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hey y'all imma fuck off Tumblr bc honestly it keeps me from writing (which I want to do more of) & it just gets me craving validation for my writing more than im willing to crave it. imma leave all my posts up & my master list is below so if u like my stuff on here u can always revisit:) ill be on ao3 under the same name, so hopefully ill see y'all over there <3

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y'all im writing it rn I caved lol

I'm about three inches away from writing Schlatt rpf but I honestly don't know if I have the strength

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If mentally unstable why pookie shaped?

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Movie night with Schlatt, Ted, and Charlie Drabble/headcanons

Im running on 2 hours of sleep and cant stop thinking about them

You’d be sitting on the couch with them, mindlessly watching a movie not really paying attention

You had all gotten a Airbnb together for some sort of video you were filming or a trip

You guys had all met through streaming/youtube

Constantly making content together or streaming together

You immediately fit in well with the chuckle boys

You always thought they were all handsome but would never make a move, fearing what the others would think

All the guys had been oddly flirty and handsy with you all day

Hand gently placed on your hip as they walked past you or next to you

Sweet petnames from all of them

Schlatts go tos are “toots” or “dollface”

Ted is a simple “darling” or “hun” man

Charlie would definitely be more of a “honey” or “baby”

Constantly catching them staring at you

You finally settle down for the night and decide to watch a movie together

Schlatt insists on sitting so close to you, insisting that “Charlie takes up too much room” but his arm ends up on the back of the couch behind you

Charlie would sit on the other side of you, sharing a blanket with you

You and Charlie’s hands would occasionally graze each others as you reached for snacks

Charlie would joke and pull you closer into his side, quote saying that “he’s saving you from the other monsters on the couch” aka Ted and schlatt

Ted is a quiet subtle flirt

Ted is a more refined flirt, subtle hand touches when he passes you snacks or catching your eye during a intense or romantic part in the movie

But schlatt, being the bold on he is, would instigate

It would start with his hand resting on your thigh beneath the blanket, slowly creeping closer and closer to your core

Slowly torturing you throughout the movie

Also I just imagine his hands are so big they practically cover your entire thigh

And whenever you squirm he would lean over and whisper in your ear “can you stay still toots? I’m trying to watch the movie”

This continues on and you kept quiet so you don’t draw any attention to you two

(I like to think that schlatt is just very handsy in general and has to be touching you 24/7)

that is until you let out a low mewl as schlatt pushes your sleep shorts aside and gently starts rubbing your clit through your panties

This catches Ted and Charlie’s attention

Some alcohol or weed may be involved in this night

Ted and Charlie just smirk, sharing a look with schlatt

Ted would just take a sip of his drink and lean further back into the couch, his eyes now fixed on you as you squirm beneath schlatts touch

I feel like Ted really likes to just watch and call all the shots

Ted would tut and say “couldn’t even keep quiet till the end of the movie darling?” His voice low and sultry

Blink blink

It takes you a moment to realize what’s happening

Ohmygod they coordinated

Schlatt continues to lazily rub circles into your clit

Charlie would pull the blanket off of you, and when you try to close your thighs he would gently pull them open, pulling your leg onto his lap

He would lean closer to you, gently rubbing circles into your inner thigh and places kisses along your neck and pawing at your chest

Of course ted was sitting directly across from you, that’s the whole reason he chose a spot so far away

You were flushed and disheveled and on display for him

Movie is completely forgotten

Ted’s eyes hold your own gaze and he has a sultry smirk on his face

If you try to look away from him schlatt or Charlie would hold your chin in place to look at him

You pajama bottoms and panties find their way to the floor

You’ve turned into a moaning mess as schlatt is now pumping his thick fingers in and out of you

Your top is pushed up as Charlie leaves hickeys across your chest, gently playing with your nipple with one hand and taking the other into his mouth

Ted has pulled down his pants and lazily strokes his cock while watching you come undone

His low sultry voice taunting you the entire time

“You look so good like this honey”

“We saw how you looked at all of us, this is exactly what you wanted” he’s not wrong with that one

Ted tells schlatt how fast or hard to go, or when to add another finger

Just as your about to cum, Ted tells schlatt to stop

You let out the most pathetic whine ever to which Ted just smirks

You end up in Charlie’s lap, him holding you legs open as his cock presses into you lower back and he places kisses on your neck

Schlatt pushes cock into you slowly, not before slapping it against your opening a few times

He’s B I G (he’s a big dude so like…to be expected)

You let out the most pornographic moan as he slides into you, you could have cum right then and there

Ted has since quieted a bit and just strokes his cock while sipping the drink he had been nursing

Charlie whispers sweet praises in your ear, in contrast to schlatt who slams into your pussy roughly while degrading you

“Yeah you fucking love this you little slut”

“You love being shared by the three of us don’t you? Our little cockslut?”

