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h4neypot · 4 months ago

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—- first meetings. ft schlatt & ted nivison.

summary: whether it's because you accidentally downloaded malware onto your new computer, or because your assistance is needed in the cinematography class— you meet two cute students throughout the process, and you are not complaining.

— tags: college!au, comp sci student!schlatt, cinema student! ted, art student!reader (in ted's section anyways, it's left vague in schlatt's), headcanons, meet-cute, twink schlatt & twink ted.

authors note: hi! sorry writing has been slow, we should be back now though!! i'm excited to delve into college au because i feel like there's a lot to explore with it. this is just the first meeting, but i'm already working on some general hc's! send me some asks about either of them and i'll answer them/elaborate for you!! ♡ ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

—- schlatt - computer science student .ᐟ

— the first time you meet schlatt is when you're having tech troubles with your new computer. all solutions online failed to work, and when an acquaintance told you about the school's IT support group, you decided that'd be the best bet. — you weren't really the type to go out and socialise, you'd rather stay indoors and try to do things yourself. but this was a new computer, so you broke your rule this one time. — upon entering, you were met with the sight of a bunch of other students. some were working there, some were there for help. the fact others were there helped put your mind at ease a little. — you looked around to try and find someone who was free. you panicked when you skimmed round and saw nobody available, but after you took your time looking, your eyes landed on someone. — he had a lanky figure, face tucked into his computer, as if he were trying to.. hide? you were confused considering this was all volunteer work, but you really didn't care. you just wanted your computer fixed.

— you waddled over to his booth, holding your laptop at your chest. he was still in the same position as before, so you coughed to grab his attention. — he moved back slightly, peering up at you with his brown eyes, which were a little wide. "oh— oh, hi. i wasn't expecting anyone to see me," he muttered, which caused a small giggle to erupt from you. — "sorry, if i wasn't so worried i probably wouldn't have even saw you," you smiled softly at him, before sitting on the seat in front of him. — "ah, well. this is my job, so i can't complain. how can i help you?" he asked, hands closed together as he returned your smile, and you felt your heart skip a beat. — you explained the situation to him, how you didn't know why files were randomly deleting, or why these pop-up's were appearing, and that you'd already tried everything google and reddit threw at you. — he let's out a hum, and asks to have access to your computer. after putting in your user and password, you turn it round to him so he can inspect it. — "jesus christ— there's like.. a hundred of these things!" the boy exclaims as his wide-eyed expression returns, before he tries shutting them down one by one. — he looks through your files, trying to spot anything suspicious from first glance. it's mainly a bunch of images, with a few .exe files from apps you downloaded. — "for fuck sake, how many times is this gonna—" he starts muttering under his breath about the constant pop-up's, but suddenly a siren starts playing from the computer, causing you both to jump. — he immediately holds down the 'volume down' button, looking around to make sure too many people didn't hear. you both got a few looks, but thankfully nothing major. — when he looks back to the computer, there's a neon red pop-up that's taken over the screen, announcing "YOU HAVE 7348 VIRUSES", which causes him to burst into laughter. — "what a stupid fuckin' pop-up," he grumbles, still smirking. he turns his attention back to you though, raising a brow. "you said this is a brand new computer, right? you sure you didn't buy this off a fuckin' scammer?" — you shake your head vigorously at him, "no! i got it from that one store 10 minutes from here, the one everyone says to go to," you explain, eyes closed as you try to think of the name. you didn't know why he made you feel so nervous, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him. at least, not anymore than you already have.— "hm, right. and everything you've installed has been legit? straight from the app store or the site's download section?" he double-checks, and you flash him a nervous smile.

— "weeeelllll," you drag out, wincing when he deadpans at you. "i wasn't paying for the adobe software! that shit is a scam and you of all people should know that," you huff, folding your arms and pouting. — he sighs but laughs lightly, running his hand through his hair. "well there's the root of the issue. downloading a cracked copy that isn't even safe," he murmurs, but assures you he can fix it. " — you scoot your chair round a little so you can see what the boy does, in case you ever get yourself into a situation like this again.. even though you know damn well you'd come back here, anyways. — you watch as he goes full IT mode— deep cleaning your system, manually removing the malware, while muttering how he "doesn't understand how some people have no fuckin' tech literacy," as you roll your eyes. — "i do, thank you very much! adobe apps are just.. harder to pirate," you murmur quietly, looking off to the side. he just laughs at your silent admission, continuing to clean up your computer. — it doesn't go unnoticed how much he keeps looking at you while he's fixing up the computer, and you're pretty sure your reddening cheeks haven't gone unnoticed by him, either. — it took some time, but eventually he slides the computer to you as he stretches back in his chair, arms rising in the air as he cracks his bones. "alright, virus bait. that's your computer all fixed," he grins, and you ignore the nickname as your eyes land on your computer. — you look properly at the screen and wow, it's so nice to look at it without being bombarded with pop-ups or scam messages, and it's even nicer to hear your computer isn't about to take off into space any minute. — you jump off the chair with joy, clapping your hands together excitedly as you shut the screen over and hug the laptop to your chest. "god, this feels great! thank you.." you start, before trailing off when you realise you don't even know his name. — you turn to see him already smiling up at you, as he's sat back up in his normal position with his arms crossed. "johnathan," he confirms, and you smile at him back with a small nod. — "thank you, jonathan!" you repeat with his name this time, before you sigh in relief. "i really owe you one, seriously," you admit, pondering as you think of how you can return the favour. — you're interrupted however as your phone buzzes repeatedly, reminding you that you had a zoom call to catch in five minutes. you let out a small "fuck!" before pushing the chair back to it's original spot, and running round the table to the exit. — "sorry— i gotta go! i'll make it up to you sometime— bye johnathan!" you exclaim as you run out the room. — he smiles softly as you run, muttering a small "see ya, virus bait," under his breath, watching your figure until you're out of sight before shaking his head and putting his focus back onto his own computer.

—- ted - cinematography student .ᐟ

— it's too late to be in the art campus building— it's 12am, to be precise. you would never come here this late, ever. you're only here because you were only just told you needed an extra A3 painting for your assignment that was due in a few days.

— so that's why you're here, and weirdly.. you're not alone? there was another guy here, slumped over his computer as he edited what you could only assume to be a short-film.

