schlatt's minion

Schlatt definitely became more boastful to say the least. He became a wife-guy way too fast. ”you know hasan, you’re pushing forty, you might need to start settling down.” J and Hasan decided to revive the “Did schlatt win” channel with the argument of is being taken or single better. We obviously knew which sides they take. ”be a man like me, damn i got my wife he-“ ”y’all are not even married bro, stop calling her “my wife”.” ”you know what, hasan? We’ll get there and im sure of it.” For some reason, they got loss in the sauce bantering. ”fuck, im living my best life here. My wife just cooked me up the best alfredo pasta i’ve ever tasted in my goddamn life.” Panning the camera on his plate of food. ”if you were taken, has, you’d be in cloud nine like me, too.” ”what’s your next step in life now? You gonna make one of the most successful streamer of the platform a trad wife?” ”what? Have her start popping babies? Definitely.”

Despite being almost just a year in to the relationship, schlatt knew that he wanted to end the year with a wedding band on his finger. He wanted to get married to you NOW.

“Babe, i already told you, we can’t do the wedding in november. We’ve already tried crunching up all our scheds, it won’t work.” ”toots, we’re so fucking rich! We could afford to move the contracts a bit farther.” Trying to reason you into submission. ”you really want us to spend more money than what we had already paid for? that be so much!” “if it means i get to be your husband faster, then so be it, babydoll. The rich only gets richer, baby.”

Schlatt made sure that the wedding would stick to every attendees mind till the end of time. He spent so much making it lavish, something that would be a standard to someone’s dream wedding someday, invited so much people to witness what greatness truly is, and to show to hasan, that he had won.

The party was ecstatic, you found schlatt’s arms wrapped around you possessively throughout the night. It was mostly filled with thanking everyone who attended, and of course, more boasting from the new yorker (starting to feel like a trophy wife fr) (poor hasan). Schlatt was probably never the smartest person in the room most the time, but he isn’t fucking dumb. trying to get you wrapped around the idea of you dating him wasn’t hard, it was the keeping people away from you that really took his energy and hard-work. Most especially, Hasan piker. Schlatt concealed his genuine hatred in hasan in a way that people knows him to be best at. Being a motherfucking struggle. When hasan found out that you took immediate interest in schlatt, he immediately started bubbling your little head of doubts. As a good friend and co-host of the fear& podcast, you took it lightly, and Hasan didn’t found comfort in that. recap: ”A little birdie told me that one of our co-host is trying to get a little go on a relationship.” Blaire said, eyes and smile hinting chaos. “hasan or y/n, which one of you stops being the thirdwheel?” Will looked at the two of you inquisitively, hiding his laughter behind. “seriously, fuck you, qt!” Cursing blaire before bursting out of laughter. “it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, though.” hasan speaked up, so nonchalantly. “i know you’re not about to shit on my parade right now, come on dude.” replying to hasan. “IM JUST SAYING” putting his hands up in defense “guy’s reputation is fucked.” “y/n literally about to enter her lover era and then here comes hasan, spitting and shitting in her parade.” Austin, Will, Blaire, and Marche all laughing incredulously. while you stare at hasan’s eye, wanting to kill him right then and there, mouth agape. “It’s all in the name of being your good friend, i swear, i know this guy alot, dumped a lotta girls before you-“ “One ended in a scandal” Austin cutting him off, all while they’re still losing their heads laughing. “Is this episode titled “shit on y/n day”, i haven’t even entered my lover girl era yet!” anger disguised as laughter filled your throat. oh, best believe you weren’t the only one fuming. He wasn’t an einstein smart, but he could see through the facade hasan had put up. for fuckssake, hasan felt like everything he had worked for in building up the bond with you cracked when schlatt just so happens to destructively appear in your life. It was real genuine concern, he didn’t want you to end up getting hurt, but he also didn’t want to lose you. Schlatt was just about to do that for him. he threw a vase at the tv. “That motherfucking hasan.” “Fucking sabotaging me and shit.” ”he’ll fucking get what’s coming to him.” ”he destroys my image to you, i’ll destroy his image to you.” pointing at your face through the broken tv. Schlatt got onto his connections, ordering them to dig up bones stored away in his closet. Bones that you didn’t bother to know, or you just never really had the awareness of existing. Payed big bucks for a renowned journalist and a credible enough publishing site. “Hasan Piker’s seedy, sex-obsessed life.” you read through the screen of your phone. You really thought he was a decent man, at least. You felt sicker and sicker in your stomach, reading through the article. You thought that schlatt was just exaggerating about how bad the article was, asking if you had read it, and if hasan knows about it. Bad, you knew he was this playboy, fratboy motherfucker under his feminist face, but all of this, was fucking bad. The fear& crew gathered around the table to discuss damage control, maybe he could excuse himself that he’s to attend another election campaign, or to do a debate overseas. Maybe he could brush it off and say that the opposite side is just trying to stain his reputation, deeming his campaigning useless for the man that he is. He couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck what the public thinks of him.

