#jschaltt

farmer!schlatt smells like dirt, wood chips and something rich you've never been able to place.

farmer!schlatt's favorite nicknames to call you are darlin, sweetheart, and honey. sometimes he calls you ‘kid’ but old habits die hard.

farmer!schlatt whose favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead. sweet but efficient.

farmer!schlatt lets you decorate the log cabin you both live in, however you want. as long as his girl is happy. he loves how you're able to liven the place up.

farmer!schlatt takes you to his favorite fishing hole, showing you where he's spent most of his time. tells you that he doesn't even fish half the time, just likes the view of the water.

farmer!schlatt loves nothing more than to sit around a bonfire with you. puts his big hands on your hips and places you in the center of his lap, his arms snaking around your waist. the intensity of the flame is nothing compared to what he makes you feel.

farmer!schlatt is an amazing cook, not to mention, most of his vegetables that he grew himself. there's something about hard work that makes it taste better. he loves getting to cook for you, showing you with action how much he loves you.

farmer!schlatt’s favorite times are when he wakes up, sunshining through the curtains. your body curled into his, your head is placed on his chest, softly sleeping. these mornings are his favorite, because he gets to admire you.

it's not uncommon for farmer!schlatt to surprise you with a bouquet of wildflowers, he picked for you on the way home. a myriad of purples, blues and yellows that now decorate the vase in the middle of your dining table.

farmer!schlatt is the ceo of overstimulation, looooves getting to see you squirm for him. of course, if that's what you want. but he can get a little sadistic with it.

i hope you're comfortable with riding faces because it's almost non-negotiable with him. (unless u r genuinely uncomfortable) farmer!schlatt wants you riding those chops, like your life depends on it. wants his face to be drenched, and god forbid if you try to hover? he's grabbing your thighs, ass, hips, whatever he can get his hands on, and pulling you down. if he dies like this, he'll die happy.

while farmer!schlatt is literally so grateful to have you in any position, his favorite is when you're on top. loves being able to see every little face you make, gets to admire your body, grabbing your boobs, your hips, your thighs.

farmer!schlatt will fuck you literally anywhere. in the truck, on the couch, on the counter, in the barn. he doesn't give a fuck, if you're willing, he will.

The crowds are packed as you make your way into the stadium, clinging tightly onto Schlatt's arm as he barrels through the crowds, keeping an eye on you as you cut through the sea of people to make sure you don't get swallowed up by it. Making your way through finally, you let him drag you through the stadium, smiling happily and saying hi to the excited fans as they scramble in to find seats, watching your boyfriend grumble as he pulls you along.

A few people clearly recognise him, stopping and pointing and whispering to themselves as you trot down the stairs to some seats, somewhere near third base. He slinks down in his chair and pulls his hat down a bit, trying to hide himself as the crowd shuffles in, relaxing slightly when he feels you slip a hand around his shoulder.

The more people that slot in around you the more Schlatt relaxes, the older couples or parents with kids a much safer bet to be sitting around than the younger folks pointing you out earlier. It wasn't that he didn't like his fans, but he was hear with you, and he wanted to keep it that way.

You try your best to keep up with the game as it goes, you're much more into football than you are baseball, but you know the basics. You cheer when Schlatt does, boo when he does, blending into the sea of excited Yankee fans around you as you pick up their cues of how the game is going. So far it was proving to be a good night, the Yankees were doing pretty good which meant a happy Schlatt and by turn a happy you.

As you're sitting, sipping your drink, just after the fourth inning, talking to Schlatt as he shows you something on his phone, people around you suddenly start to murmur excitedly. You look up confused, looking down at the diamond to see what's happening, to find it still bare. The cheering gets louder as suddenly someone behind you is tapping you on the back, the unknown person pointing to the corner of the stadium where the large screen is set up, Schlatt and your faces broadcasted with big bold letters underneath it.

Kiss Cam.

You nudge Schlatt as you laugh softly, getting his attention and pointing up at the screen, cringing when the second he lifts his head the cheers noticeably get louder. You know that some people are just excited about this mid game show, but others undoubtably recognise him.

You see him blush hard as he tucks his phone away into his pocket, slinking down again into his chair as he shakes his head, cringing again when a few people boo playfully.

