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1. ur hockey fic was AMAZING. 2. i was thinking abt a hockey!reader getting into a fight and schlatt cheering her on

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Jealousy Fic

idek if i can call these fics to be completely honest

tw: violence and being mean to men

Jealousy Whatever The Fuck I've Got Going On Ig

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-Schlatt knew coming into this that there were going to be times where you had to fall off of the face of the earth for a while

-he understood how much your sport meant to you, constantly reassuring you that he would never want to take you away from something that you held so dearly

-and while it was a sacrifice he was willing to make

-that doesn't mean it doesn't suck total ASS

-when the end of the season comes rolling around the corner, he barely gets by on the scraps of attention he can get

-whether it be sitting in on your practices, hanging out in your room while you nap, joining you and the team for post-practice meals

-Or showing up to your games over an hour early so he could snag his favorite seat, next to your team's penalty box

-which is where he finds himself now,

-content to camp out there for the remaining time until the game, doomscrolling reddit to keep himself entertained for the time being

-he glances up from his phone when the door to the rink opens, just in case of the off chance it was you coming in late (he knew you wouldn't dare)

-he still huffs a little and returns to his scrolling when he sees it was just another student, decked out in the university's merchandise

-his eyes are once again torn from the small screen when he sees the only other person in the auditorium come and take the seat right next to him in the corner of his eye

-what the fuck????

-he tries to ignore her as she frantically rustles through her bag, taking out a notepad and pen, before turning to him

"Hi!" she chirped, "I'm Sarah."

-jay's eyes dart from her outstretched hand to her face, doing everything in his power to make sure his face remains neutral

"...Hi?" he returns, unsurely reaching out and awkwardly shaking her hand

-failing to notice the way 'Sarah' blushes when his larger hand encompasses her own

"Hi," she breathes again

-schlatt doesn't bother hiding his judgmental expression now, pulling his hand out of hers and wiping it on his (your) sweats

-He frowns when she squeaks, shyly covering her mouth with her hand,

"Oh my god..." she mumbled, muffled by her hand, "This is so embarrassing, I'm sorry."

-he doesn't dignify that with a response

"I'm Sarah, I'm a new journalist for the university's athletic magazine." she explained, "Coach told me you'd be here, said you could answer some questions for me?" she finished hopefully, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation of his answer

"Coach?" schlatt repeated, bewildered

-he didn't even know that motherfucker knew he existed

-and now he's volunteering him for shit?

"Yeah, I hope that's okay..."

-he sighed, pocketing his phone, "I mean... I guess, I don't really know shit about hockey, but I could tell you about the team."

-he can't help but give her another judgemental look when she claps her hands together and squeals, kicking her feet a little bit

"Perfect, thank you so much!"

-schlatt presses his lips into a thin line and gives her a short nod, watching as she holds up her notepad and pen, eagerly looking at him from over the ledge of her glasses

"Now, can you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?”

he blanches,

“You didn’t do any research before showing up today?”

she giggled and blushes, caught,

“I told you I’m new…”

-he spends the remaining time answering questions about the team, their positions and playing styles all while masterfully dodging anything that seemed a little too much like smalltalk

-actually cuts her off when the lights dim and your team's entrance song begins playing (LIVING DEAD GIRL?? RAHHHH)

-you follow the rest of your team out onto the ice, coming out at the tail end alongside the captain

-you're fuckign hype, grabbing your teammates helmets and shaking them, punching their shoulders, shoulder checking them

-Jay and Sarah watch as you make your way onto the ice, your presence impossible to be left unnoticed with your cocky grin, standing a solid head over half of your teammates

"Who is that?" Sarah asked, voice raised so jay could hear her over the roaring crowd, plucking her pen from behind her ear to scribble down your jersey number in her notepad

-schlatt sat up a little straighter, his chest puffing out in pride

"That's my girlfriend."

-once the national anthem begins, you're forced to settle, so you use the spare moment to search the crowd for a familiar set of muttonchops

-you eagerly sift through the many unrecognizable faces, but when you find him...

-your teammate nervously glances at you from the corner of her eye when she feels your energy shift

"Dude, what's your problem?"

-you don't respond, eyes dead set on their target, jaw clenching so hard she swears she can literally hear your teeth grinding

-she turns to see what's got you so pissed, letting out a low whistle when she spots it

-it's your mans

-which would usually be a normal occurrence

-if she hadn't caught him right at the wrong moment

-she catches him leaning down so the bird sitting next to him can whisper something in his ear

-when the anthem ends, she claps your shoulder with a laugh

"That's rough, bud."

-you don't respond, squaring your shoulders before you make your way over to the face off, bumping her shoulder hard enough to knock her off balance as you pass

-once you're in position you maintain a perfectly still stance, holding your stick firmly in position as you wait for the puck to inevitably be passed to you

-but you can't keep yourself from glancing to where you know jay is sitting

-he manages to catch your eyes when he turns his attention from the random sitting next to him to you

-his face lights up and he sends you an excited wave, and you can feel your lips trying to twitch into a grin

-but then you see sarah doing the same next to him

-his lips pull into a confused frown when your eyes narrow to send him a nasty glare before focusing back on the face-off at hand

-your efforts to focus are futile, whirlwinds of thoughts of "Who The Fuck Is That?" distracting you enough that you miss the puck shooting at you

-luckily, one of your teammates manages to recover it, you shoot after her with a frustrated curse

-the game begins to move pretty fast from the get-go, which you were expecting

-having been warned about aggressive and dirty players along with unsportsmanlike spectators

-usually, games like this were your speciality, coach keeping you on the ice for the majority of the game to act as an enforcer.

-and as excited as you were for a barnburner

-you were off your fucking game today

-you'd been kronwalled by a goddamn pylon

-let the other team's offensive nab the puck a handful of times

-fuck, you'd even let yourself get pokechecked

-after enough chippy comments from the team and a good amount of shouting from coach, he pulled you off the ice

-he didn't even say anything to you when you first got back back to the bench, leaving you to do nothing but stew as you cooled off, pouring some water on the top of your head for good measure

-after a beat of silence, you look up to find coach standing over you with a frown

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is."

he started, you only scoffed and rolled your eyes, rearing to defend yourself, but he cuts you off before you get the chance

"But those girls need you out there. They're wiping the fucking floor with you guys."

both of you pause to look back out at the ice as one of your defensemen is knocked off of her feet in what was obviously a foul play

"And I'll be damned if we lose in our own barn 'cause you can't keep your eyes off some fucking bird."

-your mouth snaps shut and you feel your face heat up, looking up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to do now that you know you've been caught

-coach only sighs, disapprovingly shaking his head, but you can see him biting back a smile,

"Now get back out there and bring this shit home, you hear?"

-you rise back to your feet with a determined nod,

"Heard."

-your teammates on the ice send one another unsure looks when you step back out onto the ice, the captain pausing her conversation to make her way over to you,

"You better lock the fuck in," she hissed lowly, "Because if you plan on keepin' this hoser act up then you best get off my fuckin ice."

-her firm expression cracked a bit when you brought your gloved fist up to bump her own,

"Oh, baby," you start, a rogue grin spreading across your lips, revealing a sharp row of teeth, "I'm fucking locked."

-the rest of the game passes in a whirlwind (or maybe you just don't remember it because of how many times you rattled your brain)

-you spent the majority of it ducking low and hitting hard

-and swinging even harder

-with you back on the ice to keep the opposing team's goons at bay, your team had managed to bring the score back into their favor

-at the cost of you being sent to the penalty box what felt like every few minutes

-which would have usually been a highlight of your game, being allotted 2-5 minutes to chat up your boyfriend through the plexiglass

-but that wasn't the case today

-everyone in the rink knew what was coming when the pylon who had flattened you out earlier came lumbering up to where you and one of her teammates were getting in one another's faces

-you blanched when she came between you and her teammate, broad shoulders completely blocking the view of the other player, and you had to strain your neck a bit to look up at her

"Why don't you save some for me, pretty?" she cooed mockingly, "Been waitin' ta get my hands on you all night."

-never being one to back down (even if you should),

you straighten up and push further into her space, bumping chests before you bring up a hand to give her shoulder a rough shove

"Yeah?" you ask with another one of your brazen grins, "Do something."

-before you had the chance to think about the consequences of your actions, a large, gloved palm was pressed hard enough to your face that it sent you back on your ass, gliding across the ice with the force

-you stay on the ground for a moment, bewildered

-you glance up at your teammate, who is already looking down at you, equally horrified

-before chancing a glimpse into the crowd

-and much to your pleasure, you find yourself only a few feet away from where your boyfriend was watching with wide, worried eyes

-and the bitch sitting next to him with one hand clapped over her mouth,

the other gripping his forearm

-your lips curl into a snarl

-and you're pushing off the ice without another thought, dropping your gloves and tearing off your helmet before rushing to get your fingers twisted in the face guard of the pylon's helmet, taking her's off as well

-to add to the chaos, your teammate whom you had shared a look with grabs two fistfuls of the jersey of the player who you were originally getting into it with

-and before anyone had the chance to stop it, a full blown scuffle breaks out

-"Oh Shit."

