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uhmprobablynot · 1 year

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HEAR ME OUT jock/bully!schlatt x nerd!reader 🤭

The way your brain works? Literal chefs kiss. I have a part two in the works that adds a bit but I didn’t want this to be too long. Let me know if you want the part about the game, and maybe some,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, other things :)

Part One > Part Two > Part Three

He is so mean.

You watch him laugh in the middle of the student center with other members of his baseball team. Knowing Schlatt, he was probably bragging about a girl that was fawning over him like everyone seemed to do. You pretend not to understand why girls seem to throw themselves at him but his toned legs, tanned skin, and big stature that followed being a student athlete solved the mystery rather quickly. But he is so mean.

Last semester when you were forced by your computer science professor to sit next to Schlatt, he used every chance to prove that. From constantly berating your programming work, making fun of you for minor missed calculations, to making you feel stupid for just not understanding some of the material. You were thankful that the class was finally over when December came around, hoping that you would never be subjected to that again.

Then January came and so did your American History course. When you walked through the classroom doors you almost turned right back around when you saw him already lounging at one of the tables. Legs wide and his arms back behind his head. Instead, you only cursed and sat at a table away from him. He smirked and moved to your table.

“Aw y/n, how come you didn’t sit next to me this time?” He asked. You only glared at him and pulled out your notebook and laptop. Hopeful that your silence would make him move, but he stayed right next to you. The first week of that class passed by the same way as last semesters did. Schlatt insulting you or taking your notebook when you weren't looking. When the first test came around Schlatt taunted you.

“Careful that you don’t fail this one too, we both know your testing average.” Schlatt smirked to himself as he saw you take a steadying breath.

The next class meeting the professor passed the tests back out. You beamed as you saw the 97 in red ink at the top of the paper, but you also saw the 53 at the top of Schlatt’s. You did your best not to smirk, good riddance, you thought to your self.

Weeks passed just like that, Schlatt making passes at your intelligence. Yet, each week you watched as his grades stayed around the 50-70 percent mark. The scores only dropped lower once baseball started, and so did his comments about your intelligence. Instead his comments focused on things that were harder to just ignore.

The professor was talking about Chicago’s ugly law in 1881 and Schlatt smirked and leaned over to you.

“Looks like you wouldn’t have been able to leave the house in Chicago.” You felt your stomach twist. You were used to his comments but that one just hit harder than you were expecting. Nodding you felt tears in your eyes as you just focused back on the board in front of you. “Oh come on,” He poked your side and slowly his smirk shrank as he realized you weren’t backing down this time.

As class was dismissed the professor called for both you and Schlatt to stay. You half wanted Schlatt to be chewed out because she had heard his comment to you, the other half just wanted to forget that it ever happened.

“I asked the both of you to stay because I got this email this morning.” She pulled up an email to the big screen from Schlatt’s baseball coach. You didn’t read the whole thing but one point did stick out. If he can’t pass, he can’t play. Schlatt tensed up as he also read that part of the email.

“Professor-” “Mr. Schlatt please let me.” The professor turned off the board and looked at the both of you. “I hoped that you sitting next to y/n would remedy your grade in my class, but it has not.” The professor took a breath. “I cannot offer too much extra credit as I have more then enough to grade now, but I will offer one project grade and advise to study and do my work.”

Schlatt takes a deep breath and thanks the professor. You shifted in your seat nervous and confused as to why you were here. “Y/n, I wanted you here because you are my best student, I was hoping that you would be willing to form a study group or help Mr. Schlatt.” You begin to shake your head, his previous words echoing in your head. “If you do more than five hours of it, I will exempt you from the final, if you wish.” It’s your turn to take a deep breath. You look towards Schlatt but he was already looking at you, some kind of pleading look in his eye, so you agree.

The professor thanks and dismisses the both of you. The second he can Schlatt is up and out of his chair moving towards the door.

“I have an hour before practice every day, at three. I’ll be in the library.” Then he leaves.

The rest of that day goes by in a blur, the next time your brain kicks back in you're walking into the library. You see Schlatt already sitting at a table with his laptop out.

You slide into the seat across from him and he looks up at you. You pull out your own laptop and pull up your notes for the class.

“Did the professor let you know about that project?” Schlatt nodds and turns his screen to you.

It’s a minor presentation and paper about how a topic of his choice has made a lasting impression on american culture. You nodd as you process the information.

