#chucklesandwich

[floatingmegane]

JUST BECAUSE

I'm a chuckle listener and combining my 2 interests is a very artist thing to do of me LMAOAOAOAOAO

I HAVE FREE WILL LEAVE ME BE,,

[schlattslonghairytoes]

ted nivison

smut~🎥 fluff~🧸 angst~💌

content creator ted x actress reader

your really cool...

camp counselor ted x camp counselor reader

first day

college student ted x college student reader

coming soon 💯 🔜

[espresso-lessdepresso]

I wanna use this pic as a header for a fic but that fucking dummy in the background is so fucked man like what the hell man

[lessenedhope]

Imagin if like,,, IronMouse,,but like ,,,more iron and more mous

It eated my homework☹️

[renranram]

can you pwease do some ted nivision / schlatt / charlie angst about them and reader having a stupid and petty argument that ensues over to recording where you can tell there's somethinf going on but can't tell whether its banter or not-

i just want some good classic argument angst 🤭

Pick who?

sfw !

fem!reader x ted x schlatt

rei writes angst for a while then failing miserably

@.giggleburger • 10 mins

guys y does the new episode seems off 😭??

#chucklesandwich #schlatt #ted #y/n #charlie

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@.numberoneschlaggotever • 6 mins

↳ replying to @.giggleburger

TRUE IT'S MORE DRIER N SAD, like no banter? no flirts? no jokes?

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@.milkthemilkman • 1 mins

↳ replying to @.giggleburger and @.numberoneschlaggotever

lmao it's either a bit or they actually fought

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you sigh out, reading recent tweets from their latest episode, it was two the three of them fought, you, ted and schlatt

the whole ordeal was schlatt and ted had been courting you, they've been trying to outdo eachother by giving you gifts, flirting with you, compliments and affection

during the past few weeks, you and ted had been hanging out, and of course schlatt noticed, he was blazing with jealous

so before a few minutes on your recording for the new episode for chuckle sandwich, he approaches you

" how's the dates? had fun without me? " schlatt states, glaring you as he crosses his arms

" jay? what are you talking about? " you reply, confused and shock at the sudden confrontation

" you've been going on dates right? you guys hang out like im also not into you " he added, " why can't you just decide already? "

" decide on what? " ted approaches the both of them as he rests his arm around on your shoulder, " oh, your boyfriend's here too " schlatt commented, his tone, snarky

" jay you're getting things wrong.. it's not like that " you try to explain, but ted accidentally interrupts you, " what like that? "

" i dont know, maybe she finally actually decides on who she likes? " schlatt retorts, glaring at ted's hand around you, " you can't just for her out to pick on both of us, she can have the time she needs " ted defends you with a sigh

" how fucking much more does she needs? it's been months, months of us going back and forth, aren't you tired ted? "

" schlatt, you do realize this is a huge deal right? you can't just suddenly confront her at topics like this " ted shakes his head, patting your back for comfort as schlatt pushes his hand off of you

" jay.. im sorry but this isn't just fair " you mumble, " fair? no, y/n, fucking make your decision, make me realize if all the things i did for you was worth it or no " schlatt continues

" schlatt, you're pressuring her " ted states, " im pressuring her to finally know the truth, does she likes me or you, that's just what i wanna know. "

" i.. i can't.. i cant decide right now " you mumble as ted rubs your shoulder but schlatt scoffs, " did sucking ted's dick feel that good? " schlatt blurts out

ted gasps, as you froze in your spot, flabbergasted and overwhelmed but then feeling anger as you hit a slap on his face, leaving a red mark

" you know what schlatt? maybe you're right, maybe... maybe the things you did for me weren't worth it " you mumble, teary eyed, " im sorry if i made you waste your time, you can fucking leave "

ted glares at schlatt, as he follows after you, leaving schlatt all by himself as the man comforts you

the whole argument caused the rest of the episode to be dry, cold and just.. not it, you avoided schlatt the whole episode, talking to only ted and the oblivious charlie

you groan out as you rolled on your bed, blaming yourself, maybe if you could've picked at that moment this wouldn't happen-

a knock interrupts your overthinking, you glanced at the clock, 11 pm, maybe your pizza had arrived? as you get off your bed, you slowly open the door revealing a teary eyed schlatt, a bouquet on his hand

" ... hi " he greets as you look away, " .... hi " you respond as he sighs out, " im.. im so fucking sorry " schlatt mutters

