#schlatt oneshot

[spookitapes]

jschlatt x reader; exhibition

do not…i repeat, DO NOT tease this man in public. don't be a brat, don't try to be slick, just don't…because if you do he's dragging your ass to wherever he can and fixing that attitude, asap.

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schlatt will have you bent over a sink giving you backshots so hard there's gonna be bruises on your hips from ramming into the counter over and over again…and don't even think about covering your mouth or holding back your sounds. he'll have a hand in your hair, yanking your head back towards him so he can get close to your ear. 

"stop holdin back– wanna hear how fuckin pathetic you sound."

by the time your brain stops being fuzzy from the feeling of his facial hair on your neck, he lets go of your hair and there's the sound of his belt being drug thru the loops of his undone pants. when he's got it completely free your arms are being yanked behind you, binding them with the belt so he's got even more control over you. the expensive leather digging into your wrists only fuels the throb between your legs, adding more fog to your brain. he's forcing your back to arch now, slamming into you somehow harder and it's making you spill out all the pretty noises he loves to hear. it adds to his already inflated ego, and your poor pussy pays the price. 

i'm fr warning you bro…mans won't hesitate to pull you out of whatever club your in and press you up against the rough alley wall and have his way. people walk by the alley ?  he's going harder. you complain about the wall being uncomfortable ?  he's pushing you down onto your knees to choke on his cock, hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control the movements. he's so condescending about it, too…

"if you wanted something down your throat so bad all you had to do was ask, sweet pea." 

schlatt loves when you're bratty at home. he'll play along, fuck with you, fire it back, etc…but he expects you to be his good girl and on your best behavior when you're out with him. nothing less is acceptable.

so blame yourself when you leave your friend's bathroom with shaky legs and fucked up makeup. remember you asked for it when you're putting up groceries with a stinging raw ass and cum dripping down your legs. know there's no one else but yourself to hold accountable when your taking his dick– face smushed to the hood of his car with one hand, and a thumb in your ass with the other. you'll learn your lesson one of these days…and if you don't  ?  schlatt wouldn't mind that too bad, either ;)))

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[doetic]

anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Nerf or Nothin'

Summary: JSchlatt hosts an epic Nerf battle and ends up facing off against Reader as Team Captains.

TW/CW: None that I can think of, just Nerf guns, JSchlatt x Reader

Requested?: No

A/N: This totally isn't a dream I had while taking a nap and listening to Sleep Deprived... I HAVE however been binge-watching Sleep Deprived all day lol. Schlatt's voice scratches an itch in my brain and he's fuckin great.

I arrived at the warehouse around thirty minutes early due to my excitement surrounding today’s events. My boyfriend, Schlatt, has arranged a massive Nerf battle with several of our creator friends. I grab my keys and phone before hopping out to grab a box from the trunk which contains several of Schlatt’s Nerf guns, ammo, and some of my own. He had already brought quite a few with him this morning when he came to start set up but asked me to bring these as well.

I remove my sunglasses from my face and place them on my head with my free hand as the door to the warehouse swings shut behind me and my jaw drops. Schlatt had been careful to keep details a surprise from everyone, including me, and now I can see why. The large warehouse floor is dotted with various mats, cushions, and foam walls. Everything is arranged in a sort of city-like fashion but that’s not the best part. On either side of the plush battlefield are two structures that can only be described as adult-sized McDonald’s playgrounds. A red flag flies atop one and a blue for the other.

I spot Schlatt standing near a couple folding tables laden with various Nerf guns and ammo. He has an enormous grin on his face as he admires his creation and Tommy and Jack are having a very animated conversation beside him. I place my box on the table before stepping up behind Schlatt and rubbing his back, “You really outdid yourself with this one, babe. This is amazing.”

He looks down and proudly smiles at me but has no chance to respond as Tommy notices my arrival, “(Y/N)! Can you believe this?! This is insane.”

I giggle as Schlatt wraps his arm around my shoulders, “I know. I’m not sure what I was expecting but it sure wasn’t this.”

Jack whips his head away from the setup and toward me with shock written on his features, “There’s no way in hell you didn’t know about this.”

I grin and look up at Schlatt, “And I quote, ‘Just because you’re my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m going to spoil the surprise for you.’” He nods once before we are all distracted by the new arrivals. Oompa is literally jumping up and down in excitement as Kris laughs uncontrollably at his side. Mika, Aztro, and Apanda stand absolutely stun-locked just inside the door jaws on the floor. Schlatt throws his hands up with an even bigger grin on his face at our friends’ reactions.

As the guys all begin running around like sugar-high toddlers, Kris makes her way over to my side. “This is going to be so unbelievably fun and entertaining,” she says, watching Schlatt and Oompa wrestle not too far away.

I nod, “He’s been so excited about this ever since he set his plan into motion. He’s almost let slip a few times what he had going but managed to catch himself.”

She nods, impressed, “I’m shocked he kept it to himself.” I shrug as more friends begin to arrive and chaos soon breaks out completely.

Finally, once everyone arrives, Schlatt manages to call everyone to order to explain everything, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to partake in an epic Nerf gun battle. As you may have noticed, we have two structures each with their own flag. The surrounding area is the city and each structure is a castle. There will obviously be two teams. The objective is to get the enemy team’s flag and carry it back to your own castle. If you get hit, and we have to use the honor code here, you will join the enemy team.” Everyone around, including me, gasps and Schlatt grins, “Here’s another gasp-inducing fact,” with that, the lights go down, and many whoop in excitement. There’s still enough light to see what’s right in front of us but not very far. The lights come back on and Schlatt continues, “Myself and Ted will be team captains for the first round. I’ll be on team blue and Ted, on team red. Once our teams are chosen, we’ll have fifteen minutes to collect our weapons and discuss strategy. Once that time is up, everyone will make their way to the back side of their castle. The lights will go out and everyone will have five minutes to get into position. After five minutes, our referees will shout go and we’re off. Once everything is said and done, the losing team captain will pick the captains for the next round. Any question?”

Everyone looks around at each other before shaking their heads. With that, Schlatt allows Ted first pick. Quickly the somewhat large crowd is divided in two and I of course find myself on Schlatt’s team on his first pick. It’s chaos as everyone chooses their Nerf guns and our team captains discretely give out orders and assignments. Quickly, the fifteen minutes is up and everyone takes their place. Schlatt has assigned me the task of collecting the flag and running it back to our castle while he and Oompa watch my back from atop the blue team castle and Tommy and Jack create a diversion.