“No -I don't have any ideas yet.”

“Okay,” you both sit in silence for a minute. The project was due before the final, so Schlatt had a good month to work on it. “We have a test on Friday, do you want to work on that some?” Schlatt only shrugs and you slowly start.

“Why is, what do, why-” You struggled asking. He smirked at your struggle before remembering he was using his mean face right now. “Why do you think you are struggling so much?” You whisper. Schlatt straightens in his seat.

“I just forget what we learn in class,” He clears his throat. “I zone out a lot.”

You smile to yourself, “Baseball that mind consuming?” He stares at you and thinks about your words before chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, something like that.”

The tension between you two lightens after that. You walk him through todays lesson. And work backwards. About 45 minutes later your phone starts buzzing with a silent alarm. Schlatt chuckles.

“So eager to get rid of me you set a timer, impressive.” You smiled but shook your head.

“No, I know the field is a good five minute walk so I wanted to make sure you had enough time, I don’t know how harsh your coach is.” He seems taken aback by the fact. He smiles lightly and packs his things. You just watch him. Watching has his biceps move and how his muscles shift as his moves.

“Here,” He reaches out towards you with twenty dollar bill. You watch him confused.

“I don’t want that.”

“And I don’t care, dumbass take it.” You only shake your head and begin to pack up your things. He sighs. “Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow, idiot.”

The next few days pass like that. You meet at the library at three, the both of you study and work on his project.

“Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” You ask him as he starts packing up for practice. He nods.

“The professor is going to make my grade viewable right away so I know.” Schlatt looks nervous. “I really hope I do well, I love playing, I want to play.” You stand up with him and touch his arm.

“I believe in you man, you got this!” He stares at the hand on his arm for a second, hesitating before brushing it off him. He flashes you a smile.

“Well if I don’t, we know who to blame, yeah?” Schlatt patts your head before moving around you and leaving the library.

The test was easy to you. Studying with Schlatt keeping you extra prepared with the information. You leave as you finish the test, casting Schlatt a confident glance as you leave. A silent, you got this, that you hope he hears.

As you exist the classroom you look at the benches lining the wall outside the classroom, and you decide to wait for Schlatt.

He finally exits the classroom and you stand instantly. He spots you just as quickly.

“You didn't leave?”

“No, I wanted to check in with you when you finished.” Schlatt smirks at your confession.

“Well,” he says letting the anticipation build. “I got a 95!”

“Hell yeah,” you yell. “That means you can play right?” Schlatt nods. “At least tomorrow.” You beam at him, happy that the time has been paying off. “Speaking of," He stops for a second. "Do you want to come watch tomorrow?”

His question catches you off guard. He went from barely putting up with you to asking you to see him play within a week? Schlatt sees the hesitation on your face and retreads. “You don’t have to it’s okay-” “I’d love to,” You interrupt. “When is it?” Schlatt’s smile is blinding.

“It starts at four,” He takes his backpack off and reaches for something. “Take this and wear it. I’ll let the ticket people know your name that way you get into the,” he hesitates slightly. “The team’s section right near the dugout.” You take the shirt he hands you. “I have class but, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” You nod and clutch the shirt to your chest. Schlatt smiles again before leaving the building. You look down at the shirt he gave you. The schools baseball jersey. You flip it over curiously and across the back is Schlatt and a big 14, which you only assume is his number. You laugh to your self, he gave you his jersey.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt smut #let me know if you want the other part to this that would contain some spice to it #I really just didn't want this to be annoying-ly long #ily'all #That's all folks - I have spoken

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gojo-mochi · 7 months

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“I want this” “I want that” well I want my throat to be reshaped to the outline of his cock, but we all can’t have what we want in life, now can we 😔

#softy talks to you (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;)#softy spice #don’t let this breach containment #this is only two specific blorbos to me

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clove-pinks · 10 months

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Also this afternoon: slices of "A Fine Cake" with currants from The Fort George Bill of Fare by Amanda M. Gamble, which is adapted from a recipe in A New System of Domestic Cookery (originally published 1806).

The modern recipe is considerably simplified, but it's from a related family of rich, heavy cakes with no leavening agents that need to be baked and baked. I forgot this one in the oven and it was still just barely done. The texture is like cupcakes, buttery and crumbly.

