#schlatt irl

[simpliao]

let you break my heart again ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : silly to think he ever belonged to you.

info : based upon the song of the same name by the ever gorgeous Laufey, and shouldn't be by Luke Chiang, i love them both amazing songs that I completely recommend. cheating, depressive themes, mention of disordered eating, angst, I cried while writing this.

a/n : I have been so busy, and totally not based on experience lmao. I just needed to vent, so I hope you enjoy and can feel the hurt I'm currently going through <3 I'll see you guys in another four months

Shouldn't be.

Love shouldn't hurt this much. It shouldn't be killing me this much on the inside.

'maybe next week n/n, you know I'm busy.'

The message was all too familiar, barely legible as the world only became blurrier as tears flooded my eyes. My throat closed up, and I could only muster to text back as I always have.

'it's no problem! Can't wait for next week then :)'

I knew this song and dance would only follow into next week, my message left read and unanswered for what I know would be another dry answer hours in the future.

Laid upon a dishevelled bed, my eyes flickered my glance to my side, golden hour having already passed and no more light seeped into my room. My apartment for so many weeks deafly silent, my mind playing cruel tricks upon my heart when I could have sworn I heard his laugh echo off these walls. Always nothing more than a cope for what we've become, the sound of my own breathing and distant city sounds being my only comfort.

When that comfort used to me his arms, his hold, the gentle kisses upon my forehead and admissions of how beautiful he found me to be. No longer have I felt that way, not since. Just thinking about him causes me to choke back a sob, I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Not after I told myself I'd go with the flow, if he didn't care I wouldn't either.

He. Burnt auburn hair I still remember glowing when we'd drive out to the countryside to get a better view of the sunset at eight. Stupid jokes he'd make that would always draw a laugh out of me, his smile burnt in all corners of my mind; to only now haunt me every time I closed my eyes. He still stayed, even if I knew the same couldn't be said on his side.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this right now.

Leaving myself occupied in my mind, letting myself drown in thoughts and memories. If I were to shift my eyes I'd be able to see the school project sitting upon my desk, waiting to be done. And yet here I was, eyes permanently fixated upon the ceiling with my AirPods at its highest volume. Caught up in looking back.

He promised me to always be honest, that I was his and he was in turn mine. Those empty promises almost as empty as my stomach, the attempt of trying to get the sustenance into my body made me sick. Something would trigger of memory of us, and whatever sorry attempt at a meal I've managed to scrape together would be doused in salty tears; inedible. So empty I felt, I should have known; it's my fault.

He never had the best reputation. Twitter would have said 'told you so', Jeremiah Schlatt was never seen as a saint in the online sphere. When it came out that the two of us were friends, it shocked the community. Who would think? Two opposites would have such chemistry. Someone as blunt, sarcastic and cynical could pair so well with someone known to be so sweet, genuine.

That's all he ever wanted people to think, I question now if that's all he wanted us to be– with benefits to him.

Empty promises that when this or that would be sorted out, or when he'd be done planning something special he'd be ready to take on the responsibility. Everyone knew him to be the non-committal type, and yet he whispered into the cuff of my ear in our most intimate moments that he was mine– and mine alone.

And I supposed I was the fool to believe him.

From hours to days left on delivered, mute excuses to follow and never ending cancelled plans. We weren't together, yet he still gave the vague illusion that it was so. The use of private nicknames gave the feeling of being significant to him, and yet what we did behind closed doors was kept a tight-knit secret.

Now even wrapped up in comforters and bundled up in my warmest sweaters I still felt so cold, where his arms and warmth used to envelop now are permanently, bitterly frigid. The only thing keeping me going was foolish hope that I knew kept me foolish.

He wasn't coming back, not so long as he had my friends wrapped around his fingers. Pretending to not hear his flirty remarks while they giggled without knowing a thing ate me up from the inside.