As the ref calls start, I sneak around the far side of the “map” from where the messy and chaotic diversion breaks out. Ted seems to have gone for a straightforward approach as the majority of his team takes the playing field. I take a mental note of everyone who is missing and make my way to their castle. Somehow, I manage to get in and climb up without anyone noticing. I peek my head over the last step into the room of the flag and find their guards laughing their asses off at the battle down below. I sneakily nab the flag, rolling it up and tucking it under my arm as I make my way down to the floor.

As soon as I step foot onto the mat at the entrance, I hear Ted yell over the cacophony, “Where the hell is (Y/N)? Someone get eyes on (Y/N)!”

Above me, the red team’s guards begin to panic, yelling back to Ted, “Someone got the flag!” Before getting shot with foam darts through the bars.

I glance up to the top of our castle and spot Schlatt and Oompa both grinning from ear to ear, having annihilated my new teammates. Schlatt yells at them, “Get her back to base!”

I duck behind a wall and look up to find them scanning the grounds for me. Soon, they’ve joined me and we quickly pick our way back to Schlatt and Oompa. Once atop our castle, I pull the blue flag out of its stand and replace it with the red one. What’s left of our team cheers as Ted sighs, “I know exactly who the next captains are going to be.”

I cross my arms, “Oh yeah?” He nods and silently points at me and Schlatt.

Beside me, Schlatt groans, “Dudeeeee nooooooo. She’ll be my downfallllll.”

I giggle and take my first pick, “Kris! You’re with me!” Once again, the teams are quickly divided out. As the fifteen-minute prep stage starts, I whisper in Kris’s ear, “You’re gonna be me this time. Sneaky as possible, get in, get out, get back to base.” She grins and nods excitedly as I begin directing the rest of my team. I assign a group to guard our flag, an entire strike team to make it seem like they’re going for the flag, and a couple snipers to watch Kris’s back. My own job is to just screw with Schlatt and Oompa as much as possible from afar.

The start is called and I make my way onto the battlefield with my strike team. I carefully pick at Schlatt and Oompa, mostly Schlatt. My only goal is to annoy the shit out of them not actually tag them. Soon, Oompa yells out to Schlatt, “Kris isn’t out here! Is she up top?”

Schlatt quickly looks around, “You little, shit. Using my own tactic against me,” he yells at me from across the way before directing his attention to his team, “Find her!” At this point, I motion to my strike team to push in further and then turn my attention to my snipers giving them a signal that means switch to rapid fire and volley them. Quickly, their team is whittled to nearly nothing. All that is left is Schlatt, Oompa, and a couple others. At this point, they’re attempting to pick their way through to stop Kris, however unknown to anyone else, she’s already passed the flag off to Jack who is on his way up our castle now. Once I’m sure he’s replaced the flag, I let the fight go on a little longer before finally nailing Schlatt between the eyes with a dart. He grumpily glares at me before turning around and assisting my team in taking out what remains of his. Everyone stops and looks around at each other confused about what to do now as I have overtaken the entire blue team.

Schlatt drops his hands to his sides and shrugs, “I don’t know, I guess the red team wins. I didn’t foresee her going against me,” he looks at me now with a pretend look of anger on his face, “I trained you too well.” I grin triumphantly and say nothing as I point up at our castle where Jack simply grins and waves. Schlatt looks at me wide-eyed, “How? When? What?”

I giggle, “Everybody failed to notice that the flag was handed off. He’s been up there a while now.”

Schlatt struggles to contain his grin before finally giving up and pulling me into a kiss. When we pull away, there’s a grin on his face and everyone quiets their whoops and hollers, “I’m so proud of you.” Everyone aws before Schlatt rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, shut up.” He assigns new captains and before long we’re locked into a third battle.

Schlatt and I got home from our exciting day not too long ago. I make my way back to bed and find Schlatt sleeping peacefully. I brush his hair out of his face which causes him to jolt awake. He looks up at me, brows knitted together, for a moment before mumbling, “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

I smile softly at him, “It’s alright, baby. You’ve had a long day. I can tell you’re exhausted.”

He gently drags me into his side and kisses the top of my head, “Did you have fun today?”

I nod, “Of course I did. Did you?”

He seems to think for a moment before mumbling, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.” He pauses, “I still can’t believe you beat me in that second round.”

I giggle, “I’m honestly surprised it worked out.”

He hums quietly but doesn’t say anything. It’s not long before I realize he’s fallen asleep again and drift off myself.

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[cherrycrushes]

too sweet - oneshot

jschlatt x reader.

part two; part three

a/n: yes, this is based off the hozier song :) oh yeah schlatts kinda a red flag in one (just how i like them 😌)

"good morning," you whispered in jschlatt's ear. yesterday night, schlatt had asked you to wake him up early so he could work. he stirred and grumbled as you slightly shook him.

"how do you wake up so happy," schlatt mumbles. you were always an early bird. him being the complete opposite.

"maybe you shouldn't have slept so late and drank so much," you chuckled. he slept around 1AM, busy streaming and indulging in whiskey.

he rolled his eyes at this, thinking about corrupting you just to get more sleep. you were a lifestyle youtuber. eating healthy, acting nice, and having good habits to show the public. when he first met you, he thought it wasn't real. he believed it was a front you put up for clout. he got closer to you just to try to break that shell you made. just to see your true self. while he did that, you guys fell in love. he learned it was not a farce, that you were truly too sweet.

he sat upright, barely noticing the cup of coffee in your hands. as his eyes landed on it, you passed it to him.

"thanks," he says as he takes a sip. you made it exactly how he likes it, black with one sugar. in comparison to your mug, which had schlatt's face on it, which had so much sugar and cream in it that it was almost white. one of the only things you indulged in. he smiled at this familiar unhealthyness.

as bad as it was, he wishes that you kept drinking and eating sugary foods. maybe he could put dip you into his acid, making you more bitter like him. you both sat in silence.

"but you know that we both get different types of drunk. i get off of it on whiskey, and you get drunk on life," he cleared his throat. schlatt looked at you for an answer, any type of bad reaction to make your sweetness sour.

"you're wrong," you smiled and looked at him. "i get drunk on you."

schlatt looked away, trying to hide his blush.

“you’re really too sweet for me, huh?”

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[pawpatrollss]

Heated blankets and cuddles

jschlatt x fem!reader

summary: both you and schlatt got sick at the same time so to ease the sniffling and sore throats from the flu, you make a cup of tea and snuggle up on the couch with the cats.

warning: straight up fluff.