— the atmosphere was.. fine. it wasn't cozy, but it wasn't awkward. the radio played lowly in the background, but the noise mainly came from the other guy's computer, constantly replaying the same scene over and over.

— you had a perfect view of the computer, your easel was a couple desks behind him, so you could paint and watch whatever he was working on, if you so desired. — and you did, and it was fun.. the first 20 times you had seen it. the other 35? not so much. — you had tried focusing more on your own painting, but were quickly drawn back to the previous spot when you heard a loud groan erupt from the guy's throat. — "if i have to watch this scene one more fucking time, you're going out the window," he muttered angrily, jabbing a finger at the computer screen, as if it was at fault. — you peered at the content on the screen and.. yikes, you didn't realise just how bad the colour grading was until now. you placed your brush down, before taking a step forward. — "..your colour grading is awful," you tell him, watching as he throws his arm around the back of his chair while looking at you with a face of disbelief. maybe you could've worded it nicer.. — "oh, i'm sorry da vinci, i didn't realise— wait, you know colour grading?" he started off with a snarky comment, but when the words clicked he suddenly got curious. — you give him a curt nod before moving closer, grabbing a chair from the desk next to him and pulling it over. "the highlights are blown out, your shadows are crushed and your white balance is all over the place," you tell him, turning to see his jaw dropping. how the fuck did you pick apart the flaws in an instant? — "holy shit," he murmurs in disbelief, running a hand up and down his face. "am i that tired i didn't realise how shit it was?" — you laugh at his words, shaking your head. "no, no. i get it. may i?" you ask, gesturing towards the computer. he nods in return, hand waving in the air. "as you please." — he watches, still a little sceptical at first, but then you tweak the levels and.. the scene actually looks good. — "christ," he whispers, leaning in to watch the scene once more, "that's way better." — "duh," you grin, and he shoots you a playful glare in return. — not long after he buys you something from the vending machine down the hall, as a repayment for you helping him out. — you both continue to work on your respective projects, while occasionally throwing sarcastic comments at each other. — "why are you glaring at your painting like it owes you money?" "because it does," "fair." — you both decide to call it a night when it hits 3am, because you don't dwant to be here all night, not after you already spend the full day here anyways. — "i don't trust you walking back to your dorm alone, especially with the reports lately," he says as he grabs his rucksack, throwing it over his shoulder. — "oh? and i should trust you?" "im 6'4, sweetheart. im the threat's threat," he winks, and you hate that it makes you giggle. — you let him walk you to your dorm, both of you making small talk n the way, but ultimately you were both too tired to keep a real chat going. — when you get to your dorm, you turn round and flash him a small smile. "thank you for walking me back.." you begin to thank him, but falter when you realise you didn't catch his name. — "really? you didn't see my name plastered over the film?" he laughs, and you join him. "names ted, though," he lets you know, and you nod and give him your name. — "it's no problem, and thank you for y'know.. fixing my shitty colour grading," he smiles, and you nod in return. — "yeah, well, da vinci has a few tricks," you tease, bringing back the nickname from earlier that he called you after he offended him, and you didn't miss how his face lit up when he realised. — you both wave each other off and when you close the door behind you, you immediately fall against it. why the fuck were you giggling about some random cinema student? — ted felt the same though, giddy that he had someone like you helping him fix his shitty colour grading. maybe next time he'll get you in the film.

#jschlatt fanfic #WAHHHHHH so cute #IT guy schlatt is sooooo #going to daydream about this during class

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h4neypot · 4 months ago

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dinner club

a blurb I wrote last month inspired by a dream I had involving schlatt, a lunch club watch party, and secret moments in crowded rooms :)

notes: romantic, sfw, fluff, lunch club mentioned rip, vague timeline maybe circa 2023, x reader

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You weren’t exactly certain how you had wound up with your eyes glued to a TV screen at a house party, but life was just full of surprises lately.

Well, no, you were actually very certain as to how this had happened.

Some drunk attendee of the party you were at (if you’d had to be money on it, you’d have said it was probably Ted) had suggested that you all watch old videos of each other in order to “break the ice” and “totally not just to laugh at everyone.” Naturally, the herd of tipsy people around you had voiced their vehement opposition to this idea, but no one was lucid enough to stop him from connecting their phone to the TV and searching for 2019-era clips of everyone.

Unfortunately for your fragile heart, the very unwitting object of your affections was the first up to the chopping block.

So here you all were, gathered in someone’s living room, watching a version of him that was long gone muck about on screen with people he no longer spoke to.

You tilted your head back, letting it bump into his chest gently. Almost instantly upon contact, you felt the muscles there tense up. You smiled.

As the version of him on the TV continued to peer down at the room, your smile grew disgustingly fond. No facial hair and skinny limbs…he really did look like a twig, there, didn’t he? Deciding that it was imperative he heard your stance on the matter, you tipped your head even further backwards and looked up at him, hoping to catch his eye.

Only to find that he was already looking down at you with what must have been a very similar expression to the one you were now wearing.

The moment your eyes met, he flushed bright red and wrenched them away, staring resolutely into the distance. This stunned you into giggles, pulling your head forward once more.

Your laughter inspired nothing but a huff of frustration from the man behind you, but you paid him no mind. He was the one who had been looking at you like a creep for god-knows-how-long. It wasn’t your fault that being caught had turned him a delightful shade of scarlet.

But suddenly, you recalled your intended task. This time, you spun around to face him fully, losing your balance a bit in the process. A hand shot down to your hip to steady you.

Once you had regained your bearings, you looked up at him once more and mouthed the words, You look 12. Unfortunately, it seemed that his lip reading skills were horribly lackluster, as he tilted his head in confusion and mouthed back, What?

Irritated now, you repeated your wordless jab, slower and in a manner you thought was clear enough for a toddler to comprehend, but the man-child in front of you still seemed lost.

You shook your head and sighed, opting to try one last time before calling it quits.

But this time, you weren’t going to leave room for misinterpretation.

Your hand snaked its way up and across his cheek, lingering for a moment in a gentle and unwitting caress before eventually finding its way to the side of his neck. He looked surprised at the contact, but not displeased, so you took it as a sign to continue.

Using your new leverage point, you pulled his head down and leaned into his ear, just barely grazing the shell of it with your lips as you whispered, “You definitely look 19 in this video.”