He had faced so much fake accusations that he had started to subtlety sweep the real ones with it too, and while he knows the public will believe it's just another way to for haters to try and tank his reputation, you believed the article, and that's what had hit him the most.

The silence radiated by everyone on the room had long gone confirmed the article.

They know, and they couldn't give a fuck.

Business as usual.

You now, left wandering if hasan truly meant that he ever cared for you and all the conversations shared with eachother.

“I wanna say sorry, you shouldn't have had to read that.”

“i know hasan, and it's so fucking bad!”

“i've changed, y/n.”

“I know, but you hiding who you are and lying about it just brings you back to the person you've "supposedly" changed.”

“i can't fucking believe you, hasan.” Staring at him, trying to not show anything, but the disappointment was so evident, it's like the sky got colored with the most putrid shade of green. While hasan's stressed out on the how to atleast save the friendship. Schlatt was smiling ear to ear as you reported the chaos that had ensued in the fear& house. “i just wasn’t expecting that from him, im not angry or anything, that’s not my place to be. Im just so disappointed.” leaning on his kitchen counter you knew your place, not in hasan’s business. God, you really are his girl. “especially after what he said about you on the pod.” Starting to slouch, nursing a bottle of wine, taking a few swigs after each few minutes. “Well, you know, doll. Those kind of people like hasan just like to project. They present themselves as confident men to forget things they’re insecure of.” Like him. Looming towards your back, massaging your tense, tired shoulders. “i don’t know, schlatt.” “Made me want to trust people less.” ”what about your trust on me, toots?” ”you know you’d never lost that.”

Back to the present: He doesn’t know where you’ve wandered, probably checking up on your bridesmaids. He’s decided that there is no better company than hasan himself. “congratulations on the wedding, man.” ”really gave it your all, huh?” leaning towards him, voice laced with mockery. Of course, they’ve pretended to be all civil around you or things you’re aware of. Something about egotistical men is, they never forget. “She really wanted these florals, you know. Spent almost 100 grant in these.” “Laying the boasting thick today, huh?” ”Only want the best for the wife. My Wife.”

Honeymoon was where it started. Schlatt began leaving so much hints, you’d be a dumb tea towel if you don't know what he’s referring to.

“Look at that little dude, love.” “Who?” ”the little boy wearing that baseball fit, quite nice, toots.” Who could’ve guessed it, the honeymoon was at japan. Somehow landing through the middle of a march of pre-schoolers on their “what do you want to be” walk. ”imagined one of those kids were ours, would be so sweet, toots.” ”oh yeah?” Looking smugly over him ”i’ve been imagining what our kids will look like, babe, what do ya think?” ”hmm?” ”how about we find out.” He fucked you raw and hard and started spouting domestic thoughts on your ears. don’t get me started on the babies he saw in the street. ”that would be so nice.” ”what would be nice?” Interrupting your husband’s daydreaming. ”imagine our next trip here next year toots.” ”like what.” ”we’d be carrying our little love here, too.” ”you really couldn’t wait for it huh, bub?” ”hmm.” Wrapping his arms on your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, gently swinging you to the tune of the nearby shop.

Schlatt didn’t bother take any more longer in getting in the work into building his family, right after coming home, he went right on business.

“you fucking want this huh?” ”getting pounded all over the house.” ”you’d give me the most beautiful babies huh, toots?” ”yes, daddy.” ”wanna give you so many babies.”

When you both found out about the pregnancy, just a month into the marriage, he couldn’t be more proud. He started dreaming the amount of kids you’d bear and how the silent house will soon turn into a madhouse.

“How many kids you think we’ll have, toots?” staring at the ceiling, just after receiving the news. He couldn’t help but overthink the future. What if you didn’t want the same things as him? What if you regret everything? What if you didn’t want this family? What if you just up and leave him for different man? “earth to you, babe.” ”huh, what?” ”i asked you about why you’re asking, babe.” ”just been on my head for the past hour, love.” ”i think i want 5 kids.” ”really?” Bewildered by your answer. ”but realistically, maybe only 3 babe.” ”never told me you wanted to have a big family, toots.” ”wouldn’t the house just be more fun if our clones are running around.” ”well, hold on don't make me sound like im Dr. Evil now, toots.”

Schlatt didn’t intend to keep the pregnancy a secret, so as soon as you got the “go” signal from the doctors that your pregnancy is stable, he had already started showing you off and calling himself a “family man”.

