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- the marvel cinematic universe (bucky barnes and peter parker in particular <3)

- and other things such as criminal minds, teen wolf, the walking dead, stranger things + books such as the shatter me series, powerless, the prison healer, the off campus series and more…

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Can you do one with schlatt where reader came home crying cuase someone was following her? And hes being very protective blah blah.. yknow..

If you done tale requests skip ;)

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: none :p

summary: after her world feels like it’s falling apart, Peter becomes her safe place for the night.

Y/N had fought with her roommate, Sydney.

It had gotten bad enough that she’d found herself standing outside Peter’s dorm, tears still burning behind her eyes. She knew he wouldn’t be there, he’d be out doing Spider-Man things, probably swinging around the city somewhere, but she needed somewhere safe to be, so she let herself in.

The second the door clicked shut behind her, the tears started falling again. She crossed the room, curled up in Peter’s bed, and cried until exhaustion finally pulled her under.

Hours later, Peter climbed through his window. The moment his feet hit the floor, his eyes landed on the figure asleep in his bed. For a split second, his heart jumped into his throat before he recognized her, noticing the tear stains on his pillow and the way she’d curled in on herself even in her sleep.

His stomach dropped.

Something had happened.

He knew her. He knew she wouldn’t cry herself to sleep unless it was serious.

“Y/n?”

Still in his suit, mask already pulled off, he crossed the room quickly, sitting by her side, his hand coming up to cup her cheek gently.

“Y/n?”

She stirred groggily, blinking awake.

“Hey” Peter said softly. “What are you doing here? What’s wrong?”

“I-im sorry I came here without asking-I just-“

The moment she remembered the fight, Sydney’s words came rushing back and she covered her face with both hands to hide the tears that were already welling back up in her eyes.

“Sydney and I fought” she mumbled. “And she said some really hurtful stuff.”

Peter’s expression softened instantly.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

She sat up before she could start crying again and practically folded into him, hiding her face against his chest, peter wrapped his arms around her without hesitation.

As her forehead accidentally bumped against the spider emblem on his suit, the material suddenly loosened and fell off from its usual skin tight fit, revealing his skin.

“Oh shit-I’m so sorry- I didn’t-I didn’t mean-“

A soft laugh escaped her through her tears as she looked down at his now bare chest.

“It’s okay, I was gonna take it off anyway.” he smiled lightly at her little laugh, reaching up and gently wiping away the tear sitting beneath her eye with his thumb.

“You wanna talk about it?” he said after a few moments.

She shook her head.

“Not now, I just want to go to sleep.” Her voice came out small.

“Yeah” Peter nodded immediately. “Okay.”

He stood up, the suit slipping down around his legs.

If she wasn’t so upset, she’d probably be staring, instead she reminded herself that Peter was her friend, and friends don’t stare at other friends like that.

“Sorry” he said. “I’ll just put on some clothes.”

He disappeared for a moment before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and an old Midtown shirt.

Then she watched him grab a pillow from the bed and drop it onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Peter looked up. “I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

“Pete it’s okay, you wouldn’t..I mean-unless you don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as me?” she said nervously.

“No.” The answer came so fast it almost made her smile. “No, not at all.”

“Then get up here, please.”

Peter nodded. “Okay.”

He climbed into the other side of the bed and the room settled into a comfortable silence.

For a while neither of them said anything.

Then she turned onto her side, facing away from him.

Peter could hear the quiet sniffles she was trying so hard to hide. He knew how close she and Sydney were. He knew how much it must have hurt.

Slowly, hesitantly, he scooted closer.

When she didn’t pull away or scoot further from him, he let his arms slide around her waist, gently pulling her against him.

She sniffled again before turning in his arms and tucking herself against his chest. “You’re gonna be okay” he whispered into her hair.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

Peter stayed awake whispering sweet nothings to her until her breathing finally evened out, his arms still around her as she slept against his chest.

author’s note: to all my peter fans >.< I missed writing for him sm and I feel like one shots like this are easier to write for me :p

pairings: schlatt x reader

warnings: none!

summary: schlatt tells the story of how he and his high school sweetheart met on his snapchat story.

requested by @i-am-two-apples-tall !! ty for the idea <3

Schlatt had never really hidden the fact that he had a girlfriend.