He is hitting your gspot repeatedly, you would definitely be bruised tomorrow

Charlie would slip his hand between you and schlatts bodies and circle your clit, sending you over the edge you were already so close to

Your back would arch off of Charlie’s chest and you would be seeing stars

Schlatt would continue to slam his cock into you before one final thrust emptying himself deep inside you with loud guttural moan

When he pulls out, Charlie is quick to adjust and slip himself into you

Unable to catch your breath from you last release, when Charlie starts pumping into you

“Can’t have it dripping out.” He would lowly whisper.

Charlie would wrap his arms around your waist and thrust up into you, his action countering his sweet praises

The closer he gets the dirtier his words become

“You’re doing so good babydoll”

“So good for us all”

“Your pussy is squeezing me fucking so tight”

“Gonna have you so full of our cum by the end of the night”

“Our perfect little cumslut”

Charlie is soooo noisy

Schlatt has settled next to Ted, the two of them stroking themselves while they watch you guys

Both of you so noisy and sweet

Charlie’s hands dig into your hips as he gets closer and closer

You whine, just as close as Charlie

Ted pushes himself off the couch and makes his way to stand in front of you

His eyes heavy lidded as he stares down at you, he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him

“Look at me while you cum darling”

As you try to look away he holds your face tighter

“I said look at me” he says through gritted teeth

You whine and as Charlie continues to pound into you it finally snaps and you practically fall forward into Ted’s arms, Charlie’s release following shortly

“Oh so good honey, you did so good” Ted praises as you crumple into his arms, his hands stroking your hair

Charlie’s slips out of you and leans back into the couch breathless

Just as you think Ted going to be soft and sweet with you…. He picks you up off Charlie’s lap and drops you down on for a open spot on the couch

He quickly flips you over and pushes your face into the couch

Ted pulls you up by your hips, using a his thick fingers to push the cum dripping out of you back in before pushing his cock into you

Ted is a mean dom for sure, very degrading, he likes to make you thinks he’s gonna be sweet and then he’s not

He loves that’s you’re overstimulated, you’re so whiny

“You’re gonna cum for me again sweetheart okay?” You whine gibberish but something along the lines of ‘I can’t’

“Awww You can’t? You just can’t ?” He teases and begins to pound into you harder, causing you to whine and moan louder

You try to pull away from him due to the overstimulation but he has a firm hold on your hips and you are going nowhere

Safe to say Ted doesn’t stop until you’ve cum another 2 times and are completely cock drunk

When Ted finally cums, he pulls out you collapse onto the couch, his grip has been the only thing holding you up

Their mixed cum dripping down your inner thighs and onto the couch, but you could not be bothered to care right now

Aftercare is Charlie’s time to shine, he returns with a warm damp towel to clean you up, all while placing gentle kisses along your body

Once everyone is all cleaned up, schlatt and Ted wrap you up in a blanket and you are placed on Charlie’s lap

The four of you cuddle in the center of the couch and finally finish the movie that had been long forgotten

You begin to doze off in Charlie’s arms

“We should have done that way sooner” you say sleepily before dozing off, smirks all making their way onto the three men’s faces.

Only now just realizing how much I wrote… oops…. Also I barely proofread this

Anyway, need this rn. Being shared by these men is the literal dream

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this shit SLAPS. ur writing is like a warm sip of coffee

✮ ⋆ ˚｡ Wallet 𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

japan!schlatt x fem!reader

@fancy-fleur-blog here u go pookie

We were halfway through a night out in Tokyo — me and a couple mates, weaving through the backstreets with canned chu-hi in hand, making dumb jokes and pointing at vending machines like we’d never seen one before. It was one of those warm, electric nights where the city feels like it's got a pulse.

That’s when I saw it — a little blue coin pouch lying near the curb outside a 7-Eleven. Looked kind of beat-up, but I picked it up anyway, figuring maybe someone had just dropped it on their way out. Curiosity got the better of me, so I gave it a look.

Cards, receipts, some loose change… and a name.

Jschlatt.

I paused. Stared at it for a second. Nah, couldn’t be. Not that Jschlatt, right?

Except… it looked exactly like the wallet he showed in that Japan vlog a few days ago — down to the dumb little cow keychain. I pulled out my phone and started skimming through the video like a madman. There it was. Same exact one.

I just kind of stood there like, what the hell do I even do with this? And for whatever reason — blame the alcohol or just the absurdity of it all — I took a photo, DMed him on Instagram, and said, “Hey, found your wallet in Tokyo. Here’s where I’m at.”

Didn’t expect a reply. Figured it’d get lost in a sea of messages. But then, less than a minute later:

“Thank fucking god. I’m on my way.”

I stared at my phone like it’d just spoken.