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You had catched the god awful cold that was going around, and from you schlatt went ahead and got it.

You were laying on the couch with multiple blankets wrapped around you to keep you warm, just one leg peeking out the thick blankets and jambo curled up by your side in a deep sleep.

Schlatt was trying to power through his headache and stuffy nose while streaming a relaxed minecraft mining stream.

From your spot on the couch you could hear schlatt laugjing at something his chat said, followed by a cough. He had only planned on streaming for about an hour, yet 2 hours in he was still at his desk gaming away.

Jambo jumping off the couch brought you back to the show you were mindlessly watching from your livingroom tv.

A cup of tea would really heal your sour throat but getting up from the couch felt impossible at the moment, still feeling like you were going to freeze to death if you pushed the blankets away even for a second.

Tired footsteps could be heard heading towards the livingroom from behind you. Then the couch dipped next to you and a head appeared infront of your barely visible eyes under the fluffy blanket.

” ’M so tired…” he mumbled resting his head on your blanketed lap. ”How many blankets do you have toots?” He laughed with a tired smile.

”Not enough, i’m still freezing jay.” you whined reaching for yet another tissue to wipe your runny nose.

Without a word schlatt got back up from the couch disappearing into the hallway of the apartment.

Few minutes later he appeared with two cups of tea, a big heated blanket and a jambo running after him.

”Let’s get you warmed up doll.” He stated pulling the other blankets to the side to cover you in the already heated up blanket.

Schlatt layed down beside you, arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as he turned your favorite show on for the both of you to enjoy.

Jambo jumped up on the couch and got situated next to the both of you enjoying the warmth from the blanket aswell.

Schlatt’s body heat by it’s self was warming up your entire left side that was pressed against him.

There you two spent the rest of the day and evening snuggled up by eachother watching some shows. Before you both drifted off to sleep in that same position on the couch with the soft sound of the tv chatter in the background and eachothers heavy breathing.

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[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

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[leoizkuul]

You know you can make it; But you can’t make it alone.

Jschlatt x Reader

blurb of sorts, ~350 words.

Features: Hurt/ Comfort, fluff, gender neutral reader.

Stuttering through your words, you choked out a puny sentence between your sobs. Your hands in front of you were gripping the air with frustration, almost trying to speak with them instead of words; and your shoulders at your ears, showing how tense you were.

"Jay, you can't help me; I’m too far gone-“

He kneeled down beside your shaking figure, careful not to cause more of a stir. His actions almost copied that of a gentle giant, frightened he might scare you away if his movements were too agile.

“Even if you can’t be helped, even if you can't change, even if you, I dunno, somehow cause the end of the world-” he trailed off with a light chuckle and that smile you couldn’t help but grin at.

“I will still be here, I will never try to change you, sweetheart. You’re perfect as is. No matter how damaged you say you are, or how many times you point out your flaws; you’re still as beautiful as when I first met you. I’ll still love you as much as I did then, just like I do now, and just like I will in the future.”

His tone was lighter than a feather, almost mirroring his slowed movements. He gently rested the palm of his hand on your cheek, rubbing soothing circles into the centre of your cheekbone. He laid his other hand atop of yours, bringing them together and holding them tight; but not to where it would feel suffocating.

He knew you, he knew how easily moments like these could happen. He didn’t care if you had to take a few days to recover from your overbearing feelings, he’d be there. Be by your side and help you with whatever you needed. And he’d loved you, no matter what your mind would whisper in your ear during lonesome nights.

thanks for reading ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ  I may post more but I get severe writers block most of the time so forgive me  (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

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[almostdeath]

I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.

LN!Quackity/Glatt

No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!

Good luck kiss

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.

Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.

Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.

Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-

#dsmp #dream smp #jschlatt #schlatt #pumpkinduo #schlackity #pumpkin husbands #quackity #glatt #dsmp glatt #oneshot #fanfic

[wh0re-in-the0ry]

In my head the J in Jschlatt will always be Jebediah.

#I just remember hearing someone said it as a joke once and I have ran with it ever since. #I remember reading hcs/oneshots for the first time and asking myself who tf was Jay #I just think Jebediah is the funniest option out of all the j names #I guess Johnathan also works but it has to be the long version not just John or else I think of Arbuckle #jschlatt #schlatt #idk if this is a hot take or not

[griffintail]

Lost Ones Halloween

I managed my brain to write something! They're more like headcanons of what the Lost Ones (With some special guests) would dress as for Halloween. It's just some cute shit for you guys. K! BYE!

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Tommy

(F/L) would dress up just like Tommy in his suit, calling herself Little Trusty and try to trick people into giving her more candy. Tommy would be very proud.

Wilbur

Star would still dress in her L'Manberg uniform but she'd care around a book with Declaration of Indepdance printed on the front and a guitar on her back. Wilbur would be honored by his little girl and make sure she'd get plenty of treats.

Technoblade

Little Blade would dress as Athena (her favorite goddess). Techno would praise her choice and take her out. Though he wasn't really welcomed in the countries, no one was willing to tell him no when he'd lead his little girl in with an axe on his shoulder.

Philza

Phil would be surprised by Angel's choice as she'd be dressed as his goddess. (Techno giving her no influence or help whatsoever. Nope!) Though he'd smile widely at the choice and defend her choice as they went out. He was sure Kristen loved it just as much as him.

Ghostbur

Blue would wear a blue sheep costume and Ghostbur would not stop squealing with joy as he looked at his little girl. It was just perfect and adorable! Her cuteness didn't affect just him either and she most certainly got the best and most treats. (Which she split with Tommy).

Eret

She was already a princess! She wanted to be something different, so instead she put on a cape and crown, calling herself a king instead. Eret would grin and promise she'd make the best king one day. She most certainly felt like a king with the amount of treats she got.

Dream

She was a bit embarrassed with her costume as Dream managed to make time to be there for her. He would stand shocked as she was in a perfect outfit making her look like him. Eventually, he'd tell her he loved it before even giving her a sword to match his as well. No one would dare give less than what she deserved.

Tubbo

Lamb would dress as a bee. Tubbo would keep her on his shoulders all night, letting her "fly around" as they went out trick or treating.

Ranboo

Boo would dress as an enderman. To help her complete her perfect outfit, Ranboo let her have some ender pearls but had her swear to not throw them too far from him. She had fun the entire night and when she accidentally break his rule, Ranboo didn't have the heart to scold her.