He just never talked about her.

People knew she existed. Every now and then there’d be a passing mention of “my girlfriend” during a stream or a random Instagram story of Jambo curled up in a girl’s lap, but that was about it.

It hadn’t always been intentional.

When they’d first started dating, they’d both been weirdly cautious about the whole thing. Schlatt worried that being public would bring too much attention to her. She worried he preferred keeping that part of his life private. So neither of them really brought it up.

The funny thing was, they were both completely wrong.

It took one conversation for them to realize they were on the same page.

“Wait” she’d said. “I thought you didn’t want a public relationship.”

And Schlatt had stared at her for a solid five seconds before replying,

“I thought you didn’t.”

After that, it became less of a rule and more of a habit.

He’d mention her sometimes. She’d occasionally appear in the background of a photo. Little things.

So when he posted one of those anonymous question boxes on his snap story one afternoon, the questions came flooding in almost immediately.

Most of them were the usual stuff.

But one caught his eye.

Are you single?

The reason it caught his eye wasn’t because of the question itself. It was because he immediately saw it as an opportunity to show her off.

She was beautiful.

Why wouldn’t he?

A minute later, a new story appeared.

It was a picture from a trip they’d taken to Japan a few months ago. Schlatt had both arms wrapped around her waist from behind while she laughed at something off-camera, the two of them standing in the middle of a crowded street.

His caption was simple.

fuck no

His inbox immediately started filling up with questions about the two of them.

One in particular stood out.

How did you guys meet?

Schlatt immediately clicked on it and switched to video.

“we met in high school, I know..shocking..”

He paused, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“When I met her, I thought she was wayyy outta my league. Like, I don’t know how I scored her, I had absolutely no game.”

From somewhere behind the camera, a voice called out.

“Still don’t.”

Schlatt’s head snapped toward the hallway.

The second he saw her, he grinned.

“Hey.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“What are you talking about?”

“How we met” he said before adding, “You wanna help me recall the events?”

“Yeah sure”

He held out an arm for her.

“C’mere.”

She walked over and sat beside him, automatically tucking herself into his side.

“There she is.”

“Hello everyone” she grinned.

Schlatt looked back at the camera.

“So, uh, the story is that we got paired together for a chemistry project. And not only was she out of my league, I also sucked at chemistry, big time.”

“You were very charming” she chimed in.

Schlatt looked down at her immediately, grinning.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I was so charmed I went home and talked my friend’s ear off about it.”

That seemed to genuinely catch him off guard.

“And you’re making it seem like you were ugly” she continued, looking up at him. “You really weren’t.”

“Dude…”

A frown tugged at her face even though she was smiling. “Hey, I won’t tolerate any hate against my boyfriend.”

Schlatt laughed.

“Fine, fine, m’sorry”

He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her temple before looking back at the camera.

“Anyway, so we started working on the project and I realized she wasn’t just pretty and gorgeous and smart..she was also super funny and we had a lot in common.”

She nodded.

“That’s true.”

“Like gaming” he said. “That really got me going, you know-“

She immediately slapped the back of her hand against his chest.

“Schlatt!”

Schlatt burst out laughing as the camera shook.

The video cut off there.

“You’re a menace.” she shook her head.

“You love me.”

He looked down at her, smiling, before gently cupping her chin between his fingers and tilting her face toward his.

He pressed a few short kisses against her lips, making her smile into them.

“Unfortunately.”

And somewhere in the background, his phone was still exploding with notifications.

author’s note: this is cute :’) thank you for the request!!

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → none

summary → y/n wakes up at 3am and finds schlatt gaming instead of sleeping next to her.

The room was dark when you woke up.

For a second you stayed half asleep, reaching across the bed automatically until your hand hit cold sheets instead of Schlatt.

You frowned slightly, blinking sleep from your eyes before sitting up.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint clicking of keyboard keys coming from the other room.

Of course.

You pushed the blankets off and shuffled out of bed, still tired enough that your legs felt heavy.