" i know.. i know i was impatient and so fucking jealous, i acted out my anger and im so fucking dumb to only realize that id hurt you " he states, " i should've waited, i should've never said those to you during our argument, y/n, i.. i fucking love you, im so.. im so fucking sorry "

your eyes widened, schlatt wasn't always the one to talk about his feelings, he'd rarely mention it, " it's alright.. if you.. you know.. wont let me have a chance anymore, i understand, im a fucking dick "

" but yeah.. i hope you forgive me " he mumbles, handling you the bouquet as you slowly face him, " .. jay.. im also.. uhm.. sorry for making you wait this long.. " you mutter, receiving the bouquet, " i understand why you'd suddenly confront me and.. say those things "

" it's fine.. if you dont want to chase after me anymore, i genuinely understand- " you were cut off by a hug, " no, im not letting that loser take you all by himself "

" this feels fucking cringey to say.. but i love you y/n, i dont care how long you'll love me back... or never love me back but that's just.. that's just what i wanna say, i fucking love you "

[swaggerscat]

Swaggersouls did another episode with chucklesandwich!!

:):)

[reverse-moon]

I present

Chaos

Audio by ChuckleSandwich + Jaidenanimations

[catn4pp]

Catn4pp 🪩

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[ndotknees]

@tthingamajigg chucklesandwich type shit

I am never going to be able to leave Reddit.

[mc395686]

Gonna explain how I got into doing banner art and the story behind each banner!

So I actually can’t share how I first got into banners because it involves a now canceled creator. (If y’all really want the story I can share ig)

r/MinecraftChampionship

I had made a drawing of every player in MCC. It blew up! Someone commented on it saying it should be the subreddit’s banner, but the mods said no because it was the wrong size. I then replied that I could make them a banner for each event, and they said yes! The rest is history

r/ChuckleSandwich

Saw that the subreddit had no banner so made this one! After posting one of the mods said he was planning on making a banner but liked mine more so it was used!

r/Olympics

I saw they didn’t have a good banner so I made one for Tokyo 2020. The mods liked it, and said to reach out again in 2022. Made them one but it wasn’t used. Was then reached out to after the 2022 games to make them one and made this!

r/JackSucksAtLife

Saw that their banner wasn’t super nice and decided to make one. Jack saw it in a Reddit video and asked that it be used!

JackSucksAtStuff on YouTube

Saw that awhile ago people had been making banners Jack could use for the channel, but he never liked any of them enough to use them (or they were the wrong size). Even tho I was later to the game, decided to make one anyway. He saw it in a Reddit video and liked it enough to use it!

r/KarlJacobs

Saw a post from a mod asking for a subreddit banner to be made. Commented on it saying I’d be willing to do it but it would take some time since I was busy. Luckily no one else responded and mine was eventually used!

r/KingBurren, r/BeefStew, r/YoItsGold

For all three of these the creators shared on stream that they made or had a subreddit. I asked if I could make them a banner and they said yes!

[nvmadic]

WHISKEY DICK - SCHLATT

prompt: schlat and the reader go to a party and one thing leads to another. words: 2,664 warnings: explicit content / drinking / 18+ notes: f!reader

The whiskey just started going down like water at this point, the lagging in your eyes with every head movement began to worsen with every drink you finished, slamming down the red solo cup onto the kitchen counter; the plastic container clattering as it toppled over, your coordination at this point had almost completely deteriorated. Bass thumping, shouting and cheering as people were trying to be heard over the deafening music.

"Another," you demanded with a slight slur as you were heavily inebriated. Schlatt hadn't strayed too far from your side for most of the night. He was matching your pace with the drinking so, in his words, didn't seem like a pussy. "I don't know if I have it in me," he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, although he still decided to shout; his confidence in his ability to keep up with you had waned. He was close enough that you could feel his breath beside your ear and smell the liquor that he had been chugging all night. "Well, then you'll just have to admit that I win," you turned to look up at him with a smile.