Annoucing the pregnancy was definitely one of the hard parts of the pregnancy for you. It was the complete opposite for J. The pregnancy was leaked by an employee long fired ago, thankful that the pressure of keeping it a secret is gone but hating that the mundanity of the situation is fleeting. “What about it.” first day back on streaming and j is already being annoyed by the donos, inquiring for more information about the pregnancy. “all i can say according to my missus is that yes, it’s true.” ”y’all better believe me when i say you should start hearing that news from use each year.” ”can never let a family man like me have just one kid, plus, the wife needs some kids to occupy her time.”

When the little guy came, it really change his perspective in life. The domestic life he used to egg you on as flirting is now his reality.

The loud cries of your son brought relief to your hazed mind. ”hi baby.” The baby seemingly knowing that’s mom, started to calm his crying. For schlatt, looking over you and the baby, relief wasn’t what he felt, change is what he felt. A hundred thoughts running through his mind. He felt softer, felt more loving and sappy, he felt so sure of something. That of which is the life you created and will continue to create in the future. He felt home. “Hello, my boy.” Leaning bedside, softly speaking to the baby, pecking mama on her lips and baby on his head. “My sweet boy, you look just like daddy.” cradling your newborn to your chest, trying to calm the infant. Schlatt sat there amazed on the scene unfolding before him. Hours passed. Schlatt still couldn’t believe it’s true. He couldn’t help but watch as his wife swayed their son to sleep. He has yet to touch Jude, afraid of taking care of something as precious as his son. “Daddy, you think you can hold jude now?” whispering through the dimly lit room. “Don’t know baby, but i wanna try.” Shedding the layers of his clothes, now reaching for the baby. Bringing the baby up his chest, he felt the warmth spreading through his whole body. His little bud started to stir and fuss over the new feeling. “You’re just a fussy little baby, huh? Be nice to daddy, it’s his first time holding you.” Cooing softly at the newborn, staying by your husband’s side. “Nah, i think he’s just like his old man.” ”mhm?” ”we both never want to be separated from you.” “you’re getting in your sappy now huh.” Poking fun at your husband. ”just wanna be a great husband and father, toots. Every man’s dream, really.”

Sorry for being inactive, babes. I’ve been so sick this past few days and i’ve just slowly started feeling better.

Please suggest more fics idea since im running out. Im going to be updating my schlatt fic every Thursday from now on, while the ted fic while probably follow up after that.

Extra, extra, read all about it.

The party’s just starting to settle, drinks started pouring and soon, unsaid feelings too.

Eyes locked on the whiskey watered down by ice, ted’s mind is in a whole different dimension.

I mean, sure, i can’t be the only one feeling this way, right? No confession will ruin a bond like us, we love eachother too much to let go if one person doesn’t feel the same way, right? But god damn, that hurt? I don’t think i can handle it. Ted mindlessly wandered the walls in his head. Could his poor heart handle letting go the love of his life?

You could feel it, the distance, the silent shift coming from ted. Was it something that you did that offended him? Did he actually get fed up of your personality? You didn’t know. You were left with an ache you don’t know the remedy of.

“Hey, ted.” Approaching him in the corner of the bar.

“Hey, didn’t expect you’d still talk to me.”

“Why? Is something wrong between us?”

“We both could feel it, y/n.”

“Did i do something wrong?”

Fuck, he wishes he could say you did. But who was he to be offended on you interacting with some other man? Was he a friend, a cousin, a random person. Who cares. But you looked so happy, laughing a some shit that guy said. Are you falling in love with someone?

“What? No!” That last question must’ve slipped.

“What are you talking about, ted?”

“Is that why you’ve been acting all sour?

“Do you love me, y/n?” Ted didn’t know where all this boldness came from, all he knows is that he can no longer bury his feelings, only for it to grow more.

“Of course i do”

“More than a friend, y/n? That’s what i mean”

“Where is all this coming from?”

“Just answer it, please.”

“Yes.”

He’s shocked, an understatement really.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too ted.”

Then, the night passed by way too fast.

Hanging out on a sketchy park way too dark for anyone’s comfort, you both decided to sober up.

“So, what made you decide to spill it all to me?” Looking up at him from the swing.

“I just…saw you with a dude and you looked so happy i got hurt.”

“Don’t worry, he’s just a friend of mine.”

“ i know, shouldn’t reacted the way i did.”

“You got me scared for a hot minute, thought you didn’t wanna be friends with me anymore.”

“Well, i don’t.”

“Hmm?” Stopping the swing, face filled with inebriated confusion.

“I……i want us to be more than just friends, y/n.”

“And you know what, i thought i could settle with being just a friend to you, but fuck, i can’t.”

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t know what i was doing, so i just up and decided to leave.”

“Hmm” humming along through his rant.

“I didn’t know how to handle what i feel.”

“and i never wanted to lose you.”

