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[jsuschrst2005]

fallingforyou

part 1 :)

concept: walking through central park, anxious and hungry. you run into schlatt, who you’ve been watching for a while. you get so worked up that you start getting faint…until you literally faint, forcing him to catch you. 

warnings: none!

If you were forced to describe your day in one word, it’d be this: HELL.

You’d slept through your alarm, missed your train by 10 seconds, showed up to work late, and, to top it all off, gotten a stern talking to by your boss for your tardiness. 

Needless to say, you were very grateful when 5 PM rolled around.

Usually, you’d head straight home after work. It was a long journey from the city to Brooklyn, and you hated getting home past dark. Today, though, you felt the urge to walk in the opposite direction from the subway station…and right towards Central Park.

Sadly, you couldn’t say that you frequented it as often as you should, especially given how close it was to your office…but the stress of your day was really making you feel called to the fresh air and greenery.

As soon as you came upon the park’s edge, you could feel the tension begin to melt out of your muscles. You inhaled deeply, fresh air swirling through your airways and causing them to expand.

Your relief lasted for about 20 seconds before you found yourself stumbling in shock at an unprecedented sight.

Did you just walk past Jschlatt????

You whipped your head back to get a good look at the man, who was sitting on a bench and staring idly out into space.

Yup. That was totally him. If the stature hadn’t tipped you off, the “big guy” hat certainly would have done the trick. He wasn’t looking in your direction at first, but soon, your gawking was too much to ignore. The two of you locked eyes. 

After about five seconds of time feeling frozen, he offered nothing but a single raised eyebrow and a lazy wave of his hand. 

You felt yourself go beet red. What the hell were you supposed to do? 

You settled on cautiously approaching him, arms folded against your chest as if they could protect you from the possible verbal onslaught headed your way.

It started immediately.

“So. What’s up with the staring?”

You gawked at him, a little put out at the blunt nature of his words. They lacked any real bite, but…you were already feeling fragile. 

“Uhhhh…I think I recognize you.”

“Oh, really? From where?”

Okay, he was definitely fucking with you. Not one to back down from confrontation, you steeled yourself and replied, “Not sure. You’re not hot enough to be an actor, so you must not be THAT famous.”

His eyes widened at the dig, then narrowed sharply. 

“Careful. I’m not exactly known for my good manners.”

“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. You’ll live.”

“Are you a fan or what? I can’t tell. Usually, they’re a lot nicer than this.”

You paused at that. Hm. Maybe projecting your personal frustration onto a complete stranger who just so happened to be a Youtuber you watched on occasion was a bad idea.

“Er–sorry. I’ve had a long day. Can we start over?”

He looked suspicious, but in a surprising display of humility, gestured for you to take a seat next to him.

Sinking down onto the wooden slats, your mind began swimming. Literally. It felt as if television static was playing through your neurons, clogging their processing capacity. 

The feeling vanished as soon as it had appeared, but in its wake left a feeling of intense brain fog. You blinked heavily at the man beside you, who seemed none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

“Um…hey, man. Big fan of the content. Sorry for calling you ugly. I guess.”

“Yeah…you’re good. Always nice to run into supporters out in the wild. At least, it is when they’re normal about it.”

You weren’t quite certain if you could call this interaction ‘normal,’ but he hadn’t run off screaming yet, so you let yourself count it as a win.

“I’m sure you get a lot of…a lot of…uh…what were we talking about…?”

Okay, there was definitely something wrong with you. Your tongue started to feel leaden in your mouth as your brain grew sluggish once more. 

The man beside you cocked his head in confusion at the sudden degradation of your conversation skills, but his expression morphed into panicked concern as your eyelids fluttered lazily.

“Hey–are you good?”

You jerked your head in lieu of a response. 

“Woah, do you…”

You only caught the first half of his question as the ringing in your ears swelled like an orchestra on the cusp of a dramatic moment.

Then, everything went black.

