Tgc X Vampire Goth!reader Headcanons

family || joel miller

a/n: i'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING. also not proofread, so there are probably mistakes! 💗

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, angst but with comfort, fluff ending, ellie slipping up and calling you mom, joel terrified of having another kid because he lost his first one

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

w/c: 1.2k

Joel Miller masterlist || My Library

When it was deemed that you and Joel would be the caretakers of Ellie and she wasn’t being handed off to those crazy doctors, the three of you were trying to navigate life as what you called a ‘broken’ family. You all had your traumas.

            Joel lost Sarah.

            Ellie lost practically everyone around her minus you and Joel.

            You lost your own when the outbreak happened, and you had always been trying to find a way to feel normal again, even when normal was barely a thing you could remember nowadays. You had to create a new normal, and with it came definite hardships.

            Those hardships featured you and Joel trying to be who you were supposed to be, not just for Ellie, but for each other.

            Ellie had heard you two bickering to the point that she’d find a bedroom to hide away in, and she’d shove earbuds into her ears that she uncovered and drown out the noise with an old iPod you brought home to her.

            “What else do you want me to do, sweetheart? Tell me. Because I don’t KNOW!”  Joel screamed at you. He was tense. He was trying to figure this all out, and maybe that had something to do with you being pregnant in a world where nothing made sense.

            “I need you to BE there for me, Joel!” you scream. “I know you didn’t want this. But I’m not getting rid of it.”

            Joel slammed his hands down on the table, and Ellie could hear the bellowing echoes, earning her to close her eyes. She already knew you were pregnant, but she was waiting for you to tell her. Ellie saw you as the mother figure she lost, a woman who guided her through right and wrong. You gave her advice on love, and you tried to do your best for her, and it certainly was noticed.

            “I didn’t say get rid of it, baby. I never said that. But I don’t know how you expect us to bring a child into this world. We don’t lead normal lives! You KNOW that! We fight to survive every day.” Joel hisses, feeling his own tears prick his eyes. “I won’t fail another little girl!”

            You stop in your tracks and stand up straight. “Another little girl? Who said this baby was a girl? Sarah wasn’t your fault, Joel, she–“

            “Stop, don’t you finish that sentence.” Joel points a pointer finger at you. Even though some years had passed, Sarah’s memory still hurt his chest. He had developed panic attacks without even realizing it, and you knew the topic was overly sensitive for him.

            Ellie could barely take it.

            “And Ellie? You failed her too?” You ask through gritted teeth. “Because if it was left up to me to besides, you did a damn good job. We BOTH did!” You scream. “Maybe you should’ve been a little more careful then, Joel!” You point to your abdomen.

            “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!” Joel screams.

            “I WANT YOU TO STOP BEING SCARED AND BE THERE!” You scream back, and Ellie decides enough was enough.

            She comes barreling out of the room, her eyes fixed on Joel specifically.

            “If you scream at her ONE more time, I swear it’ll be you and me!” Ellie points her finger at him and moves forward to shove him away from you. Your eyes widen.

            “Ellie, this isn’t concerning you,” Joel looks down at her.

            You rest your hands on Ellie’s shoulder. “El, I’m sorry.” You look at her. She raises her hand and places it over yours. You kiss the top of her head and turn to walk away, heading into the kitchen area. Ellie looks back at Joel and squints.

            “What?” Joel asks her.

            “She’s pregnant, Joel. Stop screaming at her. It’s not healthy for her or the baby.”

            Joel’s eyes widen. How did she... Of course, she figured it out.

            “You overheard us.” Joel exhales.

            “Three days ago to be exact.” Ellie crosses her arms over her chest. “I know you’re scared, and it’s okay. She is too. I can’t believe a kid is having to give you advice but stop fighting with her. You two need each other. She puts up with so much not just out of you but me too.” She expresses, realizing she was going in over her head.

            Joel watches between you and Ellie. You were sniffling at the counter with your head turned, meanwhile Ellie was carrying on about you.

            "She is so patient with you for starters. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. She loves you. She loves me... I didn’t know what love felt like until she happened, and she means the world to me, and... And I won’t let you take that away from me!” Ellie suddenly begins tearing up. “I need Mom.”