I'd never say a thing either, lest I become the bad guy. Why couldn't I let him talk with his friends? Why couldn't he get time alone? His world didn't revolve around me so why are you acting crazy? You're wrong. We aren't even together... yet.

That last word used to tease and keep me in place, if I was good then that yet could become a maybe, and down the road a yes. I knew this was bullshit, meant to keep me where he wanted me. So he can feign guilt and use me all over again. I knew what I was, I was a toy for his amusement.

And I knew it all. I knew he didn't care about me, how his words would hurt, how he would lead me on with no more intentions than just a bit of fooling around. His eyes would wander, and a part of me hoped he'd never come back.

Because if he did I'd act the same, scared of being a nuisance, scared of being called mean names or seeing his gentle features turned malicious. I needed time for myself, and I knew I needed to cut him off to heal the scars he's left upon my heart. Keeping him close only hurt so much more, but it was a choice between loneliness or... More loneliness.

Until then, however, I'll just let you break my heart all over again.

[24-hours]

Sources: [ x - x - x ]

[kinoko-kingdom-kinhelp]

Hi, can I request a moodboard for a c!Schlatt irl with themes of grunge, dark academia, and orange tabbies? Your stuff is super cool, remember to take care, okay?

Art credit

Hope this is alright schlatt!!

[eyzoa]

Could you do some headcanons (relationship or general whichever is easier /g) for a schlatt irl who had Charlie Slmccl as a brother figure and got together with ted?

Charlie's only concern when you started dating was who he should give to shovel talk to, other than that? he was so happy for you both!!!

Ted is a total dork when in love, like, he walks into walls because he was busy thinking about you, it's adorable.

Much to your dismay, Ted and Charlie are best friends who (affectionately) gossip about dumb shit you do behind your back.

If someone says you three have matching friendship bracelets, you have no idea what they're talking about, what a weird lie to tell, stop looking at me like that we don't fuck off—

When/if you guys get married, you and Charlie are each other's best men.

[felixirr]

he doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about

[id: digital doodle of dream smp character jschlatt. he is wearing a suit and tie and is drawn with ram horns and ears. his face is scrunched up and he's asking, "what did you just say? cis...cishet??? what?" the gay and trans flags are next to him at a low opacity. end id]

[uhohbestie]

i'm not trying to sway the tumblr vote (vote for Scar please please vote for Scar), i'm just excited they both made it into the third round.

[kucherovv]

not to mcytpost again But it was so interesting to see the transition from smptwt -> dsmptwt in real time and, specifically, how all the people who stayed on the schlatt/connor/ted trajectory instantly became Stan Twitter Haters despite smptwt being dsmptwt lite (and, at times, arguably worse than dsmptwt)!

i think its kind of emblematic of the greater Twitch Barrier between lsf people and mcyt people -- some are bridging this gap but still theres a big difference between people with majority male audiences (lsf) and majority women + lgbt audiences (dsmp). theres this group that hates stans and that just Happened to include lunch club and most of smplive. so, obviously, their stans shifted to become Stan Haters who thought the dreamsmp was Bad and Evil because it had a large twitter community

also, the mcyttwt community as a whole pretty much immediately forgot smplive happened after dsmp started. and smpearth! it was so weird! people just did not question At All where the relationships in dsmp formed and why schlatt and wilbur were there! and how wilbur and techno and phil became really good friends! it was so strange! wilbur and schlatt literally referenced smplive a few times and NO ONE talked about it because the influx of new fans to dsmptwt just... never knew that smplive happend. insane

[dmwrites]

In Schlatt’s near-constant inebriation, he’d manage to piece together a few worries about his new position of power as the leader of Manburg. These were private, shared to no one, but still rattled in his mind. He feared rebellion, he feared Wilbur and his little blonde brother boy. These were his nightmares. He imagined getting sliced in the throat as he slept, poison in his beer.

But the reality was a lot… weirder.

“Holy shit!!! Yoooo, Tom, I like trains, am I right?”