Even with the temporary change in his height, you still found yourself needing to get on your tiptoes just to be on the same level as him. How irritating.

You pulled back to gauge his reaction to your words, but what you found was NOT the flat irritation you had expected. Rather, it was a look of pure, dumbfounded amazement.

It was at this moment you registered his hand, still warm at your hip despite being long unneeded.

Not wanting to miss any more of the proceedings on screen, you rolled your eyes and turned back to face the front. All the while, a light pressure never left your hip bone.

It was only once you had settled back into your stance that you felt a shift, then a presence right beside your face.

“I was 20 in that, fuck you.”

All you could do in response was laugh.

Gradually, and perhaps without really meaning to, you found yourself sinking further and further backwards, straight into his broad chest.

By the end of the video, you were near-enveloped in his arms, which had now come to rest loosely on both sides of your waist in support.

It was nice, you thought, being sheltered like this.

#this is so cute #lunch club schlatt holds a dear place in my heart #jschlatt fanfic

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h4neypot · 5 months ago

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“isaac will post ltlvc in three days!!!!!” i shout as my grandkids push my wheelchair back into the nursing home

#rinrambles #isaacwhy #PLEASE ISAAC #begging him to post it soon my sanity is declining

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h4neypot · 5 months ago

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rush – jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x (fem)reader summary: your mom married a random guy, making you two move to a new state. you meet your new step-brother who immediately gets on your nerves. when the feeling of lust and want gets too much for you, how far are you willing to go? (my fault: london/culpa mía AU) genre: smut, fluff (?) warning: cursing, step-bro smut, 18+ not edited!

You stay silent, looking out the window, as it was just you and your mom sitting in the car. She was trying to make small talk, but you couldn’t hear any of it over the sound of feeling like your life was ending.

It was, actually. Your mom got hitched with some random guy in New York, and suddenly, you’re dragged into moving out of your home just to be one big family.

Yeah fucking right.

You were pissed. Florida has been your home since you were born.

“And you’ll find new friends and maybe a new boyfrie-”

“Oh, fuck you, Mom.” You yell at her, “I love Dave, you know that. You made me leave him behind!”

“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry, but you’re young and have so much tim-”

“Whatever.” She sighs next to you, knowing your stubborn nature.

“He has a son, Jonathan.”

“Stupid ass name.”

Your mom tsks at your comment, “He is lovely. You’ll get along.”

“Wake me up when we’re there.”

She didn’t wake you up.

Your mom’s rustic, old car pulls up to the most beautiful house, scratch that, mansion.

“Since when did New York have big ass houses?”

“We’re in the suburbs, honey. The Hamptons, of all places.”

You whistle in admiration at the large house, knowing this was now your new home. You both get out of the car.

Michael, your new step-father, was on the steps with his staff. “Welcome!” He goes to kiss your mom on the cheek, and you stand by awkwardly. “Hey!” He says your name warmly, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” You try to smile, but it ends up looking like a grimace.

You and your mom get settled in; you go to check out your room alone, wanting to give the couple some privacy. The room was huge: a queen sized bed in the middle, a desk with a vanity nearby, and the walk-in closet with beautiful, expensive clothes with tags still on them. Your mom lucked out. “Jesus,” you whisper to yourself, “it’s like we’re in a new dimension.”

You text Dave, wanting to show him the new house, but he responded saying he was busy. Getting bored of just sitting at your bed, you walk down to the kitchen to get a drink. Opening the large fridge door, you look at your choices. To your disappointment, nothing catches your eye.

“What, rich bitches don’t drink fucking Coke?” You roll your eyes, closing the refrigerator. You jump at the tall, big man standing right there next to you. “Holy fuck!”

“Relax.” His voice is deep and smooth. You get a good look at him: he’s tall as fuck, buff as fuck, and oh God, is that a beard? You love beards.

He interrupts your train of thought, “So you’re the new pet?”

You make a face, “The fuck?”

He scoffs, “Joking. I’m Jonathan. And you are…?”

“No one laughed. Whatever, dude. Not telling you my name.” You shove past him to go back to your room. He already pissed you off. Great.

“What’s the rush?” He follows you through the kitchen, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Don’t you want to get to know me?” You walk up the stairs as he lingers by the bottom.

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout as you reach the top, throwing up the middle finger at him.

Pet? Who the hell does this guy think he is? His dad seemed nice enough, but what a jackass.

Hours pass and it’s time for you to get ready for the family dinner. You think about Jonathan. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was hot. Don’t get it wrong, Dave is a sweet boyfriend. He’s everything you could’ve asked for, but Jonathan is the complete opposite. Dave is sweet, but Jonathan is hot.

You decide to pull out all of the stops; your mom said this was a fancy restaurant and you knew you had to look your best. You put on a black elegant yet revealing dress ending at your thigh, showing a lot of skin, but just enough to still be considered appropriate. You touched up your makeup, applying gloss to make your lips look plump.

You walk down the stairs again. Jonathan is already at the bottom, dressed in a suit. You felt yourself drooling a bit. He looked really, really good. He looks up from his phone and watches your every step. His sharp eyes are almost too much for you; you could feel the intensity of his stare. You knew you got him. He wants you.

Smirking a bit, you link arms with him. “Did I keep you waiting long? Sorry, I was getting dolled up.”

He scoffs, “Took you long enough.”

“You look beautiful.” Michael compliments you as he stands near the door with your mom, making you grin.

You say your thanks, but turn to his son who’s right next to you. “What about you, Johnny? Don’t you think I look pretty?” You pout, jutting your lips out. His eyes focus on them.

“You look good.” He clears his throat. You grin even more. Checkmate.

The three of you get into the car, as Jonathan chose to drive his own, and arrive at the restaurant. You internally scoff at the bougie-ness of it all. Your single meal would probably cost your whole month’s expenses.

Dinner is pleasant. The food is okay. The conversation is really more between your parents. You sit across Jonathan, studying his face and demeanor. Something about him just draws you in. He’s handsome and suave. The way he talks to your mother, answering her incessant questions smoothly kind of turns you on.

Bored, you start to play footsie with him under the table. You nudge your heel against his leg, seeing his eyebrow quirk up at you. Smirking, you drag your foot higher up his leg. You quirk your eyebrow back at him. He smiles, you can see the corners of his lips lift, but hides it with his hand. What a shame, you think. Michael suddenly asks you a question, and you stop your antics under the table, conversing with him instead.

