⋆.˚Nessie ☾⭒

I haven't heard from you ever since

We sat in a café in awkward silence

How's my relationship with religion, you asked

And instantly apologised

Poor thing, you must have seen the struggle in my eyes

Without even showing you my scars

I hope you pray for me like the good catholic boy you are

Notes: The other day I fought one of the worst hangover of my life while working in the 40°C/104°F heat and I had to cope somehow. Also I'm too lazy to make it a proper fic, sorry.

⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ⋆.˚໑ ݁༝ ۫ ׅ

‌after many promises and lots of planning Schlatt finally took you to Japan on your anniversary

‌and an anniversary obviously means celebrating with a drink or two

‌or in your case a lot

‌the next day Schlatt woke up to an empty space next to him in bed

‌he then quickly found you sitting on the floor in the livingroom of the fancy hotel suit he booked for you two

‌the AC was on full blast and you sat directly under the cold breeze

‌a trash can suspiciously close to you and a bottle of ice cold water in your hand (obviously from the ridiculusly overpriced minibar)

‌Schlatt imediately read the message and started to chuckle.

"Look, it's a hangover Toots."

"What happened to 'good morning'?" You answered with a hoarse voice.

Schlatt sat down next to you on the floor and started to rub your back to provide some sort of sympathy and comfort.

"I told you to drink water last night, right?"

"Yeah, you did."

"And you said..."

"That I don't drink water."

"Because..."

"Because fish fuck in it."

"So what we learned?"

"That it's still a great joke when delivered right. And last night was a perfect timing."

He thought about it for a minute and remembered he did almost piss himself when you said that last night with a serious face.

"Yeah, fair enough."

‌he tries to gather your hair to clip it back with a clawclip

‌he fails miseraby but it's good enough to keep your hair out of your face

‌he stays by your side the whole time while you're suffering in silence and contemplate all your life choices that put you in that situation

‌only leaves when you ask him to bring something for you

‌cold cloth on your neck or forehead, isotonic drink, ginger ale, whatever that might soothes your stomach

‌he can't hold himself back from joking about the whole situation to at least lighten your mood a little

"See? This is *almost* what the men flu feels like."

"Shut up!"

"You know what's best in this heat? A nice cold beer."

"Shut. Up."

‌tries to feed you crackers so at least you eat something

‌even after you feel better he keeps a close eye on you so you drink enough water and eat food that won't hurt your tummy

Hii!

Honestly, that fic is something I can't think about without getting second hand embarassment lol.

But yeah I definietly plan to rewrite that one and extend the beginning and add a proper aftercare at the end. Unfortunately, my days are pretty hectic lately so I don't know when I'll have the time.