-Jay finds himself on his feet, practically pressing his face to the plexiglass as he tries to find you in the midst of the riot on the ice

"What? What's happening??" Sarah asked from behind him, before coming up beside him,

"Can you please explain what's going on?" she whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a helpless pout

-Schlatt's lips curl into a scowl of his own,

-this girl has been on his back the ENTIRE fucking game

-trying to ask stupid fucking questions

-which, usually, would be okay

-he doesn't know jack shit about the game

-he asks you stupid questions all the time

-but throughout the entirety of the game, she'd not only been asking pointless questions, but trying to draw his attention away from the game with inane small talk

-and with a deep breath, he prepares to tear her a new one

"Isn't it your fucking job to have the slightest clue-"

-his rant is cut short by a loud THUD, both of them flinching away from the plexiglass

-where the pylon's bruised face is firmly pressed, squishing her features into the barricade for the spectators to see, smearing blood on the plexiglass

-Jay's eyes travel from the bruised face to the familiar hand knotted into the hair at the base of the player's skull, trailing up the strong arm holding her in place, over your heaving chest, all the way up to your face

-sweat sticking a few strands of your hair to your forehead and the side of your face

-your cheekbone has a splotch already blooming into a deep purple, and there's blood seeping from your nose, pouring over your lips and dripping from your chin onto your previously pristine jersey

-when he finally meets your eyes, they're already dead set on him, and he shudders

-he's rather you be glaring, snarling, gnashing your teeth, pounding on the glass and screaming at him, spittle flying from your mouth as you cuss him out

-instead, you meet him with a blank, steady stare, pupils blown out and sharklike with adrenaline

-he finds himself frozen under your gaze, unable to drag his eyes away from you, the same way a deer is unable to drag it's eyes from a car's headlights

-another second passes, but it could have been an eternity

-with a final push into the glass, you release the pylon's hair, letting her collapse to the ground as you turn your back to the crowd and making your way back to the center of the ice to watch as the brawl dies down

-as soon as the referees are no longer occupied with pulling players away from each other, you're sent to the penalty box

-you can feel jay's eyes on you as you make your way over

-but you keep your gaze dead set on the girl sitting next to him

-relishing in the way her face pales and she squirms the longer you stare

-the eye contact only breaks when you open the door and step into the penalty box

-you remain standing at attention, intensely watching the game carry on without you as you pointedly ignore... whatever the fuck it is that's going on on the side of you

-neither of them acknowledged you at first, both sitting ramrod straight and entirely focused on the game

-it doesn't last long though, you can feel the strange chick's eyes on you before she leans in, seemingly to ask another question, keeping her eyes set on you

-but you can just barely hear the lilt of her voice paired with the deeper timber of jay's over the sound of the audience and the ongoing game

-you couldn't help but sneak a glance from the corner of your eye

-and watch as schlatt plucks her notepad and pencil out of her small hands so he could scribble down something himself before handing it back to her

-your nostrils flare and your fists clench by your sides as you try to take a few deep breaths to cool yourself down before you step back onto the ice

-whatever conversation they were having was cut short by the door to the penalty box slamming closed with a resounding BANG, loud enough that they could both feel vibration in their seats

-and Jay knows he's fucked.

-capital F Fucked

-he knows damn well that having Sarah next to him was an objectively bad look

-and goddammit

-he TRIED to shake her but she just wouldn't quit

-he'd tried giving her dry answers, ignoring her, pointing out other people she could badger, taking her notepad to write things down himself and cross out whatever he deemed to be useless

-but she just Would Not leave him alone

-the one thing he hadn't tried was simply getting up and walking away, but that was out of question

-because it risked both him losing her seat, and her following him

-he can't even enjoy the rest of the game, anxiously brewing in all of the potential consequences of something that wasn't even his fault

-kind of...

-he knew he could have told her to fuck off right off the bat

-but as a fellow student employee, part of him couldn't help but sympathize with her, knowing how the university likes throwing poor, unassuming student employees right into the deep end

-so he was really caught between a rock and a hard place here

-and he fucking KNOWS you're pissed

-shit

-everyone in the fucking rink knew you were pissed

-and he's left with nothing but his anxiety and his new parasite to keep him company

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-when the game finally comes to a close, Jay is elated to find that your team has won, though he wasn't too sure of how

-either way, he's happy to watch the team celebrate, though his victorious spirit deflates a bit when his eyes land on you (as they usually do)

-you don't even crack a smile as your team rushes you, ruffling your hair, shaking your shoulders

-it's at that moment he decided he Needs to redeem himself

-ESPECIALLY if HE was the reason you weren't basking in the glory of your (probably) well deserved win

-he abruptly stands from his seat, before wordlessly shoving his way through the crowd, ignoring the angry grumbles and the occasional "What the hell!"s from the other spectators attempting to file out of the rink

"Hey! Where're we going?" he hears a grating voice from behind him

-he glances over his shoulder and sees none other than Sarah, attempting to follow him through the crowd, having a significantly harder time due to her lack of height advantage

-but she somehow manages to tail him all the way to the entrance of the hallway leading to the locker rooms, where he usually waits for you

-he's actually about to turn around and actually tell her to fuck off, but is interrupted by your rowdy team passing by

-some acknowledge him as he passes, others are too caught up in one another to give him a second thought

-you follow behind at the tail end of the train of players, somehow more daunting than usual

-along with your usual imposing stature, you're still riding the high of an adrenaline filled victory, standing tall as steam rolls off of you as a result of your high body temperature clashing with the cold of the rink

-he almost gets too caught up in the sight of you to catch your attention before you make your way back into the locker rooms

-but he seemingly doesn't have to

-he turns to Sarah with wide eyes when she excitedly shouts your name, frantically calling you over

-Jay watches your head whip to look their direction, and your eyes dart between himself and Sarah

-before you change your path and make your way towards the two of them

-once you're stood in front of them, Sarah immediately gets to rambling before he has the chance to say anything

"Hey! You guys were great today! I'm so happy to be here, I'm a new journalist for the university's athletics magazine. I was really hoping-"

-but you clearly aren't listening, and neither is Jay

-instead, he intently watches as you bring a gloved hand up to your mouth and bite down on the middle finger so you could drag your hand out of it, before letting it fall to the ground

-Sarah's rambling is cut short as she watches schlatt almost immediately bend down to pick it up

-her eyes dart to watch the way you drag a possessive hand over his head as he stands back up to his full height, before finally landing on you

-she gulps when she finds your gaze already firmly planted on her, a wolfish smile spread across your face as you observe her

"Whaddaya want, an autograph?" you ask with a condescending smile

-this time, it's Sarah who isn't given the chance to respond, because you're already reaching forward to pluck the pencil from where she had it tucked behind her ear, and snatching the notepad out of her hand

-all she can do is watch as you scribble your obnoxiously large signature over the majority of the notes she had taken for her article about the game

-you send her a cheeky wink before pocketing her pencil and handing Schlatt her notepad before sauntering off,

"Thanks fer comin'! It's always nice meeting fans." you call over your shoulder

-and all your boyfriend can do is hand her back her notebook with an embarrassed sigh before trailing after you like a lost puppy

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-he spends half an hour waiting outside of the locker room for you

-sending your teammates a tight lipped smile when they walk past him, some of them snickering and whispering to one another, others bidding him good luck

-he's left with nothing to do but plot on how he'll re-enter your good graces once he sees you

-though, he hasn't fully fleshed out his plan by then

-he barely gets the chance to look up from where he was scrolling on the weather app when he hears the locker room door open, followed by a flurry of heavy footsteps quickly approaching him

-before he knows it, he's being grappled by the front of his sweatshirt and pressed up into the wall, held up more by the force pinning him than his toes, which were the only part of him still grounded

"You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?"

-your voice is dangerously low, leaning in close enough that only he could hear you, he could feel your own slightly tacky cheek sticking to his own

-his hands instinctively come up to grab your wrists in an attempt to pull them off of him

"W-What? What The hell're you tal-"

-he's cut off by you using your grip on his sweater to pull him slightly away from the wall, just to shove him back into it before pressing further into his space, trapping him between yourself and the cool concrete

"Don't play stupid with me, who the fuck was that?"

-he turns his head away from you to nervously look around the hall for bystanders, but his gaze is wrenched back to you by a strong hand gripping his cheeks, forcing his lips into a pout

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." you hiss through gritted teeth

-he pauses for a moment to take you in, hair damp from the shower he knows you took to cool off after the game

-but upon seeing the way your cheeks were still ruddy, and your pupils were still blown out, he could tell that you were still wired with post-game adrenaline

-and, against his better discretion

-he decides to poke the bear

"What's it to you?"