It’s nearing the end of the meal, dessert being the only thing left.

“This was a lovely meal, but unfortunately, I do have to go.” Jonathan dabs his mouth with his napkin before placing it on the table.

“Oh,” your mom sounds genuinely disappointed, “you won’t stay for dessert?”

“I would love to, but I made plans prior to this. It’s my friend’s birthday, so I do have to go.”

“Who’s birthday?” Michael asks.

“Ted’s.”

“Oh, why don’t you bring her with you?” Michael suggests, nodding towards you. “Ted is one of Jon’s closest friends. You’d get along with his girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Your mom claps excitedly, wanting you to adjust to the new life with new people.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jonathan starts to protest.

“Nonsense,” Michael cuts him off. “You’re taking my car, therefore, if you’re leaving this dinner, you’re taking her with you.”

“Do you even want to go?” Jonathan asks, staring right at you. You know he’s silently begging you to say no.

“I actually would love to.” You smile, looking right back at him. He rolls his eyes.

“Great! Okay, go on. Have fun, be safe.” Michael grins.

“Bye, love you.” You kiss your mom on the cheek.

You and Jonathan walk out the restaurant, heading towards his car. You roll your eyes. Of course he has a sports car. He opens the door for you, and you get in.

“You should’ve said no. I’m taking you back home.” He shakes his head. “Buckle up.”

“Nope!” You cross your arms and grin, “You’re taking me with you.”

“I’m not playing around. Where I’m going isn’t for a doll like you.” He starts driving. You blush slightly at the compliment.

“I can handle it.”

“You’re stubborn, Doll.”

“Yeah, well, I’m telling you I can handle it.”

“Can you handle this?”

He speeds up suddenly. The car is going way past the speed limit, he’s zipping between cars, and he’s drifting corners. You look at him focused on his reckless driving. He’s facing the road, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and occasionally licking his lips. His eyes have a fire to them, either passion or excitement or maybe both.

He’s hot. Fuck, your step-brother is hot.

He slows down. “You alright, Princess?”

“First it’s Doll, now it’s Princess? How many can you come up with?”

“As many as you want.” Jonathan winks at you.

“I’m fine. Racing isn’t new to me. Let’s go.”

“Alright, if you say so. Don’t go crying to mommy about it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes.

The rest of the drive is silent, and you still don’t know where exactly you’re going. It isn’t until he pulls up to a parking lot where you realize. There are tens of sports cars and hundreds of people. Street racing.

“Yo.” Jonathan greets a guy who you assume is Ted.

“Hey Schlatt. Who’s this?” He nods towards you.

“Hi,” You introduce yourself and your name.

“I’m Ted!” He grins and points to the woman next to him, “and this is my girlfriend, Grace.”

“Hey!” Grace smiles as well. She seems nice.

“Nice to meet you both!”

“First time?” Grace asks as the two guys start talking to the side.

“Not really.” You shrug, “I used to race.”

“No way! You up to race tonight?”

“Oh, not at all. I got in an accident once, never again.” Your phone buzzes. You got a text from an unknown number. Eyebrows furrowed, you open it. You gasp at the photo sent: it’s a picture of your best friend and boyfriend kissing.

Grace looks over your shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

You scoff. “This is my best friend,” you zoom into her face, “and this is my boyfriend.” You zoom into his.

“No fucking way.” Grace gasps. “Bitches.”

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head. You feel betrayed. You feel angry, humiliated, and hurt.

“You gotta get back at him.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Orrrr,” She drags, “you send him a picture of you making out with someone hot.”

“You’re a genius and I already love you.”

“A simple thank you would’ve worked, but I’ll take it. You’re lucky you’re here tonight. Lots of hotties. Lots of ‘em.” She scans the area.

You look around you as well. There are plenty of cute guys. You pick one out in the crowd. You ruffle up your hair, fix your gloss. “I’ll be back.”

“Go get ‘em!” She cheers behind you.

You start flirting. It’s a simple thing, really, getting a man to be interested. You ask him about his car, letting him explain everything to you as if you already don’t know the answer yourself. You giggle at his lame jokes, you lean over so he has a clear view into your dress. You lean into his ear, “Hey, wanna go somewhere quieter?”

“Lead the way.” He smirks.

Bingo.

You grab his hand, bringing him to Jonathan’s car. There’s no time to really waste, you grab him by his collar and make out with him. You take your phone in your hand, making sure to take photos while kissing him. It’s not great, too much tongue in your opinion. The photos are all you need though, so you keep kissing him.

“Couldn’t find anywhere else to do this shit?”

You pull away, hearing him groan. “Sorry?”

You turned to see Jonathan standing there with his arms crossed.

“Chris, get the fuck off my car. Get out of my face.”

The guy, who you now know is Chris, scrambles off the hood. “Yeah, sorry bro.”

He leaves without even sparing a glance at you. You scoff. Fucking bitch boy.

“What the hell.” You throw your hands up. “I was busy.”

“Yeah, busy making out with a loser.” Jonathan scoffs. He steps closer to you. “Didn’t take you to be a whore.”

“I’m not a whore.” You feel yourself getting defensive.

“Why Chris?”

“I just need to make out with someone attractive. My now ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I got a picture of them making out. I’m sending him pictures of me making out with someone else as revenge.”

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

You pout. “I dunno. I thought it was a good idea…” you trail off. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

You don’t even notice Jonathan getting so close. Before you know it, his face is right there above you. The height difference makes you squirm.

He tips your head up, lifting your chin with his finger. “Wanna make him really jealous?”

“Uh,” You don’t know what the fuck is going on. “Sure?”

“Doll, you into me?”

You turn red. “What?”

He laughs. “Come on, Doll. I see the way you’ve been looking at me. You want me. Don’t worry, I want you too.”

He drops his finger and picks you up so you’re sitting on the hood of his car. He stands in between your legs. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Just say the words and I’m all yours.”

He’s so close to your face, you feel his breath on your face. His lips are so close to yours.

“I want you.”

That triggers Jonathan into action. He leans forward, putting his lips onto yours. He’s so much better than Chris. He kisses you eagerly, molding your lips with his. You moan slightly at the impatient nature of his kissing. He slips his tongue into your mouth with the opening. You tangle your fingers into his curls, trying to bring him closer. You want him to consume you whole.

