his father waking him and his brother up at ungodly hours to shovel after overnight blizzards crashed their way into New York. Those mornings were silent as well; it was like the grating scraping was music to his father's ears.
He managed to complete all the shoveling in less than an hour, his personal record.
Quickly walking back up the driveway as the sun completely rose, he placed the shovel against the garage and went back inside, shivering and stomping the snow out of his boots.
He yawned as he took his hat off. He placed it on the flat part of the handrail, looking at how the snow immediately started to melt into the fur. The gloves were next, he was shocked his fingers weren't completely numb. Then the jacket, also hastily hung next to yours, untouched since yesterday. The boots were left right by the door to be moved later as he walked up the stairs and to the bedroom where he discarded the extra layers.
He didn't see you stir as he entered the room. Even in your tired state, you could tell he was out of bed. You opened your eyes and saw him undressing, remaining in an old t-shirt from his father's college days and flannel pajama bottoms you often coveted.
You stretch, yawning softly. That gets his attention. He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You're shocked awake by how cold his nose is.
“You're so warm...” he says, your neck muffling his words.
“Baby, you're freezing,” you hum as you pull him into bed with you. “Did you go out and shovel?”
“I always do.”
“Aww...” you kiss him on the cheek as you wrap the blanket around him. “You're so good.”
He hums a response, cuddling close to you. He holds you tight against him, wrapping his limbs around you in an awkward manner.
“You are too fucking tall.” You joke.
“And you are too fucking beautiful,” He kisses your neck many times. “And warm.”
“Go back to sleep, honey. You need to rest.”
“'S long as I can hold you in my arms like this, I'll sleep forever.”
You giggle, your laughter turning into a soft yawn. “Even when you're tired as shit you're still corny...” Your eyes close as you begin to stroke his hair.
He wakes before you once more five hours later. Your hand is still resting on the side of his head while the hand where your wedding ring rests is closer to his face.
He shifts slightly so he can have a better view of you. Your mouth is slightly agape as you breathe, your nose too stuffed for you to breathe through it properly. He can see the gap between your two front teeth, something that makes your smile all the more beautiful.
You eventually wake to the sight of your husband watching you. He’s smiling softly, tiredness still present in his eyes. “Hey, you all warmed up?”
“I am… you’re so pretty…” He lays his head on your chest. You smile, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Stay here, I’m gonna go get something,” You say as you try to get out of bed. He tries to grab you and bring you back to bed. “Just give me ten minutes, fifteen at most.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You come back ten minutes later with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He’s sitting up at this point, a hand running through his messy hair. He smiles when he smells the steaming beverage and reaches his arms out as you place it on the bedside table. You get back into bed and snuggle close to him as he blows on the drink.
“You remembered the marshmallows…” Schlatt says, a yawn obstructing his words.
“Of course I did.” You say. He laughs softly and wraps an arm around you. He tries to take a sip of the hot chocolate but hisses in pain as it burns his tongue.
“Aw, fuck.”
“Burns?”
“Yeah,” Schlatt waves a hand in front of his open mouth to try and ease the pain.
“Want me to kiss it better?” You joke. He nods, leaning close to you. You grin as you cup his face in your hands, the hair on his muttonchops tickling your palms. You press your lips to his softly, letting out a soft noise of surprise when he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He tastes like hot chocolate and home.
When you pull away, his face is tinted red. “All better?” You ask, feeling your face heat up.
“Um…” Schlatt pretends to think for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He tugs at the hem of your, his, sleep shirt.
“Oh… well I definitely need to do something about that.” You raise your arms above your head and allow him to take the garment off before leaning in once again.
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Fratboy!Jschlatt - Headcanons
⤷ pairing: fratboy!jschlatt x gn!reader
contains: swearing , mention of bimbos— , mentions of partying & drinking , angst if you squint , overwhelming toothrotting fluff
summary: headcanons of fratboy!jschlatt falling for you & your relationship!!<3
⋆ jay thinks he’s the biggest and toughest person, but in reality he’s a total softie.
⋆ he hates when he finds himself falling for someone that isn’t a stereotypical ‘bubble headed blonde bimbo’, meaning he’ll actually have to try to get noticed by them. he especially hates when he found himself falling for you.
⋆ you were just some nerd compared to him, you didn’t care for sports, you didn’t show up to parties or games, you were just focused on your studies and graduating college—!