#cooking with shaun #food #recipes #the fort george bill of fare #currant cake #culinary history #it has no spices just butter sugar flour fruits #i would like to think the men of fort george had a nice cake now and then #eta: it also contains eggs

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dykeredhood · 6 months

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November the twenty-fifth: Gazpacho Soup day!

Made some celery based gazpacho to celebrate – remember that it’s served cold!

#gazpacho soup day #the H stands for hologram #it’s so tasty… I went balls out with my selection of spices including a bunch of ground cumin #tumblr festival #food #there are four more containers of that in my freezer for me to enjoy later 😋😋😋#personal #red dwarf #Rimsey posting #ok to reblog

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bonefall · 11 months

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mr bones did u know that some british ppl call garbage trucks binlorries

The British/English dialect is a treasure trove. They really will come out here and make a whole new word for a trash can on wheels, they're like "wheeliebin innit"

Why is the language around trash so indirect? Like, there's no "dump," it's a "tip," a dumpster is a "skip," no garbage truck, it's a "bin lorry," even "rubbish" it's like... these words are so gentle. Even Trash Can, it's "bins." Not "Toilet," it's "lou."

It sounds so clean to me, like there's a minor taboo against just calling things gross. But then like, "pissin' down" is how heavy rain gets described?? Language is weird

Funny enough what butters my jorts the most is "carboot sale." You mean Flea Market?? Why do your cars have boots, what's wrong with trunks?

#I think the biscuit thing also got to me #But everyone knows about that one #But like that one can actually cause minor communication issues #Because when I'm saying BISCUIT I mean BUTTERMILK BISCUIT #Explicitly a fluffy baked good that does not contain sugar #Cookie is the superior term and I will die on this hill #A COOKIE is a sugary baked treat which is not typically fluffy #Like the opposite of a biscuit #And a muffin is a sugary baked good that IS fluffy #But like I couldn't even find biscuit mix in the tesco #but then again i also had to order adobo off amazon because the spice section was stereotypically lacking #fennelposting

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ghostchems · 4 months

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2k words done so far on part 3 of bad idea right? and i haven’t even GOTTEN to the spicy yet

i am crazy i am insane

#this one is gonna be…wHEW #bg3 raphael #Raphael #I’m normal about him ya know #this is relevant bc the last two parts are ABOUT 2k words and the spice is call contained within haha

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chicago-geniza · 1 month

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Stew 👍

#It's pretty good #Not the best I've made but I worked with the ingredients I had #Red + brown lentils cherry tomatoes frozen spinach canned carrots #Plus rice noodles that dissolved and a container of vegetable broth #Seasoned to taste with a mix of Indian and Cajun spices #Tastes like Stew

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babooshkart · 2 years

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a kitchen, wrecked with love

#i will never be able to get that poem out of my head #everyone go read 'baked goods' by aimee nezhukumatathil #and then come back for this extremely self-indulgent ginsy #I've just been having a lot of Feelings about head shaving and bread and fresh squeezed orange juice and girlfriends #also ngl this painting manifested those little hexagonal magnetic spice containers #i now have some mounted to the wall of my kitchen #anyway have some head shaving girlfriends #E I'm sending you a lil kiss #ginsy fanart #Ginsy #hp fanart #my art #ginny x pansy #ginny weasley fanart #pansy parkinson fanart #hp femslash fanart #lesbian fanart #kitchen feelings #u get it

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baronmpontmercy · 12 days

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WIP wednesday thursday wednesday friday?? SATURDAY (let's call it fashionably late, shall we?)

Tagged by pretty much the whole gang! @bladesmitten @hungerofhadarr @ikarons @asharaks thank you guyyyyys woe, vamp boy and doc mcstar boy Deep Meaningful Conversation be upon ye

