#schlatt x gender neutral reader

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Could you by chance write something with schlatt and age regression? If not that’s fine, have a nice day :D

-🧃anon

You Smell Nice

Schlatt x gender neutral reader (SFW Age Regression) Requested by: 🧃 Genre: Fluff, comfort Proofread: Nope Music: You Are The Main Character Alone in a Museum Warnings: Schlatt getting hate, reader uses a pacifier Summary: After seeing his mod team look through dozens and dozens of not-so-great images sent to him by terrible people, Schlatt needs to destress with his little one. Their simple compliment makes his day so much better. Author's note: Anon, this ask came when Schlatt had to cancel the show in tell because of people sending dead animals to him and his mods. I felt so bad and honestly, it brought out the little in me. I couldn't help but wanna hug him :( -Mod Kenma

People were such assholes. It seemed like every day that was getting confirmed in Schlatt's mind. All he wanted to do was do a show and tell with his fans. That was literally it. But no. He couldn't do something so nice and simple. Instead, his mods were harassed with images that he wouldn't even dare speak of. Instead of making a public announcement that it would be canceled, he decided to reply to Charlie's tweet. Quickly turned off his phone and left it on his desk. He didn't want to see what anybody said, not even Charlie. He was frustrated and didn't want to take it out on someone undeserving. He walked out of the bedroom and began to look for you. All he wanted was to be with you while you did whatever. He found you on the couch, cuddling up with a stuffed animal and Jambo. The cat noticed his presence first, meowing at his owner. You turned your head, confused for a moment before smiling. Schlatt could tell by the look in your eyes that you were feeling small today. He smiled back at you and leaned over the couch. "What's up, buttercup?" You told him about the cartoon you were watching, playing with one of Jambo's paws. Schlatt nodded along, letting his worries wash away with every excited noise you made. When you invited him to watch with you, Schlatt didn't hesitate to scoop you up in his arms and lay down with you on top of him. He began to play with your hair, minding the small knots. He tried to not let the upsetting images get to him but it was challenging. They made him sick to his stomach. As much as he tried to hide that nothing was bothering him, you picked up on it easily. "Bubba?" You whispered, tugging on his shirt. Schlatt looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay..?" That alone made him want to break down and cry right then and there. "I'm just a little stressed kiddo. Papa isn't a big fan of the internet right now." You nodded and grabbed his hoodie tightly. You muttered a soft sorry and began to chew on the collar of your shirt. Schlatt gently took it out of your mouth and grabbed one of the many pacifiers hidden throughout the house. He placed it in your mouth and turned his attention back to the cartoon. You scooted yourself closer to his neck, finding his shoulder a more comfortable place to rest your head. You inhaled sharply, sniffed Schlatt's hoodie, and slit out your pacifier. "Smell. You smell." You said, looking up. Schlatt's face turned a dark red color. He didn't know if you meant that positively or negatively. "Good or bad?" He asked, mentally ready to get up and shower. You sniffed him once again and smiled. "Good. You smell nice." You tripped over your words as you described that he smelt like fresh laundry and baby powder. "Thank you, sweetheart." He mumbled, kissing your forehead and putting your paci back into your mouth. An hour later you had fallen asleep, the sweet scent of Schlatt's hoodie helping. He laid with you the entire time, fighting off sleep. He wanted to treasure this moment with you for as long as he possibly could. Just you being with him made him feel so much better. Stream ideas could wait, all he needed was you.

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[justkiddingiminlove]

Little Bit of Tum Pt.2

Hey, imma be gone for two weeks so this should hold yall over while i'm out.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/justkiddingiminlove/728143107309404160/little-bit-of-tum?source=share

Enjoy. ♥

☆-NSFW under the cut-☆

As you hold Schlatt from Behind, your eyes lock in the mirror before you. His deep, chocolaty brown eyes practically begging you to touch him more.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as your hands gently creep into his sweats. your fingers trace invisible patterns on his chub as they lower, leaving a faint tingling sensation behind.

His breath hitches the moment he feels your dainty hands wrap around his length. You gently rub and massage the base before slowly pumping up and down.

It's a blissful agony for Schlatt. His baby smugly jerking him off in front of a mirror, just to prove a point.

You hook your fingers into his waist band, and gently pull down both his sweats and boxers in one go. He can't bear to look at his flushed form in the mirror, His 'big guy' ego prevents him from doing so.

You chuckle softly before shifting so that you rest on your knees before him. Your eyes gaze into his, silently mocking him. You've made your normally very stubborn, and very proud Boyfriend turn into a puddle of mush. Putty in your hands.

His cock twitches lightly in your grasp, and that kicks you into overdrive.

Leaning forward slightly, you gently take his tip into your mouth. Careful to not give him relief and release to soon, you slowly begin sucking.

It's difficult to fit his whole length into your mouth without gagging, but you push through. For him.

His eyes never leave you. He desperately wants more friction, or at least a faster pace. But you don't let up.

He curses under his breath before promptly gripping your hair, and beginning to face fuck you. His length places kisses to the back of your pretty throat, making you gasp and gag from his rough thrusts.

Muffled moans spill from your lips as he creeps upon his climax. He grunts lightly with each thrust into your mouth, each one like music to your ears.

He grunts one last time before he releases. Hot, sticky cum coats your throat. You moan at the taste, and he keeps his eyes on you. Watching your eyes close happily as you greedily swallow every last drop.

Once Schlatt's finished, he gently scoops you up and lays you in bed, being extra careful not to bump you against anything.

He climbs into the soft, silky sheets next to you, and gently wraps his strong arms around you. Keeping you all for himself.

Seems the plan worked.

You proved your point, and he isn't gonna try to prove you wrong any time soon.

#no use of y/n #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #gender neutral reader #jschlatt smut #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #schlatt #jschlatt brainrot weeeeee

[nvmadic]

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS - SCHLATT

prompt: the reader seeks out schlatt's help to help them beat a level on a game but find him rather occupied. words: 2,799 warnings: nsfw/18+, exhib/voyeurism, oral sex, praise kink notes: gn!reader, no pronouns this is something i had sitting in my drafts incomplete until this ask inspired me to finish this. so thank you !

For several days, Schlatt found refuge in your apartment while urgent maintenance work was underway in his own place. The relentless clamour of hammers and whirring drills disrupted his ability to record videos, prompting him to seek a tranquil space. Grateful for your understanding, he arrived with a sheepish smile and a few bags, apologizing for the inconvenience. He reassured you that he would make every effort to minimize noise and avoid disrupting your daily routine. Being the supportive friend you were, you gladly extended your help. And to your delight, he brought along his affectionate feline companions, who purred contentedly as they familiarized themselves with the new environment.