The hallway light was off, the only glow coming from his office.

Schlatt sat at his desk with his headset on, monitor lighting up the room in blue. He looked up the second he heard you walk in.

His expression softened immediately.

“Hey sweetheart” he said quietly. “Why are you awake?”

You rubbed at one eye tiredly, hair messy from sleep. One of his old shirts hung off your frame with a pair of shorts barely visible underneath.

“Woke up and you weren’t there” you mumbled.

“M’sorry” he said quietly. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

You walked over slowly, still half asleep, and stopped beside his chair.

Schlatt looked at you for a second before patting his lap lightly.

The second you climbed into it, his arm wrapped around your waist automatically, pulling you against his chest while he adjusted his headset off one ear.

You tucked your face into his neck immediately, warm and sleepy.

His hand rubbed slowly up and down your back while the game continued quietly on the monitor.

“You gonna come back to bed soon?” you asked after a minute.

“Yeah” he murmured, pressing a kiss against your temple. “In a little.”

You nodded slightly, already drifting off again against him.

A few minutes later your breathing evened out completely, asleep in his lap while he sat there with one arm around you.

Schlatt glanced down at you before quietly muttering, “Yeah, alright.”

He shut his game off first, then his PC, the room going quieter immediately.

Carefully, so he wouldn’t wake you, he slid his arms underneath you and stood up.

You stirred slightly against his chest but didn’t wake up as he walked over to your shared room.

He pulled the blankets back with one hand before laying you down gently, climbing in right after you.

The second he settled beside you, you moved toward him instinctively in your sleep.

He let out a quiet breath through his nose before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your head.

author’s note: short but cute :p

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → panicking from being claustrophobic? idk if that’s even a warning but thought I’d put it anyway :p

summary → schlatt and y/n spent months pretending nothing was there between them. Getting stuck in an elevator finally forces them to stop lying.

The argument started sometime around midnight.

You didn’t even remember what caused it now.

Something stupid at the party. Some smug comment Schlatt made under his breath about the guy you’d been talking to for maybe ten minutes before Schlatt interrupted and ruined the entire conversation.

Which was apparently his favorite hobby lately.

And honestly? It was getting exhausting.

Because the worst part was that everybody knew.

Ted knew. Charlie knew. You knew. Schlatt definitely knew.

God, half the people at the party probably thought you were already together.

You and Schlatt argued too much for people not to notice there was something weird underneath it.

You acted like you couldn’t stand each other while simultaneously orbiting around each other all night at every party.

It was ridiculous.

The problem was that nothing had actually happened.

Just months of tension and jealousy and arguments that sounded dangerously close to flirting.

So technically, Schlatt had absolutely no reason to glare at every guy that talked to you, especially the ones that weren’t even flirting in the first place.

“You’re actually insufferable” you snapped while walking to the elevator lobby.

Schlatt trailed behind you, hitting the button for the penthouse floor without looking at you. “Yeah? You’ve said that like four times tonight. Get creative.”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like a jealous asshole-“

“I’m not jealous.”

You laughed sharply. “Please.”

The elevator doors slid shut behind you.

“You flirt with people just to annoy me” he shot back.

“Oh my god, not everything is about you.”

“You literally kept looking at me while talking to him.

“Because you were staring at us like you were about to attack him?!” you exclaimed.

“That guy was a moron, he was asking to be attacked”

“You didn’t even know him!”

“I knew enough.”

You scoffed loudly, crossing your arms while the elevator continued upward.

The tension in the small space felt suffocating already.

Schlatt dragged a hand through his hair with an irritated sigh before suddenly reaching over and hitting the emergency stop button.

The elevator jerked hard before stopping completely.

You blinked.

“…What did you just do?”

“I’m not having this conversation with random people walking in every two seconds.”

“yeah well we can have it somewhere else schlatt I’m fucking claustrophobic” you said, pushing him aside and pressing the button yourself to move the elevator up.

it did nothing.

you pressed it again.

and again.

“Schlatt-“

“let me try” he said, gently moving you to the side.

He pressed the button and nothing happened.

he kept pressing it but still nothing.