“You kind of did.” 

“You knew i didn’t want people walking out on me like that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Your actions made me think real hard.”

“I love you, but i don’t know.”

“Im sorry and you know, if i have to spend the rest of my life making up for that mistake, i will. Just please let me love you.”

Your mind was full of racing doubts. Is he serious? Because last week he’s been treating you like you’re dead to him.

You love ted, it’s almost unbearable to even function when he’s in your presence which makes sense why you had feel so hurt when he started shutting you down.

“I’ll think about it, ted.”

“Just let me, please.”

“Okay.”

Note:

When you met J, you can’t say that you didn’t expect all of that. For fucksake, his idea of romance is humiliating you.

“You’ve always been like that?” Asking you as you cook dinner for stream. Unfortunately adding him through discord as someone to entertain you. 

Might as well put his borderline harassment  nagging to use.

“Like what?” Staring him down through your lens.

“Like a goddamn chicken with its head cut off, running round spilling and slipping all over the place.” Laughing while mocking you.

“If i had known you’d just make fun of me, i would’ve never answered your call.” Sighing at him.

“Come on now, doll. Don’t stand there acting like you don’t like it.”

You swear if looks could kill.

“Should’ve just stayed playing games like a dumb bimbo. Just like how i like you for me, doll.”

“Bye, Schlatt.”

Of course, Schlatt orchestrated the whole first meet. Took a lot of threatening Ted to bring you to chuckle sandwich, i mean, what’s the use of his money if he can’t get his girl?

“Gonna have to pull the strings for me, ted. Telling you right now, all of the solutions you’re coming up with is shit.”

Berating ted through their discord meeting.

“What the fuck im gonna do? we already have the whole week booked, we can’t just cancel someone because you want to have her.”

“Don’t wait for me to pull the strings for you, ted. You won’t like it.”

“Okay, tell me what bright shitty solution do you have?”

“I will quit this whole thing.”

“Fuck off, you wouldn’t.”

“I got a lotta money to spend for breaking the contract, ted, don’t fucking push me off my limits.”

“OKAY, OKAY, FUCK IM CANCELING, IM MOVING SHAYNE AND COURTNEY’S SCHEDULE. YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW, ASSHOLE?”

“Never been happier, teddy.”

The first meet was tense, to say the least. You’ve heard about him through friends, just never really finding interest on his works so you never bothered to watch him.

“Hi, im y/n. Thank you for having me here, ted was ringing me up so much last night about this.”

“Im Schlatt. So you from ‘round here?”

“Yeah, i live somewhere in West Hollywood.”

The conversation wasn’t even over when they were interrupted by ted telling them that recording would start in a few minutes.

He definitely shot ted with a death glare.

The episode went by fairly quick, you quickly learn the dynamics of the two.

Ted steers the wheel, while Schlatt controls the break.

Halfway through the episode, they started talking about how they navigate sex life while being a public figure. You chose to let themk speak uninterrupted until Schlatt turned to you.

“What has been your experience with sex since you blew up.”

“Yeah, like you blew up from no where.”

“I actually haven’t encountered that, like all of my past sexual partners came from relationships and they were normal people, too, so this is definitely something i haven’t struggled with.”

“Haven’t entertain a simp yet, toots?”

“Well, the most they could do is send like weird stuff or pay for my bills.”

“You’re smart, doll. I like that.”

Slowly, he worked his way up the top of your social circle. Rekindled friendships to streamers you’re close with, started bombarding you with request to join his smp world, bought a townhouse in Los Angeles to be near you, overstayed party invites. The list just goes on and on.

“just let me make space in my closet for your shit, so you don’t have to keep coming back”

“Don’t be ridiculous, jay, you’re acting like im going to be gone for a month.”

“Plus, i’ve been wanting to go home, i get to miss my house, you know?”

“Then we’re staying there.”

“Why?”

“Don’t want to let you out of my sight, toots.” “Someone might just steal you from me.”

The whole “asking you out on a date/be his girlfriend” wasn’t even his idea to begin with, in his mind, you’re already his, he didn’t have to proved that shit to anybody, even to you.

“Didn’t know you such a romantic person.” Sipping some wine from your glass.

“Of course, i have to wine and dine you first before i have you limping like bambi.”

“Real romantic.”

There was definitely a lot of adjusting into the relationship, from moving in and how you’re both going to manage eachothers routine, to the characters you both have.

“When i tell you to do something, you do it.” Slamming his cock on you, pinning you down on the kitchen counter.

“Yes..Fuck, i will FUCK.”

You didn’t mean to become way too friendly to the men during the streamys, all you knew was that you were walking side to side right after the arguement.

“Fun night, hmm?” Schlatt said as he looked straight through your reflection, watching you unwrap his dinner.

