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simpliao · 2 years

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let you break my heart again ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : silly to think he ever belonged to you.

info : based upon the song of the same name by the ever gorgeous Laufey, and shouldn't be by Luke Chiang, i love them both amazing songs that I completely recommend. cheating, depressive themes, mention of disordered eating, angst, I cried while writing this.

a/n : I have been so busy, and totally not based on experience lmao. I just needed to vent, so I hope you enjoy and can feel the hurt I'm currently going through <3 I'll see you guys in another four months

Shouldn't be.

Love shouldn't hurt this much. It shouldn't be killing me this much on the inside.

'maybe next week n/n, you know I'm busy.'

The message was all too familiar, barely legible as the world only became blurrier as tears flooded my eyes. My throat closed up, and I could only muster to text back as I always have.

'it's no problem! Can't wait for next week then :)'

I knew this song and dance would only follow into next week, my message left read and unanswered for what I know would be another dry answer hours in the future.

Laid upon a dishevelled bed, my eyes flickered my glance to my side, golden hour having already passed and no more light seeped into my room. My apartment for so many weeks deafly silent, my mind playing cruel tricks upon my heart when I could have sworn I heard his laugh echo off these walls. Always nothing more than a cope for what we've become, the sound of my own breathing and distant city sounds being my only comfort.

When that comfort used to me his arms, his hold, the gentle kisses upon my forehead and admissions of how beautiful he found me to be. No longer have I felt that way, not since. Just thinking about him causes me to choke back a sob, I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Not after I told myself I'd go with the flow, if he didn't care I wouldn't either.

He. Burnt auburn hair I still remember glowing when we'd drive out to the countryside to get a better view of the sunset at eight. Stupid jokes he'd make that would always draw a laugh out of me, his smile burnt in all corners of my mind; to only now haunt me every time I closed my eyes. He still stayed, even if I knew the same couldn't be said on his side.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this right now.

Leaving myself occupied in my mind, letting myself drown in thoughts and memories. If I were to shift my eyes I'd be able to see the school project sitting upon my desk, waiting to be done. And yet here I was, eyes permanently fixated upon the ceiling with my AirPods at its highest volume. Caught up in looking back.

He promised me to always be honest, that I was his and he was in turn mine. Those empty promises almost as empty as my stomach, the attempt of trying to get the sustenance into my body made me sick. Something would trigger of memory of us, and whatever sorry attempt at a meal I've managed to scrape together would be doused in salty tears; inedible. So empty I felt, I should have known; it's my fault.

He never had the best reputation. Twitter would have said 'told you so', Jeremiah Schlatt was never seen as a saint in the online sphere. When it came out that the two of us were friends, it shocked the community. Who would think? Two opposites would have such chemistry. Someone as blunt, sarcastic and cynical could pair so well with someone known to be so sweet, genuine.

That's all he ever wanted people to think, I question now if that's all he wanted us to be– with benefits to him.

Empty promises that when this or that would be sorted out, or when he'd be done planning something special he'd be ready to take on the responsibility. Everyone knew him to be the non-committal type, and yet he whispered into the cuff of my ear in our most intimate moments that he was mine– and mine alone.

And I supposed I was the fool to believe him.

From hours to days left on delivered, mute excuses to follow and never ending cancelled plans. We weren't together, yet he still gave the vague illusion that it was so. The use of private nicknames gave the feeling of being significant to him, and yet what we did behind closed doors was kept a tight-knit secret.

Now even wrapped up in comforters and bundled up in my warmest sweaters I still felt so cold, where his arms and warmth used to envelop now are permanently, bitterly frigid. The only thing keeping me going was foolish hope that I knew kept me foolish.

He wasn't coming back, not so long as he had my friends wrapped around his fingers. Pretending to not hear his flirty remarks while they giggled without knowing a thing ate me up from the inside.

I'd never say a thing either, lest I become the bad guy. Why couldn't I let him talk with his friends? Why couldn't he get time alone? His world didn't revolve around me so why are you acting crazy? You're wrong. We aren't even together... yet.

That last word used to tease and keep me in place, if I was good then that yet could become a maybe, and down the road a yes. I knew this was bullshit, meant to keep me where he wanted me. So he can feign guilt and use me all over again. I knew what I was, I was a toy for his amusement.