Schlatt turned around and watched a citizen come running up to him, smiling and happy.

“Who the fuck is Tom?” Schlatt felt for his beer bottle- he’d knock the stupid citizens out if he needed to.

“Oh, that’s classic Tom. Can we have a selfie?” And before he could say no, the citizen had their communicator out and took a picture with him. “Thanks Tom! Love your work, man!”

“What.” Schlatt watched them run off, swaying a little, and took a big gulp of beer. “Whatever.”

Only a day later, something equally odd happened. Another citizen came running up to him.

“Hi! You’re Tomska, right?”

Schlatt stared down at the citizen and said nothing, hoping his glare would make them go away.

“I just think it’s super cool that we have the maker of asdf movie as our leader!” The citizen continued. “Just wanted to say I love your work man, keep it up! Your sketches always make me laugh! I mean, Desmond the moon bear! Who could forget! And of course beep beep I’m a sheep! Or the muffin song!”

The citizen walked off before Schlatt could make any kind of retort back.

Even in his own office, among his own staff, the weirdness was happening.

“Excuse me, sir?” Fundy, that weird son of Wilbur’s, came over to him one afternoon during lunch.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Do you perfer being called Schlatt over Tom? Or like can I call you Tom? I just want to know if you’re keeping your real identity a secret or not. I think it’s super cool, that you took time off to be President, but maybe if people knew you were Tomska your satisfaction ratings would go up?”

“What fucking language are you speaking?” Schlatt looked at him incredulously. “Is this some fox shit or something? I am not a Tomska!”

“Okay, so you are keeping your identity a secret! That’s cool. I think shaving the beard might help.” Fundy said.

——

The week was over, and Quackity walked into Schlatt’s office with a new case of beer for him. Schlatt was slumped at his desk.

“The fuckin’ week I’ve had, Big Q. Lemmie see that fuckin’ fat ass real quick.”

“Right away, sir.” Quackity turned around and took off his suit jacket.

“Jesus Christ you could hold a five-course meal on that fuckin’ thing.” Schlatt lit a cigarette and breathed in deep.

“Why was you week difficult, sir? Who do I need to tax or kill?” Quackity asked, back still to Schlatt.

“Everyone keeps calling me a Tomska. Like they keep calling me Tom, pretending like my name is fake or something. What the fuck is that all about? Is it some kind of early rebellion?” Schlatt’s fingers shook slightly, and he lowered his hands to the desk.

Quackity laughed. “Oh that’s so funny! Hold on, lemmie show you.” He took out his communicator and typed something in. “Tomska is a person- and wow, you really do look like him! Your beard pixels look exactly the same!” Quackity showed Schlatt a picture of some guy wearing a black shirt and black and white checkered tie. They did look quite similar, honestly. Same beard, same eyes, same hair, same skin tone. Just the clothes were different.

“Where is this man! I will kill him for trying to copy my brand.” Schlatt raged.

Quackity laughed again. “No Schlatt! Tomska doesn’t live on the Dream smp. He’s a youtuber! He made asdf movie!”

Schlatt narrowed his eyes at Quackity, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and taking a swig.

“What the fuck is a YouTube?”

[simpliao]

i know u wrote ‘let you break my heart again’ quite a while ago but it would b so cool if u wrote a part two where schlatt wonders why y/n had stopped attempting to hang out with him and ect and it ends in fluff maybe?

good person at heart ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : we do bad things even if at heart we're good people.

info : angst hehe, (kinda) cheating, semi-fluff (not really), smoking, disordered eating, hospital, depressive inner monologue,

a/n : I don't know if I'm gonna post after this but I hope this feeds you guys for the next handful of months ! I know the request was for it to be more fluffy... and sweet. but because of what this is based off of I couldn't do that. Thank you so much for 200+ followers even if I literally have not posted since last year. I love you guys, pro-tip, never fall in love.

"So, next week same time?"