“Yeah, didn’t actually expect to win something.” Paying no mind in his condescending attitude.

“Did you enjoy having hasan eye you up like that?” Looking like he’d put hasan’s name next on a t-shirt.

“What?”

“Don’t play fucking coy with me, you’re out there getting clipped, looking all bashful on hasan’s compliment. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

“How am i supposed to react!”

“React like you have a great man dicking you down each night.”

Hours have passed and he still hasn’t had his fill of you, torturing you now by eating you out like a starved man.

“Do you think hasan can eat you out as good as this, huh?” Playing with your clit while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you.

“Fuck….no baby…he can’t.” Crying from extreme pleasure you’re feeling.

“You fucking belong to me, and all those men? They could wish to their fucking stars, it wouldn’t matter.” “Your body knows it fucking belongs to me.”

Heaving from the intensity of the act, you’ve made a mental note to make him jealous a lot more.

Despite his demeanor, you are his love, you complete him afterall. So imagine the rage he felt when he saw you getting disrespected while doing an irl stream with him. That situation still haunts you.

You don’t know who gave you the idea to rate convenience store in the middle of the night for stream (it was a dono request), but a fucking disaster it was.

“YOU DON’T FUCKING CATCALL MY FUCKING WOMAN LIKE THAT.”

You had no choice but to put the camera down to try and hold off schlatt, unaware that you had put it up were the stream could see everything that’s happening.

“YEAH WHAT THE FUCK YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?  MAYBE SHOULDA TOLD YOUR GIRL TO NOT DRESS LIKE A SLUT, LOOKING LIKE A LOCAL TO THE STREET.” He’s a dead man.

Schlatt threw the first punch, colliding with that man’s jaw. Soon, the man’s turned to pulp. He got his first mugshot that night.

“It was self defense, if someone’s supposed going to disrespect my woman, it’s only me on the bed.” He reiterated.

“Im glad i fucking did it, he was lucky i didn’t have a gun with me.” Looking straight at his viewers

Time to time, you attempt to rebel against his decision, you forget that you’re just a dumb little puppy ticking off the man of the house. 

“You can’t just do that, jay. That plan was so fucking important to me.”

“I decide what you do, and you’re going to stay here with me. You got it?”

“Me and qt took fucking months to learn how to ride motorbikes, and all of that is gone, for what? You can’t handle being alone for a month?”

“Watch your fucking mouth if you know better.”

“Fuck off and fuck you!” Turning away and slamming the door of your bedroom.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?” “FUCKING SLAMMING DOORS ON MY FUCKING FACE!”

You tried to drown out the noise by listening to music through your headphones. Unaware of what’s about to happen.

Grabbing your hair from behind, he pulled you against his chest, quickly getting a hold of your waist. Swiftly removing your headphones to whisper in your ear.

“Did you fucking forget who i am, huh?” “I gave you an ounce of freedom, now what? You’re acting all liberated, forgetting you have a man to take care off at home?. “Who fucking told you to start acting like a single woman, acting like you have no responsibilities here at home.” “Are you acting all bitchy like that because you’ve got no ring on your finger, thinking you could just up and leave me like that?” “If a ring is all you want, you’ll fucking get it.”

Of course, it wasn’t an easy journey getting the ring.

“yeah, fucking bounce on my cock like a good wife you’ll be huh.” “Jay, i can’t do it anymore.” *slap* “did i fucking tell you to start complaining, huh!” 

Safe to say, you’ve got a good enough reason to say no to the trip.

“We’re engaged, motherfuckers.”

Announcing his engagement to the stream.

“Only gave her the best money could buy” calling you up to show the engagement ring. “10 carats, on a gold band, only the best for my wife.”

Soon enough, you’ll learn your place. Until then, he’s just going to have to keep on reminding you that you’re his, not anyones, not even yourself, but his.

“How…many…fucking…times..do i have to fucking remind you to stop wearing all that skimpy shit” pounding mercilessly to you, caging you in a mating press. 

“Do you fucking like the attention, huh? *slap* you like men giving you looks like that? *slap*.”

“I’ll fucking knock you up with my kids so you showing off has a fucking purpose.” “You’d love that shit, huh?”

“So they know where you fucking belong to.”

No amount of talking, spanking, humiliation got through your bratty little brain. You’re hard to break, and that made Schlatt even more excited to see the things he could do to make his little slut comply to him.

Kinda cooked with this

So tempted to continue this but with him as a husband and father.

Finished with all three fics. This, a blurb and a ted fic. Will try my best to upload as fast as possible after im done with my thesis revisions. (still have to fulfill my contractual obligations too🥲)

The flight would’ve not been all that bad, if your mind weren’t as cloudy as the skies.

Sure, your friendship with Schlatt is somehow unconventional, hell, who spends a 100k+ on a friend just because she wants to.