And I knew it all. I knew he didn't care about me, how his words would hurt, how he would lead me on with no more intentions than just a bit of fooling around. His eyes would wander, and a part of me hoped he'd never come back.

Because if he did I'd act the same, scared of being a nuisance, scared of being called mean names or seeing his gentle features turned malicious. I needed time for myself, and I knew I needed to cut him off to heal the scars he's left upon my heart. Keeping him close only hurt so much more, but it was a choice between loneliness or... More loneliness.

Until then, however, I'll just let you break my heart all over again.

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brekkiebrakkiebreakkie · 2 years

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Something I will never forgive inniters for doing i think is for turning on ctubbo and spreading the narrative that he was selfish during the exile arc

As if he didn't fight for cTommy to get lighter punishment in the midst of his cabinet trying to undermine him, pressure from outside sources to punish more severely lest they start another war, and cTommy himself fighting against everything ctubbo decided on

#tubbo #tommyinnit #i am a tubbo apologist before anything else actually #clingy duo #dream smp #bridge-talks #and dont get me wrong i love tubbos ram design but the fact that its from people saying hes beimg just like schlatt in completely different #scenarios makes me hhhhhhhhhhhhhh but in an angry way

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dyketubbo · 11 months

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pokemon is one of those things where i cant always engage in it as autistically as i want to but its still something with so much potential it makes my heart ache. every now and again i think of a dsmp pkmn au where its schlatts funeral and he has a wimpy little wooloo, clearly not well taken care of, laying by the coffin. and tubbo holds it close and tells it he knows schlatt didnt really treat either of them right but if wooloo would do tubbo the honor of being his companion maybe tubbo could show it a kinder life. and despite how much strife tubbo goes through and how awful his life ends up being hes still able to bring out his lil (not so little once it evolves, but still) buddy and hold it close and go im sorry, theres still so much to suffer through, but at least i can still be kind to you

#mask mews #tubbo #dsmp #dsmp au #this specific scenario is something thats stuck with me for years btw .#like specifically tubbo taking care of schlatts abandoned wooloo after he dies

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unbrandedpam · 10 months

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The dots have been connected so successfully

#wil -> cav tom -> necro #schlatt -> cav Q -> necro #Tubbo is here SOMEWHERE #I have no clue where though #techno -> cav (OBVIOUSLY) phil -> necro #mmmmmrrmmrmrmr #cD is gonna be the equivalent of Cytherea so his necro will probably be punz #orrrrr hmm. either that or cD is gonna have to be on the same level as the leader of the first house cause of the whole revival = reincarnat #IDK !! this will never exist anywhere but I’m nothing but a sucker for making up scenarios and then giving up #talking into the mic

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years

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I want c!Schlatt to be revived just so I can get watch him die again and then maybe he can be revived again because he didn’t get to do anything last time but then a piano falls on his head and that’s so tragic so he’s revived again to make it fair and then he contracts carbon monoxide poisoning and then he gets revived again and-

#tbh the only one who’d die in this scenario is cc!Schlatt for having to do minecraft rp again

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natspats · 2 months

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do you ever think about schlatt popping in on your stream just to mildly annoy you sometimes (rare chance w jambo in hands) and stands in the back of the room like an anomaly (silly big guy!) and resder just ignores it while holding back their laugh-

aUGH I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE SILLY STREAM/RECORDING SCENARIOS AAAAA ngl they're so much fun to play around with teehee🤭🤭🤭🤭

-⁉️ anon

AHHHH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN ⁉️ANON 🙏🏻

“alright chat, what are we doing today, what are we feeling?” you say after finally reading out all of your donations.

as you look through your game library, you aren’t paying attention to the chat box, until you see everyone spamming the same word.

“schlatt”

“SCHLAGH”

“schlutt”

“IS THAT SCHLATT?”

you open your obs window and look at yourself before-

you mutter a small “christ” and jump upon suddenly seeing your boyfriend behind you.

“🧍🏻‍♂️”

(this moment will definitely be clipped)

he stands behind you holding jambo, both boys staring straight into your camera, with no expression.

you let out a small “pfft” and a small breathy laugh before regaining your composure.

“why are you guys all spamming schlatt? is he in my chat?”

which makes chat go nuts,

“NO LOOK BEHIND YOU!”

“BEHIND YOU”

“HES JUST STANDUNG YHERE”

“JAMBO IS THERE”

you bite your lip with a smile before holding it down with a fake confused expression.