In the midst of limited space and an unfamiliar environment, Schlatt ingeniously pieced together a reasonably functional and efficient setup in your spare room. Rising early each day, he diligently recorded his videos, making the most of the resources at hand. When he wasn't occupied with errands or work during the mornings and afternoons, he relished the quieter evenings, savouring your company and engaging in late-night conversations over some takeout and games.

Utterly drained and overwhelmed, you slumped back in your chair, fixated on the incessantly flashing screen before you. Determined not to surrender, you had been locked in an infuriating battle with this level of the game that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Repeatedly respawning at the same checkpoint, you were mercilessly taunted by the similar obstacles and enemies that stood in your path. Your fingers danced with well-practised precision, each button press a desperate attempt to forge a path forward, yet success eluded you. The patterns of each obstacle, the strategies of each enemy, and even the haunting sound of your virtual demise had been etched into your memory. Frustration mingled with weariness, your resolve teetering on the edge of collapse beneath the weight of continuous defeat.

Grasping the weighty controller in your hand, an internal battle waged within, torn between pressing the dreaded Respawn button once more or surrendering to seek out a mentally rejuvenating activity. Though the inclination to surrender loomed large, a flicker of determination flickered deep within your core. Refusing to admit defeat just yet, you delved into the recesses of your mind, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. And then, as if struck by lightning, an epiphany illuminated your thoughts, flooding them with a burst of inspiration. Without a moment's hesitation, you sprang from your seat and made a beeline for Schlatt's temporary sanctuary. Imagining him facing the frustrations and setbacks that had tested your patience brought a mischievous smile to your lips.

As you approached the door, a pleasant surprise washed over you as you noticed it was slightly ajar. In the days prior, Schlatt had diligently worked behind closed doors, the firmly shut entrance serving as a clear indication that he needed uninterrupted focus. The sight of the slightly open door now hinted at the possibility of a break in his concentrated efforts, sparking curiosity within you. Tentatively pushing open the door, your eyes immediately fell on a frantic and flustered Schlatt. Caught off guard by the scene before you, it was immediately evident that he wasn't simply working on his videos; a mix of surprise and arousal wash over you as you watch him pleasuring himself. His large hand eagerly rubbed at his shaft as he bucked his own hips in an attempt to thrust himself further into his tight grasp. His brows furrowed with concentration, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand moved with fervour.

Intently watching the video on his monitor in front of him, he sat with his cock pulled over his shorts almost as if he was reacting on a lustrous impulse and immediately needed to alleviate himself of some built-up tension. His arm moved with hast and vigour, betraying a sense of desperation. Standing there, frozen in indecision, caught between two conflicting desires. Part of you just wanted to immediately divert your gaze and slowly creep out having pretended nothing had ever happened, but another part of you was intrigued. Unequivocally drawn to the possibility that the open door was an open invitation, a tacit acknowledgement of some unspoken tension that had emerged between you both.

Schlatt's attention was completely captured by the video before him, struggling to multitask pleasuring himself as a result; his pace haltering as he watched the screen intently. His breathing became more pronounced as he focused on the monitor, with each soft groan in the form of an exhale serving as a release of tension.

You hesitated, reluctant to make any sudden movements. Despite the fact that he had his headset securely resting over his ears, the mere idea of shifting your weight and potentially causing a floorboard to creak, drawing his attention towards you, ignited a blend of anxiety and anticipation within your stomach. You found yourself caught in a captivating mix of nervousness and excitement, uncertain of how the rest of this would unfold. As you stood eagerly anticipating his actions, he continued to thrust himself into his own fisted grip. Swinging his head back and suppressing a throaty groan that had escaped his lips. His chest heaved as his heart rate spiked, and his breathing was somewhat frantic.

Regardless of the fact that he was sitting facing his computer, you could still discern how flushed and sweaty his face had become as he continued to touch himself, the odd strand or two of hair glued to the thin sheet of sweat that blanketed his forehead. Readjusting himself in his seat, his face contorted slightly with a hint of discontent as he reached for his mouse as it seemed he was no longer interested in the video that was currently playing on his screen. As Schlatt swiftly closed the tab of the video on his screen, your social media page came into view, revealing that he had already been browsing it before your arrival.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, a surge of shock coursed through you, causing your stomach to plummet and an instantaneous wave of nausea to wash over you. The sensation was quickly replaced by a rush of warmth that flooded your cheeks, signalling the onset of an intense blush. Heart beating out of your chest, you curiously watched as he casually browsed your page, his gaze fixated on the screen. The mix of curiosity and arousal grew within you, wanting to see what caught his attention. With each flick of his finger, your anticipation heightened.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Schlatt's lips as his eyes settled on a particular photo. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a subtle signal of his growing desire. You couldn't help but wonder which image had captured his attention, your mind racing with possibilities. As his hand moved to adjust the grip on his still-aching length, his eyes locked onto a picture of you in a revealing outfit, and a teasing smile adorned your lips. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, the air growing thick with unspoken desire. Your phone, nestled snugly in your pocket, suddenly began to ring, as if fate had conspired against you to ruin this moment. The headset that had been previously blocking out all external sound was now nothing more than a feeble attempt at noise cancellation, as it failed to mask the blaring ringtone of your device. In a split second, Schlatt's head quickly swivelled in your direction, surreptitiously sitting forward and using the fabric of his sweatshirt to cover himself. "I didn't hear you come in," Schlatt's lips curved into a smile as he spoke, his eyes betraying a trace of self-consciousness. As you scrambled to silence your phone, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if he knew you had been standing there the whole time and was now carefully watching your reaction.

Your face remained fixed on his screen, and his expression became increasingly difficult to read as you watched. His face bore a subtle expression that you couldn't quite decipher, and you found your eyes flitting nervously between the images and his features, searching for some clue as to what he was thinking. There was a palpable tension in the air, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation. It felt like a standoff, with both of you silently waiting for the other to make a move, uncertain of what would happen next. "You could have chosen some better pictures of me to jerk off to," you bit, breaking the silence. Schlatt's eyes widened momentarily, caught off-guard by your brazen comment. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The tension in the room seemed to shift as if a new dynamic had been established. His eyes stayed fixed on you, occasionally flickering downwards to take in the details of your form as you drew closer. "Or, you could just come over here and finish the job." He suggested, rather sternly.