-he finds his lips curling into a toothy smile of his own as he watches your eye twitch and your jaw clench

"You don't have my full attention for three fucking days so you, what? Whore yourself out to the first chick that'll look in your direction?"

-schlatt scoffs, "Whore myself out? What is this, the twelfth cen-"

-he's once again cut off, this time by you coming closer to press your chest against his, leaning in close enough that he can feel your lips brush against the same ear Sarah had been whispering into throughout the game

"What's the matter, baby? 'm I not paying enough attention to you, hm?" you hum, bringing one hand to gently pet the back of his head, before knotting your fingers into it and pulling his head back, granting you access to trail your lips along the expanse of his neck as you mumble to him

-he struggles to come up with another witty response, but his mind goes blank as he gasps at the sensation of one of your legs bullying it's way between his own,

"You could've just asked me, y'know. What's her face couldn't give you half of what I could, anyways."

"S-Sarah."

-pause.

-he feels you freeze before he sees it, muscles going rigid where he had snuck his hands under the hem of your shirt

-before you're pulling away, hands leaving his hair to trail down to his hips, where they grip hard enough to bruise

-you pull back, eyes intensely searching his face, as though checking if he had really dared-

"Her name was Sarah." he doubles down with a shit eating grin

-he watches your nostrils flare and a vein in your neck pop,

-but before you have the chance to retaliate, the locker room door opens

-Jay blushes when you only crane your neck to look over your shoulder, rather than pulling away from where you have him trapped

-you scowl when you see coach saunter out of the locker room with a smug grin of his own

-you push away from schlatt and begin to make your way down the hallway to leave,

-leaving him to lean against the wall to support himself, legs left in a jelly-like state, and pulling his sweatshirt down to hide his poor hard peen :(

-coach only laughs with a shake of his head as he walks past,

"Good work out there today, killer.

We wouldn't have gotten this win today without you."

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i didn't know how to finish this but here you are

hope u enjoyed

fuckinuhhhh sorry for being gone for a little bit i was Busy

ok later

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Buddies!

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HEY GUYS HOW Y’ALL BEEN

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So I decided to read Book of Bill and managed to finish right before the countdown ended

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✭ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the rest of the wedding party arrives, and you and schlatt finally make some progress with each other.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lots of new character introductions!

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3.5k

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: an update before midnight my time? who am i? lmfao anyway here she is!!! i had a lot of fun with this one. i loved introducing the rest of the party. you might even spot some familiar faces ;) as always, no beta, we die like men here. if you see a mistake, no you don’t. enjoy! 🩵

Schlatt doesn’t really speak to you or Ted for the next two days, but when he absolutely has to, it’s one word sentences or a noncommittal grunt.

You have no desire to open up that can of worms by trying to reason with him, but it’s hard for you to watch the way Ted’s face falls when Schlatt brushes him off. Ted had immediately tried to rectify the situation by explaining himself to Schlatt, and Schlatt said he didn’t care what happened either way, but you find that hard to believe given his behavior.

You think you may have really hurt Schlatt’s feelings by making out with Ted — with the intention of hooking up with him, no less — but you have a hard time wrapping your head around the idea. Why are his feelings hurt when he’s the one who ghosted you in the first place? It doesn’t make any sense.

But then again, nothing about you and Schlatt ever made sense.

It’s been a little awkward, for sure, but you don’t think James or Amelia are the wiser. Schlatt spends all his time with them, while you and Ted try to make your own fun. (Amelia is convinced you and Ted are actively falling in love, no matter how much you try to tell her otherwise. You spot James eyeing the two of you suspiciously every so often.)

The good thing, though, is that the rest of the wedding party is due to arrive at the hotel any minute, which means you will have plenty of people to talk to, to act as buffers so it’s not just you and Ted vs Schlatt anymore.

You’re just chilling in a chair in the lobby when you hear Amelia let out an excited squeal, and you react nearly identically when you see the rest of the party walk through the doors.

Hugs are shared between everyone, and with such a big party, it takes a minute for you to greet everyone. All of the bridesmaids find you first.

You greet your other best friend Kelsey first. (You and Kelsey have known each other since sophomore year of high school, when you both discovered you were dating the same guy. The two of you got together and confronted the loser, and Kelsey made your duo with Amelia into a trio.)

After you say hello to Kelsey, you greet Jasper, with Ethan close behind her. (They got married last year — another wedding you were a part of. You met Jasper at a party Ted threw in college and formed an immediate and everlasting bond after duetting Potential Breakup Song by Aly & AJ during karaoke. Funnily enough, it was the same night she met Ethan, due to some matchmaking schemes you and Ted ran together.)

Maple comes up to you next, and you give them a big hug. They’re joined by their boyfriend Eddy, who is also a groomsman, but he’s too busy greeting the rest of the groomsmen at the moment. (You met Maple through Amelia, who met Maple through Eddy back in college — another couple that’s been together since college. You sense a proposal potentially coming soon.)

While Natalie is in the groom’s party, it doesn’t mean you two aren’t also friends. When you go to say hello to her, you watch Ted notice her for the first time, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. She doesn’t see this, of course, but you make a mental note of it. (You and Natalie met through work, and were shocked to realize you both knew James. Natalie and James grew up together. Small world.)

With everyone finally here, it means the party can really get started, but not before you run through the wedding rehearsal this afternoon.

It’s the first time you’re seeing the venue. It’s stunning, and seeing it in all its glory has you buzzing about Amelia and James’s big day. It’s a little empty at the moment, not yet decorated for the wedding, so you can only imagine how gorgeous it will be once everything is finished.

“Okay, guys,” Amelia claps her hands to get everyone’s attention, “We’re gonna get started real quick so we can get back to partying,” Everyone whoops and Amelia laughs, “I’m gonna get you guys paired up and then we’ll go from there.”

Your heart rate skyrockets as you realize who you’ll be paired with. Obviously you knew that as the maid of honor, you’d be walking down the aisle with the best man, but you hadn’t been thinking about that until now.

“Ethan, you can go wait up front and practice your lines or whatever,” Amelia grins at him.

(James and Amelia have never been particularly religious, so getting a minister for the wedding was a hard no. When they brought up that they were looking for someone to be the officiant months ago, Ethan volunteered. “I got ordained online just for fun, once. Legally, I could do it.”)

Amelia assesses the group. “Well, obviously, Maple and Eddy, you’ll be walking down together… Kelsey, let’s pair you up with Natalie, and then Jasper, you’ll be with Ted. At the end will be (Y/N) and Schlatt. Then James will walk in, and then me. Cool?”

Everyone nods in agreement and Amelia claps her hands together again. “Okay, let’s do this thing!”

All of you file out into the lobby of the venue, and everyone pairs off. Schlatt comes to stand next to you, but stays silent as he offers for you to take his arm. You do so, hesitantly, looping your arm through his. It feels weird to be so close to him again.

Soft music starts to play over the sound system and Amelia nods at the two workers at the doors.“Okay, Maple, Eddy. Go.” She says, as the double doors swing open.

Maple and Eddy start to head down the aisle, just beaming at each other. You look up at Schlatt, who is just staring straight ahead.

A moment later, Kelsey and Natalie go.

You wonder if you should at least try to say something to Schlatt. Sure, maybe you did mean to hurt Schlatt’s feelings with the situation with Ted, but the longer he hurts, the less satisfaction you feel. Maybe he’d feel better if he heard the truth about what happened between you and Ted from you.

Jasper and Ted head in next.

Amelia nods at you and Schlatt, and you both start walking.

“Nothing happened, you know. Between me and Ted.” You mumble under your breath. “I know Ted already told you, but I thought you should hear it from me, too.”

You feel Schlatt relax beside you, his shoulders dropping. You sigh inwardly in relief.

He still doesn’t look at you, but he opens his mouth to say, “Jus’ don’t kiss any more of my friends.” before splitting from you at the altar.

After the rehearsal, Amelia announces that the rest of the day has been designated as a group beach day. Once you all get back to the hotel, you all go to your rooms to change into your beach attire.

The rest of the party is staying on the same floor as you and Schlatt, so now neither of you have to worry about the awkwardness of being alone in the elevator or on the short walk to your rooms.

When you get to your room, you change into your bikini, pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts over it. You’re about to leave your room when your phone pings with a text.

> from: J. Schlatt

>> Balcony

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but you walk out onto your balcony, to find Schlatt already standing on his.

“Look,” He starts, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t want this to be a whole fuckin’ thing, but I wanted to say I’m sorry about all the Ted shit. Regardless of how I feel about you, it wasn’t cool.”

Schlatt? Apologizing? Who is this guy?

