lunch club + friends one shots

something about him (schlatt/fitz)

Schlatt thinks about how weird their whole situation was. It's not everyday two gaming streamers develop a bond that blossoms into this finicky and gentle relationship.

He's laying in Fitz's bed after a long day fucking around with the Lunch Club and the Misfits. He can't help but be happy about it. His childhood hobby, of making videos and entertaining people with his erratic demeanor and constant satirical bits, ended up making him a living, giving him these opportunities he'd never have otherwise.

It all started with a video of him feeding his bearded dragon.

And, somehow it led to him meeting and interacting with all his idols, making new friends, and even going to Australia when he never thought he would or even could.

It also led him here.

He cuddles up into the fluffy comforter, viewing Fitz stepping out of the shower, a towel around his waist as he flips his hair back and forth to get the excess water out of his hair. He grabs a nearby towel to scrub the rest of the water out of his hair, fluffing it up in the process.

Fitz looks up from the mirror and makes eye contact with Schlatt. He looks away and snuggles his head into the pillow he's grasping, a flush evident on his cheeks. Fitz had caught him staring. He overhears Fitz giggle as the man slips on some boxer shorts to sleep in.

It's stupid, Schlatt thinks, cause they're officially dating and he's still not fully into it. He's not the chad-like Schlatt his audience thinks him to be, what he convinced them to think he is. He's awkward, he's shy, he's all over-the-place.

Fitz walks over to him, sliding gently into the bed beside Schlatt.

"C'mere," Fitz says drowsily, and Schlatt squirms his way into the man's arms, shyly settling his face into the crook of Fitz's neck.

Their bare chests are pushed together and Schlatt notices Fitz is warm, and he feels safe and protected.

Fitz wraps his arms around Schlatt as he pulls out his phone. Schlatt pouts a bit at losing even the slightest of the man's attention. Fitz laughs and ruffles Schlatt's hair. He kisses the edge of Schlatt's ear and places his chin on top of the head of the man.

Schlatt notices every little thing about the man; how his hair is a mix of brown, red, and blonde, how he has long eyelashes that flutter when he blinks, how his voice is slightly raspy, how his hands grip the small of his back so, so perfectly, like they were made to be together, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Their legs are intertwined, searching for a comfortable position for both men as they try their damndest to be as close to each other as possible. Schlatt brings his arms around the torso of Fitz.

The other man begins to gently rub the neck and back of Schlatt. Schlatt hugs him ever closer, somehow tighter as they exchange a wordless conversation that melts both their anxieties away.