Your breath hitched at his bold proposition, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you closed the distance between the two of you, your heart pounding in your chest. With each step, your desire deepened, the line between curiosity and arousal becoming blurrier by the second. Standing before him, you locked eyes with Schlatt, the air heavy with unspoken desire. His gaze was intense, unwavering as he watched you, his hand still delicately shielding his now throbbing length. You felt a surge of confidence welling up within you, empowered by the dominant energy radiating from Schlatt.

Without a word, you slowly sank to your knees. The anticipation grew as you reached out, your hand hesitating for just a moment before gently slipping beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, exposing his hardened shaft to the cool air.

He looked down at you with an intense lustrous gaze, subtly biting at the inside of his lip as he intently anticipated your touch. Feeling his eyes burning into you, you couldn't help but be fueled by his desire. With a hungry glint in your eyes, you wrapped your fingers around his exposed length, marvelling at its warmth and hardness. Slowly, you began to slide your hand up and down his shaft, your touch firm and deliberate. Schlatt's breath hitched as your hand moved along his length, his eyes locked onto the mesmerizing motion. A low growl escaped his throat, betraying the mix of pleasure and anticipation that coursed through his veins. Encouraged by his reaction, you increased the pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

You could feel the urgency in Schlatt's movements, his body trembling under your touch. With each stroke, you matched his rhythm, giving him the friction he craved. His groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that fueled your own arousal.

As you continued to pleasure him, your free hand ventured higher, teasingly grazing his inner thigh before cupping his balls. You gently massaged them, relishing in the way his hips spasmed in response. The scent of arousal permeated the air, mingling with the sound of wet slickness as your hand moved rhythmically over his throbbing length. Schlatt's eyes never left you, burning holes into your soul with their intensity. He longed to see you engulf him in warmth and wetness, to have your lips and tongue dance along his sensitive flesh. Unable to hold back any longer, he uttered a strangled plea, his voice filled with need. "Please, take me in your mouth."

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you listened to Schlatt's plea, unable to resist his intense desire. Without hesitation, you released your grip on him, moistening your lips before leaning in closer. With your hand still cupping his balls, providing gentle support, you lowered your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue began to delicately trace the rim of his tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Schlatt's breath hitched at the sensation, his fingers tensing as he gripped the armrest of his chair. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, allowing him to feel the warmth and wetness enveloping him. As you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his length, you felt him grow impossibly harder. Your tongue swirled around him, coaxing every gasp and groan from his lips. Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened, his body trembling with pleasure.

With each bob of your head, you added a gentle suction, intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. Your hand continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp. In the midst of your passionate actions, the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a delicious mix of saltiness and musk. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his hips involuntarily thrusting subtly into your mouth, seeking deeper contact. The sound of your wet slurping mingled with his moans, creating an intoxicating symphony of pleasure in the room.

"That's it, just like that." The words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, fueling your own desire. Encouraged by his response, you increased the suction, your tongue swirling around him with fervour. Each stroke of your lips and the tightness of your mouth showcased your eagerness to please him. The sound of your wet mouth moving over his cock filled the room, erotically punctuated by his moans and explicit exclamations. 

"You're doing such a good job," he hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking slightly in response to your skilled ministrations. The words ignited a surge of satisfaction within you, spurring you on to give him even more pleasure. The affirmation from Schlatt spurred you on, fuelling your own desire to provide him with even more pleasure. With a newfound determination, you intensified your suction, your tongue teasing and flicking against his sensitive head. Each movement brought him closer to the edge, his hips rocking in rhythm with your mouth.

Schlatt continued to watch intently, his eyes taking in every last detail of your face fervidly taking in his stiff length, glistening with the wetness of your saliva. Your lips moved up and down his shaft, your tongue swirling around his head, savouring the taste of him. The wetness and warmth of your mouth enveloped him, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. As you continued to worship him with your mouth, the anticipation between you both reached its peak. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on the armrest as he teetered on the edge of release. Soft whimpers began to pass his lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

The sight of Schlatt giving in to his overwhelming pleasure was mesmerizing. His head thrown back, his soft whimpers filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fueled your own desire. You intensified your movements, quickening the pace and taking him deeper into your mouth, eager to push him over the edge.

His climax nearing, Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened even further as his knuckles began to fade colour. You could feel his muscles tense, his breathing becoming more erratic. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. With one final lingering flick of your tongue, you felt Schlatt's body stiffen and then convulse in ecstasy. His moans escalated into a guttural cry, his release spilling into the warm depths of your mouth. The taste of him, salty yet sweet, ignited your own arousal, a sense of satisfaction washing over you as you continued to pleasure him through his orgasm.

With each convulsion of his body, his moans subsided into deep breaths, his grip on the armrest gradually loosening. As his pleasure gradually subsided, you slowly released him from your mouth, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. The room was enveloped in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the air heavy with a mix of desire and fulfilment.

As Schlatt blinked heavily, it was evident that the intensity of the moment had left him temporarily speechless. His respirations began to even out, his body relaxing against the chair. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having left him in such a state of blissful satisfaction. Schlatt's chest rose and fell with each steady breath, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of satisfaction and desire. He cleared his throat, his voice raspy yet filled with newfound confidence. "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to please," he stated, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Impressive."

As Schlatt concealed his manhood, the explicit energy in the room began to subside, replaced by a sense of contentment and relaxation. The afterglow of your passionate encounter lingered, your bodies still charged with the remnants of desire. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I'll keep the door open from now on."

link to the rest of my work [x]

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #chuckle sandwich #chucklesandwich #smut #x reader #gender neutral insert

[sunshine-on-marz]

dad figure schlatt and his dumbass teen reader?

please i need some father in my life

-bee

Omggg I’m a sucker for parental x readers!!!!!!

Kiddo

A little tw for implied bad home life

You’d been streaming for nearly an hour at this point. That when schlatt, who’d become a father figure nearly a year ago after figuring out about your not to ideal home life, walked in. You’d been spending the night at his house for nearly a week straight at this point but you, despite the dozens of nights you’d spend over and likely hundreds of hours you’d spend around him, you’d never get used to the way he’d bust into a room. Usually you’d just squeak a little, but this time, for the first time, you called him dad. “DAD! Gah! You scared the shit out of me- oh fuck…” it took a moment for you to notice what you’d said, but chat and the man infront of you noticed immediately. “Kiddo-“ he whispered, small tears pricking his eyes that he quickly blinked away. You simply played with the hem of your shirt, scared at how he’d react. “Toots, look at me,” he said gently, bending down to reach your eye level. You looked at him teary eyed and placed his hands on your shoulders. “I love you so much, ok? I’d be honored to be your dad, but there’s no pressure for that title. I love you just as much even if you never spoke to me again” giggling at the last part, you hugged him tightly. He hugged you back before pulling away and kissing your forehead. That’s when he remembered you where live. He stood up and looked at the camera “I HAVE A KID!” You laughed and hid your face in your hands as he ruffled your hair.