he broad, tall man who had against his will, lost a bet to Ted who was dressed as a knight, was dressed as his noble squire. The outfit would have made a bit more sense had Ted not vanished halfway through the night to be found in an intoxicated slumber, recklessly planted in a flower patch in the yard. Schlatt had ditched most of his outfit only a few hours into the evening, only leaving him wearing a white linen collared lace-up shirt which sat quite snugly along his large shoulders. Sheathed and attached to his plain black pants was a cheap and flimsy plastic sword. His brown curls let loose with the odd strand sticking to the thin layer of sweat that had started to accumulate on his forehead, which he would try and prevent by periodically combing his fingers through his hair and pushing it back.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff, and stared down at you for a brief moment, either contemplating his life choices or taking it as an excuse to stare at you as he had been since the moment you arrived. A cheap sexy nun outfit, the sort you could find at Target or Spirit Halloween. You rolled a wheel on your Twitch stream the night before for your viewers to decide what your outfit should be and it ultimately ended up winning. Indifferent, you wore it as you looked good in it anyway. It wasn't anything special by any means but boy did he think it looked special on you.

"If I die from alcohol poisoning I'm blaming it on you," he smirked as he handed over his empty cup for you to refill with the bottle of Jim Beam which was making its way to becoming empty. Without trying to make a mess you refilled the cups, handing one back to the big guy who was still intently watching you, a drunken glaze over his eyes. As your arm extended to reach out to him, a group of streamers who had yet to head home barged past, haphazardly shoving you into Schlatt. The drinks quickly soaked into both of your outfits before the cups hit the floor, not able to hear their faint clatter over the blaring music and the distant chatter in the other room. "Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're going!" Schlatt scorned the assholes who lacked any awareness to notice what had even happened. He looked down and let out an exasperated sigh at the rather noticeable wet patch that spanned most of his torso. His eyes drifted over to your white blouse which now, completely drenched, had made your cleavage very obvious. The alcohol in his system completely shed most of his shame and proper conduct which led to him unapologetically studying your chest.

"Sorry, I—" you began to speak, clasping your hands over your mouth in an elevated, drunken state of shock. "It's not your fault," he shook his head, "Are you okay?" He leaned in once more with a much softer tone, once again feeling his hot breath on the side of your neck caused goosebumps to cover your skin. You nodded timidly, looking at the parts of Schlatt's shirt that were now clinging to his skin making the outlines on his torso very apparent. "Come on, we'd better go and dry ourselves off," he drunkenly mumbled as his sober persona slipped momentarily. He briefly glared over towards the window which overlooked the lawn where the group of inconvenient and loud boys were now disturbing others in the backyard.

Schlatt grabbed you by your hand, using each other as support as he guided you towards the closest bathroom. Schlatt locked the door before sitting you on the edge of the bathtub and turned around to stare at the state he was in the mirror. You'd partied with Schlatt a couple of times and he was very good at outwardly hiding how drunk he was and it annoyed you because despite drinking the same amount you couldn't handle yourself all the same. There were a few bangs on the other side of the door with a couple of attempts to turn the door knob followed by laughter and some remarks you couldn't really comprehend before they left.

You were so occupied with using all of your energy to focus on unclasping the buttons on your blouse hadn't even noticed that Schlatt had already removed his shirt and had discarded it to the side, both of his hands firmly grasped at the sink and he stared into the mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself. You had managed to unclasp a few of your buttons before letting out a defeated sigh and letting your eyes gaze up towards him, your eyes taking a detour to admire his tensed back. A smile lingered on his lips and he allowed you to stare for a while longer, "you need a hand with those buttons?" he asked, looking down to see your cleavage just about protruding from the top of your blouse, slightly glistening from alcohol that had now soaked through and made your skin slightly sticky.

You nodded coyly, as he began to make his way over. As he turned around you finally got a better view of his front half, just like your breasts, most of his torso had a fine coating of alcohol which caught the light. You must've stared longer than you had thought as he let out a little snicker, looking up to see his self—assured grin, he towered over you trying to attempt to assist in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. "You're too far down," he laughed, his stifling breath catching your skin again. You both paused and looked at each other. The intent gaze into both of your eyes said more than words could, you could hear your own heart thumping in your chest.

Online, you constantly fed your fans with content that just fuelled them shipping you together. Sexual jokes and taunts, so—called romantic escapades, bickering like an old married couple. Your fans loved you together, but like everything online, it was all fake. Wasn't it?

Hands firmly clasping your face he pressed his lips into yours, out of pure shock and the whiskey causing your reaction time to decline you didn't kiss him back. Schlatt pulled away with his brows moderately furrowed. It was almost as if he was about to apologise before you pulled him in again, your hand wrapped around the back of his head, fingers buried beneath his luscious hair. You returned the kiss, albeit kind of sloppy but you just wanted him then and there, Schlatt relaxed into your touch eagerly biting at your bottom lip before unwillingly retreating to get some air. His chest heaved as he stepped back, concealing his wobble as he did so. An excited grin was plastered on his face as he didn't let you go from his sight, taking in every single last bit.

