tw: implied smut, alcohol/drinking

morning light peeked in through the windows surrounding the bedroom. along with sheets and blankets messily draped over the bed where y/n slept peacefully, schlatt sat on the edge, both covered in sweet dry sweat. schlatt furrowed his brow, watching her gently sleep, taking in every feature, every detail, every movement, every breath. he sighed, heavily pushing himself upwards- only stopped by y/n's gentle hand on his bare shoulder.

"stay" she said sleepily, lightly tugging at his arm. if only he could- it took all his strength just to not fall back into her arms for the rest of the morning, to lay with her again.

"i can't-" he said painfully, "i have to go..."

"stay" she repeated, too tired to see the turmoil on his face.

"you're killing me y/n" he frowned. she sleepily whined something, before her arm went limp, and her soft breathing returned, asleep again. if only she realized how true his words were- how he wasn't just referring to a morning of pleasure.

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schlatt kept his head down, his foot lightly tapping against the wood behind the podium. he reached into his jacket- hesitating for a moment- then giving in, pulling out a flask and taking a healthy gulp of the contents inside. sighing, he put it away- stepping out into the spotlight. uproar- applause- and silence. all hazed over with a glossy shadow of liquor.

"things are going to change, for the better" he smiled, his charm intoxicating the audience, and himself. this is who i'm meant to be, he thought.

He didn't care much for speeches, it all meant the same, just tarted up with pomp and frills. He did however, like when y/n praised him afterwards. How she would hug him and tell him how proud she was. Gentle kisses and cuddling, always leading to something more, all for him. The liquor helped him get through what he had to endure before, usually the buzz would fade before he could get to y/n's , then he could get another buzz, her. However, for whatever reason, he's needed more to get through them- and in turn he was drunk while y/n was with him. He hated being drunk around her, he was sloppy, mean. He got short and selfish. Maybe he was just always like that, but y/n made him better.

He stumbled home that evening- obnoxiously opening the door and slamming it closed.

"Hey...good job today" she smiled warmly, "I made you something," she nervously bit her lip, holding out a small cake for him. "I baked it myself," schlatt silently stumbled over, taking the plate and setting it down. he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly, and burying his face into her neck. y/n could smell it, the harsh smell of liquor was wafting from him. "you're drunk...?" she frowned. he sighed,

"it doesn't matter-" he mumbled.

"yes it does..." she whispered, reaching her hand up and cupping the side of his face. he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. "schlatt- its okay... you said it yourself-" she chuckled, "you're gonna win...and you're gonna make things better...like you promised" she smiled up to him. every word filled him with bliss- and a subconscious ache. he leaned further into y/n's touch,

"don't ever leave me" he mumbled, holding her hand up to his lips and kissing her soft skin.

"why would i ever-" her words were cut off by a sudden kiss, a sense of urgency rose in schlatt, but y/n didn't protest. She followed every move, every kiss, every touch willingly. Every praise, and every order, right up until schlatts crushing weight was resting on top of her, his bare, wet skin connecting with hers, and his heavy breathing echoing into her ear. tranquility.