“what are you guys talking about? i think y’all are seeing things. you guys can be a bit crazy.”

“woman.” schlatt says out of nowhere as he stands there expressionless with his expressionless cat.

“HE JUST TALKED”

“WOMAN”

“HOW DID YOU NOT HEAR THAT”

“wowww and now you guys are hearing things? i’m kinda concerned for you…” you trail off

“there’s no one there chat!! i promise” you give a cheeky smile and look straight into the camera the same as your boyfriend is doing.

a beat of silence, the music of your stream playing softly in the background. until its interrupted by-

“love you woman”

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n

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ohbabydollie · 2 months

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Schlatt with a breeding kink?

YES OMG

Schlatt pretends not to notice the way you coo at the babies in your family, picking them up and placing them on your hip. How you’ll happily play with them, bouncing them up and down or playing kitchen and pretending to eat their soup.

It’s cute and Schlatt holds back from doing anything irrational, well tries, really hard!

He tries until they want to play house and they have you poking out your stomach. When they decide they need something bigger they look around for something to put up your shirt and make you look pregnant when they find a fake pregnancy belly and make you put it on.

The scene looks heavenly, you nice and pregnant with his baby, surrounded by children in the cutest clothes ever.

Not even to mention the way you rub the fake belly, pretending to be pregnant for their amusement. The way you hold and coo at a babydoll the kids handed you once you “gave birth” to your “baby”

Schlatt couldn’t take his eyes off of you for one second, imagining all the scenarios happening in actuality.

He’s dragging you to the car not even 30 minutes later, trying to focus on the road but can’t stop himself from looking over at you, your stomach and back to the road.

Once you get home he’s dragging you inside and kissing you the second he has the door shut and locked. His hand is down your pants as he’s fingering you, feeling your wetness on his fingers and feeling the vibrations from your moans into his mouth, it’s too much.

You’re whining as he slips his hand out from between your legs and takes you to the bedroom.

“fuck princess, gonna breed ya so good” he mutters taking off your pants and pushing your legs up to your chest.

Schlatt is taking his cock out, teasing your clit with his tip until you’re soaked and whining for him to hurry up and breed you already!

He’s smiling, taking his time going in inch by inch, making sure you feel him inside and rubbing your clit with his thumb just to make sure you can feel him.

You’re letting out soft whines and moans as he does, “schlatt please!” you whine

“if you insist” he says slamming himself into you causing you to throw your head back and cry out for him “what? you were beggin’ for it n i gave you what ya wanted”

you wail underneath schlatt, him fucking you greedily. you let out a loud moan as he plays with your clit as well, it’s all too much for you as you milk his cock for all its worth.

your cunt is absolutely dripping around him as your muscles start to tighten, moans getting louder, his thrusts getting faster and harsher

“fuck! fuck! fuck! take it doll, take it all” he demands as you grip onto his shoulders and cry out for him

he thrusts into you, almost impossibly deeper as you let out a whine, feeling his cum splurt inside of you.

“gonna breed my pretty girl so fuckin’ good”

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt x reader smut #jschlatt smut #schlatt x reader smut #schlatt smut

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yumiis · 4 months

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ok this is gonna be SO cringe and self indulgent so be prepared

i saw this video and just immediately thought of schlatt :’)) he just seems like when he’s sleepy he’d be all cuddly n just a big baby!!!

ty for filling my little silly scenarios in my brain <33

oh shut up that's so cute.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 BEAUTIFUL BOY ; SCHLATT

　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; blurb

read below!

Jay was never one to show his affection towards you in public or during the day around others, but when it was after hours and in the confined space of your home, it was a different story.

It'd been a long day for both you and Jay, so it was always nice to lay down in bed together after those kinds of days. He'd been busy running errands, you'd been busy at your desk job, it was rough for the two of you.

He crawled into bed right next to you, immediately resting his head on your chest. "Hi baby.." You cooed at him. He just groaned in response. "Mmrrm." You softly chuckled, "Uh huh?"

He nodded slowly. You knew he was out of it; he was never really this cuddly. You smiled, speaking to him softly, "You're such a beautiful boy, you know?" He hummed, "My boy.." You rubbed his head, combing your fingers through his hair. "My beautiful, beautiful boy."