The last sentence is what sticks with you. It’s what you’ve been trying to figure out for months. Before you have a chance to register it, you say, “And how do you feel about me?”

Wrong thing to say. Schlatt’s face goes stoney. “I don’t,” He says, “I’m jus’ tired of makin’ shit awkward for everyone. I’m willing to play nice if you are too, and then we can go our separate ways.”

You ponder what he says for a moment. With the rest of the party here, you don’t want it to be awkward either, and, knowing your friends, they’ll be poking and prodding for information about what’s going on between you and Schlatt. You don’t know for sure if Schlatt is capable of being normal with you, but after how shitty the last four and a half days have been, you’d love a reprieve.

So you agree.

“Okay.” You say, and Schlatt gives you a curt nod, before stepping back into his room.

The sand is warm beneath your feet as you find a chair beside all of your friends. It’s such a gorgeous day, and you can’t imagine a better way to spend it than hanging out with the people you love most in such a beautiful place.

“What d’you guys think?” You ask the group as you sit down, gesturing at the scenery.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Maple answers, leaning back in their chair, “I honestly can’t believe we’re here.”

“Literally,” Kelsey agrees, “This is, like, the perfect vacation.”

“So unfair you’ve gotten to be here longer than us,” Jasper fake pouts. “I’m sure you’ve had such a good time.”

You give her a fake smile, nodding slowly. “Yeah, it’s been… great, for sure.”

“Okay, so you’re lying,” Jasper clocks, and you roll your eyes playfully at her. “Has Schlatt been an asshole?”

“Not any more than usual,” You want to say, but reel it in after the conversation with Schlatt on the balcony. “No, it’s been fine. I think I’m just tired. We’ve already done so much.”

Jasper doesn’t look all that convinced — she knows how you and Schlatt can get when you’re around each other — so you change the subject, craning your neck to look over at Natalie, before checking to see where Ted is. He’s busy trying to show off on a surfboard he no doubt rented from the hotel. He keeps checking to see if Natalie is watching him.

“Noticed Ted hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you since you got here, Nat,” You remark casually, and Natalie waves a hand dismissively.

“He’s just being nice,” Natalie says, and you grin mischievously.

“Oh, God, she’s doing it again.” Jasper laughs, and you snap your head back in her direction.

“What? What am I doing?”

“You’re trying to play matchmaker again.”

You reach your leg down and kick a little sand at her gently. “Yeah, and it got you a husband, didn’t it?”

“Touche.” Jasper concedes, tipping an invisible hat to you.

“You really think he’s into me?” Natalie asks, smiling softly. You nod furiously.

“Oh, yeah,” You tell her, “He’s got it bad for sure.”

As if on cue, Ted notices everyone looking at him, and he waves. He gestures for Natalie to join him, and she looks over at you, before getting up with a grin.

James runs up to your little group, his hair dripping all over the place. “Yo, we’re thinkin’ about starting up a volleyball tournament. You guys in?”

“Hell yeah,” You nod along with everyone else, “How are we playing?”

“2v2,” James says, “Teams are who you’re walking down the aisle with. Ethan’s keeping score.”

“He doesn’t wanna play?” You ask, as soon as you learn that Schlatt will be your teammate. You don’t mind giving up a spot in the tournament. You and Schlatt are both so competitive, it would just be easier to let Ethan play with Schlatt.

“Nah, he’s a little jetlagged.”

James smiles at you sneakily, and you can’t help but wonder what he’s up to. He’s been so weird since the club.

“Alright, whatever.” You say, and James pumps his fist in victory.

James draws out the brackets in the sand. “First up, we have Jasper and Ted vs Kelsey and Natalie. Next bracket is me and Amelia vs Maple and Eddy. Whoever wins the first bracket will face Schlatt and (Y/N), and then we’ll have the finals. Whoever wins it all gets to pick where we eat for dinner tonight! First to ten points wins.”

As the first match starts, you stand on the sidelines, watching closely. You can’t help it — like you said earlier, you’re competitive. You’re watching everyone’s different play styles, pinpointing weaknesses and signature moves to watch out for.

Kelsey and Natalie give Ted and Jasper a run for their money. Ted’s a little distracted, and misses the ball several times. Jasper groans, grabbing Ted by the shoulders and shaking him. “Get it together, Nivison!”

“You tell him, baby!” Ethan calls out, and Kelsey frowns at him. “Hey! No favoring the other team!”

Ethan holds his hands up in surrender with a laugh.

Kelsey and Natalie end up winning, giving each other a high ten, before putting L-shaped fingers up against their foreheads at Ted and Jasper.

“Next game!” Ethan yells, and James and Amelia jog over to the net. James runs around the perimeter of their side of the “court,” hyping everybody up. Maple and Eddy take their positions on their side.

It’s a tight game that you watch intently. Both teams are so equally matched that you have no idea who will take this one.

Ethan calls out match point as both teams are tied. “Next point wins!”

Everyone looks tense as James sets up his serve. Maple and Eddy volley it back, and Amelia sets James up for a spike. James jumps up, spiking the ball just out of Maple’s reach.

“James and Amelia win!”

James grins over at you and Schlatt. “See y’all in the finals.”

“What the fuck, James.” Kelsey scowls at him. “Natalie and I are right here.”

“Hate to break it to you, but y’all don’t stand a chance against those two.” Amelia smirks at Kelsey. “They’re competitive.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Kelsey cracks her knuckles, making her way back onto the court with Natalie.

You and Schlatt share a quick look, almost like an unspoken truce of sorts, now that both of your prides are on the line. You could both use a win.

The two of you move like a well-oiled machine, fully in tune with what each of you are going to do next. Schlatt gives you the space to hit your own shots, and you do the same. Kelsey and Natalie try to keep up, but you keep setting Schlatt up for perfect spikes. Sand flies everywhere, over and over again, as Schlatt spikes and spikes and spikes.

“Match point!” Ethan hollers, more tuned into the game than he has been with any other matchup.

You look over at Schlatt, holding the ball out to him for him to serve, but he shakes his head.

“You’ve got this.” He says, and you feel a fluttering in your chest at his words.

You serve the ball, and Kelsey and Natalie manage to save a couple dirty shots, but in the end, Schlatt sets you up for a perfect shot just far enough out of Kelsey and Natalie’s reach. You smack the ball as hard as you can, solidifying the win for you and Schlatt as it thuds in the sand right on the edge of what you’d all discussed was in bounds.

“Fuck yeah!” Schlatt pumps his fist, before offering you a high five. It’s the first time he’s actually, genuinely smiled at you in days.

You give him a high five, and as soon as you come in contact with him, he pulls back, a sheepish look on his face.

Before you have even a second to dwell on that, James is calling for the final match to start.

“You losers are going down!” James drags out the word ‘down,’ grinning pridefully, as Amelia points down at the ground behind him.

“In your dreams, punk!” Schlatt flips him off, and James scoffs, feigning offense.

“Alright, alright!” Ethan yells, crossing his arms over his chest, “Enough shit talking. I want a clean match, ya hear?”

James salutes Ethan, while Schlatt rolls his eyes, looking over at you. He gives you a confident nod, and you nod back at him. You’ve got this.

You serve first, sending the ball over the net in a perfect arc that Amelia almost struggles to reach.

“Nice,” Schlatt praises you, reaching over to tap you on the arm as he gets in position to hit the ball as it comes back over the net. He hits it over to you, and you volley it back to him, setting him up for another Schlatt Spike. He whacks the ball full force, but James counters the spike easily, sending it back over the net. Schlatt didn’t expect that, so he fumbles, missing the ball completely, resulting in James and Amelia scoring the first point.

The game goes on for a while, the four of you racking up points until you’re both tied with nine points each.

“It’s anybody’s game!” Ethan yells. Everyone erupts, cheering for both teams, as James starts his serve.

“Mine!” You yell, rushing for the ball. You get it over the net in one hit.

“Fuck yeah, (Y/N)!”

Amelia hits the ball to James, who ends up sending the ball over the net at Schlatt, just barely out of his reach. Schlatt dives for the ball, sand spewing everywhere, and you find yourself shouting, “Nice one!” as he hits the ball to you.

Schlatt scrambles to his feet as you send the ball flying over the net again. He shoots you a look, and you’ve been playing with him long enough to know that means he’s going to try to set you up for the last point.

You nod in acknowledgement of his silent plan, and as the ball comes back over the net, you nearly fumble trying to reach for it. You hit in at an odd angle, but Schlatt recovers it easily, sending the ball flying up into the air. You take a deep breath, jumping as high as you can to spike the ball.

It feels like everything moves in slow motion as both Amelia and James dive for the ball, but they’re not fast enough. The ball drops to the ground, and your small crowd roars as Ethan calls out that you and Schlatt have won.

Schlatt lets out what can only be described as a battle cry as he all but tackles you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist. He hoists you up with ease, spinning you around and around, laughing heartily as you giggle along with him.