"Come on," you tease as you tug his sleeve, getting him to face you, "don't be a baby." You pull the cap off his head as you beam up at him, running your hand through his hair and pulling him down towards you, connecting your lips as you hold the cap up in the direction of the camera, blocking yourselves from view. You hear people around you cheer as you two kiss, your lips locked together as you feel Schlatt's hand snake down to gently touch your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze as he tilts his head into the kiss.

you had lived in texas since you attended college at texas a and m

orginally you went to ithica college, but you transfered during your sophmore year

you now had your own apartment as you were out of college

you knew a couple of other content creators who lived in the area, but not many

your closest friend, ted nivison, lived in los angeles, but you went to visit him every now and again

your phone rang, "gangnum style" blasting in your ears and groaned, you reached for your phone, only to be met with a picture of you and theodore from college freshman year

"i need your help guppie." teds face filled the screen and his dopey smile made you laugh

"you woke me up mr grouper." your nicknames came from the first time you got high together and decided to watch bubble guppies

"wakey wakey! does this fit look ok?" he set the camera down and walked away from the camera, he did a little spin before grabbing his phone again

"yes you look very fashionable theo. can i go back to sleep now?" ne nodded but very quickly realized he had something else to tell you

"wait really quick, remember schlatt? you met him during the lunch club era" you scanned your sleepy memory trying to remember this guy you probably met once.

"um, tall right? good looking?" ted nodded and laughed, sitting down at his desk

"glad to hear thats what you remember. anyways, im pretty sure hes moving out to Austin in the coming months, so you guys should talk cause he only knows a handfull of people out there." ted said

"cool. can i please sleep now." your tired brain did not care for this random man barely remember.

"yes, reach out to him ok?" he smiled at the camera

"yes theodore kennedy nivison junior. love you. byeeeee" and with that you ended the call.

you didnt really think about teds call all that much, untill around 3 months later you recieved a text from an unknown number

even though schlatt then tried ghosting you, ted finally convinced him to man up and keep talking to one of the few people living where he was soon moving

over the span of a month you two had been constantly talking, to the point where you were starting to consider him as one of your closest friends

you would facetime atleast once a day, text everyday, and you even streamed twice together on your account

you were getting very excited to have a new friend so close by

then came the storm.

you lived alone with your dog, and you knew your house would not be ready for this shit.

you stalked up on food, blankets, flashlights

basically anything you could get your hands on

and you bunkered down at your house with your dog, getting ready to thug the next few days out

you were scrolling on your phone, on the first night of the storm, power already out, house fucking freezing, and you see schlatt had posted on his snap story

you open it to find a video of him yelling outside of a completely dark marriot

screaming about how thats where he is supposed to be staying

and you were getting very worried, like your new friend who youve never met in person, might deadass freeze to death.

so you did what any caring soul like yourself would do

you swipe up on his story with your address and a follow up message saying "pull up to mi casa papi 🍆 "

and hope he would hurry so you could go to bed

around twenty minutes later you layed cuddled with your dog bundled in over ten blankets

when felt your house fucking shake with how hard schlatt was banging on your door

you walked downstairs, and opened the door, to a giant, shivering, and covered in snow schlatt, who you immediatly wrapped in a hug and dragged upstairs

"c'mon lets get you nice and warm." you brought him to your room where you turned your bed into a nice warm spot for him "i have some clothes for you, they were my brothers so they should fit" you smiled up at him

he hadnt said much yet and you could see the stress seeping through his face, he dropped his stuff and kinda just hugged you.

"you ok?" you laugh as he pulls away from the hug. he smiles sadly before sitting down on your bed

"ive been better ill be honest" he laughed quietly.

"some first day here huh?" you pat him on the back, trying to comfort him.

"you could say that. holy shit i thought that was a stuffed animal" he says looking at your dog

"go change dumbass, bathrooms on the right" you watch as schlatt takes the clothes and walks to your bathroom, you think you even hearhim flick on the light switch.

"do you want a flashlight?" you yell out to him, to which you get a small "please" back in return, you laugh and leave a flashlight infront of the door

you get comfy in the small sofa in your room, as schlatt was not going to fit on it, and your other bedroom was turned into your office. but you didnt mind him taking the bed

he came out of the bathroom minutes later and quietly shut the door behind him when he turned around he was looking at you kinda funny

you began to ask what was wrong before he cut you off "absolutely not, im not kicking you off your bed, get up" he towered over you on the sofa

"schlatt shut the fuck up, your not fitting on this thing, i barely do."

"you have a king size bed, were sharing, me you and that oddly stuffed animal looking dog c'mon get a move on" he got into the bed and waited for you and your dof to follow him

you laughed and made your way over, your dog following closely behind. you flop down onto the bed and look at the man laying next to you

"crazy this is the first time we're meeting" he says getting comfy

you lay another blanket on the both of you as your dog jumps up on the bed and lays between the two of you "im glad ted introduced us" you take a moment to inspect him

you two had called on discord many times and FaceTimed, but nothing lived up to the real thing.

"im really happy he introduced us too."

guys i kinda hate how this turned out