            She didn’t mean for the word to slip. But you heard it. She didn’t say it too quietly.

            It was Joel who had the most shocking reaction. His eyes doubled in size, and he immediately stole your gaze. To hear Ellie call you mom was something he never thought he’d hear. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes chased the journey toward your stomach that would grow in the coming months with a bump that he couldn’t deny.

            He’d go through the motions all over again.

            He’d hold a tiny little baby in his arms in nine, short months. He’d raise a little girl... He knew it was a girl. He was fighting with you about whether to keep it, but he already wanted that unborn child to be a girl. His second chance came with Ellie. Why not a third? He wanted to experience it all again, but he was unbelievably scared. The panic would set in, and he didn’t know how to take it.

            You slowly turn to look at Ellie who is frozen in her spot.

            “Did you just–“You inhale slowly, but don’t finish your sentence. You nod your head, feeling your eyes well with tears.

            Joel looks back down at Ellie who has tears running down her cheeks.

            He doesn’t waste another moment. He pulls the little girl he saw as his own into his chest into a bone-crushing embrace. Ellie gasps and finds herself wrapping her arms around Joel’s waist. He kisses the top of her head. She had gotten a little taller since the journey had ended.

            Joel finds your face and he motions for you to come over. You trudge forward and Joel wraps his arm around you, Ellie doing the same. The three of you stand there in a tight embrace, tears in everyone’s eyes.

            When Joel releases the two of you, Ellie looks at you.

            “I’m happy for you,” she tells you and hugs you on her own.

            You smile, pulling her closer.

            “Thank you, Ellie... Think you can be a big sister?” You ask her quietly.

            Ellie chuckles, nodding her head. “I think I could,” She laughs.

            Joel looks at you and nods. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

            You shake your head. “It’s alright, Joel. You’re scared. I am too.” You whisper, cupping his cheek as you lean forward for a gentle kiss.

            “Alright, enough with that.” Ellie sweeps out from under your arm. “I can’t deal with that if you two are just gonna stand there and suck each other’s faces.” She throws her hands up, aiming for the bedroom.

            “Yeah, kid. Get a room.” Joel calls out, causing Ellie to give him the middle finger. He laughs and searches for your mouth once more, his hand shakily moving to rest on your abdomen.

            Yeah, he was terrified.

domesticity looks good on you

pairing: ellie williams x platonic!f!reader, joel miller x reader

summary: ellie calls you mom for the first time. (requested)

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF! read if your heart was broken by tonight's episode. it will heal you. fr.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hello! i wrote this immediately following the episode bc i needed to be happy!!!!!!! it is not proof read just fyi. please please please let me know what you think of it; and as always, my requests are open!

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Motherhood was something that you had never considered. Not even once. In fact, you don't think you had the capacity to nurture a human from birth. Lucky for you, there was zero societal pressure on you to do so since there were hoards of infected roaming the earth.

You were at peace with this.

Until Ellie came along.

She annoyed you at first. The type of annoyance that slipped under your skin and clawed you from the inside out. You could not stand her, often refusing to give her the time of day and instead turning to Joel.

Slowly but surely, she knocked down your walls; weaseling her way into your heart. After everything that you had gone through with her, how could you not care for the girl?

Ellie, Joel, and you had made your way back to Jackson after your journey; traumatized and exhausted. But at least you three were alive.

Maria and Tommy were able to put the three of you in a house that you hoped would become your home. You had no plans to leave the safe space and neither did Joel and Ellie.

It shocked you how quickly the three of you were able to fall into a domestic routine. Ellie went to school, Joel worked with Tommy wherever help was needed, and you helped in the garden.

You had not had a routine in years, instead focusing your energy on surviving each day with Joel. But you didn't mind the lack thereof, you lived for the thrill of waking up each day not knowing what was the come. It was the easiest way for you to cope with the way the world had changed over the past twenty years.

The past four months changed you though, for the better. You often looked back on your past self with disgust at how you could act the way you did. To not let people in and treat others with hatred. But Joel taught you how to sympathize with your younger self; how to look at them and let your heart ache. Given the circumstances of having to fight for your life each day, your hardness and lack of kindness made sense.

You had no other choice.