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Schladdy- I’ll stop now

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #x child reader #dsmp x child!reader #dad!schlatt

[unhonest-iago]

Birds & the Bees

Synopsis; how the birds & the bees conversation goes w/ Philza, Jschlatt, & Techno (separately)

Philza

Awkward as f, uses the word ‘mate’ a lot (not meaning friend), mentions how some species mate for life and how that could apply to hybrids

'be careful who you canoodle with, some species mate for life'

'i remember when i first met my mate, the goddess of death'

'i don't know about foxes but crows mate for life'

you know, the usual amount of trauma that comes from the birds and the bees talk

Jschlatt

Absolute worst, is drunk when he gives the talk

Goes into so much graphic detail

Doesn’t even cover stuff that he should; like how certain types of lubes can only be applied to toys based on material

Wasn’t going to even give you the talk until he remembered his dad giving him the talk and figured he should get it out of the way

Passed out afterwards, never bringing it up or mentioning it again

It ends up being one of the few memories you have when he dies

Techno

Probably doesn’t bother to give the talk as he thinks you’re old enough to know the consequences of unsafe sex

That said, he’s comfortable answering any questions, as he’ll probably just hand you a book that has the information

Not the ‘your body is changing’ type but like a genuine thing or at the very least craft up a pamphlet for ya

Keeps it short and sweet

#iago writes #x reader #dsmp techno #dsmp jschlatt #dsmp philza #philza #schlatt #techno #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #techno x reader #schlatt x reader #philza x reader #mcytblr #dsmpblr #mcyt #dsmp

[ohbabydollie]

jschlatt x bigger streamer! reader

(gender neutral??? its alr if not)

i’ll try to be as gender neutral as i can

schlatt had the BIGGEST crush on you for the longest time

he was unaware of you and ted being childhood friends and got jealous when you responded to ted’s tweets meanwhile you don’t even follow schlatt

one night, when he was drunk and on a call with ted he told him about his crush on you causing ted to make a few calls

almost shit himself when he found out ted invited you onto chuckle week and couldn’t stop himself from smiling the whole way to LA knowing he was gonna meet you

as soon as he meets you, he’s flirting to the max

his personality does a almost complete 180 in your presence, trying to keep the crude comments to a minimum and treat you with respect

once he realizes it’s okay, the sex jokes are nonstop along with flirting

“so, y/n i’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re really into baking these days” ted asks as you nod smiling “yeah, i love making pies recently, especially from scratch”

“i can give you a type of pie for sure” schlatt says grinning before ted sprays him with a spray bottle (he got it specifically for this ep) “bad schlatt, no hitting on my guests”

when the episode is released everyone goes wild

the duo no one expected but everyone realizes they needed

people love seeing the two of you together and love seeing your dynamic

it led to more content and interactions between the two of you

people tended to call schlatt a dickrider and clout chaser especially considering that you were much more popular than him to begin with

it didn’t bother you as much honestly

you knew schlatt was genuine especially when the relationship started

he had asked you to keep it private and you agreed

you didn’t reveal it until years into your relationship

when people recorded his proposal to you and posted it online unaware of who you both were and caused a stir

you both were unaware until the next morning when you both woke up to a bunch of notifications on twitter, some congratulating you both, bashing you for being with schlatt, etc.

it didn’t matter to either of you as long as you both were happy

for the most part everyone was excited about the proposal

and they can’t wait until the wedding

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

[beewritesstuff69]

Kids ~ A Jschlatt x reader oneshot

summary: Schlatt asks if you would ever consider having kids with him after spending a day around them for a video

paring: Jschlatt x reader (mentions of ludwig) reader gender neutral and I use you/your for this.

type: Fluff

!!Enjoy!!

You walked into the kitchen of your AirBNB, smiling as you realize your boyfriend, Jschlatt had already gone shopping for your stay with him in Los angeles, he was filming a video with Ludwig and invited you with him, he was playing as a babysitter, you didn’t really understand, having not a lot of online presence unlike your boyfriend, but you were happy if he was, then the door unlocked, speak of the devil you thought to yourself and walked to the door, smiling broadly as Schlatt took you in his arms immediately. “Hey, J” you whispered happily in his ear, and he responds with a small grin and says “Hey, pumpkin” you smiled and walked back to the kitchen, Schlatt following behind like a puppy, he wrapped his arms around your waist and gently whispered in your ear “So the film with Ludwig was about me being a babysitter you know…” You nodded waiting for him to continue as he left a slight ellipsis at the end of that sentence “And they were all really cute, which brings me to my question…” You smiled, as if reading his mind you immediately knew what he was about to ask but let him finish anyway “Would you ever like to have kids with me?” You smiled and nodded once more “Of course, I’d love to have them one day” that made Schlatt smile and hide his face into the crook of your neck, his mutton chops tickling you “I’m glad” he said, still nuzzled into your neck, you giggle, you knew you were in for a night of cuddling tonight.

#jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #jschlatt fluff #schlatt #schlatt fluff #no use of y/n

[iamthemain-character]

The Stranger

Watching the person you love change into someone unrecognizable hurts, but what happens when they reappear- twice.

c!wilbur x reader, c!ghostbur x reader, c!revivebur x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: mentions of betrayal, destruction, mentions of canonical violence, death, angst

mcyt masterlist

i can’t remember the last time

we sat at the table, just the two of us

looked into each other’s eyes

and made the choice to choose us

These days, there wasn’t much to Wilbur. He was always pacing the halls of the base, muttering and mumbling to himself. It was concerning behavior to those who loved him, but any attempts to help him were quickly brushed off.

It was disturbing, seeing how obsessed he was with the idea of blowing up L’manburg. Once upon a time that nation had been Wilbur’s pride and joy, his masterpiece. Even when Schlatt had taken it from him, Wilbur had a fire and a determination to get it back. Now, however, he was an empty shell of a man who cared for nothing and no one.

It was stressful for Y/n especially; they loved Wilbur with all their heart, but they didn’t like who he was becoming. Between trying to continue with efforts to recover L’manburg and trying to stop Wilbur from completely losing it, Y/n felt stretched and strained to the max. Sometimes they wondered if it was all worth fighting for.