He sucks on your tongue slightly before pulling away. You whine unconsciously. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re not finished. Let’s go somewhere else, yeah Doll?” You nod and jump off the hood. He smacks your butt as you walk towards the passenger seat. You roll your eyes at the action before he opens the door for you.

The car is suffocating. You feel the tension, heavy and eager. You feel restless, shaking your leg slightly in anticipation. He’s so hot and this is so wrong, but it felt so good, you wanted more.

He’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. His hand looks so big gripping your thigh. You wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you. You squirm at the idea.

You feel him glancing at you every so often, but you keep your gaze straight ahead.

“What’re you thinking, Doll?”

You turn to face him. He glances at you back. “Nothing.”

He squeezes your thigh, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

You fidget with your fingers, “Your hands. They’re really big. Wanted to know how they’d feel.”

You see him smirk, a part of you hates feeding his ego. “Yeah? Was that so hard to admit?”

“Fuck off.”

“I get that you’re stubborn, but in the end, you’ll be begging me to fuck you anyways. You either act like a brat and get treated like one, or we can just be honest and have some fun.”

You sputter a bit at him being so straightforward, but you don’t know what to say.

“Doll, you’re beautiful. I wanted you ever since I saw you get out of the car from the window. I want you now. I know it’s weird, but don’t think about it. You want me too, right?”

You sigh, it’s the only thing you want right now. “Yes.”

“Good. We’re almost there.”

You have no idea where you’re going, again, but the GPS says there’s twenty minutes left. You sigh and look out the window, bored. You start playing with his fingers from his hand on your leg. You smile a bit to yourself as you decide to have some fun.

You grab his hand, lifting it towards your mouth. Looking right at him, you take one of his fingers and put it in your mouth. It’s long, but you take it all the way down.

“Fuck, Doll.” He glances between you and the road. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you grin, “someone’s not keeping me company.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“What?” You feign innocence, “Nothing wrong with keeping myself busy.”

You take another finger into your mouth, making eye contact as you go from the top to bottom.

“Alright. That’s enough.” He pulls over to the side of the road. It’s dead at night with no cars coming on the small road.

“Hey!” You pout, “we’re not there yet.”

“You’re being a tease and a brat. You don’t get to be fucked in the vacation home. You’re getting fucked on the side of the road like the whore you’re acting like.”

You can’t lie, you feel turned on just from those words.

He gets out of the car and walks over to your side. He opens the door and holds out his hand. “Come on, we’re going to the back.”

The two of you sit in the back seat. It’s hard with him being over six foot, but you make it work. You sit on his lap, body fully draped over his. His big hands are on your hip, balancing you on his lap. The two of you make out for what feels like hours. You whine a bit, wanting more.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

“Enough kissing. I want you to fuck me.”

He pretends like he’s deep in thought. “I don’t know, you were kinda annoying the whole day.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge his shoulder, “Fuck off.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to.”

He scoffs at that, “You want me to fuck you already. Without any foreplay. You’re more desperate for it than me.”

“Well, maybe I am. I’ll just go back to Chris and get fucked by him inste-“ You move to get off his lap, but are stopped by Jonathan’s hands firm on your waist.

“No.” He growls, “You are not going to him. You’re mine tonight.”

“So make me yours.” You say, keeping eye contact with him.

He starts kissing at your neck, trailing down from your jaw to your chest. His hand ghosts over the nape of your neck, fidgeting with your dress zipper. He pulls it down, revealing your chest. He places kisses further down, trailing all over your breasts. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time, seeing you squirm at the feeling. He sucks at the top of your breast, leaving a mark just above your nipple. He licks at each nipple, making you whine at the sensation.

He pulls away and grins. “Come on, Doll. Get your dress off.” With some maneuvering, you fully take off your dress and he manages to take off his jeans.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, and it makes you blush. It almost feels like he means it.

“Not too bad yourself.” That’s an understatement. Jonathan looks so fine with his messy hair and lips red and swollen. You palm his cock through his boxers, feeling the length and hardness. He moans a bit at the sudden touch. You pull it out, pumping it to see the full length, drooling a bit at how big it is.

“Next time you can put it in your little mouth, but right now, I’m going to fuck the shit outta you.”

He lifts you up and lines himself up to your hole, teasing by sliding it against your lips.

“Jonathan, please.” You whine.

“You sure?” He looks serious.

You nod and lean in against his ear, whispering “Fuck me so I can’t walk for a week.”

He grins widely, lowering you onto his cock. You’re so wet it slides in, regardless of the big size.

The car fills with the sounds of your two moans. He doesn’t move for a second, letting you adjust to him. “Okay.” You nod. “I’m good.”

He kisses your cheek, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod again. Jonathan lifts you up easily, holding onto your two thighs. He drills into you, keeping a fast and quick pace. You can’t help but moan at every thrust.

“So good, Doll.” He groans, “Look at you, being a filthy fucking slut. Getting fucked by your step-brother. Getting turned on by him. Such a whore.”

You close your eyes and face the window, the taboo nature of it all finally hitting you, but it just turns you on even more.

He chuckles, using one hand to grab your face. His fingers grip onto your cheeks. “Look at me. Look at your step-brother while he fucks you.”

You clench at his words. “God, Doll. I could fuck you all day. You want that? Huh? You want me to fill you up every single day? Sneak into your room at night and fuck the shit outta you?”

You moan loudly, “I can’t hear you, Doll. Use your words.”

“Yes! God, yes. Please.” You whine.

“So eager to please. So desperate, huh? Need your big brother to fill up your slutty hole.”

He grabs his phone, “Let’s have something for your ex-boyfriend to think about, yeah?” He pulls up the camera app, recording but having the camera face the floor of the car.

The idea of him recording this should make you freak out, but it just turns you on more. You whimper, trying to be quieter.

“Come on, Doll. Let him know how good I make you feel. Tell Dave how I’m fucking you.”

He thrusts into you faster, pulling your hair slightly along with it. You whine at a high pitch.

“Say how you feel right now.” Jonathan pulls tighter.

“It feels good!” You cried out. “You fuck me so good, Jonathan. I love your cock, fuck.”

You stare into his eyes, seeing them get darker. “Good girl. Say something to Dave.”