He smiled, leaning up slightly to kiss your jawline. "Mhm.." You grinned, looking down towards him. "I love you so much, honey.." He nodded, "Love you too."

#unlust fvck #mcyt #mcyt x reader #jschlatt #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #schlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader

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littleskeletonprincessss · 9 months

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Heyyyy yknow what we were just talking about? So, maybe you should write Schlatt getting mad and fucking the shit out of you

-In any context-

I’m totally not just asking this so I can complete all the drafts I have

Heyyyy, i'm going to use what we were talking about as the scenario for this. (For anyone confused, you can go read the post here (you definitely SHOULD go read it because) but tldr, Schlatt would throw a bitch fit trying to put a tent up. (The SHELTER kind, you filthy rats)

also, was definitely listening to ysf audio while doing this which kinda helped. Definitely recommend him if you haven't heard.

Just some HCs:

It definitely would have taken weeks and a couple blowjobs to convince Schlatt to take you camping.

When he finally gave in, the process didn't go smooth AT ALL.

You both somehow forgot to actually make reservations at a camping site, but you reassured him that you didn't need a campsite, you could just drive into the mountains somewhere.

So anyway it starts POURING rain.

And his car is getting dirty driving through all the mud puddles trying to find a place

Side note I think Schlatt is definitely the kind of man who babies his stupid car.

As much as he babies you, if not more

When you finally find a clearing, and the rain stopped, you both got out to set up camp

But come to find out the instructions for your tent were nowhere to be found.

Schlatt being who he is, insisted with every ounce of pride in his body, that he could figure the damn thing out.

He definitely muttered lots of swear words under his breath, along with the whole idea of this stupid trip

You'd been unloading the bed supplies and when you were done you noticed it was getting darker

So you innocently asked Schlatt if he wanted a little bit of help when you noticed that he'd made no progress

"No I don't want you goddamn help. I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Schlatt, come on, it's getting dark, let me help."

"Shut the fuck up. This whole stupid camping trip was your idea in the first place."

You could see Schlatt's eyes darken with anger and frustration and fuck was it hot.

"No."

Was it a good idea to say that right now? Oh absolutely fucking not. Did you care? Absolutely fucking not.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"You heard me."

Schlatt would stand up, throwing the bag of stakes down and walk to the pile of blankets before grabbing a big one off the top.

"I thought I fucking did. Fuck this fucking dumbass tent, I can blow your back out right here, now lay the fuck down."

After Schlatt would spread the blanket out you'd lay down on the slightly damp ground, barely having time to move a rock from under your back before Schlatt was pressing hard kisses against your neck, sucking harsh bruises.

"What, I don't even get a kiss first?"

Schlatts hand would immediately be on your throat.

"You need to shut your goddamn mouth. Make me drive to the middle of bum fuck nowhere with a stupid tent that won't stay up."

Schlatt would break up his sentences with nips to your neck.

His other hand would hold both of your above your head, pinning your wrists.

The nice thing about being in the middle of nowhere was you could be as loud as you needed and Schlatt made it his personal goal sometime to make you break the world record for loudest noise ever made.

He'd waste no time getting both of you naked so he could just fuck you already and sink the tent he never had trouble getting up between your thighs.

And he'd go HARD.

Taking every bit of anger out on you

"Yeah, that's my little bitch. Just a fucking little cumslut for me aren't you doll? That's all your good for apparently, since you can only come up with stupid ideas like camping"

"Open your fucking mouth." he'd say before spitting in it. "That's it, sweetheart, take it."

Man would go for hours he was so pent up, both of you coming multiple times together.

After he'd finally calmed down, when the sun was just coming up, he'd pull his underwear back on before dressing you in the warm pajamas you'd brought

Just some of his sweats and his Wilson hoodie

before wrapping you in a clean blanket and bridal carrying you to the passenger seat of the car

He'd get dressed and pack everything up before sliding in to his sit and leaning over the console to kiss you.

"You okay baby?"

Schlatt is aftercare king, always.

"Mmm" you'd mumble quietly

Starting the car, Schlatt would start driving home.

You'd turn to watch the trees pass by out the window before glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Schlatt I think you forgot the tent."

"Nope."

And he'd drive away without another word leaving a pile of canvas behind you.

