SIDE NOTE
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PICTURE OF CHARLIE REAL QUICK????? LIKE HOLY FUCK. OH NO HES HOT!
AND THIS ONE OF SCHLATT!!!!
The jawline. The smile. He's GORGEOUS!Okay anyways continue with the story reading, friends.
When Charlotte woke, she found her vulnerable self resting her head on Schlatt's chest, with one arm around his neck and the other resting on his bare chest. His arms were protectively laced around her torso, making her feel safe and at home.
Charlotte wanted to live like this forever- resting in J's arms with the morning sun shining through the windows. She imagined every morning with him could be like this, and she'd give everything to have that.
Charlotte got out of bed before Schlatt could wake up. She thought about setting an alarm the night before, but figured it was completely inappropriate for their first real night together. Stealthfully, she slid herself out from Schlatt's grip, careful not to move the blanket and expose any part of himself. Once she was free, she pulled the blanket higher up on his chest, feeling like a mother tucking her child into bed on a stormy night.
Then, the woman quickly as she could, despite the stumble in her step and pain in her legs, put on her clothes from the night before and wiped off the smudges that formed on the bags of her eyes. Charlotte feared the man sleeping in the bed might have seen the worst of her state with her makeup all over the place.
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atmosphere // jschlatt
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING: mentions of addiction, drugs, intense cursing, assault "And I believe the atmosphere was made up when you landed here. And froze me in position, thus suspended like a chandelier. Turned my insecurities to wisdom and disbanded fear. ...