⋆ at first he started annoying you; throwing papers on your desk, bumping into you, knocking your bag over. when he finally got a reaction from you, he was over the moon, even if you essentially told him to ‘fuck off’.
“jesus christ, jonathan! fuck off, you’re so annoying!” you groaned and grabbed the piece of paper he threw at you, looking back at him and tossed it right back. you didn’t understand why he was smiling so much at you.
“thanks, sweetheart.” he smiled and grabbed the paper, un-crubbling it to see the small note he had written for you, one asking you on a date. he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that you didn’t notice, but he knew one day you’d realize what the papers meant.
⋆ the second you started giving him attention, he was using it to his advantage. moving into bright colored sticky notes so they’d pop out on the brown desk, if they stuck to your black bag it was obvious he was messing with you.
⋆ he’ll follow you around the school when he can, making excuses like he’s simply going to class or lunch, but in reality he’s just attempting to admire you.
⋆ be purposely started failing the class you had together so the teacher would force you to help him, causing the two of you to become closer somewhat, but you were still insanely annoyed by him.
⋆ he would act so dumb when you point out an obvious answer, looking at you with big doe eyes in an attempt to get you to just give in and kiss him already; but we all know that’s not gonna happen (yet).
⋆ he starts inviting you to parties, not surprised when you decline his offers at first, but after so many times you give in and show up to a overcrowded frat hour at 12 AM.
“jay, what the hell?” you looked at him with a worried expression, seeing him already downing shots in the kitchen with his friends, who were busy hyping him up. he looked up at you with a soft gaze, approaching you and leaning down to whisper in your ear. “just have fun, toots. let loose a little.”
he had convinced you to have one shot of pure vodka some kid has gotten his hands on, the liquid burned going down, causing you to gag and reach for the nearest soda, which just so happen to be jay’s. you snatched it from his hand, drinking it quickly to get rid of the taste. “god, that was disgusting!” you didn’t even realize he was staring at your lips, thinking about how you technically kissed because your lips touched the same spot of the fan.
⋆ this boy can’t let it go. the sight of you at that party will forever be embedded in his brain. he had managed to get a picture of you with a wide smile on your face, his arm around your waist, and his lips making contact with your temple. which that picture was now his lock screen.
⋆ the first time you caught a glimpse of the picture, your face became red. he tried to ignore it, but simply couldn’t, finally giving in to ask you on a date.
⋆ he went on a whole rant about how much he liked you and how pretty he thought you were, his own face becoming flush as he waited for you to say something—anything!
⋆ of course when you said you felt the same, he practically lost his mind! this beautiful person he had been crushing on for months, liked him back?? it was unbelievable!
⋆ he was a little afraid to tell him frat bros at first, but was happy when they were cool with it, and even let him invite you over occasionally.
⋆ you had grown lowkey close with his best friend, ted, the two of you ganging up on jay occasionally and making fun of him.
⋆ for anniversaries he begs ted to help him set up stuff for you, it’s small at first, but as the numbers and amount of time get bigger, the more insane the date was!
“jay, where are you?” you called out into the empty frat house, furrowing your brows at the fact the lights weren’t on and most people were probably asleep, forcing you to use your phone flashlight to not wake anyone. you made your way to his room, slowly creaking the door open, being greeted by the entire frat house shooting confetti poppers at you and screaming their heads off.
“jesus! what are you guys doing?” you pushed the confetti out of your face, looking up to see jay holding up a bouquet and a poster reading out ‘happy 1 year!’. you could feel the blush rising to your face, smiling widely and rushed into his arms, earning a kiss on the head and him mumbling against your hair. “i love you, sweetheart.”
⋆ by the time you two graduated together, everyone was fully convinced you were gonna get married. even professors knew you two were dating, some purposely seating you two far apart so you wouldn’t be all up on one another— even though you weren’t.
⋆ he had bought you a necklace for graduation, one that matched a ring he wore on his ring finger. the entire time he was waiting for your name to be announced, a wide smile on his lips as he finally heard it, probably being the loudest to clap and cheer.
⋆ after your friends all met up with each other, you tucked under his arm and his hand rubbing your side. he occasionally placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling against your skin about how he was so proud of you and how much he loved you.