Your stomach dropped.

“Why isn’t it moving?”

“It’s fine.”

“Schlatt.”

“It’s okay.”

He hit another button.

Nothing.

The air suddenly felt too warm.

Too small.

The walls felt closer than they did thirty seconds ago.

“Okay” you said quickly. “Okay no, turn it back on.”

“I’m trying.”

“Why is it not working?”

He pressed the emergency button harder this time like that would somehow help.

Your breathing started going uneven immediately.

No.

No no no.

You took a step back until your shoulders hit the wall behind you.

The elevator suddenly felt tiny.

Tight.

Your chest hurt.

“Y/n-Hey-“

“I can’t-Schlatt, I can’t breathe-“

He looked at you properly then.

Really looked at you.

And all the irritation disappeared off his face instantly.

“Hey” he said again, softer this time.

You shook your head quickly, hands trembling slightly while you tried pulling in a full breath and couldn’t.

“Look at me.” he said, cupping your cheeks between his large hands.

“Y/n-hey-baby look at me” He repeated, his voice calmer.

Steadier.

The complete opposite of yours.

He stepped closer carefully, not too fast.

“Look at me” he repeated again quietly.

Your eyes finally lifted to his.

“We’re okay” he said softly. “Do you hear me? We’re fine.”

Your breathing stayed shaky.

“It’s too small in here.”

“I know-they’re gonna get us out, I need you to breathe first yeah? can you do that for me?” he asked, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

You tried.

God, you tried.

But every breath kept catching halfway in your chest.

Schlatt stayed right there in front of you, hands still steady against your face while the elevator hummed quietly around you.

“Look at me” he said again gently. “Not the walls, Just me.”

Your eyes stayed locked on his.

“That’s it.”

You swallowed hard, trying to follow the slower rhythm of his breathing.

“In through your nose” he murmured. “Slow.”

You copied him shakily.

“Good.”

Another breath.

And another.

The panic didn’t disappear completely, but it stopped climbing quite as fast.

schaltt noticed immediately.

“There you go” he said quietly, like he was scared speaking too loud would ruin it. “Knew you could do it.”

Your hands were still trembling slightly where they gripped the sleeves of his jacket.

“I hate this” you whispered.

“I know.”

The argument from earlier felt stupid now.

Embarrassingly stupid.

You were still breathing unevenly when Schlatt carefully shifted closer, just enough that your forehead brushed against his shoulder for a second.

“C’mere” he muttered softly.

And maybe it was the panic or the adrenaline or the fact that he sounded nothing like the sarcastic asshole you’d been yelling at five minutes ago, but you let him pull you closer.

One arm wrapped carefully around your waist, grounding you there against him, while the other went into his pocket, grabbing his phone and shooting Ted a text.

“You’re okay” he repeated quietly. “I got you.”

Your eyes squeezed shut briefly.

The elevator still felt too small.

Still too warm.

But Schlatt felt solid.

Familiar.

Safe.

His chin rested lightly against the top of your head while he kept talking quietly just to keep you focused on him instead of everything else.

“You wanna know something annoying?” he murmured after a minute.

You let out a weak breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “What.”

“You were right.”

That made you crack one eye open slightly.

“About?”

“I was jealous.”

You blinked up at him.

Schlatt sighed quietly, one hand rubbing slowly against your back.

“I hated watching that guy talk to you” he admitted. “I hated watching any guy talk to you tonight.”

“You picked now to admit this?” you whispered.

“Well” he muttered dryly, “I’m trapped in a box with you, feels like the time.”

You laughed softly for the first time in the last ten minutes, your forehead still close to his shoulder.

Then you tilted your head back slightly to look at him properly.

“You know you didn’t have to act like that tonight, right?” you said quietly.

Schlatt frowned a little. “Like what?”

“Like every guy that talked to me was a threat.”

His jaw tightened slightly. “Y/n-”

“No, listen” you interrupted softly. “You didn’t have anything to worry about.”

He looked at you for a second, quieter now.

“Because you were the only person I wanted looking at me tonight.”

That shut him up instantly.

Completely.