When he sets you back down in the sand, you turn to look at him, taken aback as you realize what just happened. His face is red, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s been playing so hard or if he’s blushing. He clears his throat, but a hint of a smile lingers on his face.

“Uh. Good game, dude.” He says, patting you once on the shoulder before walking away to celebrate with the rest of the group.

You feel your eyebrows furrow just slightly.

Dude?

After a long day at the beach, everyone heads back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. James and Amelia hang back to ask you and Schlatt what you guys have decided.

In a shocking turn of events, you and Schlatt actually agree on where to eat for the night. You guys choose a restaurant down the street that you’d had the first night on the island that you’ve been smitten with ever since.

James looks up the number for the restaurant on his phone to get a reservation, and Amelia stays by his side, letting you and Schlatt go back up to your rooms to get ready as well.

Schlatt presses the button for the elevator, and the two of you stand in silence for a minute, before Schlatt looks down at you.

“I know I said it already, but, uh, good game today.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. “Yeah, we, uh… we make a good team.”

Schlatt nods slowly, as the elevator dings, alerting the two of you to its arrival. He gestures for you to get in first, and your eyebrows raise at this sudden show of politeness. You step into the elevator, and he gets in after you.

You push the button for your floor, and the doors close. The silence that settles over you and Schlatt this time is almost comfortable, which feels so foreign to both of you. The two of you seem to have come a long way today, and you open your mouth to point this out, but suddenly, the lights of the elevator flicker.

“What the fuck?” Schlatt murmurs, looking up at the ceiling.

It happens again, just before the elevator lurches, coming to a full stop in between floors.

Schlatt’s eyes go wide as he looks at you.

Oh, fuck.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✭

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♡ looking after hamzah’s good boys ♡

words: 1.4k

genre : fluff

summary : Hamzah has been so busy filming with Martin for their YouTube channel that he desperately needs someone to look after his two kittens. When he discovers that Mandy’s friend can help, it’s definitely worth the shot.

note: this is my first fic, hold me guys im very nervous!! im aiming to make a part 2 of this soon which will be more smutty. i wanted to separate them just in case you’re wanting some fluff only!!

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Hamzah paced restlessly, his steps an obvious sign of his anxious anticipation to meet the girl Mandy has spoken so well of. Occasionally, he would pause to tenderly scratch behind Red's ear, while Blue, bounced around in front of the mirror, attempting to fight his own reflection. It had been a couple days since you had agreed to care for Hamzah’s kittens for a few hours. Your knowledge of Hamzah was extremely limited, you only knew that he played games and filmed videos with Mandy’s boyfriend. This unfamiliarity left you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, similar to Hamzah's own awkwardness as he now sat beside Red, glancing at his phone, waiting for your message confirming you are now outside around 1 o'clock

As you neared his place, your heart quickened. It wasn’t a big deal, you had been around many cats and other people's pets, but this felt different. There was this almost magnetic pull, a sense of significance that you couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the mystery surrounding Hamzah, the possibility of discovering someone wonderful, or meeting someone who you wish you had not have. He lived alone, and without the comfort of an introduction from Mandy or Martin, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Yet, as you climbed the stairs, any second thoughts melted away. You sent a brief message: "I'm here," and stood outside, anticipation and hope swirling within you.

From within, you could hear clumsy, heavy footsteps approaching. A tall, curly-haired boy appeared on the other side of the glass-paned door. He quickly turned the knob and opened it inward, shuffling his feet to create a path into his home. Two ginger kittens immediately pushed past each other, darting straight towards you and nuzzling their heads against your feet and legs.`

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about them. They don’t get many visitors,” the boy, who you presumed to be Hamzah, said swiftly in a deep voice, pushing his curls back from his forehead.

“No, no, don’t worry about them,” you replied with a light chuckle as you bent down to gently stroke one of the kittens. “It must be my plan of covering myself with catnip to make a good impression.”

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I guess it’s working a little too well.” He knelt down to stroke Red’s belly as the kitten sprawled on the wooden step in front of the door.

"Fuck, sorry," he exclaimed, standing up abruptly and surprising Red enough to roll back onto his front. "You haven’t even had a chance to come in yet. Do you need any help getting up? I mean, you probably don’t need my help—" He extended his hand, and you took it, letting out a soft groan as you hoisted yourself up.

You let go of his hand first, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. His place was very bright, with stark white walls and a distinct lack of decorations. Beams of light streamed through the kitchen window, landing almost angelically on Hamzah as he swiftly looked away when you made eye contact. His eyes were a warm, inviting brown, a striking contrast to his demeanor, which was quite obviously nervous. This surprised you, as Mandy and Martin had described him as some talkative third wheel.

Clearing his throat, he said, "So, yeah, um, this is it! The home of me and my sons. Sorry about the mess—" There wasn’t really a mess, just a few taped-up boxes and many cat toys scattered on the floor, which he kicked aside to clear a walkway. "So, yeah, that was the kitchen, and this is my living room." He turned around, trying to gauge your reaction. Only then did you get to see those warm brown eyes again.

"Is this where the cats spend most of their time?" you asked with a small smile, breaking eye contact to admire the makeshift cat sanctuary scattered around the room, with mismatched cat towers and scratching posts lining the walls.

"Not really," he replied. "They prefer my room, but I'd rather have them out here. My room is just... I don't know, it’s just my space. So, while you're here, could you please stay out here?" You nodded in agreement.

He went over his house rules, none of which were surprising or new to you, having done similar favors for other friends. The only rule that stood out was his insistence on not entering his room, even if the cats scratched and pleaded to be let in. It didn’t bother you; you understood he had boundaries. Yet, as he explained the various ways to reach him if something happened, you found yourself distracted, noticing the flutter of his eyelashes as he spoke. His love for his kittens was evident in the way they cuddled up to him, purring loudly. You found it endearing how passionately and seriously he took the few hours he’d be away from them.

As he continued, you began to notice other sweet details about him. It wasn’t just his words, but the gentle way he interacted with the animals. His hair was beautiful, the kind that looked soft to touch, even calming to run your hands through. You felt a bit creepy thinking all these things about a stranger, especially one you were essentially babysitting for. But you told yourself it was just harmless thoughts.

Hamzah seemed to notice your distraction and paused, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Sorry if I'm going on too much," he said, his voice softer now. "I just really care about these little guys."

"No, it's fine," you reassured him, meeting his warm brown eyes again. "It's sweet how much you care."

A comfortable silence settled between you two, broken only by the soft purring of the kittens and the distant hum of city life outside. Hamzah cleared his throat again, as if trying to muster up the courage to say something more.

"So, uh," he began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was thinking, only if you’re comfortable of course, maybe we could grab a coffee sometime? You know, to say thank you properly, I mean if you like keep them alive."

Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected invitation. There was a sincerity in his eyes that made the idea appealing. "I'd like that," you replied, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

"Great," he said, looking both relieved and pleased. "I know this little place nearby. It’s quiet and has the best coffee."

As you both stood there, the awkwardness slowly melting away, you felt a sense of anticipation. Maybe this arrangement of Mandy’s wasn’t just about looking after his kittens; maybe it was the beginning of a something different.

Hamzah was getting ready to leave. As he picked up his keys, the sound caught the attention of the two kittens, who scampered over and nudged his leg just as they had done to you earlier.

"I'm sorry, guys. Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You’ll be fine," he said, opening the door and contorting his body to slide out without the kittens following him. Just before leaving, he popped his head back around the door and called out, "Look after my boys. Remember, you can text me anytime; you already have my number."

"I will. They’ll be good boys for me, won’t you?" you replied, cooing and scratching between Blue's ears. Before you could stop yourself, you added, "Be a good boy for me too, Hamzah!"

You cringed at your remark when you noticed Hamzah's eyes widen and his mouth slightly agape. "Yeah, haha, I'll, um, make you proud," he stammered before accidentally slamming the door. You heard his heavy footsteps quickly descending the steps.

As you settled in with the kittens, you couldn't help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something undeniably charming about Hamzah, and the idea of getting to know him better was exciting. Red and Blue, sensing your calmness, snuggled up to you, their warmth a comforting presence.

You glanced around the room, taking in the little details of Hamzah’s life. The minimalist décor, the scattered cat toys, the way the light filtered through the windows—all of it told a story of someone who was caring, thoughtful, and perhaps a bit lonely.

As the day wore on, you found yourself looking forward to that coffee date, the possibility of discovering the person behind those warm brown eyes, and the gentle way he cared for his kittens.