One such evening, Y/n came out of the potato farm in Pogtopia after working through the afternoon while Technoblade was away. As they wiped the dirt from their hands, they looked up and saw Wilbur sitting on a rock, muttering to himself.

For a moment Y/n just watched, unsure of what to do; it wasn't as if it was the first time they had seen Wilbur like this, but every day they were becoming more and more scared they were going to lose their lover.

"You alright there Wil?"

When there was no response, Y/n walked over, kneeling down in front of the motionless man. Gently taking his hands in their own, they offered a small smile. "Are you alright Wilbur?"

Slowly Wilbur's head lifted, eyes dragging across Y/n and meeting their's. A chill ran through Y/n as they saw how hollow and cold that gaze was, remembering how warm and comforting those eyes used to be.

Getting up, Y/n tugged a little at Wilbur's hands, encouraging him to follow them. "Come on; when was the last time we actually took some time for just the two of us? Lets go do something fun tonight, everything else can wait for just a little while."

Wilbur did follow suit, but he removed his hands from Y/n's, stuffing them in his pockets. Letting out an empty laugh, he just barely pressed his lips to Y/n's forehead, a ghost of a kiss. "Not tonight, not tonight."

And just like that, Y/n watched Wilbur leave again, feeling like they had lost something, something that would never be found again.

Let's trace the steps of where we've been

To make it feel like home again

They had won. The Pogtopian army had actually reclaimed L'manburg. Dream had surrendered, Schlatt was dead, and they were all free to reenter L'manburg and make it their beloved home again.

Y/n watched with pride as Wilbur finished his speech on the podium, effectively handing over the presidency to Tubbo. Tears shone in their eyes as they watched Wilbur shake Tubbo's hand, then turning and coming down the steps to Y/n.

A smile on his face, Wilbur grabbed Y/n and pulled them close to his chest, twirling around with them. Leaning back, he pressed a deep kiss to their lips; warmth flooded through Y/n's chest, feeling just like they did when Wilbur had first started dating them. Flushing, Y/n shyly smiled at Wilbur when they parted, just happy to have him back.

"I love you Y/n."

"And I love you Wilbur."

Pressing one more kiss to Y/n's lips, Wilbur gently guided them towards the direction of Tubbo and the whole army. "Go, greet your new president."

Confused, Y/n tilted their head. "Aren't you coming with?"

Wilbur pressed his lips to the back of Y/n's hand that he was still holding, then letting it go and allowing it to fall back to their side. "Not to worry, I'll be right behind you. Go, go! Enjoy your victory."

So with a skip in their step, Y/n went to help take down the festival decorations. Just as they were about to call out to Tubbo, however, Technoblade pulled out his crossbow and shot the newly established president, angry that the government was continuing. Various screams and yelling ensued, and chaos consumed the area. Trying to fend for themselves and find Wilbur, Y/n looked up as they heard a strange, yet not unfamiliar sizzling sound.

And then everything exploded.

And you play the stranger

I'll play the girl at the bar

The same place where this all got started

Sometimes I wish I didn't know you all

So we could do it all over

And fall all over each other again

As the warmth from the sun started to disappear, Y/n stood up and stretched out their back, looking at the hard work they had put into their farm. Rows of various vegetables and grains stood before them, proudly growing in the nutritious soil.

As Y/n began to gather up their tools and supplies, a rush of cool air rushed over them.

"Oh, hello!"

Whipping around, sword drawn, Y/n analyzed who had snuck up on them. As they looked at the face before them, their stomach flipped, the sword dropping to the ground. "Wil... Wilbur?"

There was no mistaking it, the intruder was Wilbur. Yet, he looked different; the air around him was cold, and it seemed as if he wasn't fully colorized, like someone had permanently placed grayscale on him. Wilbur was also slightly transparent in the sunlight, like if Y/n blinked he would suddenly evaporate into the air. Wilbur's eyes were half-lidded, an airy, dreamy look about him.

Wilbur turned his head to the side, thinking about Y/n's response. "I'm Ghostbur, but I think you must be thinking of Alivebur." Recognition flashed across his face, a large smile spreading across. "Oh yes! He knew you very well, I have lots of memories of you."

Scoffing slightly, Y/n took a step back. "Wait, I don't understand. Ghostbur?"

Slowly Wilbur, or Ghostbur, walked - though admittedly it looked more like floated- over to inspect the crops Y/n had just finished planting. "Mhm, I'm Ghostbur, I'm not Wilbur." Ghostbur's face scrunched up in disgust for a moment, before returning once more to his airy composure. "Though I suppose we were, or maybe are, connected."

"I see."

"Anyways, I've been introducing myself to everyone, so it's nice to meet you Y/n."

Taking a deep breath, Y/n considered how they might approach this new Ghostbur/Wilbur situation. For a moment, they wanted to run away or scream all their frustration at the man, but as they watched him gently run his fingers over a blossom, they realized he was nothing like the man who had betrayed them. Y/n had often wished for a fresh start, and while this was far from it, it was a new beginning.

"It's nice to meet you too, Ghostbur."

Ghostbur smiled widely, rushing over to Y/n's side as they walked back towards the house. "Would you like to meet Friend? He is my friend, and he is so very nice, I think he'd like you. By the way, would you like some blue?"

I know you remember that first night

I asked if you would wanna dance

You made me laugh in the neon light

With your two left feet telling me you can't

Strecthing out their arms, Y/n leaned back against the log behind them, pointing their shoes towards the campfire. Across from them, Tommy's face sat, knees pulled to his chest as he started at the charcoals. Ghostbur sat with them, occasionally drifting arounds as he got distracted. Y/n didn't know what to say, so instead they looked around Tommy's place of banishment. While nothing really seemed outrightly amiss, the whole area and Tommy's manner made a pit in Y/n's stomach, like they were in danger.

"Why aren't you dancing?"

Ghostbur's voice pulled Y/n out of their thoughts, and they turned to see what the ghost was talking about.

Ghostbur's eyes looked in Y/n's direction, but they seemed to look past the latter, as if he was seeing something entirely different. "You love dancing, especially after dinner. You and Alivebur used to dance for hours, didn't you?"

Y/n felt their throat get tight at the mention of Wilbur, Ghostbur pulling up one of their happiest memories.

"May I have this dance?" Wilbur's chair scraped the floor as he stood up, offering his hand to Y/n. "But of course kind Sir." Lightly laughing, Y/n allowed themself to get pulled in by their boyfriend, letting out a content sigh. Wilbur leaned his forehead against Y/n's, eyes shutting slowly as the couple took in the moment. The only music that played was the song in their heart, but that was of no concern to them. Tomorrow would come with its challenges and responsibilities, but for now, nothing else mattered as the lovers danced in the dying light of the fireplace.