He stood, and turned to Astarion, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Gone was the lazy, sleepy contentment Astarion usually had after feeding, instead keen red eyes tracked Alexander’s movement, fixedly searching through the minutiae of his body language. They came to rest on the sheath in Alexander’s hands, and Astarion raised an eyebrow, “I hope you haven’t suddenly decided to stick a stake between my ribs after all, my dear. I have to say I’d be rather hurt.” “This isn’t a stake,” came the frank reply, “Or any other sharp object then. Perhaps repay me in kind for the manner of our meeting?” “I have no intentions of sticking anything between any ribs, nor holding anything sharp to your throat.” He sat beside Astarion, and took a second or two to let his weight settle on the mattress, to collect his thoughts and words. “You don’t truly believe I’d actually threaten you, do you?” he eventually asked, glancing sidelong at him, Astarion frowned, “I was joking.” “Answer my question.” “Well I…” Astarion’s frown deepened, cutting a crease into his forehead, “I’d like to believe you wouldn’t. I may have taken the piss out of your bleeding heart and ‘fine upstanding morals’ before, Alexander, but by now I’d like to think I know you. It’s not something you’d do. But I’ve awoken to the chill of a bare bodkin at my throat before. I’ve done it myself to others. And given my… condition, my circumstances, it’s not something I can easily rule out. Not even with… people like you. People that…” “Care for you,” Alexander finished. A statement, not a suggestion. For a heartbeat, Astarion’s eyes widened ever so slightly, then flicked to the side, “Yes,” his voice was barely above a whisper, yet there was a heaviness to it, “That. But I’d trust you to… well, I trust you.” Heaviness, but a deft colouration of fondness within.

#jules sucks at bg3 #astarion #alexander macrionnag #my writing #am I even writing edgy fanfiction if it doesn't contain at least one shakespeare reference #specifically a hamlet one for extra edgy spice #wip #good old early to mid act 3 vibes where everything is still an Emotional Mess relationship wise #astarion like 'hey are you gonna use the dagger you're incredibly possessive of and obsessed with to kill me'

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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sub bucky on a leash?? ugh torturing him w a vibrator as he calls you ma'am and begs you to let him come, using the leash to pull him forward so you can slap him and coo at your little puppy 🥺

I can’t get this fucking thought out of my head, why is this so hot?

Like subby Bucky who just wants to be totally dommed with a pretty pink collar around his neck that's attached to a matching pink leash. Maybe little dog tags that tinkle when he moves. Maybe they have your name engraved on them too, just so he remembers he's fucking owned.

And the way he'd whimper when you tug on the leash and press his face against your pussy. He'd lick you like he's starving, moaning with every sharp tug on his hair and thriving off the way you taunt him. "Stupid little puppy, aren't you? You just want to lick until you've had enough." You try to keep your composure as you're teasing him but God, it's too good. He's frantic, almost overwhelmed and he looks so beautiful like this.

"Yes ma'am." He pants breathlessly, looking up at you with tousled hair and blown out pupils. You know he's achingly hard. You don't even need to see him to know his cock is heavy and twitching between his thighs, begging to be touched but all his attention is still on you.

"You're fucking pathetic." You hiss, tugging his hair back so damn hard, making him look up at you before your free hand strikes his cheek. You don't hit him hard, just enough to sting pleasantly but it's enough to make him moan like a slut.

"Please. Fucking. Touch me." His voice is soft, barely louder than a breath because all that composure he usually has is gone. He's not far off begging but it's so much more fun when you get him all the way.

"Why would I touch you? You're my slutty little puppy, aren't you? You're just here to please me." The gentle reminder makes his eyes roll back in his head and he's humming nice and low because his resolve is slipping. "You forget that this collar means you're mine? Even with the pretty tags? Fuck, you go stupid when you're horny like this."

You're not far wrong and he knows it because he feels stupid. The only thoughts in his head are of getting you off and getting himself off and he knows that exact order will be the most rewarding.

"P-please let me cum." He sounds so broken, looking up at you with the gentlest eyes and oh, that's him begging.

You can't help but smirk at him, watching how he trails kisses up the insides of your thighs like that will change your mind in the slightest.

"No, baby. I want to cum first and I want to cum so fucking hard you make me see stars." You smirk, tugging his head back where you want it and while it's not exactly what he begged for, it's the next best thing.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sub!bucky #I'm getting my hair done on Wednesday #so fucking ready for it #getting some nice fun colours #calling it breakup hair?#I know I'll be sick of it in like... Two months #and I'll dye it back #but for now I just need a fuck tonne cut off the length #and I want fun pinks and purples and blues #just something to make me feel pretty and fun again?#I keep talking myself out of it #but I've decided I'm going for it #I've also just watched a tiktok I can't get out of my head #it was one of those bathroom restock ones #and they were putting everything in those pretty little glass containers #and this person opened 8 fucking bars of Dove soap #and put them in a glass jar #like??? that's absolutely not the best way to store bars of soap #fucking 8 of them #how does that even make sense

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