Ellie came back from school one day to you and Joel cuddled up on the couch, his head in your lap snoring softly.

You flashed her a smile and quietly asked about her day. She mumbled something about it being fine and took a step closer to you both. "Were family dinners a thing that people actually did back before-" she paused, taking a moment to think of the right phrasing. "Well, everything?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's just that-" she started, taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. "We watched a film at school and they were eating all together at the table and I thought that was weird but when I said something about it, all the kids- they uh- they looked at me like I was crazy?" her voice trailed up at the end.

"Ah," you exhaled, fingers tangled in Joel's hair. Ellie didn't like not knowing everything, you and her were alike in that aspect.

"I don't know why I asked- it's stupid and like it doesn't matter-" Ellie rambled on, popping up from her seat on the couch causing Joel to stir in his sleep from the sudden noise.

"Ellie-" you interrupted gently. "Would you like for us all to have dinner together? Seated a table?"

Her shoulders lowered, the tension leaving her body in an instant. "Yeah," she sighed. "Would that be okay?"

Your cheeks pinched up with a smile, "Of course, babygirl. Anything for you."

A noise of excitement left her lips before she slapped her hand over her mouth, looking to Joel to see if he would wake. You kept as still as humanly possible, hoping that he wouldn't wake. A second passed and he didn't further stir as the both of you let out the air in your lungs. She mouthed a 'sorry' at you before bounding up the stairs to her room.

"Y/N?" Joel questioned, causing your heart to leap in fear.

"Jesus, Joel! I didn't know you were awake!" you clutched your pounding heart, praying that it wouldn't fall out of your chest. He snickered, rotating his body so he was looking up at you from your lap.

"Family dinner?"

"Yeah, now get up and help me get ready."

The two of you spent the next couple of hours preparing a meal for the three of you. This was the most carefree you had ever seen Joel before. Things felt, for lack of a better word, normal.

It was weird.

But amazing.

Joel laughed and spun you around the kitchen, attacking your sides when you tried to actually get something done. You would slap his hand away, giggling to yourself, begging him to stop. By the end, your cheeks ached from smiling.

Both of you were proud by the end of it, even going as far as to invite Maria, Tommy, and their new baby over to join you for the meal.

You greeted your guests at the door, enjoying playing hostess as you grabbed their coats, ushering them into the living room so you could all talk before sharing a meal.

"Ellie!" you called up to her as everyone took their seats. She came barreling down the stairs and practically jumped into the space next to you on the couch. You slung a lazy arm over her as she leaned into your side, soaking up the comfort of the situation.

Ellie felt as though she was in one of the films she had watched in class, curled up next to you laughing with the adults of the room as the baby cooed in Joel's arms.

"Hey!" you exclaimed towards Joel. "Don't be such a hog, the baby wants to see her aunt and cousin too!"

Ellie felt her heart stop.

Cousin?

She was considered the baby's cousin.

You removed your arms from Ellie's shoulders as you took the baby from Joel's arms, cradling her to your chest and rocking her gently. Her little eyes looked up to you as she made quiet noises, little hands reaching up to your face.

"Hi baby, hi."

Ellie watched over your shoulder, trying to make the funniest faces she could to get the baby's attention.

The conversation continued to roar while drinks were poured, but the little baby did not leave your arms and neither did Ellie leave your side.

Stomachs started to rumble when Joel suggested you move the party to the dining room table. Maria took the baby from your arms and popped upstairs to lay her down in a crib in one of the rooms. She very subtly (not) made sure to set the three of you up in a house with a crib in case you and Joel ever thought of having a child together.

Tommy, Maria, and Ellie took a seat at the table, Tommy quizzing Ellie on the things she was learning in school while you and Joel finished putting the final touches on everything.

You felt him come up to your back, lacing his hands around your body and pulling you into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his breath hot on your skin.

"Hey," he mumbled, letting his eyes shut with contentment.

"Hey, cowboy."

"This is nice," he spoke, pulling his head up.

"Well," you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his chest. "Make sure you thank Ellie, this was her idea."

You could not deny the happy ache in your chest at his bright smile. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own. He tried to deepen it but you shoved him away with a laugh.

"We have guests!"

He gave you a wink before picking up the bowl of salad and making his way back out to the table.