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idk if u can call this headcanons or not bc she’s my character???

she?

you? idk

either way i have hockey!gf thoughts

NSFW????

okay so we know hockey!gf is prone to her shoulder dislocating (once it happens once you’re just prone to it happening more often FYI)

thinking about how when you finally got schlatt to snap and be rough with you, actually fighting back instead of just letting you walk all over him (WHICH WAS THE GOAL BTW)

he’s got u pinned to the mattress, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your upper body down,

the other trying to pull the leggings you had specifically worn just to tease him over your ass

you try to reach one of ur hands back to help him get the ball rolling a little bit,

eyes going wide when you feel him move his hand from pressing you into the twin xl to grab your wrist, roughly pinning it to the small of your back

you laugh a little, resulting in a harsh enough slap to your ass that it has you gasping and flinching away

and ofc you’re into it (if you’re not i’m sorry (not rlly bc i am))

deciding to test your boundaries a little further, reaching your other hand back

it earns the same result, though he’s a little rougher this time as he twists your arm, tweaking it just right-

both of u freeze when you hear the ‘pop’

“WHAT THE FUCK-“

and he’s separating himself from you fast enough that it sends him stumbling backwards into his desk

and you’re rolling over back into your back, grumbling as you sit up and move to get ur shit back in place

more upset about the interruption of what would have been a commendable weinering than your shoulder dislocating

“Son of a…”

he flinches when he hears the clicking of your joint returning to its intended socket

his eyes are a little watery from where he looks at u from the desk :(((( so sad he hurt u even though he didn’t mean to :((((((

“Baby, I’m so sorry- I didn’t-“

you hold a hand up to stop him before he gets too caught up in his rambling

“Don’t even worry about it.”

“But I-“

“Stop.”

he sighs, his shoulders sagging a little

“Can I at least get you some ice?”

you shake your head, “Nah.”

a beat of silence passes, staring at each other a little awkwardly as he sniffles a lil and wipes his eyes

“… So are you trynna pick up where we left off or what?”

he glares at you,

“I just ripped your shoulder out of its fucking socket.”

“Okay??????”

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OKAY ONE DAY I WILL STOP POSTING ENDLESSLY AND THEN DELETE IT.

here's Schlatty daddy because I adore him yasss

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Meloxicam ⋆ Chapter One

warnings: fem!reader, future smut

summary: while picking up medication for his cat, jambo, schlatt runs into a cashier, who he would soon be unable to avoid

word count: ~1.1k

author's note: hii! this is my first fic on tumblr. i've also posted this on ao3 (under the same username) so please let me know if there are any issues! i already have two more chapters posted (since i actually started this fic on ao3 in may), but i appreciate all feedback even if i don't go back and change chapters!

Meloxicam. 

A standard painkiller given to cats post-surgery. Meloxicam is an anti-inflammatory drug used to relieve pain in dogs and cats. 

Schlatt looked back at his phone, double checking his order. This was the second time he had to return for the medication, and this time he wouldn’t go home empty handed. 

First, there was an issue with his order. Although he placed it online, they had some issue with the system, they managed to lose it. Then they needed a new prescription, because apparently the note was invalid and had expired. Apparently. 

But this time, he double checked everything. He even brought a physical copy of the prescription. 

Schlatt entered the store, met with harsh fluorescent lights. He squinted, looking to his left. There was only one register open, with a line of only four people. The store wasn’t too busy, but Schlatt was still slightly surprised. It was a mediocre Wednesday morning, after all. 

He just had to get the prescription and leave. In and out, simple as that. He planned on stepping in line, until something caught his eye. 

A bag filled with mini toy rats. Normally he wouldn’t even bat an eye, but they were bizarre. 

He grabbed it, taking a closer look. The bag held several little rats, each with a minor deformity. Each rat also had a mini hook at the top, which he assumed were for the fishing strings on teasing rods. They looked like you’d find them on wish for two dollars, but here they were six. 

He picked up one of the empty teaser rods, holding it in the same hand as the bag while he looked at the available treats. 

Before coming in, Schlatt had no plans of buying anything extra. He wanted to get straight in, straight out, but seeing everything made him feel even worse. Jambo was in so much pain, and Schlatt felt even more guilty by the second. 

Three days. It has been three days since he should’ve had the meds. Three days that Jambo had to get through alone. 

He picked up the first generic bag of treats he saw, trying to ignore his own thoughts. 

He then walked back to the line, remembering why he was here. He just had to get the pills and get out. Simple. The line was moving a bit slow, but it could be worse. The poor cashier looked exhausted, and he was still third. It continued to move, and he was finally next. 

Schlatt placed the mini divider, noticing how many items the person in front of him was getting. He set down his items, pulling out his phone. He quickly opened his photos, making sure he had the prescription out as the cashier finished scanning the other person’s items. 

Finally, everything was bagged up and paid for, and it was his turn. He approached the front, watching as the cashier scanned the treats, rats, and hook. 

The cashier looked up for a second, greeting him, “Morning, you find everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” He nodded, noticing you paused for a moment when you saw the bag of rats. 

You’d let out a chuckle before scanning them, “Good choice. That’ll be all?” 

“Oh, uh, nope. I’m actually here to pick up a prescription for my cat,” He said, fumbling to grab the note from his pockets. 

You pressed your lips together, turning to the computer while you moved the cursor towards the search button, “Name?” 

“Should be under Schlatt,” He said, fidgeting with the prescription. 

You searched it up, opening the file. “Meloxicam, right?” 

“Yeah. It’s for my cat.” He said as you nodded, double checking the screen. 

“Awh, something happen to the little guy?” You asked, waiting for it to load. 

He glanced down at his phone, looking at the time, “Yeah. He had to get surgery, he fractured his leg.” 

“That sucks,” You replied, eyes darted across the room, as you tried to keep the conversation normal while limiting it to avoid embarrassment. “By any chance do you have your ID?” 

He grabbed his wallet, taking it out before handing it to you, “Yeah.” 

You nodded, checking it then quickly handing it back to him, silent as you bit the inside of your lip. You checked the ID box, looking back up at him, “Alright. So, the system’s been real slow today, I’m super sorry. Just give it a minute.” 

He nodded, a faint smile creeping onto his face, “No worries.” His face quickly dropped back to normal. Shit. He must’ve seemed creepy, but he enjoyed seeing you squirm a little. A pretty girl was standing right in front of him, obviously trying her best. Who wouldn’t? 

It was embarrassing, but you were exactly his type. He hated it, it made him feel awful. You were doing your job, nothing else. 

Speaking of people who were doing their jobs, your manager was there, and he completely missed whatever they just asked. 

He hesitated, subtly trying to get them to repeat themself, “Hm?” 

“We just need the prescription, and I can put the order in manually,” They explained, holding the bottle. 

He nodded as your manager took over, rechecking his ID and prescription. He watched as you walked off to the back, probably so you could clock out. 

He hoped, practically prayed, that he would see you in the parking lot. Prayed he could run into you again. Prayed he would get the chance to get to know you, just a bit. 

Suddenly, a blue pill bottle was back in his hands. He thanked the employee, swiping his card. 

Damn, this shit really isn’t cheap. 

He opted out of buying a plastic bag, shoving the bottle into one of his pockets while he held the other two items in his hand. 

Reaching his car, he rummaged through his pockets in search of his keys. He unlocked the car, tossing everything into the passenger seat. 

Schlatt leaned back, his head hitting the headrest gently. He groaned, trying to relax for a moment. He just had to get home, simple as that. He started up his truck, still stuck in his own head. 

Why was he so worked up? Why couldn’t he just be normal today? He’d been in these situations a million times, why was this any different? 

He grabbed his phone, shuffling his liked songs on Spotify as he plugged his phone into the aux. In an attempt to drown out his thoughts he cranked up the music, beginning the drive home.

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✭ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: schlatt’s perspective of the events of parts three and four.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: the teeniest amount of smut.

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3.4k

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thought it was about time to reveal a little bit of what schlatt’s been feeling throughout this fic. it’s only fair. no beta, we die like men here. if you see a mistake, no you don’t. please be gentle, writing a conflicted human being is so hard.

All of Schlatt’s frustrations drain from him as his back hits the soft comforter of his hotel bed. He’s grateful to have a minute to breathe, to decompress after the morning he’s had.

At first, he really hadn’t been worried about being around you like this. He’s seen you plenty of times since your “break up” — if either of you can even call it that — and it’s never been that big of a deal, but he’s never had to be in this close of a proximity to you for this long. Most of the time, he could just ditch you to go do something or hang out with someone else, but with it being just the four of you here in St. Lucia, that’s nearly impossible to do without disappointing the bride — and Schlatt would rather die than disappoint Amelia during one of the most important weeks of her life.

So, he gets creative. He turns the dial on his Asshole Meter up to eleven, hoping that if he acts odious enough, you’ll keep your distance of your own accord.

It had been working pretty well, up until that goddamn fuckin’ snake.

Schlatt knows he’ll never forget the look on your face when the word snake came out of James’s mouth, your eyes wide as saucers and all the color draining from your face. It should have been so easy to keep walking, to let you figure that shit out on your own, but — despite whatever it is that you think about Schlatt’s character — he couldn’t bring himself to let you suffer like that.