“What?” You sobbed, Dave was the last thing on your mind.

He drags you down with your hair, whispering into your ear “Tell him how much better I am, how he’s never made you feel like this.”

“You’re so much better than Dave, Jonathan.” You sobbed, “He’s never made me feel so good. You’re filling me up so well.”

“Good.” He ends the recording, throwing the phone into the driver's seat. He continues his strong pace.

“Jonathan, I’m close!” The pressure builds up from inside and you can’t help but chase the feeling. You start pushing down onto his cock, wanting to climax.

“Good girl, working for it, yeah?” He lets go of your face, putting both hands onto your waist. His grip is tighter than ever and he quickens the pace. The pain of his grip and the thrusts escape you as the only thought in your mind is to orgasm. You need to cum.

You don’t really remember what you say - begging, pleading, and moaning so loudly, you knew you’d be embarrassed.

The shockwaves wash over you; his final thrust pushes you over the edge. He follows quickly after, filling you up with his seed. You whimper at the feeling of it entering you.

“Fuck.” He pants. “Shit.”

You stay there, his cock still inside of you. You lay your head on his shoulder, both of you catching your breaths.

“So.” You break the silence. “That was good.”

“Good? Shit, Doll, I expected a little more than just good.” He laughs.

You punch his shoulder, “It was amazing. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry if I was rough.”

“I liked it.”

He slaps your ass. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and go home.”

He lifts you up, and you wince at not being able to feel your legs. Jonathan grabs tissues from the front, wiping you down. You smile at how gentle he’s being. “Thanks.”

He just nods. Moving to grab your clothes, he puts on your panties, lets you put your arms through the dress straps. He gets out of the car, walking around to get your door. You try to stand, but you just can’t.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“I,” You cover your face with your hands. “I can’t stand up.”

Jonathan laughs. Laughs harder than you ever heard him. “Oh, you poor thing.”

“Come here.” He gestures to you to move towards the door. You scoot over to the edge of the seat. He picks you up, bridal style, and opens the door of the passenger seat. Gently, he places you down and pulls on the seatbelt for you. Buckling it in, he closes the door and you smile at him through the window. He gets into the drivers seat, setting up the GPS to go home.

The windows are open and his playlist softly plays in the background. You hum along the lyrics, trying to fathom what the hell just happened. You giggle at the idea of telling Dave you fucked your step-brother.

“What’s so funny?” Jonathan asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just thinking about how Dave would freak at what just happened.”

He hums, “Yeah, I got the recording. I feel like it’s better than those fuck ass kissing photos with Chris.”

Sending the video from his phone to yours, you craft a text to send to him.

you: found a much better fuck than you could ever be :) we’re done, lose my number (attachment: video)

“Sent!” You giggle as you see that the text and video were delivered. You see Jonathan smirk a bit.

Immediately, Dave sends you multiple texts, even starts spam calling you.

You scoff, “Couldn’t call me at all once I moved, but all of a sudden he’s free?”

Jonathan chuckles at that, but puts out his hand. You quirk an eyebrow, but he just nods at you. You give him your phone. To your horror, he answers Dave’s call.

You can hear your ex-boyfriend’s voice through the phone.

“What the fuck was that vide-”

“Listen, fucker. You cheated on her with her best friend, and she found someone better. Don’t worry about it, I’ll treat her right. You heard in the video, right?”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“None of your business. Lose the number. She’s blocking you.” Jonathan hangs up and hands it back to you. “You’re blocking his number now.”

You can’t help but tease. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

He says your name threateningly, “You’re not talking to him anymore. You’re not talking to anyone anymore.”

“Says who?”

“Says your step-brother who wants to protect you.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a loser.”

“Not what you were saying ten minutes ago, Doll.”

“Shove it.”

He pulls up to the house, parking next to another expensive car. He turns the car off, taking out the key. Turning to face you, he smirks.

“So, same time next week?”

(taps mic) ahem. yes. so basically i watched culpa mía and my fault: london and thought schlatt was so nick coded. there was so much more i wanted to add (schlatt street racing scene???!!???!!) but idk car terminology like that so it would not have turned out good LOL changed some plot from the movies ofc but still is very similar i did not edit this piece so sorry if it's not the best.. also my first smut post AWOOGA

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

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started working on a schlatt piece last nite cause i was feeling crazy (horny) and i just read it over oh my god what was i on (im finishing it up rn)

#rinrambles

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my goodness!!!! happy 2025!!!!! am alive and well!!!!! i was super busy with life stuff but i do have some ideas cooking, just need to find the time to sit and write them (probably during the middle of march…) stay tuned :> hope everyone is doing well!!!!

#rinrambles

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instagram – jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x (fem)reader summary: random and short jschlatt social media au post genre: fluff

liked by jschlatt, tommyinnit, and 2.3k others

youruser: big guy won't like this but happy anniversary lover ♡

view all 239 comments

jschlatt: Delete this.

↳ youruser: no

↳ jschlatt: Okay.

user1: schlatt being a softie is insane to me

↳ user2: bro bought her a fucking car wym

tommyinnit: get this off my screen thanks

↳ youruser: be nice

↳ tommyinnit: okay, only because you are nice to me, not because i like you or schlatt or anything

↳ youruser: thx

tednivison: wow happy anniversary! miss u guys

↳ youruser: miss u more teddy !!!!!

↳ tednivison: please come see me again

↳ youruser: gotta ask jschlatt for that bud

↳ jschlatt: No.

↳ tednivison: fuck you

user3: wait this is so cute :(

thetuckerkeane: Congratulations you two!

↳ youruser: thanks tucker :D

user4: bf pics of schlatt..... what alternate universe is this

wes10: YAY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!

↳ youruser: YAY WESTON!!!!!

user5: two of the nine pictures including a cat is so schlatt coded

slmccl: very cool

↳ youruser: ur cool

user6: ikea date.. god get married already

↳ user7: like we're all waiting at this point im gna put a ring on it before him

↳ youruser: LOL enough schlatt slander please

user8: this is changing my perception of him wdym he's like in love

↳ user9: parasocial headass.

user10: how long have they even been dating

↳ youruser: this is our 4 years!