The tension in his face disappeared all at once into something softer, like he was stunned.

Your eyes flicked down briefly to his lips before back up again.

“You know..” he said softly, voice rougher now, “I’ve kinda wanted to do this for a while.”

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

Neither of you moved for a second.

Then slowly, carefully, you leaned in first.

Schlatt met you halfway immediately.

The kiss felt almost desperate underneath how soft it started, like months of tension and jealousy and almosts finally snapping all at once.

His hand slid against your waist instinctively, pulling you closer while your fingers curled tighter into his jacket.

And then the elevator jolted suddenly.

The doors slid open.

You both pulled apart so fast it was almost violent.

Ted stood there outside the elevator beside two workers from the building, Charlie just behind him looking halfway between concerned and deeply entertained.

Silence.

Ted looked between both of you.

At Schlatt’s hand still on your waist.

At your flushed face.

At the fact you were both standing way too close together.

Then he sighed dramatically.

“Seriously?” he said. “All it took was being trapped in an elevator? Are we serious?”

author’s note: I reallyyyyyy like this one :o

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → none really..

summary → What was supposed to be a simple birthday outing turns into the night Schlatt finally tells his best friend how he really feels.

requested by @schlattkisser ty sm for the idea :p

You ended up at the bar scrolling through your phone while waiting for your drink.

A group of drunk guys stumbled past behind you a little too fast, nearly knocking into the back of your chair.

Before you could even react, Schlatt stepped in behind you automatically, planting both hands against the edge of the bar on either side of you to block them off before they hit you again.

“Watch where you’re going” he muttered toward them.

The guys apologized quickly before disappearing back into the crowd.

You slowly turned in your seat until you were leaning back against the bar looking up at him.

“Aw” you said with a grin. “My protector.”

“Yeah, yeah” he replied flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched a little. “What’d you order?”

“Vodka cranberry.”

He nodded once. “course..why’d I even ask?”

Schlatt stayed where he was though, standing close enough to block half the crowd from bumping into you again while people pushed past behind him.

“You having fun?” you asked after a second.

He looked down at you. “More now.”

The answer came out casual, like he didn’t realize how it sounded until after he said it.

You smiled into your drink.

It was strange how easy this still felt after months apart. Like no time had passed at all.

You and Schlatt had known each other nearly your entire lives. Childhood best friends in the most literal sense. Same schools, same neighborhood, same routines for years before life pulled you in different directions.

Now it was mostly texts and late night calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep first.

Charlie had invited you out for Schlatt’s birthday as a surprise, and after a last minute flight you somehow ended up here with him again for the first time in months.

You glanced toward the crowded dance floor before looking back at him.

“You wanna dance with me, big guy?”

Schlatt snorted immediately. “Nah, you know I don’t dance.”

“Coward.”

Before he could reply, a voice suddenly cut in from beside you.

“I’ll dance with you.”

You turned slightly to see some guy leaning against the bar next to yours, already smiling at you like he’d been listening in the whole time.

Schlatt’s expression flattened instantly.

The guy either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“I mean” he continued casually, “someone should.”

You opened your mouth, mostly amused more than anything, but Schlatt spoke first.

“She’s good.”

The guy glanced at him. “I was asking her.”

“Yeah” Schlatt replied. “I heard you.”

You bit back a smile behind your drink.

The guy laughed awkwardly, still trying anyway. “C’mon, it’s one dance.”

“She flew across the country to see me” Schlatt said, voice calm but sharp enough underneath it to make your eyebrows lift slightly. “Pretty sure I get first dibs on her attention tonight.”

The guy looked between you both for a second before raising his hands. “Alright, Jesus-man..my bad.”

He disappeared back into the crowd a second later.

You looked back up at Schlatt slowly, trying to hide your smile behind your drink.

“What.” he said immediately.

“Nothing.”

“You’re making a face.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You just shook your head, still smiling a little.

Schlatt rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of amusement there as he took a sip of his drink.

And for a second, neither of you looked away.

It had been like this for a while now, too close, too familiar in a way that didn’t really feel normal anymore.

Friends didn’t look at each other like this.