Fundy

Kit and Fundy had the perfect plan for mischief! She dressed up as a baby zombie and scared people the entire night, while also making sure to score plenty of treats. (It's alright if a few were someone else's)

Quackity

Duckling dressed as well as duck! Quackity would be unsure about the costume at first but she looked too adorable to say no to. He could never say no to her.

Schlatt

Ram hadn't really planned on going out, but when Schlatt took her out to get an outfit to go out the day before, she was thrilled and knew exactly what she wanted to be. When she came out in a suit, Schlatt was confused until she said she was dressed as the best president, him. Damn it! She had to stop making him feel soft!

Awesamdude

Creeper had thought about dressing as a creeper but thought of one better. She dressed as a prison guard and when Sam would ask her why, she told him so she could go to work with him instead since he was going to work that night. He had planned on letting Sam Nook take her, but, he could afford one night off instead.

Foolish

Pup would dress as a shark. Foolish would absolutely love it and if she didn't get nearly enough as he thought she deserved, he'd make sure she'd get it.

#mcyt oneshots #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #fundy x reader #dream x reader #foolish x reader #quackity x reader #schlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #awesamdude x reader

[simpliao]

Hii! I absolutely love your writing, could you possibly do an imagine of shlatt and the reader waking up in the morning like all fluffy and cute ? Thank you 💗

the world's bullshit can wait ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : rainy monday mornings never set the mood to start work, and despite her protests, schlatt is convinced to take the morning to sleep in (and possibly even the whole day off entirely).

info : sweet fluff as requested, mild swearing, sweet nicknames and she/her, afab reader. very short drabble.

a/n : sorry this came a little late ! i do really hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting ! it's kind of different from what you might expect, just cause i already wrote this kind of idea in this oneshot. still hope you enjoyed my interpretation !

Usually she found herself awoken in the mornings to intrusive sunshine and her lover who tended to wake up earlier than her (they both had the bad habit of sleeping in past noon); today was different. The rhythmic pitter patter of heavy rain rung her ears, as she slowly awoke, and in an attempt to sit up she was held down by larger arms wrapped around her smaller figure as if she was some kind of teddy bear. She felt slightly sticky, having been sweating during the night due to the heater that insisted on heavy comforters and being glued to her back the whole night. His soft snores reverberated in her ears, the more she tried to wiggle away the more he tightened his grip.

"Schlatt..." She murmured his name, "it's Monday, I have to start streaming soon." She was known for her weekly morning streams, it was a habit she picked up when streaming late meant that she'd no longer have any more time for sleep. "Mmmmm, a few more minutes..." He snuggled up closer to her, soft whines left her, "cmon, Schlatt... You can keep sleeping, you just have to let me go." "Hmm, how about no?" Her constant wiggling was waking him up too, but the sublime comfort of holding his beloved under the warmth of a heavy comforter was his little slice of heaven. His head snuggled into the back of hers, her scent consuming his senses and mind. "Mmmm, it's your fault you know? You know how much I love this shampoo... Or is it the hair oil?" He loved her, he loved everything about her, and just briefly blinking his eyes open to see cloudy skies gave him no motivation to let her go.

"And besides, weather is bad. That basically a sign from god to not do anything today." A soft snort left the shorter female who laid with crossed arms whilst her lover clung onto her for dear life. "But I have to work." "I'll apologize to your viewers on Twitter for keeping you later, just... Don't leave me." She let out a soft exhale, turning her body to face him instead of away; she was a sucker for when he'd put on his pleading voice. She'd closed her eyes, he moved in closer so his chin could rest upon the top of her head. "I knew I could knock some sense into ya." She attempting to look up at him but due to the lack of space between them, when he looked down all he saw were those large doe eyes he so desperately adored. "Are you even going to fall back asleep?" "Nah, but neither am I going to let you go anytime soon sweetheart." He barely managed to reach his lips far down enough to plant a chaste kiss upon her forehead.

"The world's bullshit can wait, and you know just how much I hate to share. Your viewers can miss out on a day." He chuckled softly, "because if I remember correctly, you're my pretty girl. And this gorgeous girl deserves a break to sleep in with her terribly handsome boyfriend." She hummed softly in agreement, "I suppose if it's only today..." "I'll make sure to make it up to them." And although she doubted that, he'd probably make some vague tweet about her absence. But little did she know Schlatt was very much a man of his word. And when she inevitably fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, Jambo ended up jumping into their bed after waking up himself. It was the perfect.

So he quietly snaked his arm away and reached over to his cellphone that's been sitting at his nightstand. Making sure the stupid ass sound effect the phone made when taking pictures was off, he took a selfie of them all in bed.

Sorry guys she's mine now, no more stream. Family time is important.

The tweet practically went viral considering it attracted her audience and his; Twitter had an absolute field day as shippers rejoiced.

#chuckle sandwich #schlatt #afab reader #irl people #jschlatt #reader insert #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt x you #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt fanfiction #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt fluff #drabble #oneshot #fluff

[spookitapes]

first off i want to say thank you !! not only for following but for taking the time to read my work. i appreciate it more than you know. so in honor of 100 followers imma let y’all pick what i release next :)))

i also would looove to make some friends on here :)) i don’t have any friends in this space or any writer friends at all, so my dms & asks are always open !! thank you all for the support and i can’t wait to keep discovering more of your works as well < 3

#jschlatt #ted nivison #chuckle sandwich #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt smut #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #chuckle sandwich smut #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x y/n #schlatt oneshot #schlatt x you #schlatt hcs #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt oneshot #jschlatt fic #ted nivision smut #ted nivison hcs #ted.cass #jschlatt.cass #cass.lair

[doetic]

Baby, it's cold outside - Ex Bf!Jschlatt x F!Reader

1/3 -> next part (coming soon)

Plot: Y/n had only planned to quickly grab the things she left at her newly-ex-boyfriend's house and leave, but an unforeseen snowstorm leaves her with no choice but to wait it out indoors with a very persistent Schlatt who's determined to piece back together their relationship. Warnings: Prior breakup, heated argument with yelling, characters are trapped inside during a dangerous snowstorm (but are safe), mention of possible death, quite a bit of swearing. Allusions to Schlatt being a functional alcoholic. Word Count: 4137

A/N: Finally it's done! This was so fun to write! Thank you for the positive response on the teaser, I appreciate it a lot! I really feel as if I could have added more but it was getting long and I was in a hell of writing an additional scene then deleting it and rewriting it, it was an endless cycle and I would have been working on this forever. I also am rusty when it comes to writing and keep changing tenses, sorry if there's anything I missed in editing. Changed Schlatt from Jason to Jacob mid fic so if he's referred to as Jason, you didn't see that. Requests are open btw!!