You followed close behind carrying a tray. Ellie cheered as you set everything down at the table.

"It looks great, thanks guys," Maria spoke with a smile, starting to pass around the food as soon as you and Joel sat down.

"Make sure to thank Ellie, she was the one who suggested that we do this," you laughed, giving her a playful kick underneath the table.

"Well thank you, Ellie," Tommy announced, loading salad onto his plate.

The conversation flowed, covering each and every topic imaginable.

Ellie grew quiet as the dinner progressed, eyes growing heavy with tiredness from her day at school and the excitement of the night.

You sipped your drink, glancing over to her to check up on her lack of speech.

"Tired?" you questioned, letting Joel tell an embarrassing story of Tommy from when he was a kid to Maria.

Ellie looked up from her plate to meet your eyes. She shrugged in response.

"Want to go up to sleep?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow.

She shook her head vigorously, anxiety levels starting to rise at the thought of leaving. She wished this moment was written down, so she could read it and relive it over and over again. It was true perfection.

You narrowed your eyes, "Let's go up. They're probably going to head out in a couple."

Ellie frowned, crossing her hands over her chest in defiance.

You rolled your eyes, tapping Joel lightly on the shoulder to let him know you were going to take Ellie up to bed. She wearily bid them goodbye, trudging up the stairs with you following close behind. You followed her into her room and sat down on the bed, letting her excuse herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You absentmindedly ran your hand over the blanket covering her bed, tracing light patterns into it. You heard the found of her soft feet on the floor padding over to the bed, where she took a seat next to you.

She let her head fall on your shoulders as the two of you sat in comfortable silence.

"Thank you," she whispered, breaking that silence.

You hummed in response, "Thank you for suggesting it."

She was quiet again, blinks becoming slower and longer. She lived for moments like this, moments where she didn't have to ask for you to stay while she fell asleep; moments where you just would.

Your fingers wracked through the strands of her hair. You could sense there was something on her mind. "What are you thinking about?"

Ellie sighed through her nose. "Did you mean it when you said I was the baby's cousin?"

"What?" you questioned, turning your head to look down at her.

She pushed her head further into your shoulder, not wanting to look up at you in case you said no. "You said you were the baby's aunt and I was a cousin."

"Yeah?" you questioned, hoping she would expand.

"Oh," she breathed, quieting again. You became nervous she was going to fall asleep on you so you guided her into her covers, making sure she was cozy. She made a noise of defiance but eventually surrendered realizing how warm it was. "Will you stay?"

"Always," you smiled, laying a gentle hand on her cheek before going to sit in the chair in her room. You watched, thinking she would drift off to sleep immediately, but she didn't.

That's when it hit you.

What she was getting at.

You said that she was a part of the family and she didn't know what to make of that.

If to believe it.

"Ellie?" you spoke up in the silence.

"Yeah?" she responded, her voice raspy from the beginning stages of sleep.

"You know-" you paused. "You know you're a part of this family, right? You are family to us."

Ellie felt her entire body still, tears immediately starting to swell in her eyes.

Holy fuck did it feel amazing to hear that.

"Yeah," she croaked, hoping that her voice wouldn't give away the happy tears streaming down her face.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her entire body relax, sending her almost straight into sleep.

"Goodnight, Ellie."

"Goodnight, mom."

Now you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your face as she drifted off into a restful sleep. You stood up as soon as you heard her quiet snores and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams, babygirl."

You shut off the light and closed the door gently, creeping down the stairs. Tears still seeping out of your eyes as you found Joel washing up in the kitchen. His face showed panic the second he saw your tears.

"What's wrong-"

"Ellie called me mom," you cut him off with a sob. He pulled you into your chest as you cried.

Cried for the happiness you felt.

Cried for the despair of what brought the three of you together.

Cried the first tears of motherhood.

Joel shushed you, holding you tight to his chest. Ignoring the swell of his own heart. Damn domesticity and the emotions that came with being safe. He held you til your eyes dried.

He pulled you away from his chest to look into your eyes. "Okay?" he questioned.

You nodded, wiping away the remaining tears. "Yeah."

His eyes narrowed, lips creeping up into a smile.

"Does this mean that I am daddy?"