About twenty minutes later, he shows up. Hoodie, baseball cap, bit taller in person. Honestly, he looked like he'd just run halfway across the city. He walks up, sees me holding the wallet, and lets out the most relieved laugh.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he says, and claps a hand on my shoulder like we’ve known each other for years. “Drinks on me.”

So we end up at this little izakaya nearby — tucked away, warm lighting, quiet chatter in the air. We sit down, order sake and grilled skewers, and he’s just… a guy. Funny, sharp, chill as hell. Not putting on a voice, not doing a bit. Just talking about how he nearly had a breakdown thinking he'd lost every card he owned in a foreign country.

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The conversation eventually drifted from lost wallets to more normal stuff — daily routines, pets, even family. Normally, I wouldn’t open up that easily. But then again, I don’t usually end up grabbing drinks with Jschlatt in the middle of Tokyo, either.

“You’ve got a cat?” he asked, scrolling through my Instagram like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I nodded, smiling. “Three, actually — and a dog.” I lit up a bit. I love talking about my pets. “That grey one there is Gandalf,” I said, pointing to a photo with all of them piled on the couch. “That ginger one’s Galileo — like the scientist. He’s a ranga and freaks out whenever I sing Bohemian Rhapsody. And that little black-and-white guy? That’s Fat Louie. Named after the cat in The Princess Diaries. He’s a guts — always trying to steal everyone’s br—”

I cut myself off mid-sentence, realizing I was rambling. Schlatt had this look — not annoyed, just… entertained. His lips curled in a crooked smirk, eyes kind of soft.

“Uh, yeah. And the dog’s Levi. Had him for years,” I mumbled, suddenly shy again.

He let out a warm chuckle and nodded. “That’s cute. You’re a big animal person, then?”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back a little. “My ex used to get mad at me for bringing animals home off the street.”

He looked up from my phone, eyebrows knitting together. “Mad? Why?”

I blinked, surprised by the question. “Uh... ’cause he didn’t wanna deal with vet bills and food and all that?” I tilted my head, like it was obvious.

Schlatt scoffed lightly and shook his head. “I’d be lucky to have that problem. ‘Too many animals’ sounds like a win to me.”

That kind of stuck with me. We kept talking after that — about his cats, weird rescue stories, the time he almost adopted a dog on impulse in Texas. It was easy, light, and real.

Eventually, he glanced at his phone and sighed. “Right. I gotta go — flight in the morning.” He stood up slowly, gathering his stuff with a reluctant shrug.

I stayed seated, giving him a small wave. “Nice meeting you,” I said with a half-smile.

He hesitated, then turned back, rubbing the back of his neck like he was thinking it over.

“Hey, look…” He paused, eyes flicking up to mine. “Can I grab your number? You’re really chill. Wouldn’t mind hanging out again — under, uh… different circumstances.”

He chuckled a bit at the end, but he meant it. And I couldn’t help but grin.

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pov: you're a fish in an aquarium being approached by a sticky school child

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it's so funny to me that my least fave fic is my most popular one. like its good someone likes it lol cause its not me

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four ways to say his name fbiagent!stiles x nurse!girlfriend ft. teacher!scott aged up characters (mid-twenties), post-canon

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It’s Saturday, it’s six-fifteen in the morning and the kitchen of your apartment looks as though a category-five hurricane has swept through it. Stiles had decided to wake up early to prepare you a full breakfast before your twelve-hour shift, complete with made-from-scratch blueberry pancakes. They were obviously delicious but your boyfriend is incapable of cooking anything without pulling out damn near every measuring cup, bowl, ingredient and utensil that your cramped kitchen contains. Considering Stiles had already half abandoned the cleaning process in favor of talking to Scott over the matcha lattes he’d brought over from Starbucks, you issue your boyfriend a warning from the doorway:

“Mieczysław, I’m serious. This kitchen better be spotless.” Your tone is serious but there’s a smile on your face as you shut the door gently behind you. Despite his frequent bouts of distraction, Stiles never fails to pull his weight of the household chores. 

The noise of his conversation with Scott peters out and the sounds of clanging kitchen equipment and running water replaces it. Stiles hums as he works, already planning the dinner he’ll have on the table for you when you shuffle back into your shared abode at around eight-thirty tonight. Scott sips his dwindling latte with a puzzled expression on his face that his friend doesn’t notice.

“How often does Y/N call you that?” Scott asks, having to raise his voice to be heard over Stiles’ furious scrubbing of a deceptively-named ‘no-stick’ pan.

“What, my real name?”

“Yeah,”

“Every so often, I guess…” Stiles starts, his brain suddenly being filled with relevant memories. “Actually, she’s kind of specific about it. She only uses it in like, four different ways,” he continues, cocking his head to the side as he shuts off the sink.