The house, although obviously lacking any ability to have emotions of its own, felt strangely sorrowful as Y/n gingerly stepped inside, stomping the snow off her boots and onto the mat. Rationally she knew it was likely her own shoved down emotions being projected onto the relatively blank canvas, although she wouldn't willingly delve too far into that concept. She desperately wanted to believe she was completely over her now ex-boyfriend Jacob Schlatt, especially as she was the one who had initiated and insisted on breaking up. Unfortunately, Y/n was smart enough to know that no matter how much she insisted to herself that she no longer needed or wanted her former boyfriend of five years, the truth of the matter would still continue to nag at her whenever she thought of him. It was better to avoid both Schlatt and any related introspection altogether, an impossible task when she stood inside their once shared house to collect her things.

The soft mrow of Jambo's call sounded through the entryway, the little orange cat quickly padding over to Y/n and rubbing himself against her feet as she removed her boots and other winter gear. She bent down to pet the small creature on his head, the softness of his fur against her hand was a calming sensation that brought a bit of ease to her sorrowful feelings. Y/n had missed the little guy deeply, but with Schlatt’s exorbitant income as a popular youtuber/streamer/businessman she knew Jambo would have a better life staying with Schlatt, as painful as it was to part ways. The orange tabby, who was now licking her index finger, had felt like her only companion at times while Schlatt was consistently busy with streaming, editing, or managing the businesses he helped run.

As if her thoughts had been a siren's song to lure him close, heavy, hesitant footsteps approached the entryway after a few purr-filled minutes passed by. Y/n tried to act calm and collected for her own dignity, not moving from her crouched position besides tilting her head up to meet the pained red eyes of her former lover.

Schlatt looked dishevelled. His hair was a mess and the headband that usually sat atop his head to keep the wild brown locks from falling into his face was shockingly missing. From the looks of his hair, and his mutton chops too, he was neglecting a much needed small trim. Usually it was her designated job to do so, solely because she insisted on it as sweet bonding time, something their relationship began to lack greatly as the years went on. He wore his green Polizei sweatshirt, the one Y/n had praised as her favourite many times for the way it made him look irresistibly amazing to cuddle with. Uncharacteristically, the sweater looked like it hadn’t left his body in a while, an odd thing for the usually clean and organised man. 

Most people would delight in seeing their ex-partner in such a state without them, and although Y/n couldn’t lie and say Schlatt’s miserable appearance didn’t give her a miniscule bit of satisfaction. Clearly he was now realising how important she was to his life after he had made less and less time for her in the end years of her relationship, the feelings of pity and remorse that washed over her as the nearly empty bottle of Jack held in his hand, and the smell of alcohol that wafted off of him became more glaringly obvious and concerning the more she inspected him. 

"I thought you were coming tomorrow," He stated simply, his voice carrying a bit of strain within.

"I texted you that I would be coming on the 25th, that's today. But if there's an issue I can come back another time," Y/n replied, the house’s entryway where they stood feeling suffocatingly uncomfortable as a result of their former relationship. It had felt like months since the last time they saw each other, the night Y/n stormed out for good, but in reality it was at most two weeks.

"No!" Schlatt's voice was filled with desperation, his eyes began to water as a sudden panicked shout escaped him at the mention of Y/n leaving "...No. It's fine. Today is fine." He cleared his throat and recollected himself to the best of his ability. "I'm sure you remember where everything is. There's boxes for you in the kitchen, I'll be editing in the bedroom." 

As always, Y/n wanted to bitterly add. Instead she bit her tongue, wanting to keep the peace so she could be in and out quickly.

"Thank you, Jacob," Y/n replied quietly, lacking the confidence to say the name much louder. She had never called him Jacob. Sure it was his first name, but it was something everyone else called him, never ever her. Up until this point she had only ever called him Jay. She had to fight back the urge to correct herself, wanting to set boundaries to create space and ensure she wouldn’t run back to him.

Schlatt picked up on this, his breathing picking up slightly in alarm, a stifled whimper just barely escaping from his throat.

"Y-yeah," His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Well, you're welcome," His sadness turned to anger, as did most of his emotions when they became too much for him to handle. He spat the words out like they were venom before turning around and lurking back to the–

No. 

His bedroom.

Y/n let out a shaky breath she hadn't noticed she was holding, giving a weak smile to Jambo. “Men. Am I right, bud?” She tried to make light of the situation with her comment, giving the cat a scritch behind the ears before getting up and heading to grab the boxes, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

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The kitchen had been taken over by ghosts.

“Jayyyy! Stop it!” Y/n giggled, putting her arms up to defend herself from the second handful of soap bubbles Schlatt scooped up from the sink and prepared to blow into her face.

She should have known better than to accept his help with the dishes. Although he certainly had, and often exercised, the capability to be calm and introspective, once something got him going he became a major troublemaker. All in good fun, of course. Y/n didn’t mind it all too much though. Sure, he was a menace, but he was her menace.

 Besides, the dishes could wait. Moments where Schlatt was both sober and free of any work related obligations were increasingly few and far between these days. Y/n always tried to be understanding and supportive, but she couldn’t help but feel rejected, especially when his work related obligations often involved wildly charismatic female friends of his who could easily pass for models. 

Y/n knew jealousy wasn’t a good look, but it was hard not to feel such a way when she had to sit on the sidelines as a secret only Schlatt and his closest friends knew of, and watch helplessly as people online fawned over him or shipped him with women she felt like she could never possibly compare to. Y/n knew that talking to Schlatt about her concerns before they grew into a deep resentment was the right thing to do, but each time she tried to get him alone to discuss it she was brushed off. Then, on the rare occasion he was alone, sober, and not preoccupied, Y/n couldn’t bring herself to ruin the only time she had to truly feel like a couple again.

Sure, she was living in her own personal hell, but at least she had these moments of domestic bliss. For now, they were enough.

“Come on babe, I’m not gonna blow it at you!” Schlatt promised, moving the handful of soap away from his mouth. “Don’t you trust your boyfriend?” He couldn’t fully hide the catlike grin that pulled at his lips, a smile Y/n had learned to never trust.

“No! You’re despicable!” Y/n dipped her hand into the warm, soapy water and flicked it at him. “Begone foul demon!” 