"Yeah, sure. See you then."

Routine, as it's become. Another woman to pass through his life, momentarily fulfil selfish desires, to have nameless faces leave to come again like clockwork. Distantly he could make out her footsteps, and the almost silent opening and shutting of his front door. Letting eyelids fall and leaning back to rest against the bed frame, a heavy sigh left his lips. When did it get this bad? When was the last time he'd felt... Whole.

Since Y/n, likely. Taking in another inhale of heavy smoke, lips clenched between the cigarette twitched at the thought of her. So... Damn sweet. Thinking about her, knowing how she'd react to seeing him like this, a mess, had him practically spit out the smoke. Putting it out carelessly at the ashtray that sat by his side.

So real. Unbelievable how real she felt, unlike any of the other women he's kept around him. Kept for a night, if kept is an appropriate word at all. They were blurs that served as gaps in his memory, hours if them amounted to no more than a handful of fuzzy colours and lights. That woman, no, who once was his woman he couldn't for the life of him forget a second in her arms, of her in his life.

So vividly he could make out hazy mornings of watching her chest rise and fall as her relaxed features radiated in the warm luster from early rays. Almost as serene as the specs of dust that wafted the air only visible by yellow dawn. Time with her was so eventful, so easy to find yourself in the present moment and just feel... In love.

But that was the fear wasn't it? Breaking out of thoughts his eyes fell to his illuminated phone, a notification. Curious, it was Ted. He was in town at the moment, but as far as he was concerned he was out with Shae... Shit, had he forgotten more plans today? This wouldn't be the first time.

'Jeremiah Schlatt call me back as soon as possible.'

That, accompanied with an hour's worth of missed calls, had his back straighten and rush of energy flood his body. Wasting no time dealing back, it couldn't have been more than three rings before the phone was picked up.

"Where the hell are you? I've been calling you for an hour– this is..!" His voice gruff and loud enough to resonate in his ears, consequently contributing to the growing of a dull pain within his frontal lobe. "I'm at home, sorry. Did we have plans today?" There was murmuring following his question, two voices discussing in a much softer, uneasy tone from what he could make out.

"Jesus, you sound out of it. Get some sleep I'll call you back tomorrow morning." There was the overly worrisome Ted he was more accustomed to, his voice returning to the phone with a complete one-eighty of tones. It practically sent him into whiplash, a twinge in his gut telling him something wasn't quite right. "Ted, what the fuck is going on? You don't just call people like that, where are you?" Hesitation highlighted the silence, he could practically hear him gulp as a reassuring female voice was at his side.

"I'm with Shae and..." His voice caught up in his chest, his girlfriend's murmurings being heard from the other end of the line even if unintelligible. "...We're at the hospital on 51st Street." I could feel my heart sink in my chest, "I'm on my way."

"Wait, wait, wait..!" He cleared his throat and halted in his steps, half naked and feeling the chill of the room after throwing himself out of bed. "...neither me or Shae are sick. I, I figured you had the right to know what's going on, but it's a delicate situation. I don't think it's smart for you to just show up out of the blue–" "Ted, what the fuck is going on?"

A breath was drawn, and the following words made it seem like his whole world had fallen apart. "It's Y/n. She just... Collapsed. She hasn't been eating I just... I didn't know who to call she's still stubborn but I don't think–" "I'm on my way." Before any protests could have been made the phone was hung up and the previously languid Schlatt was dashing round the place for his misplaced articles of clothing and his car keys.

The rest was a blur, with a conscious heavy with worry and thoughts centred around only her there were only flashes of memory of driving to the previously mentioned hospital (how he remembered he didn't know in that state); his brain was on autopilot.

And yet someway, somehow, he blinked and before him was the woman he once (and likely still) adored. Her skin paler than her usual tone, sunken and sullen. Her head tilted to the side, gaze pivoted towards the window. Her monotonous heart rate was barely audible, it was like he was underwater. Throat dry, neither said a word, his palms sweaty and pulse feeling as if it could burst his veins open.