Despite his drunken state he scooped his hands beneath your luscious thighs and picked you up. He moved his grasp to your ass as you wrapped your legs around him. He stood for a moment as he tried to gather his balance. You both chuckled, stupefied by the situation and how you were both so intoxicated you probably weren't going to remember anything in the morning. You could feel Schlatt's growing erection press against your crotch as he carried you over to the sink where he sat you down, both were pleasantly surprised he didn't topple over with you in his arms. Now in a better position, he continued to unbutton your blouse, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red with every button that popped open revealing more of your delectable breasts. Eventually, you just sat in a tiny skirt and a laced black bra, which you did think was a bit too much to be wearing for what you wanted to be doing to that man right now.

He pulled you in again for another kiss, your lips messily meshing together, almost grazing teeth at the eagerness of how long you had both been waiting to taste one another. Schlatt's right hand wandered to your back and he tugged at you, not wanting a piece of paper to be able to get between you both, your breasts pressing up against his chest. Unconsciously he pushed his pelvis forward, allowing you to feel his fully erect cock trapped beneath his underwear. You moaned into the kiss causing him to pull harder and his fingers to wander to the clasp of your bra. They fumbled for a few seconds before he managed to unlatch the hooks; without breaking the kiss he slid both straps from your arms and pulled the garment from you. His hands immediately cupped them.

Schlatt withdrew, allowing his eyes to gaze at your erect nipples. He lowered himself, his tongue grazing over them before he blew on the areas he had just licked causing you to shiver slightly and let an unforeseen moan slip from your lips. Schlatt gave an amused hum as he squeezed your left boob and stoutly sucked at your nipple before moving on to the next one giving them even more attention. Both of your hands caressed his head as he did so, clasping at his hair unintentionally pulling a little too hard as he let out a satisfied groan.

He snaked his hands up under your skirt and tugged at your underwear, sliding it off your legs and discarding it on the cold tile floor. His hands lingered on your thighs as he delicately squeezed at them, his lips once more dancing with yours. "You don't have any fuckin' idea what you do to me," he exhaled against your neck as he began to pepper it with gentle kisses. "I think I do," you teased, using your legs to envelop him and pull his waist closer to feel his hard cock press against you. Schlatt let out an amused mumble, "Can't exactly hide that can I now," he jested before continuing to leave soft kisses on your breasts and trailing down your stomach. "Just fuck me, I've been waiting long enough as it is," you murmured with a smile, not an ounce of nervousness was left as your liquid courage had absorbed it all. "Well, glad to know I'm not the only one," he grinned as he went in for a final kiss, your noses bumped as he enthusiastically slipped his tongue past your lips brushing against yours before eagerly retreating and pressing his lips against yours once more.

Schlatt's hands remained near your crotch, his fingers pressing against your entrance, a gratified hum against the bare skin on your neck as he was pleased to know how wet you were. He pushed to fingers in, a contented moan attempted to leave your mouth before you bit at your bottom lip. He curled his fingers, pulling back and forth slowly, "how badly do you want me to fuck you, huh?" He asked smugly, knowing you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He could barely contain himself, he just wanted to fill you up with his girthy length. However, he enjoyed the power he had, teasing you, you just begging for his cock.

In between whimpers, you went to answer but before you could say anything he withdrew his fingers from you and stuck them into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He used his other hand to delicately rub at your throbbing clit. Sucking at his fingers, his breathing became heavy and he gingerly removed his fingers from your mouth. Batting your eyelashes innocently at him didn't help the situation he had going on in his underwear. He finally had to unfetter himself, Schlatt lowered his pants and his hard cock bounced as he eagerly pulled it from his boxers. He admired himself, grabbing it by the base and pushing its tip towards your entrance. It lingered there, not going any further no matter how much you begged him to. Once again, he pushed his lips against yours, his tongue being welcome in your mouth as his cock bobbed at your entrance. He swiftly drove himself in, both of you letting out a pleased exhale. Schlatt used one hand to grab your lower back and the other lightly planted on your waist. Starting off slowly, he rested his head on your shoulder whilst pulling you as close as possible. He was muttering obscenities and how fucking good you felt on his cock.