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“do you think that i’ve

forgotten?” ⋆⭒˚.⋆

schlatt x reader fanfic

a/n: pt. 2 to my about you series!!! i hope you all enjoy <3 sorry it took so long for me to finish! expect pt. 3 in the coming weeks :3

it’s not like you DIDN’T give a fuck about meeting schlatt…

it’s just, you were very busy, the both of you were, and perhaps you may have forgotten.

working in Manhattan meant one of many things, you were close to central park, but also all of the cute pinterest coffee shops you could visit during your lunch.

and if spending $20 on an overpriced latte and some avocado toast meant you had something cute to post on instagram, then why the hell not?

finally: 12:30, you had an hour of unpaid time all to yourself. your headphones were blasting some shitty indie sleaze playlist. the streets were offly quiet for a Thursday, maybe it was the weather.

the clouds were dray, and it smelled of fresh rain. nothing a hot coffee and a plate of sickeningly sweet pancakes couldn’t fix. so you made your way to your favorite brunch spot, mindlessly texting your best friend, asking if she wanted to come. she couldn’t.

you entered the restaurant, you’d been coming here for a comforting meal with you friends for the past few months. the place was grungy, the type of place that would’ve been all the rage on tumblr in 2014, brick walls and lights hanging from the ceilings.

you were sitting at a table, cozy and in the corner, next to the window so you could watch the rain fall.

you had ordered a cup of black coffee, which had already arrived, warm in your hands. an order of french toast would be arriving soon as well.

you hadn't noticed Him.

you’d decided on a whim to bring your computer along with you. your eyes were clouded away as you typed away, answering emails and filling out completion forms that we’re basically useless.

and maybe... watching a few youtube videos.

“are you stalking me now?”

your head shot up at the voice you’d recognize anywhere. you looked up, schlatt was staring down at you with some kind of evil grin on his face.

you flushed softly, almost embarrassed, feeling like you were caught even though realistically you’d been first at the restaurant anyway.

“didnt you just walk in? if anything, you're stalking ME.”

he rolled his eyes but chuckled softly, crossing his arms.

“yeah yeah, i guess i shouldn’t accuse my fans of stalking me.”

“exactly, now will i be getting an apology or?” he leaned back on his footing, his eyes studying you before your waiter came up behind him.

“i have your french toast-” he set it down before noticing schlatt. “will there be two of you today?”

“oh, no i’m just-” schlatt started, but what shortly cut off by the other man;

“i'll be right back with your menu.” to which he quickly left. schlatt stood awkwardly for the next few moments, before clearing his throat;

“can i?” he motioned to the chair across from you. you nodded quickly, trying not to come off as eager, but evidently failing. he sat down, messing with his hands for a moment before attempting some kind of conversation.

“so uh- watchu doin there?” he leaned his head on his hand, looking at your sticker covered computer that sat in front of him. his persona was lazily pieced together, but so far it was failing, his genuine curiosity complacent in his parasocialness.

“eating” you said, with a mouthful of sweet french toast.

he scoffed and rolled his eyes, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. “well, obviously.”

“i’m just working… you know.” you said as you mindlessly closed the sleep deprived video that was paused on your computer.

“working huh?” he raised his eyebrows.

“yeah…” you looked at him, he looked down for a moment.

“you have syrup on your face.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

you reached for your napkin, wiping the sticky substance from your face. the situation you were in was awkward, bordering on uncomfortable, you could see the way he shifted in his seat, obviously not expecting this to happen when he went out for lunch.

your waiter came back, and you zoned out for a moment as he ordered his food, when you looked back up, he was gone. you cleared your throat: “is this your first time here?”

“at Muds?” you nod your head, “no, it isn’t my first time, i like coming in when i can, the atmosphere is nice… and no one ever bothers me” your eyes widened slowly; he grunted: “not that you’re bothering me…”

his food arrived and you were both whisked away into your own little worlds. you’d closed your laptop and focused on the sickeningly sweet french toast in front of you, he slowly sipped his water, and bit into his sandwich.

it felt domestic, warm. the conversations ended there and as you finished your food. from your peripheral vision you noticed how he slipped your waiter his card; “you don't have to do that-”

“s the least i can do.” he shrugged it off and signed the check, “thanks for the meal.” he casually walked out of the restaurant, his eyes meeting yours one last time from the window.

you sat there dumbfounded, confused at the situation from the get go, you pulled your phone out.

you were already 10 minutes late from your lunch break, frantically packing your things into your bag and rushing out of the cafe, you wondered what the hell you were going to tell your roommate later.