⋆ of course— you moved in with each other, living in the same apartment complex as some of his buddies, where all of you would often meet up and hold small parties, just like the ones in college.
tags: @teddysboy , @riverwritez , @asterjaxx , @luv4luci
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schlatt had to remind himself every day, every night, and every time he saw you that the two of you were nothing more than friends.
we're just friends, he'd think while you'd cuddled up to him during a movie at his place. we're just friends, he'd repeat in his head when you slept in his bed despite him having a guest room. we're nothing more than friends, he'd let the words bounce around his head when you kissed cheek, and his forehead, and occasionally his lips.
here you were again before him, crying into his shoulder. your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, legs on either side of him while you sat on his lap in the living room. he listened to your cries and complaints and sobs, rubbing soothing circles into your back, under your shirt. he cooed at you and shushed you. ”she didn't deserve you y/n, you've gotta know that.”
he pressed a short kiss atop your head, rocking you side to side in his lap, much like one would a baby. still, the tears poured from your eyes. ”no use wastin' your pretty tears on her.” it really did break his heart to see you hurting over anyone, much less someone who claimed to be your friend, especially when he treated you so much better. we're just friends. but it was true, you both knew it, that he'd make a much better boyfriend as shown by how close the two of you already were. he'd even a wonderful husband one day, and you knew his spouse would be the luckiest person in the world. we're just friends. the unspoken words seem to stop him from saying anything else, anything he really wanted to tell you.
then you pulled your head up from his tear-soaked shirt, looking at him with this frown that just made him hurt. your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were red and you were sniffling horribly, but even as he looked up at you like this, you were so pretty. his lips parted as he took in how you looked above him, and your eyes flicked between his bright irises and his lips, that looked oh so soft. slowly, you leaned in, pressing a gentle, short, sweet kiss to his lips. you couldn't see how his pupils dilated or how his free hand tensed close to your thigh. he couldn't help but want more. we're just friends. right. and if you weren't friends, you wouldn't be here, in his lap, staining his shirt, letting him see you a mess, letting his hands over your skin, kissing him. if you weren't friends, there'd be someone else having you as he did. for now, being friends would have to be enough for him.
his lips pulled up into a smile, as if you didn't just kiss him. ”how about, we make some popcorn and then watch a movie in my room, hm? you can get some rest and i can keep an eye on you.” if it had been anyone else, you would've gotten up and left, but it was schlatt, and he was a good friend. with a sniffle, you nodded a yes to him.
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jschlatt whos a bit too handsy
contrary to popular belief, im a believer in ‘i wanna always be touching you’ jschlatt, so i feel if youre in public, hes always got his hand on yours, his arm around your shoulder, snaking around your waist, etc.
hed go as far as to hold some of your bags just so you both have hands free so he can grip at yours.
if you’re insecure about sweaty hands? SO???? he does not care. thats our sweat now.
when at home, he still has that mindset.
if you’re both in the living room, and you came in after and sat away from him, he’ll (in a very short time) make his way over to you, head in your lap and staring up at you like you’re the moon and the stars.
he loves to grab at your face, your shoulders; which then changes to him dragging his hands across your body.
he loves your waist, he often finds himself simply perching his hands there, and resting his head in the crook of your neck.
he loves when you sit yourself on his lap, facing him, he can look at you completely. hes completely starstruck.
he loves your thighs, he likes to grab and knead them in his hands, as well as that he loves to drag his lips over them, when he finds himself down there (its more often than you think)
he cant get over your back, hes just hypnotized the way its so clean, not a single flaw, but ready to be messed up by him soon. he loves how it arches, the bend in your back almost setting him off alone.
he puts his hand between your shoulder blades often, the gap being perfect to accommodate his hand between them.
he loves to hold you, he loves when you curl into him and when your breath is tickling his neck, whether it’s uneven or perfectly rhythmical, hes just happy his arms can engulf you and keep you near him
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put a finger down if you want a broad, cuddly man with mutton chops to let you lay on him. your head cradled in the nook of his chest, his fingers daintily grazing along your scalp as you drift off into sleep. wearing his hoodie as your own whilst he whispers you sweet nothings. “you’re so pretty layin’ there all peacefully like that.” his voice low, gravelly but affectionate.
