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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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help, i’m still at the restaurant (thinking about musician!reader x schlatt)

it’s not uncommon for people to write what could be construed as “break up songs” while happily committed or never having even been in a relationship before, but people are always going to point fingers. it’s only human to try to find the root of a problem, especially when it comes to our faves. who hurt them? who could ever treat them that way?

when you release a pretty scathing “break up song,” people are immediately flooding the comment section of your music video, they’re tweeting about it, they’re posting theories on tumblr, the whole nine yards. everyone is theorizing it’s about schlatt, especially because you haven’t been seen in public together in a while. you’re too busy to hop into his twitch chat like you used to, he can’t follow you to every show across the country, and you hardly ever have a chance to make it back home to him.

people all over are lamenting your relationship, making tiktok edits of the two of you with captions about how “love is dead,” upon other overdramatic reactions, and there’s always a few people in the comments like, “there’s been no confirmation!” “we don’t know them!” “let them tell us on their own time!”

meanwhile you and schlatt are giggling over all of this, and it’s honestly kind of sweet that everyone seems to love you two together. neither of you make any statements, because your new management has been trying to keep you on a pretty tight leash. (it’s not great, obviously, but as your career advances, you get it. things get misconstrued all the time.)

it turns out you don’t really need to make a statement anyway, because when you finally get to return home from tour, you walk in on schlatt streaming. you’re all ready for bed, just in a big t-shirt and shorts, but chat can only see you from the neck down due to schlatt’s camera placement.

> WHO IS THAT

> SCHLATT R U CHEATING ON (Y/N)

> IS THAT (Y/N)???

schlatt reaches a hand out and you take it, and he yanks you over to him, pulling you onto his lap, finally revealing your face to his stream.

chat floods with all kinds of positive messages, so happy to see you on his stream again and so happy that the two of you are, in fact, still together.

“you kiddin’ me, chat?” schlatt says, reaching up to smush your cheeks between his thumb and his forefinger, shaking your face gently, “you think i’m lettin’ this one get away from me like that? absolutely not. this shit is forever.”

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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Thinking about that cliche enemies to lovers scenario where maybe someone insinuates you and schlutt are dating and you're like "Oh, no! 😒" like of course you're not and then schlatts like "ew gross I could do a fuck ton better than that" and you're like "exCUSE me?" And I don't maybe he says something about how you're probably a bad kisser or something and you're like "oh yeah, you bitch?" And pull him into the most lip bruising, teeth gnashing, breath taking, dirty little kiss. And he's just like speechless after. And you know, maybe he ends up in your bed that night but 💁🏻‍♀️

oh this is juicy

you’re sitting at an event with schlatt, currently bickering about something so stupid that it shouldn’t matter, but what else is new? the two of you are always bickering about something.

across from you, someone laughs at the two of you, and when you both turn and look at them, they say, “how long have you two been together?”

your eyes nearly pop out of your head and schlatt scowls. “we’re not together.” you say.

the person turns red, apologizing immediately. “oh, shit, i’m sorry. you guys just fight like an old married couple so i just assumed.”

“fucking ew.” schlatt says pointedly, and you turn your attention to him for 1) being extremely rude and 2) insinuating that even the idea of dating you disgusts him.

“what the fuck do you mean, ew?” you frown at him.

“i mean ew, toots, how else do you want me to say it?” schlatt says, “like, do you even hear yourself right now? got such a fuckin’ mouth on ya. i’d never kiss a mouth like that.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, like you would be so lucky.”

“unlucky, actually,” schlatt corrects you, “i’ve heard you’re a bad kisser anyway.”

your blood boils. “the fuck? from who?”

schlatt only smirks at you, giving you a lazy shrug.

“okay, well, that’s a lie.” you tell him.

“yeah? prove it.”

“fine!” you say, standing up from your seat and grabbing him by the shirt, yanking him out of his seat. you half expect him to protest, but he lets you drag him out of the venue and into the cool night air.

you bring him to the side of the building, away from watching eyes, and push him up against the wall. he looks like he’s trying to keep his cool but he absolutely loses it the moment you put your lips on his, with enough force to elicit a grunt from him. you slip your tongue in his mouth and he lets you, practically drinking you in. he grips your waist to yank you closer to him, the fabric of your dress bunched up in his hands, granting him the leverage he needs to pull you flush up against him. your hand threads in his hair and you tug, and you can swear you hear a whimper.

satisfied with yourself, you pull away from him, leaving him leaning up against the wall in a daze. he brings a hand up to his mouth, wiping away the remnants of that heated fucking kiss, staring at you in awe.

“anything else you wanna say to me?” you ask, your hands on your hips.

“yeah,” schlatt nods, “let’s get the fuck out of here so we can keep doing that.”

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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"Do i wanna know, if this feelin' goes both ways?"