The banging on the door started again with people jokingly shouting to stop fucking in there followed by laughter once more. The doorknob rattled a few times. Without giving you any warning he thrust himself in deeper, keeping the same pace but allowing more of his length to enter you. You couldn't help but let out a squeal, quickly pulling your hand up to your mouth to try and stop any further noise but Schlatt disapprovingly put it back to where it was, "let them know how nice I feel," he smirked beginning to pick up the pace.

Whoever was outside must have heard your moan as there was some muffled chatter and they quickly disappeared once more. Schlatt began to grumble as he glided inside of you, your wetness completely coating his cock. The room was now filled with the sound of your wet skin making contact and your not-so-discreet moaning. At this point he was utilising the entirety of his erect cock, filling you up entirely. Neither of you was bothered by dirty talk at this point, you had both waited so long to feel each other and being totally inebriated you were both just focusing on how pleasurable you both felt.

Schlatt slowly became more vocal as he began to reach his climax, his face red and sweaty, he drunkenly scrambled to remove himself from you, spurting warm cum all over your thighs and accidentally getting some on your skirt. His body twitched slightly as he emptied himself, slumping over on you as he grabbed at your sweaty body. There was a brief moment of silence, not the uncomfortable kind, just both with each other's company as you both regained your breath. "Fuck, sorry," he mumbled, "you probably didn't finish," he apologised, kissing the lengths of your slightly sweaty neck once more. He groaned as he began to stand up looking at the mess he has created. "It's okay, you can make it up to me next time," you smiled. Schlatt began cleaning you up with a hand towel he had grabbed from the holder. "Well, shit, give me 10 minutes," he stated, half joking as he pulled you in for another drunken sloppy kiss. link to the rest of my work [x]

[dawninghaze]

Apologize

[dogin8]

Look. I'll be so honest with you rn, speak your truth, there's a billion and one things to criticize schlatt for, and it's totally fair to be uncomfortable seeing people you like or enjoy interacting with him. But Jaiden and Schlatt are. for real friends. Every time she does content with him she makes references to either, having watched his other content or their interactions offline.

And like, she's choosing to be on these shows, she went on chucklesandwich a while back as well and like, that podcast repeatedly has guests cancel for any or no reason without a fuss. She chose to be there, she chose to be in this video as well.

I have so much respect for you i fr don't mean any disrespect or hate by this, disliking Schlatt is super understandable and fine, but I wanted to clarify this, and also that I'm a schlatt liker, and this is a post about Schlatt's new channel, and I'm not 10000% sure why you reblogged this

this is funny to me.

[kajiklikesdoodles]

YELLOW!!!!!

[jmccraft]

Jschlatt!!!

[intern3tdumpster]

MAN IM EATIN THIS SHIT UP

The Cage | Chuckle Sandwich MMA!au

Chapter 1

✎Blurb: Having built a reputation for themselves by dominating the ring and defeating opponent after opponent, Y/n Hunter is well known in the sports of Mixed Martial Arts. Charlie fresh out of college is finally joining The Octave in pursuit of his dreams; joining the MMA Championships. With the help of Schlatt, their team manager, and Ted, Charlie’s old coach, will Hunter be able to train Charlie to win his Championships and become Breakthrough Fighter of the Year or will bad blood from the past knock the team out of the ring before Charlie even has a chance to put his hands up.

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❄︎Chapter: 1/12 •*⁀➷ master list

❄︎Word Count: +1.9k

❄︎Fandom: Chuckle Sandwich Podcast

❄︎Pairing: Chuckle Sandwich x gn!reader, single separate romantic chapter for each

❄︎Age Profile: Y/n Hunter[Mid20s], Charlie[Early20s], Schlatt & Ted[Early30s]

❄︎Genre: mma!au, sports!au

⚠︎ Warnings: Swearing, Conflict, Injury 

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The Cage. Its octagonal shape goes by many other names, but a cage is what it was. Where fighters of all expertise and practices go to truly test their strength, speed, and agility. Once you’re in the cage and the rattling fence gate is shut behind you, your only objective is to be the last one standing. 

If you let The Cage get under your skin with even a sliver of fear, you can pretty much forget trying to fight in it. Charlie’s first memory of being locked in the eight walls was smeared with his own blood and sweat. And though Charlie was scared, he couldn’t back down.