The dynamics of the friendship is definitely different than what others usually see on the internet. You and Schlatt are stuck on a loop of insulting eachother, sabotaging eachother, and somehow reaching for eachother for love comfort and familiarity. 

You were so sure that whatever it is your feeling is just you getting comfortable with Schlatt, that it could never happen bacause damn! He hates women.

“You know, doll, make it easy for yourself and accept no one would settle for a broad like you”

Laughing so hard you swear you think he had piss his pants.

“How would you know? If only you knew how many indecent proposals i’ve received, you would be shocked that a broad like me is still in the market.”

Screaming at him, laughing at how he reacted to what you said.

God, that made him scared of what is to come. He knew you attracted many people, that you could simply pick any other people more worthy than him, that he would just be a little speck of dust compared to the many people fighting for you.

But god, that life he created for you and him is ideal. Sharing a life with you, creating a life with you was a dream he’d never want to wake up from.

Schlatt vividly remembered the conversation both of you were having before he proposed his idea of the hotel video, you were crying, talking about how unsettling your future is, how unsure you were if anything would ever work out for you.

He somehow still saw what was beautiful in you, he didn’t know how, with your raw face, smeared lipstick and mascara, slurred speech being the cherry on top.

“I don’t know, schlatt.”

“I know i’m not supposed to be here right now.”

Slurring through your words.

“What do you mean, doll?”

Leaning over the railings of your balcony.

“I’ve just imagined that i would be somewhere far from here, that i’d be married, i’d have kids by now.”

“You were really looking for an american dream, aren’t you?”

Schlatt said as he intently looked at you

You couldn’t do anything more but cry. Sure, you were damn fucking grateful for how easy life is now that you have some fame on your name, but that wouldn’t change the fact that this isn’t what you wanted.

“It’s just, this is not what i wanted, schlatt.”

“I wanted to become more than just a dumb streamer. I wanted to finish studying, wanted to earn some college degree to make my family proud, to have my own family now.”

You couldn’t do nothing more but break down on him.

Schlatt knew you were breaking him, his stoic persona soon turned soft, his mind wandering if you were wanting the same life he wanted to achieve with you. 

“You know you don’t have to rush anything, doll.”

Trying to softly comfort you (as best as he could).

“But what if i die tomorrow, schlatt? Would i be happy with this? Would i feel fulfilled? Would i be satisfied knowing i never got to be who i wanted to be for living like this?”

Questioning him through your blurry eyes.

God, right then and there he wanted to give everything you have ever desired for. 

To be what you needed was all he really asked for, god, he became a good catholic man, praying to god every night that you would love him the same way he does, but you just seem to never do.

Hearing those questions slip from your lips, he also started wandering, would he be happy living the rest of his life with uncertainty? Is this the life he wanted to live?

“What if this is all i could ever be, schlatt?”

“I can’t even love myself, why am i expecting someone to love me the same way too?

“You never know, doll.”

“You might just be someone’s perfect dream.”

His dream.

“I just don’t know, schlatt. I don’t think im meant for this.”

Looking up at him.

“I think i’d just never want to do it now.”

“Why not, doll?”

“I think it’s not for me, schlatt.”

He saw the helplessness in your eyes, the bubbly girl he knew is long gone, left with the bones of who really is behind that facade.

“Does it ever cross your mind, girl?”

“What, schlatt?”

“That someone might actually love you for who you are.”

Looking hopeful in her eyes.

Schlatt could barely even look at himself on the mirror. All he see is the man he tried to become. The overly confident, arrogant, and “successful” man he tries and tried to portray. Like you, he had felt that hopelessness too. He had questioned himself a hundred million times why he couldn’t just be what he is expected to be.

Lots of women came before and after you, they’ve swept him off his feet, gave him all his desires, delivered on what they said they would. But shit, he was a greedy man for wanting to feel more.

None of them feel like home. You are his home. 

He spent hundreds of hours pondering on the kind of life he would want to live, a beautiful white picket fence home in upstate new york, 2, 3, or maybe even 4 kids to fill the backyard of laughter, and a wife he’d cherish for the rest of his life.

He tried to find that with every woman he’s been with, fooling himself that if he close his eyes long enough that he’d catch a glimpse of you in them.

This night is different, yes it’s the same routine you both have here in California, drink all day till night, rant about all the things that wouldn’t matter tomorrow, but something in him was so suddenly abundantly clear, he wanted his dreams to come true with you.

Schlatt watched as your mind drifted away into a xanax-induced daydream, he was filled of questions as well.

Will you ever love him? Like actually love him? Do you see him the same way he sees you? Would you ever settle for him? Would you want him to be the man who makes your wishes come true? 

“Schlatt?”