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those new pics have me thinking really heavily about smoking…………so here’s somethin (keep in mind i have only ever taken a single puff of a cigarette so idfk how it works)

going outside to get some air during a party at some random influencer house

the back porch is empty, everyone is inside drinking or smoking weed or passed out on the couch

you’re finally regaining the ability to breathe when you hear the door slide open behind you

you startle, whipping around to see who’s disturbing your peace

it’s schlatt (of course it is)

you’d talked to him briefly at things like this before, but you’d never held a real conversation…and certainly never one-on-one

yet there he was, broad shouldered and tall, looming awkwardly in the doorway

“uh…sorry. is it okay if i chill out here for a sec? it’s…loud in there.”

you KNOW it’s loud in there. that was why you’d come outside in the first place.

you sigh. “yeah, yeah, just…shut the door, would you?”

he complies, scrambling out onto the porch and sliding the door shut a little more forcefully than strictly necessary.

for a moment, an awkward silence blankets the both of you.

“so…uh…you smoke?”

you shoot him a sidelong glance at the question, then shake your head. “not really. sometimes, just for fun.”

“really? how d’you survive at these things, then? i feel like everyone is always smoking inside.”

“i dunno, i just suck it up. and go outside when i start coughing too much.”

“oh. that makes sense.”

he fidgets a little.

“so…would you mind if i smoked a cig out here? it’s fine if you do, i won’t be mad or anything.”

you turn to face him at that, your face contorting in confusion.

“since when do you smoke cigarettes??”

he shrugs sheepishly. “i don’t do it that often…just to take the edge off every once in a while.”

you stare at him incredulously for a second, then sigh again. “sure, whatever, just don’t…blow smoke at me, or whatever.”

he chuckles in response, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

he fumbles with them, pulling one out of the box and placing it between parted lips before slipping the box back into his pocket.

you watch, mesmerized, as he flicks his lighter a couple of times before a flame ignites.

he lifts it to the tip of his cigarette, holding it there for a moment before letting it burn out. he flips the lighter shut and places it back in his pocket.

he reaches up takes a long, slow drag, then pulls it away from his mouth and exhales out, away from your face.

for some reason, your eyes are glued to it. he notices.

“what? you want one?”

you jump a little, feeling slightly caught.

“i’ve never actually smoked a cigarette before…”

his head cocks to the side like a confused dog. “really? huh.”

he considers it for a moment.

“wanna try?”

you hesitate, but against your better judgement…you nod.

he holds out his already-lit cigarette to you. “here, try it.”

you stare at his outstretched hand.

“i don’t have COOTIES, you’ll be fine, jeez.”

you take the cigarette.

tentatively, you lift it to your mouth. you can feel the lingering warmth of his own as you close your lips around it.

you can feel him watching you intently. not wanting to disappoint, you inhale, allowing the smoke to coat your airways.

ew.

it tastes gross, much grosser than weed.

you exhale, coughing a bit as you do.

he laughs at your reaction.

“that is GROSS, dude. why on earth would you willingly do that??”

he just smiles at you, gaze lingering on your pursed lips.

“it’s fun. maybe you’re just too stuck up.”

“hey!!! not cool.”

you lift the smoldering stick of DEATH up for him to take, but instead of plucking it from your fingers…

he leans down. and takes a drag of it while it’s still in your hands.

you gawk wordlessly.

what the hell?

he straightens again, then turns away and exhales smoke again.

your face warms. you refuse to dwell on why.

he swivels back around and catches sight of your face, then laughs at you again. you feel like that’s all he seems to be doing.

“you should see yourself right now. you look so mad, it’s cute.”

with that, he takes the forgotten cigarette from your hands, then drops it and steps on it until it’s just an unlit heap among the rest of the garbage out back.

“see you inside.”

he winks, then retreats back into the house without looking back.

you watch him leave, at a loss for words.

what on EARTH was that?????

fin.

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“i could lay and just look in your eyes.” ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

schlatt x reader fanfic

a/n: this is my first fanfic!! i am def not new to writting but this is a new style for me! this will be part one to what will hopefully be a multi-part series!! please enjoy :3

it's not every day you find yourself with a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet your online friends.

so when you found out there was a job opportunity for a company you love in New York, of course you had to apply!

not only did you want to see your best friend, but the SLIM possibly you’d see Him… it was all you needed to submit your application.

two weeks later, you got an email…

nerves bubbled through your system as you opened the message. your hands were shaking and you had never been so wary of a job application before.

a wave of excitement quickly washed over as you saw it:

“you’ve been accepted!”

it was like college applications all over again.