He can’t tell if he regrets it or not, but he doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he tucks himself under the covers, and takes a power nap.

Schlatt wakes up about an hour and a half later, feeling nice and rested and ready to face the rest of the day. He checks the time, realizing there’s still a good few hours before everyone is supposed to meet back up to go clubbing.

He thinks about going back to sleep, just to recharge, but he looks over at the balcony. The sun is hitting the ocean just perfectly, the view is gorgeous.

Schlatt gets up from his bed, taking his phone with him as he steps out onto the balcony. He notices you sitting on your own balcony, reading, and he debates going back inside. If you’ve already noticed him come out, will it make him look like a coward to go back inside?

He shrugs internally, making himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, just leaning back and staring out at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is like music to his ears, and the salty smell of the water brings him comfort. He feels pretty at peace in this moment, and it’s nice, given just how not at peace he’s felt for the last two days.

That peace only lasts about thirty minutes.

“Hey, um,” Schlatt hears you speak up, and he looks over at you from his peripheral, not yet making any moves to acknowledge you.

“Thanks, again, for earlier. I really appreciated it.”

Schlatt makes a note of the way your voice strains as you thank him, like it’s hard for you to get the words out, and the thought of that rattles him. He goes out of his way to make you feel safe and you can’t even bring yourself to thank him. He hadn’t realized you genuinely disliked him that much.

“It’s whatever.” He shrugs, keeping his gaze on the ocean in front of him, grounding himself by watching the way the waves ebb and flow.

A beat passes, when Schlatt’s reminded of a portion of a conversation he’d overheard you and Amelia having at the end of the trail. Amelia didn’t know you were afraid of snakes. He feels a scowl spread across his face, but tries to shake himself out of it. He doesn’t care, he tries to convince himself, but he’s sitting up and turning to face your balcony before he can stop himself.

“Mel didn’t know you’re afraid of snakes?” The words fall out of his mouth involuntarily. He doesn’t want to start a conversation, but his curiosity is getting the better of him. You’d told him about your fear of snakes the second he’d asked you what you were afraid of months ago, but you’d never mentioned it to Amelia in the years and years you’d known her? What the fuck?

He watches as you shake your head, saying, “Nope,” casually, as if it’s perfectly normal that your best friend in the whole world doesn’t know one of your deepest fears, and he does.

Schlatt’s scowl deepens. “Y’ never told her?” He asks, though he knows you can’t really be much clearer. He’s just so thrown for a loop.

“If she didn’t know, then chances are I never told her, no.”

Schlatt ignores your snippy comment, his head reeling. “So, what, I’m the only one that knows?”

Your silence and the sheepish look that takes over your face is enough of an answer for him, and he physically feels himself soften as he realizes.

“I’m the only one that knows.” Schlatt breathes out, and he watches you turn away from him, avoiding his gaze. The revelation hits him harder than he expects it to. He is the only person who knows one of your deepest fears.

In this moment of vulnerability, Schlatt feels like it’s only fair for him to be vulnerable with you, too.

“…I’m claustrophobic,” He reveals, turning his head to face the ocean again. He doesn’t want to see the look on your face when you realize he’s spilling his own secrets to you. He doesn’t need that kind of humiliation. “Have all kinds ‘f fuckin’ nightmares about being trapped in small spaces.”

Schlatt notices that you don’t look at him.

“I didn’t know that.” You say.

“Nobody does.” Schlatt admits, standing up from his chair. He needs to get away from this conversation quickly. He can’t risk ruining his plan.

“Now we’re even.” He says, retreating back into his room, trying to ignore the way his heart thrums against his ribs.

Schlatt’s back presses against the soft cushions of his couch as your hands find their way to his shoulders to anchor yourself. Your head lulls back in ecstasy as you sink down onto him.

“Schlatt, oh my God.” You breathe out, his name tumbling out of your mouth like a prayer.

“You look so pretty like this,” Schlatt wraps his arm around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible, sitting up just slightly to cup your face with his other hand. He presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, the action unhurried as you slowly roll your hips. The slight change in angle feels so delicious, and Schlatt groans against your lips. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You bring your hands to hold either side of his face, angling his head to look you right in the eyes. He lazily thrusts up into you, a low moan escaping him. “Fuck, angel, I—” He starts, before stopping himself. He can’t say it.

Schlatt hits a spot that has you seeing stars, and your jaw goes slack as you open your mouth to let out another moan, but what comes out sounds suspiciously like a cell phone alarm.

Schlatt’s eyes pop open at the sound of his alarm, and he rolls over with a frustrated groan to turn it off. He’d originally gone back to sleep so he didn’t have to think about you, but even in his sleep, he can’t escape you.

He rolls back over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His phone pings from its spot on his chest, a notification of a text from Amelia to tell the rest of the group to start getting ready to go.

Schlatt hears the door of your balcony slide open and closed, and he huffs a sigh before getting out of bed.

He takes his time getting ready. He doesn’t do anything too different, but maybe he makes just a little bit more of an effort than usual. That dream has him spiraling.

Maybe it’s time to give up the ghost.

Schlatt shakes his head, angry at himself for even thinking that. He remembers what you said on that fateful night — and fuck, maybe it didn’t mean anything to you, but it fucks with him so bad — and he can’t let it go.

Before he knows it, an hour has gone by, and Amelia lets the group know that she and James are waiting in the lobby. Schlatt immediately bolts for his door, hoping to make it out before you see him, but of course, that doesn’t happen. You step out at the exact same time he does.

Schlatt’s skin grows uncomfortably warm as he sees what you’re wearing. It’s the same top — that same goddamn stunning red top that he practically ripped off of you the first time you got together. He can’t help the way his eyes drag down your body, the dream from earlier replaying in his head. Fuck, you look incredible.

He watches as you tense, no doubt waiting for another shitty remark like he gave you earlier that morning, and he wishes he had one locked and loaded, but his throat closes up as he stares at you.

“Y’ look nice.” Schlatt finally says, and he can tell you’re a little taken aback.

“Thanks.” You respond, and Schlatt gives a curt nod.

“Sure.” is all he says, and a heavy silence falls over the two of you. Schlatt wants to say something, anything, so that he’s not just standing awkwardly in front of you like some fuckin’ lovelorn loser, but he doesn’t know what he’d say.

He doesn’t have to search, because you take off toward the elevator. This is actually worse, watching the way your hips swing as you walk away from him, your skirt hugging you like a second skin. Schlatt drags a hand down his face, mentally preparing himself for what the club will bring. He knows what you look like with no inhibitions, letting the music move you as you feel it. He’s a goner for sure.

Schlatt follows a couple feet behind you, giving you your space, despite how badly he wants to invade it. It’s hard to keep his mind from wandering as he gets into the elevator with you.

It’s quiet for a moment, before he notices you looking up at him. He thinks it might be the first time since arriving that you haven’t been scowling at him.

“So… elevators,” You start, and Schlatt looks down at you, “They scare you?”

Schlatt feels himself start to smile. Of course you’re pressing for more details. As he realizes he’s smiling, he opts for a more neutral expression, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Nah,” He shakes his head, “Like, maybe if it got stuck for a long time, but I can handle a minute in ‘em.”

He’s expecting you to say something else, but all you say is, “Hmm.”

As soon as the elevator reaches the lobby, you’re running off to Amelia, who immediately starts to hype you up. James starts playing paparazzi, and Schlatt would give anything to join in the fun. He’s imagined something like this before — what it would be like to get to be with you out in public with your two closest friends, having fun on double dates.

He buries his nose in his phone instead.

It’s not long before James hops in front of him, standing on his tiptoes to throw his arm around Schlatt’s shoulders, shouting, “Get pumped, bro!” right in Schlatt’s ear.

Schlatt shimmy’s out of James’s grip with a laugh. James has always been good at easing tension. “I’m pumped, dude!”

“I’m super fuckin’ pumped!”

Everyone turns toward the voice, shocked to see Ted, who had said he wouldn’t be able to make it until the fourth day of the trip, like the rest of the wedding crew.

“Surprise!” Ted exclaims, his arms outstretched to you and Amelia. Both you and Amelia rush him, and Schlatt smiles excitedly. Finally, he has someone to hang out with besides you.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it until later this week!” James recalls, and Ted grins, extending his arms around you and Amelia’s shoulders.

“What can I say, I’m persuasive. Managed to convince my boss to let me come out early.” Ted explains, looking at everyone, but his eyes linger on you for half a second longer than they should. Schlatt wonders if maybe he’s just imagining things because he can’t stand the thought of anyone else looking at you. “You guys look good as fuck. What are we doin’?”

“Clubbin’,” Amelia tells him, “You in?”

