#bubba writes

So! Reader (she/her) is secretly in love with jschlatt, but due to his bubbly persona towards everyone equally, no one can really tell.

She knows (thinks) she would be harshly rejected if she says anything about it, so she keeps it to herself.

Until one day, drowning her sorrows in alcohol and accidently drinking way too much -in the middle of work, mind you- she starts confessing all the things she actually thinks about everyone, mostly good things, some other not, but nothing serious. And then, jschlatt comes, and sees her like that. He scolds her for being drunk in work till reader grabs him by the tie and kisses him, whispering a "shut the fuck up" afterwards. Jschlatt is flustered in front of everyone but before he can say anything reader passes out.

So now, reader wonders what the fuck she did yesterday to get everyone looking at her that weirdly. No one dares to tell her what happened, so he turns into the only person she hasn't asked... the president himself.

Flustered pinning idiots. If you do jschlatt p.o.v better yet.

{a/n; of course! its currently 3:30 am at my time of writing this though so im sorry if i mess anything up or if it's not very good HSSJJD}

tws: alcohol, kissing

"confessions" - jschlatt x reader (she/her)

y/n had liked schlatt for a while. even though their personalities were polar opposites, she thought he was amazing. but she knew he would never return her feelings. right? he would surely yell at her. so she didnt tell him.

as y/n sits with her back to the wall, half empty bottle of whiskey in hand, she cant help but giggle. she didnt mean to drink this much, but she just couldnt stop thinking about schlatt. the way his ram-like ears twitched when he was focused, the little smile he gave her when she told him to take a break from work or asked if he had eaten that day, even his voice. so she sat there, absolutely shitfaced, mumbling things to herself and laughing. she vaguely thinks shes supposed to be filling out some paperwork or something, but her thoughts are muddied and incoherent. all she can think about is the man she loves. the way hes just a little bit nicer to her than to everyone else, but the way he obviously doesnt return her feelings. the way hes standing right in front of her.

she looks up at schlatt and blinks. the man looked worried, worried as he would allow himself to look towards another person. she stumbles to her feet, looking up at him.

"y/n? what the fuck! you're supposed to be doing paperwork! are you drunk? y/n..-" he trailed off as y/n grabbed his tie, pulling him down to her height.

"shut the fuck up.." she slurred, pulling him down farther.

"what are you d-" the mans protests were cut off when y/n pressed her lips against his, the taste of bitter alcohol lingering on her mouth.

did she just- schlatt's brain was going in circles. did she like him? was it just because she was drunk? either way he wanted her to do it again. when she was sober. when he knew she meant it. he huffed in slight annoyance, face red.

"up we go."

he quite literally swept y/n off her feet, carrying her back to his room and laying her on the bed. she was already mostly asleep, eyes half lidded from equal parts sleepiness and alcohol. she turned over in the bed to look at schlatt where he was sat at his desk filling out the paperwork she was meant to do earlier. she smiled tiredly at him as he looked up, making grabby hands towards him. he blinked, slowly getting up with a mildly confused expression, before seeming to understand. he sighed, climbing into the bed with y/n. he pulled her close to his chest, face red from the contact. y/n giggled and promptly fell asleep.

schlatt huffed in light-hearted annoyance.

"you better remember this in the morning." he muttered, burying his face in y/n's h/c hair and falling asleep with her in his arms.

tws; mentions of being drunk, implied hangover

when y/n woke up in the morning, her head pounding and her eyes dry and scratchy, she almost didnt remember what had happened the day before. almost. as soon as she felt the warmth of someone elses arms around her the memories came flooding back. she had kissed schlatt. and he hadn't yelled at her. she grinned, but her smile slowly faded as her aching brain got the best of her. what if he only wasnt mad because she was drunk? what if he was mad but was just waiting until she was sober? her inner dialogue was interrupted by the voice she'd grown to love, deepened with sleep and laced with amused annoyance.

"you're thinking too loud, y/n/n." schlatt grumbled.

he pulled her closer, taking in her warmth. he couldnt remember the last time someone let him touch them, let alone in a kind, non-aggressive way.

y/n huffed and gently tugged on one of the mans horns, eliciting a groan.

"what was that for?" he squinted at her, a scowl adorning his face.

"you know we have to talk about yesterday.. right?"

he sat up, shrugging and adjusting the sleeves of his white button up which he forgot to change out of.

"you were drunk."

"obviously." y/n muttered, her headache increasing with her worries and turning her mood slightly sour.

he scowled at her, but the maliciousness the expression usually had behind it didnt quite reach his eyes. he wanted to get this heart to heart conversation out of the way so they could go back to cuddling, although he'd never admit that was why.

"im in love with you. now can we go back to sleep? its too early for this."

y/n blinked, e/c eyes wide. she allowed herself to be pulled back to schlatts chest, letting him set his head in the crook of her neck. although his horns got in the way a bit.

"im in love with you too." she beamed.

he would never admit it, but he thought those words directed at him by you were the best hes ever heard.

One collision is bad, two is worse. By the time we get to twelve it must seem so strange that neither of us really knows what to do about it. I bump into him so often now that it’s an everyday occurence. The reason I find it so strange is that we never meet in the same place. And yet we always meet somehow, even in the cold of winter. I’ve spilled my coffee on him several times. Today just so happens to be one of those several times.

My glance falls on him. He looks just the same as he did yesterday. His unusual wine red eyes and dark, raven colored hair are exactly the same. This is becoming something I look forward to every day. For some reason I love to see this stranger, whether or not he has a coffee stain on his shirt. “I am so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” I begin, but I’m quickly cut off by him hushing me.

“You should know by now that you don’t have to apologize to me,” His voice is so gentle. It always sounds gentle to me.

I can smell the cigarettes and tea on him, and for some reason I think that those smells work well together. It almost makes me want to reach out and pull him close to me just so I can breathe him in. “How come we’ve met so many times, and never even asked each other’s names?”

“If you wanted to know all you had to do was ask,” he says softly. He takes my face in his hands and smiles down at me. That smile makes me want to melt. I’ve only seen it a handful of times, but I want to see it more and more each time.

“My name is Mad, love. Mad Chapelier,” His lips find my forehead, and he presses a soft kiss there. Just as quickly as his lips were on my forehead, I’m left there standing alone on the sidewalk in the cold of winter.