“Oh yeah, what ways?” Scott continues, his interest growing. He’s known his best friend for almost two decades and he can still barely pronounce ‘Mieczysław’. Hearing you rattle it off effortlessly, with a slight accent like Polish is your first language, (even though he’s very aware that it’s not), deeply impressed him.

“Um, well, when she’s trying to get me to remember or pay attention to something, like she just did. When she’s mad at me, definitely,” Stiles turns back around to face his friend, his eyes widening.

“I probably would have guessed that,” Scott replies through a laugh.

“She also sometimes uses it when she says ‘I love you’. I don’t know why, I think it’s sweet though,” Stiles continues with a gentler tone and Scott gives a small smile. It’s nice to hear that his best friend is happy and in love, even if it does cause a slight twinge of jealousy to reverberate through his chest.

“And she says it when we-you know…” Stiles trails off, raising his eyebrows and gesturing aimlessly with his hands. Scott gasps slightly.

“Oh…got it,” he replies to Stiles, bobbing his head and avoiding eye contact. Stiles dampens a rag in the sink and begins to wipe down the countertop in large, sweeping motions.

“Doesn’t that…um, get kind of confusing?” Scott asks timidly, taking the last swig of his drink. Stiles raises his eyebrows and a slight smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. “That she uses that name when she’s mad at you and when…you know,” he blushes as he finishes his sentence. Despite his closeness with Stiles, Scott really doesn’t want to hear the finer details of his sex life. Especially since he’s actually starting to form a real friendship with you.

Stiles wrings out the rag in the sink and ponders his friend's question for a moment. He hasn’t really thought about the seriously contradictory ways you chose to use his full name, but now that he does, he realizes Scott’s right.

“Yeah, I guess a little bit,” he starts, replaying in his head the last several times ‘Mieczysław’ has fallen from your lips. Some of the memories are sweet, some are slightly painful, and some of them are far too X-rated to tell his friend. 

“But it’s a good kind of confusing, you know?” he breaks into a genuine grin that prompts Scott to roll his eyes. 

It takes several minutes of Scott pivoting the conversation to an awkward parent meeting he had about a student of his that won’t stop searching wildly inappropriate things on school wi-fi for the mischievous grin to finally dissipate from Stiles’ face.

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Why do I care? Let's see, because over the last few weeks, my best friend's tried to kill himself, his boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was killed by alphas.

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mr and mr 15 years later 🦎

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I'm about three inches away from writing Schlatt rpf but I honestly don't know if I have the strength

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this whole series is fuckin phenomenal, 10/10 no notes ur a genius

angsty schlattxf!reader where he has BIG feelings for her but she’s in a happy relationship? i don’t think there’s enough schlatt angst

also can i be 🐠 anon if it’s not already taken? :)

oh the YEARNING!!!!! couldn’t decide if i wanted to go w/some rando for medium angst or ted for Maximum Angst…… guess what i did :) (also yes you can. welcome to the anon club and thank you for being here!)

schlatt has been into you since the moment he laid eyes on you. it’s like you were made up in some factory just for him — able to keep up with his banter, loving the same music he does, challenging him on things he was 100% certain about, so caring and thoughtful, always there to lend a hand or an ear should he need it… and the fuckin’ bitch of it all is that ted got to you first.

he tries to ignore the way his stomach flips as ted moves your hair from your face, the pang in his chest when ted draws a laugh from you, the way his skin heats up to an uncomfortable degree when ted kisses you.

it’s not fuckin’ fair.

ted’s a real stand up guy, and schlatt has always thought this, but sometimes he wishes ted was a shittier guy. not shitty enough to really hurt you — he’d never want anything or anyone to hurt you — but just shitty enough to be a mediocre boyfriend, to make you see that you’d be much happier with him.

it gets to the point where every time ted brings you up, schlatt falls silent, trying his damndest to tune him out so it doesn’t hurt so goddamn bad. ted always notices, schlatt knows he does, but neither of them ever say anything about it. they just move on.

you accompany ted to a small gathering of sorts, and when he leaves your side to go do some networking, you find schlatt, because of course you do. he’s one of your closest friends, always a safe haven in a sea of people you don’t know very well.

but it feels different this time. you’ve caught on to the way he clams up every time your name is mentioned, and when you sit down next to him and he stiffens, it confirms your worst fears.

he hates you. something has changed and he hates you.

“schlatt,” you murmur, unsure if he’ll be able to hear you over the other people in the room, but you can’t bring yourself to be any louder, “are we okay? do you hate me all of a sudden?”

schlatt looks right at your face for what feels like the first time in forever, his stoic expression melting into something much softer at your words.

“we’re okay, toots. don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“you don’t hate me?”

“‘course not.”

but he wishes he did.

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Sound engineer, Davide Cinci, an italian dude who rolled his own cigarettes, was brutally honest with me