Anyway sorry this was shit. <3

#schlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt smut #jschlatt smut

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lovable-liar · 8 months

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OMG THOUGHTS: being hasan's partner and another host on fear&? recently started watching the podcast and there's so much chaos going on lol

��𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻 + 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿& 𝗖𝗼-𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

🔞 One slightly NSFW point

So much to say, so little time…

I’m gonna break this down into scenarios and actual episodes!

QT absolutely lets you come to see Taylor, no questions asked. She loves you.

Will gets you a onesie based on your FAVORITE thing in this episode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmFb4kgGJ7c&t=2307s

Helping Hasan with his ear and being there to see this and having basically the same reaction as Hasan (41:06): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urq6k1eL3xw&t=2989s

Your guys’ reactions go viral on twitter and some couples make them into matching pfps.

(Maybe, possibly, trying it out with him?)

Sitting in between him and Will (you would definitely be best friends with Austin and QT but you are by far closest with Will)

On the days that you guys have had an argument, you sit next to QT and Austin sits between Will and Hasan instead, but later in the pod you guys make up:

“Welcome back to the Fear& podcast, today I am joined with my co-hosts: Will, Austin, QT and Y/N.”

“Oh, so I’m Y/N now?”

“Okay- can we just- establish for the podcast. Austin, QT and I got here and found Hasan and Y/N giving each other the silent treatment and I’d just love for you guys to tell the viewers why.” Will points out, sounding very amused.

“He called me Kaya.”

“It was an accident!”

“You think I’m a dog!”

“No I don’t!”

“Yeah, you do! You think I’m a big, slobbering dog!”

“Y/N.”

But then, Austin and Will get up to help the postmates guy get to the house (because you’re in a gated community) and QT has to take a call, leaving you and Hasan alone (minus Marche.)

“I didn’t mean to call you Kaya.”

“Mhm?”

“I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!”

“Sure you are.”

“I love Kaya.”

"Okay?"

“I love you.”

“Okay?”

“In a way it’s a compliment.”

“To be equated to a big, slobbering dog?”

“No. To be equated to another thing I love very much, regardless of what it is! I mean, at least I didn’t objectify you like Steven Crowder did with his wife recently!”

“You have such a way with words, Hasan.”

“I’m very sorry, though, darling.”

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment instead of talking about it.”

The chaos is INSANE!

Getting to have a gossip section with QT every episode <3

Being SUPER hungover (whether you drank or not) on an episode after going to the Abbey with Austin.

If you crochet or knit (like I do) you definitely make a blanket big enough for all of you to share, you make coasters for everyone (including for guests to take home) and even make everyone their own sweater with the “Fear&” logo on it for every holiday <3

Sitting on Hasan’s lap during this episode because there aren’t enough seats: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIB-ArzKvAk&t=144s

Schlatt teaching you chopsticks on this episode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBUQE-LnoaE&t=3922s

Then you teach Hasan how to play and you guys get really competitive over it that you have a whole segment on why Schlatt loves playing it so much and why he would burden such a healthy relationship with such a major competitive sport

Telling relationship stories <3

Either QT taking your food requests over anyone else, or, helping her make requests!

Being BY FAR the funniest host on the podcast, people ask you if your back hurts having to carry it on twitter

Having Kaya in your lap all the time (when she starts getting bigger, she’s able to lay over all three of your laps at the same time)

You and Hasan often spend hours brainstorming episode ideas, discussing potential guests, and planning the overall direction of the podcast

While Hasan is known for his passionate and outspoken approach, your hosting style balances the dynamic. You provide a more measured and analytical perspective, creating a harmonious on-air chemistry that the audience appreciates

When you and Hasan disagree on a topic, it often leads to passionate debates on the podcast. These debates are respectful and engaging, showcasing your ability to “argue” and uphold a healthy, loving relationship

He will ALWAYS respect and ultimately agree with your opinion on who to bring onto the podcast

You both have your own rituals during podcasts to calm everyone down.

People have made compilations of you telling everyone to “breathe” like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVO9f04c2R0

Decorating the room with trinkets you find!

Decorating everyone’s mic with stickers that pertain to them <3

Giving the table a theme every now and again like making it look like a dinner table during the Mormon episode, making it look like a little laboratory, etc.

Doing activities! With the laboratory table in mind, I’m thinking doing those kid’s science kits where you can grow your own crystals, make a robot, and make an erupting volcano!