"I don't dance."

Let's trace those steps 'til we can find

Where we got lost in love that time

Tears pricked Y/n's eyes, but they refused to let them fall, determined to remain strong. Early morning light shone down on the person in front of Y/n, almost making him look beautiful, but they were too consumed with the fact that he was standing at the door.

"H- um, Hello?" Smiling a little too brightly, Wilbur held out the boquet of flowers in his hands.

Coldly Y/n laughed, grinding their teeth as the shook their head in disbelief. "Hello? That's really all you have to say for yourself?"

For a moment, a flash of hurt appeared on Wilbur's face, but then it was gone, only leaving his cocky and devil-may-care attitude. "Well it was either that or good morning."

Done with the conversation, Y/n started to close the door. Wilbur's hand shot out, palm slamming against the wood in an attempt to stop it.

"Wilbur Soot, you have approximately 5 seconds to get off my porch before I singlehandedly send you back to whatever hole your sorry self crawled out of."

Taking a deep breath, Wilbur nodded his head. "Okay, maybe I deserve that. But Y/n, come on, can we at least talk?"

Y/n felt themself get hot at the sheer audacity of this man. "Oh yeah, for sure, lets sit together over some tea and talk about how my boyfriend ignored and betrayed me and effectively broke my heart."

Shaking their head, Y/n rapidly blinked as they tried not to cry. "You have no right, showing up here on my doorstep, living and breathing without a care in the world. I have spent so long, so many sleepless nights and never-ending days, trying so desperately to get over you, to figure out what I did wrong. And now you show up, thinking you're XD's gift to the server, with a bouquet as if I am some young, naïve person that you can just sweep off their feet. Well guess what Wilbur, I'm not; unlike you, I've worked and fought for everything in my life, and you are not about to screw that all up again."

Hot tears ran down Y/n's cheeks, and for the first time, Wilbur actually looked ashamed of himself. Setting the bouquet off to the side, Wilbur simply held out his hands, looking into Y/n's eyes. "I know I've messed up, really badly, but please Y/n; I want to give us another try."

so we could do it all over

and fall all over each other

again

#Spotify #dsmp #dreamsmp #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #c!wilbur soot x reader #ghostbur #alivebur #c!ghostbur #c!alivebur

[elizabarnes]

Sum of all my drafts!

Just a summary for each draft, if it has a check that means I’ve finished it!

If it was asked then the ask will be the summary!

✅(Asked) “Wait, how did you get in?” : imagine you notice weird things going on around your apartment...things go missing, stuff is moved, little things like that, but you don't think much of it. But then imagine you wake up one night to a noise and you see this tall figure standing at the end of your bed going through things on your vanity. The figure hears you and turns around before pinning you down with his large hand clamped around your mouth. (I can't decide if you should know Ted or not so you can decide that). He ends up fucking you, lots of "I've been waiting for this for so long." "I'm gonna make you so happy." "All mine now." "My little dolly". You know, cute shit like that. (Also IDK how you'd want to incorporate this but i'm also like imagining that scene in The Boy where the dude has the girls dress and like recreated her on his bed?) Anyway, name of Jesus Christ, Amen

Your sweet kisses : go to this link and it’s the person I got the idea from!

(Ask) “That’s it.” : Just a request can you make a fic of Jschlatt making you squirt.

(Ask) Back from the dead and now in my bed : WHAT IF REVIVEBUR WAS DRESSED IN A COMPRESSION SHIRT AND CARGO JEANS!? AND THEN GOES TO Y/N'S ROOM AND... SEDUCES HER!?!? OR PRAISE HER!?!? OR IDK MAKE IT IN YOUR TASTE!

(Ask) “Love, they don’t hate you.” : Could you please write a cc!Wilbur x non-cc!reader where the chat knows Wilbur is dating someone but they don't know who, but one day the reader enters the room in the middle of a stream and freak out when they realize? Just some comfort bc the reader is thinking "omg they hate me". Gender neutral if possible!

(Ask) “Simp.” : Can we get some Simpbur fluff ? Maybe some cuddles and kisses ? I dunno I'm spit balling

(Ask but I came up with the idea) Sweat : the ask: Please write something about wilbur soot I need him / My idea: Anyway I’m gonna write Will taking your virginity after a lvjy gig cuz why not?

(Ask) Drunk confessions : imagine ted/schlatt being drunk and just confessing their feelings for you because they’re drunk so why not, fuck it right? then they just ramble on before you can even reply because they’re expecting it to be unreciprocated

(Ask) Adorable drunk : Clingy, drunk Wilbur??

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Schlatt Dating Headcanons

Schlatt x gender neutral reader Requested by: Beloved Proofread: N/A Genre: Fluff Music: A Dark Academia Playlist To Read To Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mention, pocket knife mention Author's Note: My beloved irl requested this and I haven't stopped thinking about it. My inner parasocial Twitter user came out lol -Mod Kenma

I wanna start off with Schlatt is not affectionate on camera

The most he'll do is put his arm over your shoulder and even then that's when you two are in the background of pics, vlogs, and streams

Off-camera though, he's different

He'll give you random hugs when you're doing something, ask you to cuddle, and just hold you close

Just because he's being affectionate doesn't mean he's gonna be soft

He'll still be a little aggressive but that's just his personality

He is a lot kinder to you on camera

He won't call you really mean things or be a complete dick to you

But he'll still be annoying

Especially if either of you starts a bit

Steal his mountain of Rammie plushies

Take a Jambo plush and just carry it around the house

Schlatt would have to do a double-take because at first from the corner of his eye he thought it was actually Jambo

You're Jambo's other cat parent I don't make the rules

Schlatt is thankful that you love Jambo as much as him

It's mainly because he gets really worried about the cat and doesn't have eyes everywhere to make sure he doesn't get into anything

When you hold Jambo like a baby his heart melts

The two of you probably spend hours on Amazon and Etsy for outfits for Jambo

Schlatt probably has loads of pictures of you and Jambo

Hell, that fucker probably has a lot of photos of you regardless

Most of them are you doing everyday things but the lighting was just too perfect to ignore

You two go to a lot of events together

Most of the time you two act like complete fools to go with Schlatt's wack-ass online persona but it can be really fun sometimes

Like when you two got drunk at Sneeg's wedding

Well more like everyone around you got drunk while you stopped at a comfortable buzz

You have to talk Schlatt out of doing a lot of dangerous stuff

Like every 5 seconds he was pulling out the small pocket knife and you had to keep it on you so he would stop

Remember when he took a 5-hour energy shot and got all shaky?