Didn’t get jealous over random people at bars.

You both knew it.

Neither of you had said it out loud yet though.

Then, after a second, he nodded toward the dance floor.

“You still wanna dance?”

You blinked. “I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t.”

“But?”

He looked at you for a second before shrugging one shoulder.

“You asked.”

Something in your chest flipped embarrassingly hard at how casual he made it sound.

“we don’t have to dance, I know you hate it so I won’t put you through that.”

Schlatt immediately let out a relieved breath.

“Oh thank god.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head at him.

Another person bumped into him trying to get past and Schlatt looked ready to lose his mind.

“Actually” he muttered, glancing toward the exit, “I need air before I start fighting people in here, can we go outside?”

You laughed again. “Yeah, c’mon”

A few minutes later you were both sitting outside on the curb near the club, the cold air feeling way better after being packed inside for hours.

Cars passed by slowly while muffled music thumped through the walls behind you.

Schlatt leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking way more relaxed already.

“Better?” you asked.

“Way better.”

You smiled a little, looking over at him.

It still felt weird seeing him in person again after months of calls and texts and hearing his voice through a phone speaker.

Schlatt leaned back slightly against the curb before reaching into his jacket pocket.

You already knew what he was pulling out before he even lit it.

The cigarette glowed briefly in the dark as he took a drag, and without really thinking about it, you looked away toward the street to avoid the smoke.

A couple seconds passed.

Then you heard him sigh quietly under his breath. “Oh fuck” he muttered to himself, like he’d suddenly remembered that you hated it when he smoked.

You glanced back over just in time to see him putting it out against the sidewalk, tossing it somewhere next to him.

“Sorry” he said, voice lower now.

Your expression softened immediately.

“I only didn’t say anything because it’s your birthday.”

That made him smile a little.

“You know I love it when you scold me” he said with a shrug. “Never hold back.”

You snorted quietly before leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I missed you so much, you know?” you admitted softly. “I mean, I know we call and text all the time, but it’s different when we’re together like this.”

Schlatt let out a slow breath.

“Yeah” he said quietly. “It’s so much better.”

The city noise faded into the background after that. A few moments later you tilted your head slightly to look up at him.

“I’m sorry I missed it when you blew out your candles.”

He shrugged easily. “It’s fine.”

“Am I allowed to know what you wished for?” you asked slyly.

Schlatt looked down at you for a second.

Actually looked at you.

“I think you already know what I wished for.”

You stilled slightly.

Slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder and turned to look at him properly for the first time since he said it.

Schlatt’s expression softened a little at that.

“You can’t seriously look at me like that and tell me you don’t know” he said quietly. “I think you definitely know what I wished for.”

Your breath caught slightly.

“Well…” you said softly, voice lower now, “we can’t let the birthday boy not get what he wants now, can we?”

Schlatt went quiet.

His eyes flicked between yours before dropping briefly to your lips.

Then back up again.

You leaned in slowly.

And this time he met you halfway without hesitation.

The kiss was soft at first, almost careful, like both of you were still trying to process that this was actually happening after years of almosts and unsaid things.

Then his hand moved gently against your jaw, and suddenly it felt warmer.

More real.

When you finally pulled back, barely an inch apart, you could still feel his breath against your lips.

You smiled slightly.

“Happy birthday, Schlatt” you whispered.

For a second Schlatt didn’t say anything.

He just looked at you, close enough now that you could see the slight flush across his cheeks from the cold, the alcohol, maybe both.

Then he laughed softly under his breath, almost disbelieving.

“That’s all I get?” he murmured. “Maybe I wished for you to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”

You smiled immediately.

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” you said softly. “I actually want this to happen and it won’t if you die.”

That got a real laugh out of him.

Warm and quiet and so familiar that it made something in your chest ache a little.

“Good point” he admitted.

“See? I’m thinking long term here.”

“Very responsible of you.”

“Thank you.”

Schlatt shook his head slightly, still smiling to himself before his eyes dropped back to your lips again.

“Still think I deserve at least one more” he muttered.