↳ user10: omg hi queen

user11: four years is crazy

↳ user12: the fact that we've only known for the past few months he's been dating is crazy

↳ user9: parasocial headass.

result of my scrolling on pinterest :3 tried to make this funny silly but idk i feel like schlatt wouldnt be so open and lovely dovey irl so didnt do too much

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #social media au

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h4neypot · 7 months ago

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i loveee being parasocial with these two white big large beefy men awooga awooga

#isaacwhy #jschlatt #yum…

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h4neypot · 7 months ago

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thinking of isaacwhy or schlatt love or host au 🙇‍♀️ would take me forever to write but i think i might have to self indulge

#rinrambles

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h4neypot · 7 months ago

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littol edit for the masses, the brain worms were Getting to Me. and bad. so bad.

someone take away my videostar for my own wellbeing

#something is purring…….#my god

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it is i, the anon 🫢 loved the new chapter w isaacwhy, cannot wait for whatever ur brain stirs up next AHH

hehe hello theee anon thank you again hope ur doing well happy reading!!!! >:3

#rinanswers

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isaacwhy bf hcs… 🫢 ???

HIIIIIIIIII

thank you for being so patient this was just sitting in my inbox for a while

this is dedicated to you please enjoy heart heart

#rinanswers

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isaacwhy bf headcanons

pairing: isaacwhy x reader summary: isaacwhy bf headcanons genre: fluff

blushing and kicking my feet just thinking about this

proven by him calling his friends baby - he is a petname loverrrr

cause he already calls friends baby, he uses other ones with you like sweetheart and honey and my love

he is a big physical touch guy too

always has to have a hand on you whether it’s by holding hands with you, holding your waist, putting an arm around your shoulder

sometimes he just goes over to yours or asks you to come over to his to hold you and sit in silence cause that’s what comforts him the most

bro is really tall and always makes sure you know it btw

like makes jokes that he’s just so much taller than you that he can’t see you or says the air is different up where he is… like a dork

his way of expressing his love is definitely through gift giving too

bro gives out thousands of dollars to his friends for videos… imagine his lover

it’s either little trinkets like keychains or stickers of characters you like and stuffed animals

or the complete opposite like you complain about your older model macbook being slow and all of a sudden the newest macbook is shipped to your place

“what the heck isaac.”

he shrugs and says “your macbook was too old.”

he’s definitely more traditional too

not in a bad way, more of a “i will take care of you” kinda way

gives you flowers weekly like it’s his damn job

opens the doors always even months into the relationship

carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch

holds your head when it falls onto your shoulder when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat so it doesn’t hurt later

he’s just so… gentleman…. God….

he also knows the exact products you use and literally replaces them when he notices you almost run out

he’s like your own amazon delivery guy but you don’t even need to order stuff yourself he just doesn’t for you LOL

it warms your heart that he just always notices everything and is so attentive and caring and kind :(

such a cutie

around people you know - like his friends, your friends, family, etc - he’s less into pda (of course still touching you in some way, but that’s it)

but when it’s just you two regardless of being in public he will definitely show more pda

like pecking you and giving you hugs and everything

lowkey that one couple in line at an amusement park vibe

but it’s cute and you let him get away with it because of it

and because you love him and he loves you !!!!!!!!

yeah i wrote this while watching a grunk vod manneeee i miss my #family come back home pleaseeeeeeeee the new isaac video cannot come any quicker.

#the group chat podcast #the group chat #the group x reader #tgc x reader #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy x you #isaacwhy fluff #headcanon

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i love you, i'm sorry

pairing: jschlatt x reader summary: you come back to your home state of new york, not expecting to run into schlatt, your long-time best friend turned boyfriend turned ex. genre: angst / fluff not edited!

Walking through the streets of New York made you feel cold. Well, yes, it was in the middle of December in the northern hemisphere, and yes, this winter was the harshest in a while, but those didn’t affect you as much as the heartbreak and hurt did.

The last time you were in this state, you were still dating Schlatt. The two of you grew up together: running away from each other screaming “cooties,” making fun of each other during the awkward stages, and realizing that the warm and safe feeling was love. You went through it all with Schlatt. He was your everything – the one constant throughout your life.

It was only when you moved out of state that things went bad. You got a better job offer in Pennsylvania, not only would it pay more, but it was what you dreamed of doing. Schlatt was reluctant, but with you assuring that nothing would change, he eventually cheered you on and hugged you goodbye at the airport gates.

Then, he moved to Texas. The already unstable relationship between you two worsened as the distance got bigger. You were busy, he was busy, and all of a sudden, all of the terrible aspects of a long-distance relationship rose. You felt insecure and needy asking Schlatt to call or text. Schlatt often snapped at you due to lack of sleep or stress, making you feel worse about it. You held onto hope that it would get better soon, but before you knew it, he sent a text saying you two should break up.

You were baffled, of course. How could that bastard do it over text? Years of knowing you, years of loving you, and yet he couldn’t get the balls to call? You went through the five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally, acceptance. It took months for you to get to the final stage. Some days though, when things were rough, it was like you were back to square 1 and all you felt was anger and sadness towards it all.

It didn’t help that Schlatt would call you every once in a while, and you, you who was always there for him no matter what, answered. You answered every single time without fail. And yeah, you felt like an idiot. He broke up with you; he shattered your heart into pieces and left you there to deal with it alone. He constantly berated you towards the end of the relationship, he was awful. Yet, you were always there, whispering soothing sentences to him when he called about feeling stressed, about not feeling the love and passion of his work, about missing you.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the person walking in front of you. You bumped into the stranger. The other guy spoke first, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking and-”

The voice was too familiar. It was the same voice of the man who said he’d love you forever, the man who said you two were destined to be, meant to be, and the man who called you every so often saying he made a mistake, missed you, and you should come home.

Schlatt was standing right in front of you. You haven’t seen him in months – you two broke up over the summer. He was wearing a black t-shirt, dark brown jacket, and light brown pants. His hair was long and fluffy, you almost wanted to reach out and run your hands through it like you used to. He looked good. And you hated that he looked good.

“Schlatt?”

It was like he didn’t recognize you until you spoke. His mouth opened slightly in shock and said your name as if he wasn’t expecting it to be you. “What are you doing home?”

“It’s Christmas.” You shrugged. “Where else to celebrate the holiday than in New York? Home?”

“You left home.” He deadpanned.