"Y/n..." His voice low, knowing he had no place here, not after everything. He stood closer to the door than her, she seemed tense with him being there and he wasn't exactly relaxed either. Just as he spoke those words, he could visibly see her grip at her arms slightly tighter, her body at a slight tremble he recognized she would do before she cried. He hesitated to say anything else if his voice alone had already done so much.

"..what are you doing here..?" Her head slowly spun towards him, fully in view he could see just how worn down and tired she appeared. She was frail, eyes once filled with so much life now dreary with eyelids relaxed and harsh shadows under them; tears brimming and threatening to fall. Chapped lips with every lethargic movement seemed as if they were so heavy, as if she struggled to even open them. "...I heard. You..." Schlatt hesitated on his words, a little lost to find them.

"Save it." Whatever force she had left she used it to spit out those words, "I'm alright..." "Obviously not." He let out softly, carefully making his way over to sit at the chair by the foot of the hospital bed. "I just..." "Why did you come here?" Her voice strained asked with such desperation, confusion evident with tears ever present. He took a breath, "I came because I still care." And that was what it took to cause the surface tension to break and tears fully roll down her cheeks, unable to even manage reaching to wipe them away. "You came to lie to me." She choked out between broken sobs, he held such a gentle, caring look while she fought to not completely break down into ugly crying.

"No, no I didn't–" "cause if you cared I wouldn't be feeling this way." Her words spoke such conviction, eyes once saddened had an edge of power. The wrath and justified venom dripping from her words was enough to have the air catch in Schlatt's chest.

"You're right." He wouldn't deny it, everything that's happened up till now was a result of his own selfishness, never having the slightest thought about her. "I'm not here to make things right between us."

"...then..?"

"Y/n, I'm sorry." His head quickly dipped downwards, a prolonged pause was taken before a sharp inhale could be heard. "I'm not worth destroying yourself over." He didn't dare raise his gaze, knowing he'd be heartbroken at the sight that would lay before him.

"...why wasn't I enough for you..?" Hiccups between cries tearing at his heart, he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight. "You were more than I could have ever imagined." "I'm not... I couldn't be... I've seen the women you're around now..."

"And yet you're more beautiful then all of them." "...then why have you been so... cold?"

Cold, and cold was what he meant to be; pushing her away to save himself. Yes, she was too real; just like every other person he kept too close. One by one, they all did what he did to her: disappear.

He wanted so desperately to explain himself. Tell her stories of how other lovers had done a similarly cruel trick, family issues, people that were supposed to be there for him to rely on... But he couldn't. He was as bad as them, he hurt her tooth's extent because he couldn't handle commitment or trust.

She was the victim, no doubt in anyone's mind. Who was he to make this all about himself?

"I'm just not a relationship kind of guy, I... I should of said something, and for that I'm sorry. But please, please don't beat yourself up about this. If what we were is what's causing this."

She deserved to thrive, not to be weighed down by him.

At heart he was a good person, even if his actions didn't show as much. She didn't need to know, and he wasn't ready to get better.

[1spooky-dad]

I'm not one to publicly speculate, but sometimes i just gotta get thoughts out of my head or they just spin there for all eternity. This one definitely will do that.

Looking back now, when techno un-privated all his videos a few months ago, i thought it was him going "actually I've decided i don't care if people cancel me over old shit i said years ago."

Now, i can't help but think it was closer to "I don't think I'm gonna live through this, so i want to make sure my presence is still here, and that people can go back to their favorite videos of me when they are missing me."

That's... That's so like him to do. He cared about his fans do much, and was always doing things with us in mind, even if we didn't know until much later.

One last time, he made sure that even if he's gone, technoblade's legacy would never die.

Thank you so much, Alex, you meant to world to so many, and will never be forgotten.