Making gingerbread houses with everyone (including Marche) even if it’s not the holidays

Painting pottery <3

Drawing

Writing all your worries and frustrations on a plate, only to smash them behind the paywall <3

#hasan piker smut #hasanabi #hasan piker #hasanabi x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi fluff #hasanabi smut #hasan x reader

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simpliao · 1 year

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i know u wrote ‘let you break my heart again’ quite a while ago but it would b so cool if u wrote a part two where schlatt wonders why y/n had stopped attempting to hang out with him and ect and it ends in fluff maybe?

good person at heart ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : we do bad things even if at heart we're good people.

info : angst hehe, (kinda) cheating, semi-fluff (not really), smoking, disordered eating, hospital, depressive inner monologue,

a/n : I don't know if I'm gonna post after this but I hope this feeds you guys for the next handful of months ! I know the request was for it to be more fluffy... and sweet. but because of what this is based off of I couldn't do that. Thank you so much for 200+ followers even if I literally have not posted since last year. I love you guys, pro-tip, never fall in love.

"So, next week same time?"

"Yeah, sure. See you then."

Routine, as it's become. Another woman to pass through his life, momentarily fulfil selfish desires, to have nameless faces leave to come again like clockwork. Distantly he could make out her footsteps, and the almost silent opening and shutting of his front door. Letting eyelids fall and leaning back to rest against the bed frame, a heavy sigh left his lips. When did it get this bad? When was the last time he'd felt... Whole.

Since Y/n, likely. Taking in another inhale of heavy smoke, lips clenched between the cigarette twitched at the thought of her. So... Damn sweet. Thinking about her, knowing how she'd react to seeing him like this, a mess, had him practically spit out the smoke. Putting it out carelessly at the ashtray that sat by his side.

So real. Unbelievable how real she felt, unlike any of the other women he's kept around him. Kept for a night, if kept is an appropriate word at all. They were blurs that served as gaps in his memory, hours if them amounted to no more than a handful of fuzzy colours and lights. That woman, no, who once was his woman he couldn't for the life of him forget a second in her arms, of her in his life.

So vividly he could make out hazy mornings of watching her chest rise and fall as her relaxed features radiated in the warm luster from early rays. Almost as serene as the specs of dust that wafted the air only visible by yellow dawn. Time with her was so eventful, so easy to find yourself in the present moment and just feel... In love.

But that was the fear wasn't it? Breaking out of thoughts his eyes fell to his illuminated phone, a notification. Curious, it was Ted. He was in town at the moment, but as far as he was concerned he was out with Shae... Shit, had he forgotten more plans today? This wouldn't be the first time.

'Jeremiah Schlatt call me back as soon as possible.'

That, accompanied with an hour's worth of missed calls, had his back straighten and rush of energy flood his body. Wasting no time dealing back, it couldn't have been more than three rings before the phone was picked up.

"Where the hell are you? I've been calling you for an hour– this is..!" His voice gruff and loud enough to resonate in his ears, consequently contributing to the growing of a dull pain within his frontal lobe. "I'm at home, sorry. Did we have plans today?" There was murmuring following his question, two voices discussing in a much softer, uneasy tone from what he could make out.

"Jesus, you sound out of it. Get some sleep I'll call you back tomorrow morning." There was the overly worrisome Ted he was more accustomed to, his voice returning to the phone with a complete one-eighty of tones. It practically sent him into whiplash, a twinge in his gut telling him something wasn't quite right. "Ted, what the fuck is going on? You don't just call people like that, where are you?" Hesitation highlighted the silence, he could practically hear him gulp as a reassuring female voice was at his side.

"I'm with Shae and..." His voice caught up in his chest, his girlfriend's murmurings being heard from the other end of the line even if unintelligible. "...We're at the hospital on 51st Street." I could feel my heart sink in my chest, "I'm on my way."

"Wait, wait, wait..!" He cleared his throat and halted in his steps, half naked and feeling the chill of the room after throwing himself out of bed. "...neither me or Shae are sick. I, I figured you had the right to know what's going on, but it's a delicate situation. I don't think it's smart for you to just show up out of the blue–" "Ted, what the fuck is going on?"

A breath was drawn, and the following words made it seem like his whole world had fallen apart. "It's Y/n. She just... Collapsed. She hasn't been eating I just... I didn't know who to call she's still stubborn but I don't think–" "I'm on my way." Before any protests could have been made the phone was hung up and the previously languid Schlatt was dashing round the place for his misplaced articles of clothing and his car keys.