packing up and leaving had been the least of your worries. that was just a part of the process, finding an apartment however… big worry.

relying on other people is not something you enjoy. when it comes down to it, of course you’ll ask your friends to do a SMALL favor every once in a while.

asking your best friend if you could move in with her? HORRIFYING.

of course she’d said yes.

that’s how you’d found yourself on a five hour flight to the “big apple”, or so they call it.

you’d seen her, waiting for you by luggage claim, you ran up to her, giving her the biggest hug.

for the foreseeable future you’d have the best time in New York, your job was going fantastic and you were making good money, you’d been going out and exploring the city with your friend (she showed you all the best places.) but something was missing.

and you weren’t quite sure what that something was.

it happened so randomly you had to take a second look.

it was him. j fucking schlatt. shiver me timbers.

meeting on stantwt and becoming roommates wasn't the biggest part of the lore of you and your best friend. no. it was worse.

you had met because of schlatt. because of god damn jschlatt. how does it get any worse? you’re not sure.

so when you saw Him, tripod in hand, inside the moma gift shop. you and your best friend stopped in your tracks, gawking at each other and he stood looking down at his phone.

“what. the. fuck.” you grunt out, slowly looking over at her. “WHAT DO WE DO.” you seethe under your breath.

she looked over at you deadpan “i've always said i’d run away…”

“bitch you are not leaving me here in his presence, i’ll kill myself.”

his eyes shot up and made direct eye contact with yours. You froze for a moment, his eyes staying connected with yours, his eyes squinting as he looked.

“i just wanted a tote bag…” you grumbled under your breath.

your friend elbows you, “bitch if you don’t say hello i am not feeding you when you get home.”

“i am not a dog.” you roll your eyes at her, but you look back over.

he was looking down at his phone, but his eyes traveled up to your face once again.

you felt your face heat up, your chest tighten.

he raised his eyebrow and smirked lightly as your friend pushed you over.

“hi.” he spoke, his voice deep and accent thick.

a shiver went down your spine and you forced a smile onto your face.

“hi!!” you look up at him, your green eyes meeting his soft brown.

“hi.” he paused, eyes looking you both over, not expecting running into fans so early in the day.

“nice to meet you schlatt… we watch your videos! we actually met because of you-” you blurt out, your friend elbowing you as you talk nervously.

nods in response, shifting awkwardly, but still keeping eye contact with you.

he let out a chuckle, your friend could see his attempt to keep up his youtube persona slowly failing as he spoke to you. the grin on her face less about meeting her favorite youtuber; rather seeing the two of you interact.

“oh thats…cool” he smirked slightly “usually my fans suck.” he continued: “i thought you were gonna scream or something, you two look like the type….” he deadpanned.

you look at him, mock offended and you cross your arms. “so, what are you doing in the city anyway, making more slop content?”

“he's probably making a video like ‘reacting to UNHINGED people in New York’.” your friend adds and he rolls his eyes, trying not to laugh at the comment.

“just doin’ a vlog… I guess i’m documenting my favorite places to visit in the city” he ruffled his hair and eyes his camera. “i dunno… just something i wanted to do for once.”

you nod and smile softly, this softer version of schlatt isn't something fans get to see often “are you starting with the museum?”

he nods slowly and grunts, clearing his throat “yeah, i used to come when i was little, ‘s nice… quiet–plus i don’t see fans here often…guess my luck ran out today.” he plays the persona up.

“don’t be rude schlatt-” his name rolling off your tongue effortlessly “i’ll leave you a bad review on yelp.”

“you wouldn’t dare…”

“oh, i would.” you say, smiling softly. you look down at your watch, noticing the time, your eyes widen. “it wouldn’t be a lot to ask for a photo, no?

“no photos.” he says, and your smile falls.

he laughs and pulls your body into his shoulder, “course, im just messin.”

you all lean in for the picture, your friend taking one of the two of you, and then a picture all together.

you smile, looking down at your phone, looking back at him. “thank you, schlatt..”

he nods, “thanks for not being weird, yeah.” you nod frantically, your friend pushing you around as he leaves the gift shop.

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⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ welcome to my account ͙͘͡★

my name is robin (she/her)

i usually lurk but i will sometimes post layouts or fic !!

my faves rn are marauders, schlatt and other

ccs + many more :3

my fics:

about you series: pt.1 , pt.2

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