[chaos-in-one]

Just saw someone someone not only put introjects and irls in the same category, but also doing it by telling introjects and irls of that source to hit them up in a romantic way... closing tik tok now!

[appleflavoredkitkats]

everyday i ignore that my love for c!schlatt is stemmed from real trauma*

*philippine politics

[finallygaycoldones]

TED WANTS TO COME BACK TO STREAMING HEY SIRI PLAY APANDAH CHANTING “GOD IS GOOD” FROM THE SDP MARIO PARTY VID 10 HR LOOP

[strangleetomz]

WHY DOES SCHLATT HAVE A GUN IN TOMMYS NEW VIDEO

[ohbabydollie]

jschlatt x reader who’s so much more confident through text and so shy irl and when he finally meets u he can’t help but tease u the entire time about how shy u are

😁👍 slightly suggestive

you guys became mutual friends accidentally, being in a random discord server together talking on a call that lead to a friendship people didn’t expect

he had only known you online, never meeting you in person and painting a picture of you

he thought you were bold and not shy remotely

calling him mid-stream

“hey, if jambo and [redacted] still need a mommy i could volunteer, you can call me mommy too if ya want” you say smiling as he shows the stream your facetime

the chat blew up with ‘she’s a baddie’, ‘schlatt, if u don’t fuck her i will’, ‘she can fix me’, ‘she can make me worse’, etc.

texting him flirtatiously which his chat has caught on multiple occasions whenever he shows them his phone

he has his mods do damage control for the hundredth stream in a row

even just posting photos with flirtatious captions he knows is directed towards him

a picture of you in a sheep themed bikini with a caption of ‘he makes my daddy issues act up’

EVERYONE IS FREAKING OUT

so many angry simps bashing schlatt for ‘stealing’ you

everyone is FLABBERGASTED from how straight forward you’re being, how obvious you are and how you’re so much bolder than before

they couldn’t wait until your meet up with schlatt and a few others to make some summertime content

everyone thought fan service would be amped up

it ends with you shyly looking up at schlatt, a soft “hi” leaving your mouth

ted acts like a dad whose trying to get his kid to tell the waitress what they want

“c’mon n/n, schlatt doesn’t bite” ted says pushing you towards him

“i won’t unless you’re into that” schlatt says flashing you a smile as you go red in the face

any second the both of you are alone he’s on you

“was that all over the phone just big talk?” he asks cornering you

“n-no! your height is just intimidating” you say putting your hands on his chest

“intimidating? huh? i bet it is for a shy little thing like you” he says smiling as you feel yourself blushing

it’s humiliating and embarrassing

schlatt would take any chance he gets to fluster you and flirt

if you run off to get drinks, he’s slapping your ass and calling you a good girl

if you make him something to eat he’s making a joke about eating you out

any chance he gets to make you blush he’s taking it

“this is the second best thing im gonna eat tonight” schlatt says biting down on a burger before looking at you, “you’re the first”

[purplifield]

‘S too big!!

You say when all he got in was first two inches. He chuckles looking at your fucked out face: lips fallen apart, eyes dazed and unfocused, cheeks flushed.

“Oh you can definitely take it, ya lil slut” he teases in your ear. Your wrists are above your head, held down by his one hand. So you can’t do anything than arch your back, while his other hands roams around your body.

You let out such loud whimper, when you feel him slide in further. Your head gets fizzy. “Slow down, please” only to understand, he was slow, you just had to handle it. He seemed to stop, and it have you hope “You’re all in?”

“Just a lil more, my girl” you open your eyes, only to see his expression change out of nowhere “I can make it faster” He chuckles.

You fail to say something, all you can do is scream out his name, since he thought it would be a good idea to just snap his hips forward and push rest of cock in your pussy.

“It’s too big it’s too big!” He mocked “and you took it all in”

Schlatt; Hobie Brown; earth8 Miles Morales; George Not Found; Sapnap; Foolish gamers; Bakugou… and your irl crush;)