“Demon?” Schlatt tsk’d at her, taking a step closer and looking down at her mischievously. “You’ve got it all wrong, toots. I’m a man of the lord. You’re the demonic one here with how tempting you are. My very own succubus…” His words flowed from his mouth like honey, the husky tone along with his hand tucking a stray clump of hair behind her ear making Y/n blush.

“Tempting? Well, why don’t you show me exactly what I tempt you to do?” Y/n breathed the words out, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Gladly.”

Y/n closed her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, his arm wrapping around her waist and holding her firmly against his body. Just when she felt his warm breath tickle her face, the anticipation for the kiss beginning to gnaw hungrily at her, a soft pressure hit her head and was quickly followed by a small trickle of water and bubbles beginning at her scalp and running down the bridge of her nose.

“You asshole!” She playfully hit his chest, unable to contain her grin as he continued to hold her tight against his body with his superior strength.

Schlatt chuckled, kissing the top of her head despite the bubbles that remained there.

“You know you love me.”

Y/n roughly wiped her teary eyes against the back of her sleeve. Quickly, she grabbed the four boxes that sat on the island and rushed out of the room to gather her stuff, but not before sending a pained glare to the kitchen sink.

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It was an irrefutable fact in Y/n’s mind that in recent years her luck had been waning. But, when the lightbulbs began flicker and promptly lose all power along with the rest of the house as soon as she placed down her last box, Y/n was happy at least the god of timing was smiling down upon her, even if Lady Luck wasn’t.

Y/n glanced out the window, seeing nothing but a sea of white. The already thick flurries from earlier had grown into a full-on blizzard in the hour she was collecting her things. Luckily the bits of light that managed to make it through the heavy snow and flow through the large front window illuminated the entryway in lieu of the now non-functional lights, allowing Y/n to see what she was doing as she gathered one of the boxes into her arms for her first trip to her car. With the storm getting so bad that the power went out, Y/n knew her window of opportunity to leave was rapidly fading away. Waiting it out with Schlatt was not an option. it would be too painful, a harsh reminder of what they once had. Shifting the box's weight to one arm, Y/n used her other one to open the front door.

"Are you insane?" Schlatt shouted from the doorway into his office. He quickly rushed over, his hand darting out to quickly shut the front door before Y/n could exit through it and head into the thick, opaque wall of white that laid outside. "It's snowing so hard you wouldn't be able to see your hand in front of your face! You'd get killed trying to drive out there!" Despite his angry demeanor, Y/n knew Schlatt well enough to see through it as a cover up for his concern.

She couldn't help but scoff in response to his worry, even though she knew he was right about the danger. Reluctantly relenting, Y/n placed her things down. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't drive." She glanced out of the house's front window. "But don't you dare act like you'd care if I got hurt."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Schlatt's hand darted out to grab Y/n's arm and turn her to face him, the softness of his grip a stark contrast to the harsh desperation of his movements.  "I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not the one who ended things, I'm the one who's fighting for us!"

"Yeah, I know. You won't stop blowing up my phone and acting like you're such a fucking martyr for it." Y/n pulled her arm out from his grasp, glaring up at the larger man. "Don't act like you're some innocent, blameless party who I oh so greatly wronged. Neither of us were perfect in our relationship, neither of us could give the other what they needed."

Schlatt looked appalled at her statement. "Don't speak for me! You gave me everything I needed, everything I could have possibly wanted!"

"Don't delude yourself, Jacob, I could never be good enough for you. I could never be good enough for your life." Y/n's eyes were full of resentment. "But even if so, what did I get in return? A boyfriend who's always too busy to spend time with me, and when he does find time, he's drunk? A partner I can't even talk about to anyone? A five-fucking-year relationship with a man who refuses to pop the question while he builds his brand by flirting with other people to an audience of millions?" Y/n's face contorted in sorrow as she desperately held back her tears.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you let this grow worse until you broke?"

"When could I have sat you down to tell you? You hardly even had time in your schedule to eat the meals I made." Y/n snapped. Schlatt stayed silent, unable to refute. She sighed. "Face it, Jacob. You can't love me in the way I need you to without giving up everything you've built."

Tension thickened the air into cement as the two stared silently at each other, daring the other to say something first. Hesitantly, Schlatt opened his mouth to speak. "I would have given it all up for you in an instant." His voice was gentle and meek.

Y/n turned away from him to hide the tears that finally overflowed and spilled down her cheeks. Oh how her heart soared at those words, but Y/n knew taking up his offer would mean cruelly ripping his passion and a lifetime of hard work away from him. Y/n couldn't possibly entertain the idea of doing that to someone she loved.

"I'm going to check on Jambo. Just let me go."

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Hours later the light faded from the outside, the room only illuminated with the many candles Y/n had lit. Y/n shivered with slightly chattering teeth as she sat on top of Schlatt’s bed, a throw blanket pulled tightly around her body by her hands that were beginning to bear blue-tinted fingernails. She was alone in the room with her stubborn pride, Jambo abandoning her minutes ago. 

It would be so incredibly easy for her to crawl under the covers, to be embraced by the warm, plush duvet she had insisted Schlatt purchase as a housewarming gift for themselves after they were wishing they had one during the last snowstorm they endured. Part of Y/n longed to just say fuck it to everything and crawl under, but a louder part of herself insisted it would be giving in. To what? She wasn’t sure. However, her resolve was quickly fading as her body grew more cold.

The bedroom door creaked open and the light of a flashlight lit up the room.. Y/n looked up from the bed, her eyes meeting Schlatt’s.

“It’s freezing.”

With Y/n shivering so much she didn’t have the energy for negativity, nor the energy to respond at all, instead she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

Schlatt sighed, crossing the room and coming to a seat beside her. He placed the flashlight on the end table, keeping it on for more lighting. In his hands he held a different bottle of Jack than the one from earlier, this one appearing freshly opened, save for a few missing swigs.

“Apparently drinking will warm you up. I don’t think it actually does to be honest, but surely waiting out a snowstorm with some alcohol in your system is better than waiting it out completely sober,” He explained, gingerly holding the bottle out to Y/n.

After a few seconds of debating, Y/n reached out and accepted his offer, wincing as her nearly numb hands came in contact with the ice cold glass. Quickly she took a large gulp before handing the bottle back to Schlatt.

“It doesn’t work,” Y/n confirmed quietly.

