dont cry~ (dadschlatt au)

how it starts

𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗮'𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 *𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵* 𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 *𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵* 𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 🤩 𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

⚠️TW: DRINKING/ALCOHOL

After a while of crying Schlatt heard a knock at the door, standing up, he wandered over to the door before opening it. Realising it was the takeaway guy the man quickly rushed to grab any money he could find.

"How much would this be?"
"£10.69"
"ah, i see"

Paying the man Schlatt grabbed his food and threw it onto the couch that he had just cried on. Sat inside the brown paper bag was a chiken fried rice and a small bottle of wine. Its better then nothing i suppose. Grabbing a fork the man started picking at the food, the only real good part about chiken fried rice is the chiken. Schlatt was never fond of pease or any vegetables/fruit for that matter only really having a few bites of apples and baby carrots whenever he really felt like it- which wasnt often.

Being thirsty, he grabbed the alcohole and popped it open, getting suprised by the loud noise he shook it off and being to lazy to grab a glass he settled on drinking straight from the bottle, very unsanitary but who gives a shit anymore? Taking a big sip it felt better then normal, Schlatt wasnt a massive fan off alcohole really it wasnt his favourite but if someone offered it he would have a glass or two but this was...different? It felt good, it felt grounding amd after a long day of crying and anxiety attacks and just overall so much stress a nice sip of alcohole was what Schlatt needed, right?

It had been about an hour now and the man was hunched over his sofa only ever making one or two noises mainly being a burp or some odd drunken noise, he'd gone through two bottles at this point and still unwilling to stop. The gross smell of spilled wine still lay heavy in the air but at this point he'd completely forgotten why the smell was bad, it had turned comforting to him and he ached to feel and smell the feeling more and more. It took over him and he'd eventually passed out, his third bottle still half empty at his side.

𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲- 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘁! 𝗜 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲

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