You smack him in the chest.

"Shut up, Joel."

Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always

18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc

"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac. 

You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?" 

"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub." 

You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips. 

His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good." 

He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body. 

"I told you I was sick." 

He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice. 

"You said sick, not dying." 

"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick. 

He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back. 

You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin. 

"Steve, I'll make you sick." 

"Sacrifices."

You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.

"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath." 

"I'm too tired." 

"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse." 

You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.

"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here. 

"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet. 

He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down. 

You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.

"Stevie…" 

"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much. 

You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough. 

"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises. 

You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap. 

Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing. 

"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath." 

"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days. 

"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.

"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night." 

"You could've called me." 

"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you." 

"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time." 

You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it. 

"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted. 

"Please?" you whisper. 

He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there." 

"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself. 

"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold." 

bf yumi orr softwilly headcannons? the isaac one was so cute 💔

bf softwilly headcanons

of course anon!! i'll be writing for nick in this one, but i plan on writing one for yumi as well <3

headcanons under break

this man is so loving

he just adores everything about you

i think his love language would either be quality time or physical touch

the man just can't get enough of you!!

he LOVES to hold your hand

in public? holding your hand

in private? holding your hand

in the car? holding your hand

he is ALWAYS holding your hand

i like to think that he'll take you out to fancy dinners

he loves watching you pick out your outfit and do your makeup

he doesn't always want to be out at fancy restaurants with you, though

he can definitely cook

he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he cooks dinner for you

it's just fun conversation while he makes some recipe that his mother taught him

late at night, you guys sit outside and stargaze

it's quiet, except for some faint 50s music playing from your phone

long strings of silence are broken up by you pointing out constellations while he listens intently

and then when you fall asleep, he carries you up to your room and cuddles up to you

i feel like people don't talk about tanner with his glasses enough.

the thin-brimmed glasses suit him so well!! i like to imagine him reading a novel to you at night, only by the light of a bedside lamp. but you can't focus on what he's saying because all you can do is stare at him, admiring the slight glare in the lenses from the soft lamp light.

i need to see more of t with his glasses on <3

might write an eddie munson x emetophobic!reader, just as a comfort thing for myself. i find it comforting imagining my favorite characters helping me through nausea spells and whatnot

besties, i have moved into my miguel o'hara moment

“eddie should be back in s5!” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s metallica.

currently working on a full smut fic where reader and eddie grind on his hellfire throne <3

twelve am scenarios: jschlatt edition.

this is for the people who wanted schlatt (sunglasses emoji), did I put this in the same settings as the ted one….absolutely…

has this been sitting in my drafts unfinished! also absolutely, however now is done.

teacher!jschlatt x gn!teacher!reader (not fully proofread)

there is two parts to this one like teds but I’ll see how this one goes before posting the second half LMAO

ꕥ schlatt and teaching teens….two things I don’t think should go together but in theory.

ꕥ one of the three and only computer teachers that actually knows what he’s doing, he’s also kind of the only teacher that literally never has a lesson plan lined up. he goes to ted 24/7 for help but ted lowkey got sick of it.

ꕥ recently you had visited ted because you had accidentally fucked up your keyboard and didn’t know how to fix it, he said he’d stop by during lunch to check it out. (completely forgot to do so)

ꕥ ted…absolute mastermind, used this as an excuse to set you guys up. he’s been waiting for this one (turn it up!)

ꕥ you were in the english department and you taught adventurers in literature, most of your lesson plans and units consisted of different fiction books like the hunger games, percy jackson, and ect. so you and ted often shared ideas and or books for your classes.

ꕥ only downside is that you weren’t very social. you didn’t really speak to anyone you didn’t know or were comfortable with, so that lead to you mostly ignoring other teachers. other staff members deemed you as antisocial and grumpy.

ꕥ ted has started sending schlatt to you for lesson plan help. the first time it threw you off because you were in the middle of eating lunch and he just barged into your classroom.

ꕥ schlatt explained that ted sent him over. he was very confused because you were a literal ball of sunshine to him. explained sever ways to do the plans, you even emailed him a lesson plan template and explained how to use it. told him if he ever needed help again he could always come back.