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Schlatt trying to be subtle about his crush around you
It's just a funny idea to me especially if his crush was invited to be on Chuckle Sandwich
ted would do this to fuck with schlatt 100%
you’re mutuals with schlatt on instagram, twitter, whatever
when you got a dm from ted asking if you’d like to be on the following week and you agreed
you were good friends with ted, but you didn’t really talk to schlatt one on one like you did with ted
the SECOND Schlatt sees you walking in he’s blushing
he’s subconsciously smiling, like has the biggest, dopiest smile ever but refuses to admit it even tho everyone can see it
he fidgets with whatever he can find to distract himself from looking at you directly and smiling like a dork
subconsciously looks at your lips as you talk, bite them, etc.
his hand subconsciously reaches for yours but he pulls away when he notices
makes crude comments
he will purposely be a little mean so no once suspects anything
but he’s nice enough that you aren’t offended or mad
if you flirt with ted, even if it’s just jokingly, schlatt is offended
“Ted is doing pretty good in the fashion department right now, he’s like a sexy, slutty, bisexual stay at home dad”
“am i like a sexy slutty dad?” schlatt pipes up defensively
“maybe” you say teasingly
he’s getting jealous but won’t admit it
but everyone can tell, he’s pouting when you don’t pay attention to him and whiny for your attention
he plays it off as a bit but it’s obviously not
will literally cling to you, call you mommy and whine once again “as a bit”
and then is mean again so no one suspects anything
someone needs to tell this man that everyone knows and he isn’t being sneaky about it
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schlatt, who’s secretly married to you. he’s very diligent about making sure his wedding ring is off and hidden whenever he makes content. then, the fuck, marry, kill episode of chuckle sandwich happened, with tucker showing off his wedding ring and ted showing off all of his rings. when ted challenges schlatt to “bling himself up, like a little slut” in the future, schlatt decides it’s finally time. so, the intro to the next episode is schlatt showing up with his wedding ring on and showing it off.
“yeah, i got this ring a while ago. don’t know how much of a slut it makes me, but i’d do anything f’ my partner.”
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taking care of a sick schlatt hcs
since the big guy is sick, but still streaming, here are some of the thoughts i’ve been having about what it would be like to take care of him as a partner (being extra parasocial today)
-he would be reluctant in accepting your care at first. a. he doesn’t want to get you sick bc then you will just both be miserable and he would rather take care of you b. he would hate to be the reason you start feeling bad c. he’s super protective over you and doesn’t want to see you sick it would make him sad
-however, after some compromising to make sure you don’t get yourself sick with his cold, he lets you begin to baby him
-in the morning, you wake up in the guest room, so the two of you don’t share too much of the same air (as much as it kills you to not be near him)but you go and make him breakfast before he wakes up
-as much as he bitches about not liking the taste of honey, you make him a special warm drink you think he will like containing whiskey, lemon, cinnamon, and just enough honey to help him, but not enough for him to notice. (a hot toddy, also known as the south’s cough syrup) this should help with his sore throat even though his morning voice combined with his sick voice and rasp makes him very hard not to kiss. it’s very sexy.
-once you know he’s awake you bring him his breakfast in bed with a smile on your face and a kiss on the napkin in your red lipstick that he loves so much. the two of you were usually very affectionate and the necessary distance has you losing it a little bit.
-once he’s awake he’s already back to work bc “the grind doesn’t stop baby” he says. but you are popping in every hour to make sure he doesn’t need any medicine, tissues, or water
-throughout his work day you are bringing him mandatory visits from jambo and [redacted] for snuggles that you can’t give him. you say “this cuddle is from me except it’s jambo bc you refuse to give me your sickness”
-you had the great idea of using the throat numbing spray(chloraseptic) you’d bought for other reasons… for it’s actual intended use. grabbing it from the bedside drawer you bring it to his office. “woah toots i appreciate you wanting to make me feel better, but i think that breaks our agreement on not getting you sick” he says. “nice try but i was thinking more about its medicinal use. open up and say ah.” you tell him as you spray it down his throat. “feel any better?” you ask. “no wonder you like this stuff so much! i can’t feel a thing and plus it tastes like cherries!” he says as he pokes at you
this next part is so long it is literally a one shot oops but i had the idea and ran with it! and it fits the theme!
-you tell him if he refers to blowing his nose as “blowing a load” on stream again there will be hell to pay. ofc he doesn’t care and does it anyway and you make him pay for it later on in the bedroom
end note: hello!! hope you enjoyed!! most of this is inspired by stuff he’s said on stream today and yesterday and the little interaction i had with him on todays stream (still freaking the fuck out over it btw. if you haven’t seen the clip i posted it on here. not to brag but i made the mf cackle)
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