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“Mr. Schlatt, I expected this place to look more… beat up, of course, from what you told me.” 

A giant sign board spelled out ‘The Octave’ in bright red text on the center of a dark wooden board that wrapped around the entrance and frame of the building.

“Oh Hunter, you underestimate me.” Schlatt opened the door for you to enter first. From the outside, this three-story corner building looked like nothing more than like the corporate buildings all over Boston. Although from the inside, once you make past the reception desks, one can quickly notice what sets this building apart from the rest. The walls were painted the cleanest shade of white and two opposite walls were lined with mirrors. Sections of the mirror broke for the windows to see through. Along the walls, organized spaciously were various training materials and equipment. There were racks of weights and for those weights were weight training machines. Treadmills were lined beside each other in front of the large windows. Aside from the locker rooms that were connected to the main training area, there were shelves for the trainers to store their belongings and benches to rest on after a successful workout. Hanging from the brightly lit ceiling were various kinds of punching bags all paced out to avoid any hindrance from each other. This place looked nothing like the old martial arts studio that you saw pictures of. “It wasn’t easy revamping this old thing, but I have my ways. And come on, we’re well-acquainted now, drop the formalities and just call me Schlatt.”

“Formalities?” You looked over your shoulder at him, “Says the man wearing a suit in a training gym.” 

“Well,” He sheepishly looked down at his handsome navy blue suit before giving you a smug look, “I had to wear this ol’ thing to give a good first impression. What would you think if I showed up in sweats to pick you up from the airport.” 

“Schlatt,” You turned, “I’m in sweats.”

“Anyways,” He smirked, walking past you “Let me introduce you to the team.” The two of you walked over to who you recognized as Charlie, standing up from one of the side benches. You had received his profile prior to arriving in Boston. “First we have-” You looked at Charlie, who stood up and looked back at you with an anticipating smile, readying his hand to greet you “-ME!” Both you and Charlie snapped your heads back at Schlatt, who had his thumbs pointing towards himself. “The biggest man here! As the team manager, I will be running this whole show. You wanna organize dates, and venues, arrange equipment, or work on a public profile, you talk to me.” This man had an aura of concrete confidence emitting from him, his above six feet tall stature and wide-shouldered build only added to that. “I’ve got connections everywhere and whatever you need, I’ll find the man for the job.” 

You nod your head slowly at him, “I don’t doubt you.” You were undeniably impressed with the confidence and with how he seemed to be running The Octave. But you weren’t going to let him know that, should his head get any bigger.

“I’ll never give you the chance!” Schlatt turned to stand next to Charlie, “And this, you may already recognize, is Charlie, your new trainee.” 

Caught off guard, Charlie straighten up and nervously chuckled at himself. Raising his all-of-a-sudden-sweaty hand to shake yours, he said “Hi, nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too,” You smiled at him. Charlie may be an MMA fighter in training, but from his face, he looked more like a computer technician who would have taught coding to the students in your university. The nerdy glasses didn’t help either.

“I look forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Wha..what?” Jittery, he rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean…I  haven’t really done anything much noteworthy-”

Schlatt grabbed Charlie’s shoulders and gave them a strong shake, “The boxing skills this young man has are unmatched for his age. Undefeated throughout his high school and college sports program. Amongst the other youngbloods here, he’s only lost once, and that too by a draw.” 

“Impressive! I’ve read that endurance is your strong suit and that for some time you were on the swimming team.” You added. From the profile that you received, Charlie was an all-rounder, well-practiced, and almost above average in all terms of skill. He was a good and quick learner and needed polishing in only a few existing skills. He’s been learning how to box from a very young age you learned. The main overlapping trait between boxing and MMA is that you can strike your opponent by punching them, but MMA allows a multitude of ways to defeat the other person in the ring. MMA is a demanding sport, the shift from boxing will be a lot of blood and sweat and you were determined to train Charlie to be the best of the best.

“I –yeah, I did swimming for only a while,” Charlie started, “Well, I mean I guess I try-”

“He’s pretty much golden.” A new voice interrupted.

 The voice came from behind you. Strutting towards you, approached a man standing just as tall as Schlatt, maybe even taller. He too was built wide from the shoulders and looked strong enough to easily carry Charlie on his back. He smiled at you and you would have smiled back at him but… it was fake. The grin tightly spread across his lips felt forced. His smile did not reach to crinkle his eyes. An unwelcoming tension grew with each step he took towards you. You tried to not fiddle with the loose strap on your duffle bag that hung from your shoulder.