Yeah you had to help him relax after that

Dating Schlatt isn't always sunshine and rainbows

Or in this case energy drinks and cat pics

When the internet is being more shitty than usual, you help him put his phone down and spend some time off the internet

When this happens, the two of you usually cuddle up and watch a comfort movie or show

Then you eat a comfort meal

Schlatt doesn't say it often but he really appreciates it when you do this stuff with him

It makes him feel loved and it gets him out of his shell and admits that the internet does frustrate him sometimes

Charlie and Ted love you and want to talk to you all the time

Quackity loves making fun of Schlatt with you

He's really happy you get along with his friends, to be honest

He was worried at first that they wouldn't like you or their girlfriends wouldn't like you but they all do!

Schlatt wouldn't trade you for the world

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x gender neutral reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x gender neutral reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fanfiction #to: beloved from: m kenma #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp fluff #mcyt fluff

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Prompt 26 with schlatt they/them pronouns please.and congrats on 400 followers <3

Thank you, we got there, and past it, together <3

Prompts: “Why do you have a picture of me as your lock screen?” “Cause I’m dating you, who else would it be?”

Pairing: Schlatt X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are closed, please check back later <3

You turned around at the sound of a phone buzzing. It couldn’t be yours as yours was in your room charging. Was it Schlatt’s?

Picking it up you saw that he had two missed calls and a couple texts from one of his friends, you also took note of his lock screen. You would talk to him about that later, for now, you simply picked up the phone and brought it to him.

“Someone’s blowing up your phone.” You passed the object to him as you climbed onto the bed with him.

“Oh thanks.” he looked over the notifications for a moment before shooting a text back and then setting his phone down.

“Why do you have a picture of me as your lock screen?”

“Cause I’m dating you, would else would it be?”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“What’s your Lock Screen?” Schlatt had expected you to say that it was him, proving his point.

“It’s Jambo with a piece of bread on his face.”

Taglist: @joyfullymulti @minty-ghast @rokkyy

#mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x male reader #mcyt x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x Y/N #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x male reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp x male reader #dream smp x gender neutral reader #schlatt x male reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x gender neutral reader #x reader #x reader romantic #x male reader #x male reader romantic #x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader romantic #400 follower special

[technowoah]

Hi MJ! Can I request for cc!Jschlatt with fluff prompt no. 46 please? Thanks!

46) "Stop trying to make me laugh, Im mad at you"

Schlatt gets mad over some fucking cookies and you're not having it

- cc!schlatt x gen!neutral reader!

- prompt requested!

- request rules!

⚠︎: swearing, nothing but fluff tho.

An// hope this is good! I haven't wrote in a while. The ending is kinda shitty, i didn't know how to end it yall im rusty.

"Y/N! Where's my fucking Tates?!"

Schlatt just knocked open the door to the bedroom you were currently in. You remembered that he was doing a livestream where he rates cookies and you both went to the grocery store to get a lot of cookies. You both ended up with a basket full of sweets and future cavities.

You both made it clear that all of these cookies wont go to waste. At least he wont need to go to the store for a couple of months, or weeks.

"I ate them!" You yelled back from the bedroom. He was in the kitchen slamming the cabinets frantically looking for the cookies he had been yelling for.

As you were about to yell back he stormed through the kitchen. "You fucking what?!"

"I ate them. Whats wrong?"

"I needed them!"

"Schlatt you already made the video!"

"I was saving them for later!" He groaned and flopped onto a chair next to the couch.

"C'mon Schlatt. We can get more." You reasoned with him, but he wasn't responding. "They were good cookies-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"You cant be mad at me for some cookies."

"Oh yeah I can!" He crossed his arms like a baby and slumped in the chair.

"Schlatt." You started but he didn't respond again. "Schlatt!" You tried again but he was giving you the silent treatment.

"Schlatt~" You scooted closer to him.

"Hmm."

"Schlagg." You poked him on the cheek.

"Schlurger." You poked him again.

"Big Guy." You poked him. "Schlapp". Another poke. "Schlagg."

"Stop trying to make me laugh, Im mad at you" Schlatt finally spoke up.

"Thats false." You smiled at him. "You can never be mad at me."

"True, thats true, but you still owe me my Tates."

"Fine."

"I want them hand delivered by tonight." Schlatt continues.

"Alright!" You smiled

"And a glass of milk."

"Thats asking alot." You laughed.

"And a back massage." Schlatt grinned at the glare you were giving him. "Too much?"

"Yeah."

#mcyt blurb #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #mcyt angst #mcyt headcanons #dream smp x reader #mjtings! #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #schlatt angst #schlatt blurb #mcyt x gender neutral reader #mcyt requests #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt blurb

[sunshine-on-marz]

falling asleep on schlatt while he’s streaming!

(again with teen reader! cause father!)

-bee

AHHHHH YES YES YESITY YES

Sleepy stream

You’d been on the chair next to schlatt while he did another teir list stream. He went off on a tangent to chat and listening to his voice along with sleep deprivation made your eyes drift shut, your head lulling onto his shoulder. It was only when he moved on and asked for your opinion on the next item that he saw you asleep to his side. He smiled lightly and pushed back his chair. He stood up and lifted you into his arms (with some struggling, but we’ll ignore that) then placed you on his lap. Somehow you managed to stay asleep through it all. Schlatt spoke a bit quieter for the rest of steam and used his free hand to rub your back.

——————

AHHK

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #x child reader #dsmp x child!reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #dad!schlatt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you

[unhonest-iago]

Father Figure

Aka how Chuckle Sammie reacts to finding out y/n sees them as a father/parental figure

Gn reader

Charlie;

Panics internally, not knowing how to deal with this tidbit of information but decides ultimately to embrace it

Becoming the dad friend, making sure y/n and the rest of the chuckle sammie boys make sure to care for themselves 

‘Did you drink the clear juice? Eats the eats? Sleeps the sleeps?’ Even reminding them to take their meds if needed

Very much a ‘they said no pickles’ type of dude

Finds it adorable when y/n hides behind him when spooked

He takes care of them so often that y/n gets extremely happy when they finally get to return the favor whether it's making Charlie a cup of tea or placing a blanket on him when spotting him asleep on the couch

Ted;

Is somewhat smug about it, making his voice low when he responds with ‘You see me as a father figure y/n?’ 