The rest was a blur, with a conscious heavy with worry and thoughts centred around only her there were only flashes of memory of driving to the previously mentioned hospital (how he remembered he didn't know in that state); his brain was on autopilot.

And yet someway, somehow, he blinked and before him was the woman he once (and likely still) adored. Her skin paler than her usual tone, sunken and sullen. Her head tilted to the side, gaze pivoted towards the window. Her monotonous heart rate was barely audible, it was like he was underwater. Throat dry, neither said a word, his palms sweaty and pulse feeling as if it could burst his veins open.

"Y/n..." His voice low, knowing he had no place here, not after everything. He stood closer to the door than her, she seemed tense with him being there and he wasn't exactly relaxed either. Just as he spoke those words, he could visibly see her grip at her arms slightly tighter, her body at a slight tremble he recognized she would do before she cried. He hesitated to say anything else if his voice alone had already done so much.

"..what are you doing here..?" Her head slowly spun towards him, fully in view he could see just how worn down and tired she appeared. She was frail, eyes once filled with so much life now dreary with eyelids relaxed and harsh shadows under them; tears brimming and threatening to fall. Chapped lips with every lethargic movement seemed as if they were so heavy, as if she struggled to even open them. "...I heard. You..." Schlatt hesitated on his words, a little lost to find them.

"Save it." Whatever force she had left she used it to spit out those words, "I'm alright..." "Obviously not." He let out softly, carefully making his way over to sit at the chair by the foot of the hospital bed. "I just..." "Why did you come here?" Her voice strained asked with such desperation, confusion evident with tears ever present. He took a breath, "I came because I still care." And that was what it took to cause the surface tension to break and tears fully roll down her cheeks, unable to even manage reaching to wipe them away. "You came to lie to me." She choked out between broken sobs, he held such a gentle, caring look while she fought to not completely break down into ugly crying.

"No, no I didn't–" "cause if you cared I wouldn't be feeling this way." Her words spoke such conviction, eyes once saddened had an edge of power. The wrath and justified venom dripping from her words was enough to have the air catch in Schlatt's chest.

"You're right." He wouldn't deny it, everything that's happened up till now was a result of his own selfishness, never having the slightest thought about her. "I'm not here to make things right between us."

"...then..?"

"Y/n, I'm sorry." His head quickly dipped downwards, a prolonged pause was taken before a sharp inhale could be heard. "I'm not worth destroying yourself over." He didn't dare raise his gaze, knowing he'd be heartbroken at the sight that would lay before him.

"...why wasn't I enough for you..?" Hiccups between cries tearing at his heart, he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight. "You were more than I could have ever imagined." "I'm not... I couldn't be... I've seen the women you're around now..."

"And yet you're more beautiful then all of them." "...then why have you been so... cold?"

Cold, and cold was what he meant to be; pushing her away to save himself. Yes, she was too real; just like every other person he kept too close. One by one, they all did what he did to her: disappear.

He wanted so desperately to explain himself. Tell her stories of how other lovers had done a similarly cruel trick, family issues, people that were supposed to be there for him to rely on... But he couldn't. He was as bad as them, he hurt her tooth's extent because he couldn't handle commitment or trust.

She was the victim, no doubt in anyone's mind. Who was he to make this all about himself?

"I'm just not a relationship kind of guy, I... I should of said something, and for that I'm sorry. But please, please don't beat yourself up about this. If what we were is what's causing this."

She deserved to thrive, not to be weighed down by him.

At heart he was a good person, even if his actions didn't show as much. She didn't need to know, and he wasn't ready to get better.

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Hiiii can I request a Tommyinnit x fem!reader where it’s during the ‘making 100 friends in one day vlog’ where Tommy meets the reader and he gets sad when he didn’t pick up the courage to ask for her number but the reader sneakily snuck it in his pocket.

I read this request right as I started to play that video, so I'm taking it as a sign that I was meant to write this.

Final Friend

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

He’s trying to get his final five friends when he sees you. You’re just reading a book on a bench, maybe for school or for fun, but his eyes are drawn to you for some reason. And now that he’s seen you… well.

It’s just natural to notice that you’re pretty, right? Because you’re really pretty. Ash nudges him after he stares for too long with a knowing grin.