Schlatt exhaled a small chuckle. “Thank you for peer reviewing my theory.” He examined the bottle in his hands before taking a sip of his own. “It’s always impressed me how you could drink liquor so easily from the first time you tried it.” He offered the bottle to her once again.

Y/n accepted the bottle and stared down the neck of it for a few moments in embarrassment. “It wasn’t actually easy until recently, I just didn’t want to be the girl in that Carrie Underwood song.” This time she took a smaller sip before handing it back.

The hint of a grin tugged at Schlatt’s lips. “That checks out…”

He brought the bottle to his lips but paused before he drank any, seemingly lost in thought. He screwed on the cap and placed the bottle on the end table. Y/n couldn't stop the small, proud smile that forced itself onto her face, an action that hurt with the stiff coldness of her cheeks. Despite the happiness that seeing Schlatt stop himself from drinking had brought her, the action showing he truly listened to her words from earlier, Y/n didn't draw attention to it to avoid any possible embarrassment on his behalf.

Y/n looked away quickly when Schlatt turned his head to glance at her, jumping when the back of his hand made gentle contact with her cheek. 

“God, you don’t just look like you’re freezing. You feel it too,” He muttered. 

Y/n moved her head away from his delightfully warm touch. “It’s fine.”

With a sigh, Schlatt stood up from his seated position on the bed, pulling out a corner of the blanket and gesturing for her to get in. “You’re going to get sick.”

“No, Jacob, It’s fine,” She insisted, although the prospect was growing more tempting by the second.

“I don’t know why you need to make this so difficult, Y/n. It’s cold, you’re cold, just get in the damn warm bed. You don’t need to be so prideful!”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she mumbled, trying to seem angry as she quickly scrambled under the covers, hoping he didn’t notice how she melted into the mattress contentedly.

Schlatt followed her in.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” She protested, shocked.

“It’s cold as fuck, are you really going to make me freeze just because we broke up?” Schlatt asked. “Besides, I’m not going to try anything. I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re a schlentleman, there’s a difference,” She huffed and looked away from him, instead she chose to gaze up at the white popcorn ceiling. 

“And what’s the difference? It just sounds funnier?”

“No, the difference is that you’re Jacob Schlatt. You’re always up to something. Usually it’s funny, but I’m not in the mood right now. I just want to go home.”

Schlatt was silent for a few moments, but didn’t move. Y/n could feel his warm leg ever so slightly touching hers, a small connection that seemed to warm her body in more ways than just temperature.

“How’s your new place treating you?” He asked.

“Good…” She thought about it for a few moments. “Good. It’s just a studio apartment. Huge windows.”

“You’ve always loved those,” Y/n swore that she could hear a bittersweet smile in his voice. “You got that window seat you’ve always wanted?”

“No, not yet. Maybe one day,” She sighed hopefully, the picture of reading or doing her work while seated on one dancing into her mind. “Any issues with the house?”

“No, shockingly,” He laughed. “It’s a relief after all the housing issues we’ve been through.”

“Yeah…” Y/n agreed, reminiscing on all the problems they’d been through together. They were the only stable thing in each other's lives in a time of seemingly impossible to get through instability, and now that was over. Her chest tightened. “I’m glad things are going good for you, Jacob.” She turned her head to look at him, a small smile on her lips.

His brown eyes met her own, staring into her. “You and I both know that things are not going good.”

She gulped, looking back up at the ceiling, unable to handle the intensity of his stare and words.

“Things just wouldn’t work out between us,” Y/n tried to explain.

“Why? Why not?” Schlatt begged, making her face him again. “I told you, I’d give up my career for you!” 

“I don’t want you to! You’ve spent so long on it, it makes you so happy. And…” She swallowed, trying to keep the words from coming out. “I’m not special or important enough for that.”

Schlatt’s eyes widened. “Where’d you get that idea? Y/n, I was with you for five years, you’re the most amazing person I know!” His hands cupped her cheeks and Y/n had to stop herself from dissolving into his comforting, warm touch.

“You never showed it! You were always busy, I always had to hide our relationship. I’ve just always felt unwanted…” Her vision grew blurry with the forming of tears. “It’s no matter now, it’s over.”

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, Schlatt looking guiltily into Y/n’s eyes as he tenderly held her face. Realistically it was only a few minutes until the larger man hesitantly moved closer to Y/n, his slightly chapped lips pressing against hers. Y/n’s brain screamed at her, not for her sinking into the action and accepting it, but for pushing him away in the first place. She had been fighting with her true feelings for too long, and now she didn’t have the strength to continue.

“Tell me, tell me if you don’t want this and I’ll stop for good. I’m not going to force you to love me if you don’t want to.” His face was nervous and hopeful as he pulled away. “But if you have any doubts about that at all, I’ll keep fighting for you. For us. I’ll do whatever I can to make things right.”

Y/n opened and closed her mouth slightly a few times, she found herself unable and unwilling to form a protest. She wanted this, she wanted him. She didn’t want to keep running. With his touch, everything suddenly felt fixable. No longer did everything seem like a large, unclimbable mountain. All their problems sunk into the shape of hills.

“Please, do that again.” She whispered.

Schlatt grinned.

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The sunlight flowed through the window, illuminating Schlatt in its rays of gold. Y/n pulled herself into a sitting position and watched him for a few moments before she slowly crawled over him in an attempt to get out of the bed without waking him. Still dressed in the clothes she had arrived in, Y/n quietly moved to the door on the tips of her toes.

“Y/n?” Schlatt’s tired and anxious voice sounded from the bed.

“Go back to sleep,” She urged.

“Are you leaving?” 

“I can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Please, don’t go,” He begged, sitting up.

“Get back in bed, go back to sleep,” She rushed over, gently placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the mattress. 

His hand grabbed her wrist, keeping her from leaving. “I thought we worked this out last night, we promised to communicate. Y/n, talk to me. What’s going on?” His brow furrowed.

She huffed. “I was trying to make you breakfast in bed, but I wasn’t sneaky enough.”

Schlatt’s face softened as he pulled her onto his body, hugging her close. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, please let me up. Even if it’s no longer a surprise I need to make breakfast” Y/n tried to get away but his strong arms kept her still.

“Baby, it’s cold outside. Come lay with me where it’s warm. Just for a few minutes?” He pleaded.

She relented, his begging making her body warm with the feeling of being loved. “Of course Jay, just for a few minutes.”