Ouch. We’re still not over that? You thought. Fucking hypocrite.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and anger, “So did you? You moved to bum fuck Texas, Schlatt.”

He exhaled a bit at that, horribly attempting to conceal a laugh, “I moved back to the Big Apple.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Why didn’t you call?”

“Why do I need to?”

He scoffed at that. Perhaps you were being petty and harsh, but a part of you felt like it was necessary. Like it was a way for you to make him hurt as he did to you.

He cleared his throat, “Mom still having everyone over for Christmas?”

Every year, your mom held a big holiday dinner for family friends two or three days before Christmas. Schlatt and his family were always invited. You hated that one of your favorite traditions ended up being something you were dreading now.

“Yeah, she called your mom about it. Mom didn’t tell you?”

It was unspoken but not unnoticed that the two of you called each other’s moms “Mom.” It was an inside joke between the four of you; when you and Schlatt finally started dating, both of your moms made fun of you, saying that they planned it from the start and waited forever for it to happen, and Schlatt’s mom told you to call her “Mom,” saying you have been a part of the family since the day you and he met. Everything about this conversation felt bittersweet.

“No. Don’t remember.”

“Well, it’s tomorrow night. You don’t need to come.”

He scoffed again. “Of course, I’m coming. Why are you acting like this?”

“Acting like what?”

“Like,” He gestured his hands around, “I dunno, like mean.”

Now you were the one to scoff. “Mean? Me being mean? That’s funny coming from you.”

Schlatt scrunched his face. “What?”

“Schlatt, come on, don’t act like you were kind. You were mine, but you were awful.” You exasperated, slowly becoming annoyed at him. How did he not know how much he hurt you?

He said your name, “I mean, I was going through it, yeah, but I wasn’t terrible. We broke up because it was too much for both of us.”

“It was killing me, Schlatt.” It felt like a ball of fire was growing brighter and brighter, fueled by the anger and hurt you thought passed. “You, I mean, you called me names, called me needy, and annoying and too much,” You stepped closer to him, jabbing your finger into his chest at each point, “when all I wanted was you. All I wanted was to spend time with you, call you, ask how you were doing. That’s all I fucking wanted, Schlatt. And you broke up with me!” You threw your hands up, scoffing at the sick joke. “Over text, mind you. As if the years we spent dating, the years we spent being best friends weren’t enough for you to give me the decency of a phone call.”

You started tearing up at this point; you silently prayed they wouldn’t fall.

“And worse of all, after you broke my heart, you kept on calling. You wanted me in your life enough to keep talking to me, but not enough to be with me. You made me continue to hold onto your baggage despite ending things with me. You are cruel and evil and I hate you. I will never forgive you.” The tears streamed down your face despite the will to keep them in, and you hit his chest with your fists, hoping it’d hurt him as much as you hurt (you knew they would never compare).

Your tiny jabs and hits were stopped when Schlatt held onto your wrists with his hands. You looked up and saw his face. You were so close to him you could count the freckles on his face. You saw how he looked the same but still different from the boy you grew up loving. He had the same eyes, nose, and lips, but he lost the baby face, grew a beard, and even had more prominent wrinkles. You kept crying at the thought of what happened to you two, “I just don’t understand how we ended up like this, Schlatt.”

“I know, darling. I know.” He moved his hands from your wrist to your hands. You reveled in the familiar warmth you missed. His hands were still much bigger than yours. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

You could see tears start to well up in his eyes too, “I didn’t know. Okay? I didn’t know that you felt like this. I knew I was too busy and I know you, baby, I know that you would understand. It just wasn’t fair for you. You, I mean, fuck, you deserve everything and more, you have to know that? And I couldn’t give it to you. I mean, I was a mess and hated everything in my life; I hated Texas, I hated my job, but I love you. You were the only thing keeping me going, but I couldn’t even love you the way you deserve and be a good boyfriend. I knew you would never leave me, so yeah, I pushed you away, but I didn’t realize how mean I was, and I’m so sorry. This isn’t an excuse but just an explanation.”

He leaned his forehead against yours; you smelt the scent of his cologne and closed your eyes to the images of tens, hundreds, thousands of memories between you two coming back.

“I love you. I will spend the rest of my life loving you. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

You were overwhelmed by it all. Schlatt knew you so well that he pushed you away because he thought it was best for you. He did it for you. The words you desperately wanted to hear were finally hitting your ears. Schlatt still loved you.

His hand cupped your cheek. You instinctively leaned towards it, and he wiped a tear away with his thumb. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I love you and I’m sorry.”

You kissed him.

It felt like the first time you kissed him back when you were both thirteen. It was rushed and messy, but passionate and full of love. You gently rested your hand on his cheek, your fingers brushing against the rough texture of his beard. In response, he lifted his other hand to your face, his palms cradling your cheeks with a familiar warmth.

You pulled away first, and Schlatt looked like he couldn’t believe what happened. Like he didn't expect you to kiss him at all. Hell, you didn’t expect you to kiss him either.

“I love you.” You said, voice barely above a whisper. “I understand why you did what you did. But I’m not letting you off so easily mister.”

Schlatt smiled wide, a sight you missed dearly, and held your hand. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

“We still need to talk and you know things won’t go straight to how they were, I mean I probably have like severe trust issues and lik-”

He put his hand over your mouth. “Baby, stop rambling.”

You licked his palm. He scrunched his face in disgust, “I forgot you did that.”

Sticking out your tongue, you teased, “Forgot deez nuts in your mouth.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and laughed, an honest and real one, making you laugh with him. “I missed you.”

Calming down from the giggles, you couldn’t help but sigh, “I missed you too.”

“It’s cold. Let’s go back to yours.”

“Alright, take a woman out before getting in her pants, god, Schlatt.”

He rolled his eyes, “No you freak, I wanna say hi to your mom. I haven’t been stopping by since the, you know.”

“Break up isn’t a slur or anything Schlatt.” You giggled, making fun of him.

“Whatever. Come here.” He put his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked towards your home – hearts lighter and fuller.

ok so i lied and am uploading this rn because i love it idc im wild and free again this is unedited so sry about mistakes this was supposed to end in angst but whatever it's the holiday spirit i love me some childhood friends to lovers to exes to lovers again! here are some songs i listened to on repeat while writing: merry christmas, please don't call i love you, i'm sorry scott street

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt angst

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