“Fuck off.” “Are we talking about how you were staring at that girl?” Elodie asks from behind the camera. “You should go ask her to be your friend.”

“No!” He immediately protests. “I can’t do that!”

“Because she’s pretty?”

“Exactly! Wait-“

“Talk to her at least.”

“Maybe.” He concludes.

And by maybe, Tommy means no. While he’s perfectly fine asking strangers whose opinions he doesn’t give a shit about to be his friend, he isn’t with asking you. Mostly because you’re a pretty girl whose opinion he actually cares about.

About ten minutes later he’s gone through four more new friends, leaving him just one person short of a hundred. He can’t help but glance over at you. It was a weird coincidence that you were still here, he needed one more friend, and that you were the closest person to him. Elodie and Ash had been nudging him towards you, eagerly trying to hype him up to talk to you.

Worst case scenario you tell him no, right? Technically yes, but then his ego would be bruised and he’d be embarrassed.

(and his shot with you would be gone)

Best case scenario, he gets your number and maybe even a date! But, as Dream would say, that was a one in 7.5 trillion chance. “Ask Schlatt for advice.” Elodie suggests. “Content.”

The idea that Schlatt would decide for him was the most disastrous idea ever. But the thought of it was making him smile so he starts FaceTiming his idol.

“Hey Schlatt.” He greets, acting all mopey for the camera. “I’ve been trying to make a hundred friends, and I have one left, but…”

“But what Tommy?!” Schlatt yells, face too close to the camera just like Tommy’s. “I don’t have all day!”

“I- too many bitches, yeah?”

“Yeahh!”

“So there’s this girl that is just really pretty, and Elodie and Ash are trying to get me to ask her to be my friend but I-“

“You know what I always say Tommy?!”

“Shoot guns?”

“No, no, the other one.”

“Monkey balls?”

“Eh, close enough. Go for it, Tommy. Ask her to be your friend or whatever. Fuck failure.”

“Fuck failure.” Tommy repeats, nodding. “Fuck failure! Thanks Schlatt!”

“Now hurry up and do your fucking tasks!”

Schlatt hangs up on him, and Tommy doesn’t give himself time to think it over. He turns and marches right up to you, holding his mic. Maybe he’ll even ask for your number!

“Hi! Uh, so I’m new to New York and I was trying to make a hundred friends! I’m Tom, by the way.” He holds out his mic to you, watching as you close your book with an amused smile.

Shit, he forgot to ask if you’d be his friend.

“Are you British? Sorry, the accent surprised me.”

American. He doesn’t know why it surprises him, he’s in America, but it does. Somehow he still finds himself completely absorbed in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nods. “I’ve moved here for two weeks. I’m trying to become a true New Yorker though.”

“Really? Good luck with that. Have you been to the Statue of Liberty yet?”

“No.”

“Good, no New Yorker actually goes to it.”

“That’s what everyone else said!” He laughs. “So, would you be my final friend?”

“Gladly.” Gladly! You said gladly!

“Great! Could we get a photo?”

“What good is a friend if you don’t document it?”

He sits down next to you on the bench, holding out his phone. After the photo he gets up. “Thank you so much!”

“Anytime.” It’s only after he heads to dinner for the day that he realizes he never got your number. All of that conversation and he still didn’t manage to string words together to ask.

Fucking sucks, because he genuinely thought you were a cool person. Just from that brief conversation he knew you wouldn’t be leaving his mind.

The rest of the dinner passes in miserable thoughts of “what if.”

What if he had asked for your number? What if you two would’ve became close friends through texting? What if you two would've had a great romance all because he had asked for your number? “You look so sad.” Elodie points out to him.

“I forgot to ask for her number!”

“Or her name.” He forgot to ask your name! Tommy just kept fucking things up, didn’t he? “Fuck.” He groans, tucking his hands into his pockets. Upon feeling paper, he freezes.

Tommy definitely didn’t remember having any paper on him. Maybe it was a receipt he stashed there? Pulling it out, he stares down at it.

Not a receipt: it’s a sticky note. He flips it over and grins. Your name and number. How you had managed to slip it to him he had no idea, but he was glad you did.

Ash points to it curiously.

“Her name and number!” He cheers. “I’m going to message her right now.”

Grabbing out his phone, he opens up his messages and inputs your number. Then, he begins to type.

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommy mcyt #tommy innit

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