You leaned in just enough for your noses to brush lightly.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

“Guess it’s a good thing it’s still your birthday then.” you said before leaning in and pressing your lips softly against his again.

author’s note: thank you so much for the request schlatt kisser :p I wrote it a tiny bit differently then what you’ve asked but it’s only because I wanted it to fit schlatt’s personality more! hope you liked it !!

smth smth being schlatt's childhood bestfriend and not having seen him in a while, maybe ted and charlie know you from a few times you've visited with schlatt. they invite u. you guys go to a club for schlatt's bday or smth and invites you bc they're pretty sure that j likes you but doesn't want to cross a line in your friendship? dancing on him? confession? Idk i just need That Man

thank you sm for your time!

1. thank you so much!!💌 2. do you mean these??

pairings → jschlatt x streamer!reader

warnings → mentions of sex, jschlatt babying sick reader :p

summary → y/n tries to push through a stream while sick, but schlatt has other plans.

You’d been sick the entire stream.

Not deathly sick, just enough to make everything feel heavy. Your head hurt, your throat burned, and every time you laughed you regretted it.

But chat had been nice today, donations were good, and you kept saying you’d end after “one more game.”

At this point even you knew you looked miserable.

“You sound awful mama” one dono read.

“Oh I’m okay! thank you so much for the dono sydney” you said, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as you queued up.

after losing yet another round you leaned back in your chair with a groan.

“Okay, maybe I should get off.”

The chat instantly flooded with people begging you for one more round, saying you can’t end on a loss.

You stared at the monitor for a second, already giving in with a soft sigh.

“…Okay maybe one mor-“

Your bedroom door opened.

You glanced over to your boyfriend schlatt, confused by how sudden he had pushed open the door.

He walked over next to your desk and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead.

He paused, feeling how hot your skin was.

You looked up at him in confusion.

Without a word, he reached over and said “bye chat” before clicking your mouse, and ending the stream.

The monitor went quiet.

“Wha-“

“C’mon.”

Before you could argue, he leaned down and picked you up out of the chair.

“Schlatt-“ you gasped automatically, grabbing onto his shirt.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” he said quietly. “Your fever’s gettin worse.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but honestly you were too tired to try.

Instead you just let your head fall against his shoulder with a sigh while he carried you down the hall.

The bedroom was dim except for the lamp beside the bed.

He set you down carefully against the pillows before walking over to the closet.

You watched him through half-open eyes while he grabbed one of your oversized shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

“I can do it” you said quietly, your voice a little rough from being sick.

“Arms” he muttered softly, ignoring your words completely as he sat down beside you with the clothes in his lap.

You sighed but lifted your arms anyway, too tired to actually fight him on it.

“You’re treating me like a child” you said while he pulled the oversized shirt over your head carefully.

“Oh, you don’t want me to baby you? You usually like that” he said dryly, trying not to smile.

The shirt fell past your hands once he fixed it properly on you.

“Oh fuck you” you muttered, though a small smile still grew on your face.

“Trust me baby, I would love to, as soon as you’re feeling better yeah?” he replied.

“Jerk” you whispered under your breath as he grabbed your sleep shorts from the nightstand.

“I heard that” he said while kneeling in front of you, looking up at you as he carefully slid the shorts up your bare legs before moving them back under the covers properly.

“You were supposed to” you said, squinting down at him sleepily before curling deeper into the bed, looking at him with a dazy expression.

Schlatt brushed your hair back from your forehead again before pressing the back of his hand there for a second.

“Jesus” he muttered. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m okay” you mumbled with a small reassuring smile.

He pulled the blanket up over you properly.

“You should’ve ended stream hours ago.”

“I know.”

“And stop reading chat when they tell you to keep going when you’re clearly tired, especially when you’re sick”

“They were being nice.”

“They were enabling you.”

That made you smile a little.

Schlatt looked at you for a second before reaching over to turn the lamp off.

The room went darker instantly.

Then the mattress dipped beside you.

You barely had enough energy to react before he pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Get some sleep toots” he muttered.

You nodded against him, already half asleep.

“I love you” you whispered sleepily.

“I love you more” he whispered back, smiling softly against your hair.