Is genuinely touched by the gesture despite how it was blurted out, them accidentally calling him ‘dad’

Ted occasionally joins in on Charlie’s shenanigans, ‘the filtered piss?

Otherwise he acts nonchalant about it, he does become more affectionate toward them though

Ruffling their hair whenever he passes them, incorporating phrases like ‘hey sport,’ ‘kiddo,’ ‘bugsie,’ basically treating them akin to a younger sibling

There’s many candid pics taken by Charlie and Schlatt of Ted giving y/n a piggy back ride 

Schlatt;

Corrects them immediately, ‘if we’re doing this father figure bullshit then call me daddy tuts.’

Teases them whenever he can, ‘now is that how you treat daddy?’ Despite how much it make Ted & Charlie cringe at the word. 

Y/n returning it with just as much sass, ‘I don’t remember you giving birth to me.’ 

If he’s winning at a board game against them, he’ll yell out ‘who’s your daddy now!?’ Throwing down the needed cards

If it makes them uncomfortable, saying ‘daddy’ instead of ‘dad’ or ‘father,’ he’ll try to correct himself. At the very least, tone it down some

Any time they spot a trucker hat saying ‘world’s greatest dad,’ they immediately buy it to the point Schlatt has a collection of them among other dad themed gifts 

#iago writes #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison #schlatt #slimecicle #x reader #x gender neutral reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #schlatt x reader #ted nivison x reader #gender neutral reader #they/them pronouns

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

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Valentines with...

i may have gone a tad overboard with a few of them cough fundy cough solely bc i’m a fat simp but also i started to lose ideas towards the end i’m so sorry,, also!! look forward to a tommy post soon :))

Wilbur 

guys valentines with wilbur is so sweet

he gets up early to go out and buy you flowers

will wake you up either by serenading you on the guitar

or by pressing kisses to your nose, cheeks, chin, forehead, and one last peck to your lips

you guys go out for breakfast but otherwise spend the day inside

cuddled up drinking tea and watching movies

and for sure taking a nap together

you two go on a proper dinner date but its a picnic rather than a restaurant date

you bundle up and spend some time in a park, sitting close and sharing quiet words of admiration

Schlatt

its surprisingly low-key

you both take the day to sleep in late

and when you wake up y'all make breakfast together

it could be smth simple like just cereal

or it could be a hugeass stack of pancakes

regardless of what you make though you end up needing to clean the kitchen afterwards

you two spend the day by doing some dumb shit like going to the park and making fun of children 

guessing which kids belongs to which adult

y'all take over the playset ngl

you two end the day by settling onto the couch and watching a movie, falling asleep tangled together on the couch

Techno

another pair to sleep in extra late

you two had stayed up awful late the night before playing bedwars

you had said you could obliterate him and so began a long competition where you ended up going to bed at 3 am

so you two wake up around 12 or 1

short day for y'all

you two get up to make food

god it turns into a playful fight throwing waffle mix and blueberries at each other in a full blown breakfast war

after waffles and a shower its about 2:30-3

so the two of you decide to start a minecraft survival world just for fun

you put your beds next to each other awwwww

he also keeps bringing you random bits like gold and flowers and the occasional diamond

all in all its a very calm day

you decide to go to sleep early

so y'all cuddle up in bed and talk quietly about all sorts of random things

and eventually the conversation drifts off into gentle silence as you both fall asleep

Fundy

fundy i feel would treat valentines very similar to wilbur in the way that he would get up before you to get surprise flowers

and so you wake up to him sliding back into bed after picking up flowers and breakfast from your guy’s favorite diner

his arms coming to rest back around you as he presses a kiss to your forehead as a sweet good morning

after cuddling for a while and breakfast the two of you bundle up in coats and scarfs and go to a botanical garden

you know how they usually do like winter lights and stuff? it’s like that but ✨valentines✨

the flowers are just starting to peek through the snow and show their colours and there’s fairy lights strung up in the trees that cast a pleasant glow all around

you two walk through the gardens holding hands and jumping from topic to topic

eventually the two of you leave and go home to spend time with boots

it’s still snowy around this time and there’s little flurries coming down outside

so the two of you make warm cups of cocoa (with a splash of milk if you get me ;) think his christmas stream) pile on the warm blankets and put on treasure planet in the background

by the time dinner rolls around you’re both comfortably warm and relaxed and slightly intoxicated (unless u don’t drink of course)

so making dinner is a trip

you guys make classic pasta :)

sharing a plate lady and the tramp style 🥺

and soon enough it’s late and you two are huddled close under the comforter of your bed sharing heartbreakingly sweet kisses and words as you slowly fall asleep

Tommy

now tommy’s not the best at romance

but! he does try for valentine’s day

the two of you had planned to spend the day outside and then go to a restaurant for dinner

but it was cold as hell and raining

so you both decided to stay in instead

the two of you play a series of games on minecraft servers

and make these odd food mixes out of valentines themed foods

he made this awful,,,,, t h i n g out of chocolate and licorice and strawberries

lord know how he made it taste so awful

the two of you also decide to binge watch the narnia series towards the afternoon

tommy’s parents had gone out on their own date night so you two had free reign over the kitchen

you guys attempted to make pasta but it ended up over cooked and the sauce tasted odd and it was generally not the best

so you guys decided macaroni and cheese was the next best option

so the two of you dressed up all nice like you were going to originally on your dinner date

and ate mac and cheese while sitting on the living room floor laughing your asses off over the stupidest things

in the middle of washing dishes he starts to hum a song under his breath

and you join him

and soon enough the two of you are dancing around the kitchen together

like those cheesy highschool dance scenes

the two of you change and cuddle in his room, eventually passing out all smushed together and perfectly content

Tubbo

PALENTINES!!!!!

as per your guy’s tradition

the day of valentines you guys go buy a metric buttload of discount candy as well as other snacks before retreating to one of your houses

you both watch tons of stupid hallmark movies before moving on to horror movies

the two of you adore a good scare so the lights are all off, shades closed and curtains drawn while movies like the conjuring series and saw play for hours

by the time dinner rolls around the both of you are thoroughly terrified with minor stomach aches from the candy

so dinner consists of plenty of water and some soup before you both retreat back to where you were watching movies to watch a number of superhero movies or the office or smth

you two always end up passed out sprawled over each others laps by 3 am and if you’re parents notice how tight you guys hold eachother after the terror filled movies you watched

well

they never say a thing :)

sorry for no ranboo guys :( i thought since i’ve done a few posts of him recently it would be ok just the once for me not to include him

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