“Fuck yeah I’m in, I gotta find somewhere to change, though. My room’s not ready yet because I showed up too early.”

“I got you, man,” Schlatt steps forward and claps a hand on Ted’s shoulder. “You can bunk with me for a few days.”

“Hell yeah, dude. Lead the way.”

James says he’ll send Ted and Schlatt the address of the club and Ted nods, gesturing for Schlatt to show him to his room. The two of them get to the edge of the lobby when Ted turns around and addresses you.

“(Y/N)! Save me a dance.”

Schlatt feels sick as he watches you blush.

And then he thinks about grabbing Ted by the throat when you nod at him.

That sick feeling doesn’t go away. In fact, it only intensifies as Schlatt and Ted get closer and closer to the club.

Schlatt’s watched Ted primp and preen for the better part of an hour, hoping to get lucky with you, and he feels like he might throw up. He tries to keep the image out of his head, the thought of you making the sounds you once made for him for someone else — and Ted, no less — well, it’s enough to have him seeing red.

Ted immediately turns on the charm when they find you at the bar, and Schlatt disappears as soon as he can. He makes his way through the crowd to find Amelia and James, who are having a hushed conversation in the corner at their table.

“What are you guys whisperin’ about?” Schlatt asks as he sits down.

“I was just saying that Ted and (Y/N) could make a cute couple!” Amelia yells over the music, “But James here doesn’t agree. He doesn’t think Ted is (Y/N)’s type. I wanted to set them up, but now I’m rethinking it.”

Good ol’ James, always looking out for Schlatt. James eyes Schlatt knowingly and Schlatt can only hope that James hears the silent thank yous that Schlatt repeats over and over in his head. He’s sworn James to secrecy about your little tryst, and he’s relieved to know that he hasn’t even told his future wife. That’s a rare kind of friendship.

“What do you think (Y/N)’s type is, Schlatt?” Amelia asks him.

“Fuckin’ losers, that’s her type.” Schlatt answers, and Amelia’s eyebrows furrow. He knows she was hoping he would warm up to you. It’s not her fault. She just doesn’t know. James just shoots him a sad smile.

One of Amelia’s favorite songs starts playing from the sound system and her eyes light up. “Come on!” She says, tugging at both James’s and Schlatt’s hands, “Let’s go dance!”

Schlatt follows Amelia onto the floor. He doesn’t want to, but after seeing her face drop at his comment, it’s the right thing to do. He doesn’t want to ruin any of this for her.

Amelia and James obviously start dancing together, leaving Schlatt to dance by himself awkwardly, before he feels a hand creep across his chest. He turns his head to see a woman clearly trying to put the moves on him. Normally, he’d stop this kind of thing — he’s not really into getting involved with complete strangers — but as he watches Ted spin you onto the other side of the dance floor, he finds himself thinking, Fuck it.

Schlatt lets this woman guide him, lets her wrap her arms around his neck as she sways her hips against him. “I’m Christina,” She says into his ear, “Just so you know what you’ll be moaning later tonight.”

Schlatt’s not listening. He’s not paying a single ounce of attention to Christina. He’s too busy watching you grind on Ted, his blood boiling beneath his skin.

Schlatt mimics Ted’s every move. Where Ted’s hands slide on your body, his slide on Christina. He’s in a daze, his eyes never leaving you, imagining it’s your body beneath his wandering hands. He’s nearly able to trick himself, until you catch his eye, bringing him back to reality. And in this reality, Ted’s attaching his lips to your neck, and Schlatt sees red again. One of his fists clenches involuntarily at his side as you maintain eye contact with him, as if rubbing all of this in his face.

Two can play that game, he supposes, as Christina moves to kiss him. Part of him wants to stop her, to tell her to fuck off because there’s no one else he’d rather be with than you. The other part of him wants you to see this, to prove to you that he’s just as desirable as anyone else.

Schlatt keeps his eyes on you as Christna slips her tongue into his mouth, and he can’t lie, he relishes in the way your face contorts with anger. Satisfied with your reaction, he fully gives in, closing his eyes and kissing Christina back.

Except… he feels like shit. Why the fuck is he doing this? What the fuck is he doing? He’s so goddamn conflicted. He doesn’t understand why he’s doing this. He feels like there a million different versions of himself in his head fighting for the controls, but all they’re doing is knocking into each other frantically, causing Schlatt to short-circuit anf make all kinds of stupid fucking decidions.

Schlatt shakes his head, pulling away from Christina. “Sorry, I—”

His apology catches in his throat as he sees you and Ted kissing.

Oh, God. He can’t be here. Fuck, he can’t be here anymore.

Schlatt takes off out of the club, his stomach jumping into his throat as he slams the door to the club open with all of his strength.

“Fuck!” He hisses as he steps outside. He can’t breathe. All this beautiful fresh air, and he can’t fucking breathe.

Trying to keep his breathing under control, he walks all the way back to the hotel.

Schlatt tries his best to fall asleep, but he tosses and turns for hours before finally giving up. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding since leaving the club, and every time he thinks about the kiss between you and Ted, his chest clenches uncomfortably.

It gets worse when he thinks about how he drove you to do it, that it’s his own fault that he’s feeling this way. If he’d just talked to you months ago, none of this would have ever happened. Hell, the two of you could have been enjoying this trip together, if Schlatt had just opened his mouth once to tell you how he felt.

Or maybe it was always meant to be this way. Maybe you’re right about him. Maybe he was always meant to disappoint you.

Fuck. If he keeps thinking about this, he’ll spiral.

Schlatt’s about to turn his lights off to try to sleep again, when his phone pings with a text from Ted, asking if he wouldn’t mind throwing some pajamas over to him from his balcony. Schlatt looks up and sees you and Ted on your balcony through the gap in his curtains.

Ted came back to your room with you, clearly with the intention to stay with you if he’s asking for pajamas.

Fuck him, a part of him says, even though he knows deep down it’s not fair. It’s not like Ted has any idea about how Schlatt feels about you. Fuck, not even Schlatt himself knows how he feels about you.

The petty part of Schlatt wins out in the end, and he gets up from his bed, stalking over to the window. He watches as your eyes go wide, and the way Ted’s face falls as he realizes that Schlatt has no intention of obliging him. Schlatt closes his curtains, turns off his light, and tries to go to sleep.

Moments later, Schlatt hears the way you cackle at something Ted has said, and that awful fucking feeling rears its ugly head once again.

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mandy👸

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Hello! I hope you're doing well! I have a request, I have been thinking about schlatt the whole day!!! Imagine being out with Schlatt if your relationship is public and some fans recognice schlatt first and reader offers to take the picture they want or smth. The fans suddenly recognice you now and are ALL OVER YOU, but not enough to make reader uncomfortable. They are bigger fans of you rather than schlatt, maybe he even gets slightly jealous😍😭 sorry for rambling about this but it's just too cute. If you don't want to write it, it's alright! I know how much pressure many requests make :')

Have a good day/night/morning/night :)

THIS IS SO CUTE! also never apologize for rambling. i love it.

you and schlatt are leaving a restaurant, but as soon as you get outside, you realize you left your phone at the table. you head back in to get it, and when you come back outside, you notice schlatt is surrounded by a handful of fans. they’re chattering at him excitedly, and he’s eating it up, an appreciative grin on his face.

“i can’t believe we just ran into you on the street.” one of them says, “you’re, like, one of my favorite creators.”

“aw, thanks, that’s really nice,” schlatt smiles.

“can we get a picture?” another one asks, and when schlatt says yes, they all debate who is going to take the pictures. you giggle to yourself as they kind of scramble to figure it out.

“i can take it for you!” you offer, and when they all turn to look at you, their jaws drop and their eyes go wide.

“no way! it’s (y/n)! i’m, like, your biggest fan, for real!”

“god, your newest video was so funny. literally my favorite so far.”

“you’re my favorite content creator!”

“can we get a picture? please?”

“schlatt, would you mind?” one of them asks, holding out their phone, and schlatt playfully scowls.

“look, i know (y/n) is cooler and funnier and hotter than me, but this is fucked up,” he jokes, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he takes the phone from one of the fans, “can’t believe (y/n) is stealin’ all my fuckin’ fans.”

“okay, you big baby, let’s compromise,” you reach up to pat his cheek, “we can both be in the pictures. does that work for you?”

schlatt grunts, as one of the other fans offers to take the picture instead. “fine.” he grumbles, “but i better not see me cropped out of these later, i mean it.”

the little group all take turns taking pictures with the two of you, thanking you endlessly, before letting the two of you get on with your night.

“sorry for upstaging you,” you tease, and schlatt shakes his head again, chuckling quietly.

“at least they have good taste.”

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Your camera roll as hamzah’s girlfriend

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This video is extremely important

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hamzah in mandy’s new vlog ♡

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hamzah in mandy’s new vlog ♡