“Yes, toots?”

“What made you decide to drag me to new york?”

“Just saw how California’s burning you out, New York might bring some warmth back to you.”

“Why do you love new york so much, schlatt?”

“It’s everything California wants to be, babe.”

“Hmm.” 

“I know you’ll feel right at home there, sweetheart.”

Hoping by the end of this trip that you’d never want to leave new york, that you’ll actually see the beautiful life you can live here with him

The hours passed by fast. 

Before you knew it, you’ve reached new york.

Exiting hurriedly, you felt the cold breeze brush past your skin.

“Wanna pick up some slices, doll?”

“Wanna show you around places i like before we start filming.”

Walking down the streets of new york, carefree of any problems is what made you so special to schlatt. He didn’t have to think about any problems that will make him feel more bad about himself. He didn’t feel the need to perform, the need to be perfect. Because to you, he’s just j, your j.

Munching on the pizza that schlatt’s been raving about, rambling about life is what made schlatt special to you. You could look like shit, feel like shit, have a whole breakdown in front of him, his opinion of who you are wouldn’t change, you’re still the doll he would give his all to.

You weren’t a dummy, of course you are aware of how schlatt just melt in front of you, that made you feel special, he never did ask for anything in return, because you are more than enough to make it all worth it for him.

“What did i tell you about, toots? I told you, you would feel right at home here.”

“Yeah, yeah, i know.”

“You might need to start house hunting here, toots. Let me tell ya, this time of the year is the best.

Hopeful that his joke will somehow convince you.

“Stop playing with me, j, first you convince me into filming with you here, now, living in here, too?”

Playfully swatting him in the chest.

“Wouldn’t that be fun, doll? I could just drag you ‘round here doing all sort of stuff.”

“You know im not for those things, anyway”

Rolling your eyes at him.

“Well, at least i would have my doll here sitting pretty with me, ain’t that sweet.”

“Plus, i’ve just leased my first actual house with my big girl money, im not as rich as you, big guy.”

“Who says you need to, doll? You can start living on mine, then my jokes will come true, i’d actually have my lady waiting for me to come home.”

“I don’t know, j.”

“Are you actually considering it.”

He is so damn waiting for that yes to slip out of your mouth.

“I mean, life looks fun here.”

“It sure is, doll.”

“We could start settling down here, toots, start building that garden you talk about.”

“You really just wanna wife me up, huh?”

“Lemme tell you, toots, i do.”

still trying to get used to using tumblr.

You really don’t even know how you got to this point.

All you know is that you’re on your couch, somewhere in California, indulging yourself with wine and that great edible you got from that dispensary down the street, with Schlatt whining nonsense into your ears.

“But come on doll! It will be a great idea!”

You didn’t even know how you became friends with the boisterous, new yorker man. When you started streaming 3 years ago, you didn’t even think you’d interest that amount of people, for how self-serving and unique (a nice way to put it) you are, you were so sure you’d end up in a scandal in a month. 

But look at you now, 3 years down the line somehow making it to the top, people up and thirsting for your attention, you’ve never anticipated how much and how fast life would change for you. 

“You do know that i come with a great price, right?”

“Nothing a man like me can’t handle, toots.”

With that signature smirk in his face, god you hate that soo much! Or you just hate how it makes you feel?

“Imagine the views we’d get, doll. Plus, this offer is a tax write off for you!”

“God, you know how much i hate making videos.”

Your friendship with schlatt is nothing short of a miracle. It all started 3 years ago, back in your falling apart studio you used to stream in, it was suppose to just be a chill  stream night wandering through a public server in day z, you giving in a dono request for reaching the sub goal.

When a man approached you, so rudely too!

“A great rack you have, woman”

“I don’t even get a “hi” first?”

“My bad, thought you were a zombie, toots, forgive me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Might need to spend more time fixing your woman up, doll, might accidentally kill you if i see you walking around, working with that.”

Hearing his laugh disappear from the distance, your reaction got clipped, uploaded to god knows how many platforms, you blew up.

The friendship blossomed, played more games together, made MORE MONEY together. By now, the fans just expected more and more of the two of you, getting used to the banters you two entertain.

“How ‘bout we start filming the intro now, toots? So you don’t start on playin’ me with that shit that “you don’t know” what im talking about, huh?”

“I know you’re not about to start coercing me into that HORRIBLE idea of yours.”

Flicking his old camcorder open, you knew you were in for a ride.

“Smile, you’re on the camera!”

Pointing it straight to your face

“You know no amount of sweet talking will sweeten the deal for me.”

Looking directly at the man behind the camera, setting your wine glass down.

“Okay, what will?”

“IF I’m going to agree to your little offer, you have to DEFINITELY put me somewhere more expensive than where you and the guys went.”