He stopped right before you, and you felt like he was holding back the urge to tower over you. “You must be the new coach.” He held out his hand. 

You looked at his hand for a moment before taking it in yours and shaking it. “Yes, I am. And you are?”

“Theodore.” You let go of his hand, “But I usually just go by Ted. I’m Charlie’s boxing coach. Well, old coach now.” 

You furrowed your brows but nodded, “Y/n Hunter. But I just go by Hunter.”

Ted stared at you – almost glaring menacingly.

A beat passed.

And you weren’t going to be the first to break it.

Another beat passed.

He looked you down and then back up.

“Trying to scare the newbie?” Schlatt pipped in, leaning sideways towards Ted. 

“No, no, of course not.” Ted chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Just really excited to meet you.”

“Um,” C’mon man, don’t do this. Schlatt seemed to feel the tension in the air and he wanted nothing more than to stop whatever the hell was about to go down. He turned to you “We’ve…Uh – had quite a few people here excited to meet you – you probably know that you’ve all over the news and all the sports articles so –”

“But I mean,” Ted started again. His eyes wandered to the side, pretending to recall something important. “You pay the media them enough… and they’ll say that you know how to fly and shit gold.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t know what Ted was trying to do but you weren’t going to have any of it.

Charlie gave Schlatt a worrisome look, and Schlatt returned it with an equally worried and confused expression.

Ted shrugged casually, as though he didn’t just hit a nerve. Completely ignoring the other two, he maintained stern eye contact with you. “Nothing I –” 

“Ted –” Schlatt tried to interrupt. 

“–’m just saying. You pay the media enough and the headlines will say anything you want them to.” He laughed. But no one joined him.

Ted's joke seemed to pierce the cold air. The training room was deafeningly quiet. Everyone save you held their breaths; your chest rose and fell slowly as you fiercely inhaled through your nose. You’ve got to be kidding me, you thought. By coming all the way out to Boston, you were expecting to escape the self-absorbed assholes of the industry –away from the people who always questioned you and forced you to prove your raw fighting skills. 

Ted gazed between Schlatt and Charlie before returning to you. “I don’t know what the hell people see in you Hunter. I don’t believe it.”

Your jaw clenched “Wanna find out?”

“Are you challenging me?” He took a step closer to you, glaring down at you.

“That’s enough.” Schlatt put his hand on Ted’s chest, stepping in between you two to keep you away from each other. Blood coursed through Ted, a deep red rose across his face and neck and he looked like he was ready to grab you by the collar and throw the first punch. Schlatt had seen enough fights break out within seconds during his youth and he really wasn’t in the mood to handle one at this time. Especially not one between the former and new coach in his team. “Knock it off.”

You felt Charlie’s hand on your should, pulling you back. He gave you an apologetic look but you shrugged his hand off. “I’ve seen enough of you shitheads who think they’re better than me.” 

“Oh yeah?” Now Ted was looking past Schlatt, who still had his hand on Ted’s chest,  “Well, I’ve seen enough of mediocre shit fighters who think they’re better than everyone else.” 

“I don’t know what you think about me or have heard but –”

Schlatt tried to calm down Ted, muttering for him to stop but Ted’s voice bellowed over, ��Don’t tell me what to think! You rich fucks skip climbing the ladder, you throw money at the struggles and show the world how hard it was to climb to the top. I don’t even think you can last a minute in a real match without rigging it, let alone win it.” 

“Hunter, please don’t listen to him,” Charlie huffed, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, this- this isn’t about you and he’s not usually like this–”

“We’ll see about that.” Unknowingly, your hands were balled into tight fists, clenching so hard that your knuckles threatened to tear out of your skin. Your nails were digging into your palms, leaving painful imprints for later. “I’m going to knock you to the ground and make you eat your words.” 

Fixing the strap of your bag and grabbing it tightly, you stormed past Ted as he shouted more nonsense at you over Schlatts shoulder, who kept trying to shut him up. Charlie called out for you but everything went in one ear and out the other. Your skin felt hot and you felt your heart breathing at the base of your throat as though you’ve just finished running a mile. It was set. Not one day at the Octave and you’ve already locked horns with another know-it-all. Charlie tried to call you back but you were gone.

“Dickhead.”

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