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

JSchlatt Masterlist

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[starfishhy]

Lovefool - Jschlatt x reader

~Fluff~

Hi! This is my first time posting anything here, and my first fanfic in like at least a year! Be nice pls! Feedback and recommendations on what I can do better next time helps a lot (especially format)!

Notes:

- some swearing

- alcohol/getting drunk

- need to know a few OTK members and friends

- reader’s gender isn’t specified

Enjoy! :)

Moving to Texas had been amazing for your career. As a middle level streamer and YouTuber, you had moved to Austin to be closer to your existing friends and make new ones in your line of work. Your closest friend, who had strongly influenced your move from California was Jschlatt. The two of you had met a few years ago during a Minecraft event and had clicked, bouncing off of each other easily. He had introduced you to several of his friends who lived in the area. You had gotten along with Maya specifically because of your shared love of animals, and helped out at Alveus at least once a week.

All that leads you to now, taking big sips of your third strawberry margarita of the night, watching Connor sheepishly do a slurred cover of Queen’s “don’t stop me now” at a local karaoke bar. Maya stood next to you, leaning slightly against the wall nursing her second beer. She nudged you with her elbow.

“You should go up there. Almost everyone else has done something!” She said, jerking her head slightly towards the stage in the small room reserved for singing.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you had already watched Esfand sing his heart out to “take on me”, but that didn’t actually sound like a bad idea.

Draining the rest of your drink, you looked around the room as Connor finished his song and took a small bow. Your group clapped and cheered for him as Malena passed him on her way to the stage. You clapped for her too before telling Maya that you were going to go look at the huge binder full of songs.

You opened the book and began scanning through songs, already having one in mind, as it had been stuck in your head for the past week. While stuck in your own head intently searching for your song, you didn’t feel Schlatt come up next to you until he cleared his throat as a way to announce his presence. You jumped and made a squeaking noise in surprise. You looked up at him to seeing him laughing, which made you laugh too.

“You gonna sing?” He said, a smile still on his face as he looked at you questioningly.

“Mhm!” You hummed. “I’m not sure if they have it though… the words are floating all over the page…” you said, trailing off as Schlatt laughed at you again.

“What’s it called? I’ll help,” he said, leaning over you slightly to look at the pages in the dim light. You could smell beer on his breath, mixed with his cologne.

“I can’t tell you! It’s a surprise!” You insisted, looking up at him, not noticing how close you were.

He huffed a laugh, his half grin still plastered on his face as he met your gaze, leaning his hand on the stand that held the book.

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you said, hiccuping slightly as you spoke.

“Alright, then what’s the first letter? I’ll help you find the section,” he suggested, motioning back towards the book.

“L,” you said, your eyes lingering on him a moment longer as you began to notice how close you were.

He nodded and flipped to the page with the Ls.

“Let me know if you see it,” he said, slowly beginning to flip through the pages.

You nodded, and after a couple flips, you saw it.

“There!” You said, making sure not to point at the song.

He straightened and gestured towards Malena, who had just finished her song and was beginning to walk off the stage. After mumbling a thanks and smiling at him, you took a deep breath and made your way to the stage. You walked up the one step onto the small stage, seeing lasers and colorful lights spinning around the room. Waving at your friends and smiling, you punched in the name of the song, “lovefool”.

The opening notes started, and you took another deep breath. Gripping the mic, you began to sing; cautiously, you looked at the screen to make sure to not miss a word. However, as the song started to pick up, you got sucked into the beat and sang as if you were in the shower, swaying and dancing a little in place.

As the song continued, you got the courage to look up at your small crowd of friends, looking around the room before your eyes landed on Schlatt, who was looking at you with the softest, most pure smile you had ever seen on him. He gave you a thumbs up when your eyes met, and you smiled back through the words of the song.

The chorus came up again, and you didn’t take your eyes off of Schlatt. The moving lights and the upbeat song make your drunken self feel as if you were singing to only him.

“Love me, love me, say that you love me!” you sang with all your heart, winking at him quickly before dancing in a circle and continuing your performance.

As you finished, you set the mic back on the stand before taking a dramatic bow and walking off the stage. Maya and Malena fawned over your “beautiful performance”, as they dragged you to the bar to buy you a celebratory drink. Settling for a light beer, you said you would meet them back with the group, as you needed a moment to decompress a bit before joining them.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, leaning against the wall; it was cool on your back. You felt a warm presence next to you as you opened your eyes. Turning to your left, you saw Schlatt staring straight ahead into the glass doors of your group’s private room.

You took a sip of your beer and leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing. You sighed a little and closed your eyes.

“You did a good gob, (y/n),” he said quietly. Too quietly.

You lifted your head off his shoulder. You could see a slight blush on his cheeks, and noticed he was fidgeting with his hands a bit behind his back.

“What’s wrong, Schlatt?” You questioned, threading your arm through his.

He looked down at you softly, anxiety etched onto his face, though he tried to hide it with a smile.

“Do you really want me to say it?” He asked. Confused, you cocked your head to the side.

“What the song said,” he clarified.

It was your turn to blush as you realized what he meant. It was true, you did have a thing for him, but you had been too drunk at the time to realize the connotations of the song.

“W-well only if you mean it,” you stuttered out.

He huffed a half laugh, accompanied by a little smile.

“Fuck it, we’re both drunk we won’t remember it anyways,” he said thinking out loud. Your face dropped a little, and he noticed. “B-but that’s not to say that I don’t mean it,” he hurried out, turning to face you fully.

“I just don’t wanna fuck this up,” he said a little quieter, taking one of your hands in his.

“Schlatt, whatever you wanna say, I’m here,” you said comfortingly, giving him a gentle smile.

He smiled back at you.

“I love you. I have for a while,” he finally confessed, looking away sheepishly.

Your smile grew to a grin and you squeezed his hand, causing his eyes to slide back to meet yours. You lifted your free hand, having set your beer on the table behind you, and grazed his cheek with your fingertips. You could have sworn he shivered a little. Slowly, you began to reach up on your tip-toes. Apparently you were moving too slow, as he grabbed your waist gently and drew you closer to him, bringing his lips to yours. Your hand flattened against his cheek as the kiss deepened.

After a few moments, you both pulled back in shock of what just happened.

“I love you too,” you whispered to him, connecting your lips once more.

~

AHH I really hope you liked that! Let me know if you'd like to hear more from me! I've got a list of ideas ready, I just need to flesh them out! <3

PART 2 HERE

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[cathers-world]

Sorry it’s taking me a long time to write my next thing promise it’s coming out soon just busy with work!

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