“Who could’ve guess it? A broad like you is just after my money.” 

Mocking your incredulous suggestion demand.

“I told you i come with a great price.”

“What does a broad like you demand?”

“A penthouse, somewhere with pools, bottles of wine, and a week stay AT LEAST! and you also have to pay for my fare.”

“Sweetheart, you’re really up for draining my bank accounts, aren’t ya?”

Even Schlatt didn’t know how he ended up in this situation.

Unbeknownst to you, he had started indulging himself to your streams months before even approaching you on that viral clip. There was just this something about you that he couldn’t point his finger on, all he knew was when he first laid his eyes on you, on his desktop screen, that it’s you.

It scared him. How attracted he was (and he still is) of you. A part of him wonders if only he could feel it, the pull, the need to orbit you (yes, we’re using that term). 

Well, yes, the start of the friendship might’ve been planned (by him), even he can’t deny the chemistry you had together. From the day he saw you ranting to your 58 viewers about how horrible the day had been for you, to now, seeing you demand all the things you want for the trip. 

God, only if you knew how much he’s willing to destroy himself (and his bank account) for you.

“But, i still don’t know schlatt.”

Splaying yourself on the couch.

“You’re getting everything you wanted, sweetheart.”

“Owner of multiple companies, one of the richest streamers, a handsome guy to sweeten the deal, what’s more to ask for?”

“You know how scared i am of flying schlatt!”

“What if some disaster happens that i don’t know about!”

“Will a private jet cut it for you?”

“It might?”

Looking sheepishly at the man behind the camera

Well, what toots want, toots get.

Schlatt was no stranger to your ridiculous demands, and to be fair, he put up enough with your demands that all of a sudden, a brat just appears in front of him time to time.

“You just got yourself a deal, baby.”

Schlatt laid back on the couch watching you sleep, thanking his lucky stars that he got to spend time with you.

Everybody knows how much Schlatt hates California, but you, for some ungodly reason, makes it bearable, even livable for him, so much that he started overstaying his chuckle week, that he started paying hundreds of dollars to stay at a hotel near you, that he drops anything and everything whenever you call for him.

He’d be lying to himself if he say that he didn’t want this, he wants more of this! He dreamed spending his days, nights, successes, losses with you, but, he’d also be lying to himself if he says that this “friendship” that you have is enough.

After making sure that the trip is all set for you two, Schlatt laid next to you, secretly wishing his lucky stars wouldn’t fail him.

“Toots, wake up we gotta get ready.”

“What?”

Waking up on your bed, barely recollecting what happened last night.

“We have a jet to catch, toots, you know we can’t miss that!”

“I knew we’re doing that, but right now?”

“It’s way early for this shit.”

“Come on, doll.”

“I know you as excited as me going on this trip.”

“I’ve packed most of your stuffs, doll, you’re just going to have to worry about your womanly stuffs.”

(undies because schlatt knew better than to touch that)

“J, it’s 5 am!”

Throwing a pillow to him, trying to fall back to your slumber.

“and we have to go before 7, doll.”

Looking back at your sleepy figure.

Dragging yourself up, you forced yourself to get ready (of course, while bratting on schlatt).

You really do amuse him, much more than he’d like to admit.

Opening up his camcorder, he filmed you getting ready.

“Miss ungrateful right here is choosing to be a brat.”

“Who chooses the earliest flight available, j?”

“A rich man like me, let me tell you.”

He set up the camera in your vanity, seating next to you.

“You know, i’ve never spent this much on a person before, hell, even women i’ve dated.”

“Am i supposed to be flattered?”

Looking at him.

“Damn right, you should.”

“A rich man like me should be wise about my money, and you’re right here making me spend my hard earned american dollars stupid.”

Hiding his smirk behind his whining screams.

“Well, it’s going to be the most worth it thing you’ve ever spent your money on!”

Firing back at him

Oh, he’s going to make sure of that.

After a hell lot more of bickering like an old couple, y’all have FINALLY arrived at the airport.

“Getting the money shot right here, toots.”

“Spent 40k on this thing.”

“J, you have to be fucking kidding me.”

“I thought this is what you wanted, toots?”

“I didn’t know it would cost that much, come on.” 

Groaning like a child climbing to the jet.

“Stop with that attitude and just be a good girl for me, toots.”

Ushering you inside.

A lot of xanax and comforting later, you finally eased up on the flight.

After filming your freak out on the flight, Schlatt decided it was enough footage.

“How you feelin’, toots?”

“Im actually so excited”

“Thank you, j, you know how much i love you.”

Smiling on him.

Schlatt didn’t know if he heard you right, or if you knew the effect that it had on him.

All he could do is smile, contented on where he is.

“You know how much i love you, too, doll.”

First fic and ngl, might regret writing this when im sober.