ꕥ this mf is not paying attention to what you’re saying but rather just you in general. the way you look, to the way you talked, and to the way you were so kind to him instead of your normal tone to other teachers. instantly gained a cheeky crush on a second.

ꕥ now your students literally never shut up about you and they loved your teaching a lot, however you did have some students on the baseball team.

ꕥ days they would have away games you would let them early so they could catch the game bus. you did this with all I’ve your other students in sports, choir, and theater. you’ve even given them good luck goodie bags. you’ve never had an issues with any of your students.

ꕥ unfortunately one of your students grades were slipping and told him he would be able to keep playing unless he kept them up or at least passing. coach did not like the fact you basically threatened (if you can even call it that, you simply pulled him aside and said to get the grades up in the nicest way possible) one of his best players.

ꕥ long behold that’s how you ended up with schlatt literally busting into your room again in the middle of your lunch. bro goes on a whole ramble about baseball and how you were being a negative nancy like everyone else says you are. lowkey hurts your feelings with that one.

ꕥ i’m talking full on rant however this man is so flustered over you he can not even make a coherent sentence. you yourself also can not keep a straight face either.

ꕥ you cut him a deal saying that if he fixes your keyboard you’ll let the student slide. he very much so takes that deal and absolutely runs with it. does he fix it? yes. was there consequences of the actions? yes.

ꕥ he visits you every free period he has to ‘insure your keyboard is just fine’. lingers in your classroom to try to talk to you or just starts talking to your students.

ꕥ your students literally catching on to the fact that you guys like each other. your students absolutely flame him when he randomly shows up to your classroom.

“oh here comes mr.schimp!”

ꕥ schlatt 100% flaming your students back. prime definition of fuck around and find out.

ꕥ schlatt leaving really really bad doodles on your white board and random notes. most of the time it’s infact not school appropriate but thank god you teach high school students.

ꕥ bonus of him trying to draw jambo and the new guy and inviting you to dinner. it works because you gladly take the offer.

ꕥ meeting the cats for the first time omg.

ꕥ if there would be days when you were trying to figure out your next unit you would have him come over make him listen to you read whatever book you had picked to see if it was good.

ꕥ bro is snoozed, the sound of your voice reading soothed him so well. when there’s times that he’s stressed over losing a game he literally makes you read him to sleep because if not it’s going down a very different path-

ꕥ if you’re having computer problems he probably helps you. literally gets you a new keyboard because it keeps breaking and it’s holding onto dear life.

ꕥ when the other stuff members catch wind of your relationship the are genuinely confused. it’s the I hate everyone but you trope for the both of you if I’m honest.

ꕥ him have a literal hour long phone call with ted about you.

ꕥ schlatt would be the typa guy to rub it in another staff member’s face who also had a thing for you. bro is bragging out the ass about you. the teachers lounge gossip is about to go crazzyy.

“they’re reading me bed time stories and your in her spam inbox, we are not the same.”

ꕥ 100% asks to come to the home games when you can. if you show up he literally shows out for sure. he’s without a doubt putting on a major big tuff guy act. the players literally be like ??? because he’s normally not as crazy as he is when you’re not there to watch.

ꕥ schlatt having to explain what’s even going on in the game for you to understand.

ꕥ he probably stores sunflower seeds in one of your desk drawers. also uses it as an extra excuse to visit you. especially on games days you kinda brush him off if you’re busy thought.

“but you are still coming to the big game, toots?”

ꕥ oh and if you show up to away games??? it’s so on. and if they win??? it’s so over for you. that’s all I’ll say. end tweet.

ꕥ when it’s homecoming week and it’s spirit day, you show up in one of the school color’s basketball crewneck that you definitely stole from schlatts closet. no one needs to know that.

ꕥ you listen to him venting about coaching or if the had a really bad game play. if he starts putting himself down you shut it down so fast.

ꕥ i think that’s his “I’m in love with you” moment. you didn’t have to sit and listen to him rant. you didn’t have to show up to any of the games even if it’s home or away. you especially didn’t have to praise and compliment him on something he most likely didn’t deserve it for.

ꕥ however you did and that meant everything.

do I want to make this into a fic so badly? yes,

will I? maybe, in that’s what the people want.