Schlatt x enemy!gn! Reader

It was no understatement to say that you and schlatt absolutely hated eachother. There wasn't exactly even a reason for it, you both just resented the other. It was damn near impossible to get both of you at a party together despite your mutual friends.

Somehow, ted had managed to.

The barbie loving freak had actually managed to get you both to his party after begging you practically daily. Ted was best friends with both of you and all he wanted was for you to get along, though he knew it was damn-near impossible.

So, what would be the first thing schlatt would do when he gets to the party? Get wasted of course.

He had been in the bathroom for a while and since you were still sober, ted had sent you to check on him. After much complaining, you gave in and went to the bathroom.

After waiting a bit and calling for him, you hesitantly open the unlocked door, not before making a crude comment for him to put his dick away.

Inside, you see him knelt over the toilet throwing up all the liquor he had drank. You sigh and step closer, grumbling a quiet "dumbass." as you hold his hair back, the overgrown locks getting in the way.

He groans when he finally finishes and leans back, finally looking to see who helped him and glaring when he sees you.

"I didn' need your help." he huffs, slurring his words.

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that." you roll your eyes "look, I'm only helping cause ted forced me to."

"Well, im forcing you to get the fuck out" he huffs.

"No can do, buddy. Teds gonna have my head on a stick if i leave without you." you argue, glaring down at the still drunk man.

You knew from his drunk driving streams that he had a decently high alcohol tolerance, so for him to be this drunk you wouldn't doubt if he downed a full bottle somehow. Ted bought some pretty fancy whiskey for this party anyway.

He narrows his eyes at you and huffs, grumbling something under his breath and practically pouting.

"What are you? 5?" you snicker and sigh "okay, get up, you're gonna get a nice cold glass of water." you sigh and help the drunken man up.

"I dont want water" he practically whines, stumbling and leaning against you, almost pulling both of you to the floor. You ignore him and help him walk out of the bathroom, flipping ted off when you see him smirk at you before continuing towards the kitchen, most of the people from the party had already left, leaving the house relatively empty.

"Too bad" you huff, forcing him to sit in one of the chairs before moving to get a glass from the cabinet, getting some water in it and handing it to him "drink." you practically demand.

He glares at you but relents and drinks the water, in no state to argue with you right now. Ted eventually makes his way to the kitchen and chuckles at the scene.

"So, how are my favorite people doing?"

You glare at him silently, not answering as schlatt answers for you. "You left me with them!" he slurs "they're such a-..a fucken..Bitch" he stumbles over his words.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not-"

"Okay kids, settle down." ted cuts your arguing off playfully, snickering as schlatt puts his hands up in defeat "idiots, both of you" he chuckles.

"You both are staying the night, there's no way im trusting you to drive him home without dropping him off in some lake and leaving." ted says finally, crossing his arms.

"Why cant i just drive myself home?" you complain "you only have one guest room" you add with a huff

"Call it some forced bonding time, you both need to get along anyway." ted shrugs "tuckers taking the couch, his ride ditched him and hes plastered." ted adds.

You groan and roll your eyes, accepting your fate as you grab schlatts arm, practically pulling him off the chair and making a suprised yelp as he stumbles, almost pulling you both to the ground.

"Need some help?" ted smirks.

"Im perfectly capable" you decline sassily, helping schlatt to the guest bedroom "night ted! Night tucker!" you call out half-heartedly, pulling schlatt into the room and shutting the door.

Schlatt yawns and pulls away from you, taking off his shirt, too tired and drunk to care that you are still in the room. You blush and look away, grumbling as you slip off your shoes "choose a side, i dont care which" you huff.

Wordlessly, schlatt nods and practically collapses into the bed, the soft sheets crumbling under him. He doesn't even bother to get under the covers, curling up tiredly.

Hesitantly, you slip into the bed beside him, laying on the edge to stay as far away from the man as possible. Eventually, you hear him get under the covers and scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his bare chest, grumbling something about being cold.

Your face heats up but you cant bring yourself to move away from him. You feel as he burrows himself into your neck, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin. You shudder slightly and scoot closer to him, feeling the man behind you grip you tighter, his arm snug around your waist. You could smell a mix of whiskey and expensive cologne, the smell practically intoxicating.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep, your face buried in his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

He wakes up first the next morning, his head pounding as the hangover sets in. He groans and buries his face more into your neck before realizing what hes doing and immediately retracting from you, his face turning pink as he scoots away.

"What the fuck?" he grunts quietly, trying not to wake you up or make his head hurt worse. He looks around and notices some ibuprofen and water on the nightstand. "Ted must've came in already" he mumbles, grabbing it quickly and downing it.

He sighs and looks back at your peaceful state, reaching out and brushing some hair behind your ear as he examines your face, the way your lips part gently, the way your nose twitches every little bit. He blushes and looks away "dammit." he whispers with a sigh.

You whine tiredly and begin to wake up, making him jolt and pull away from you more, only just now noticing how close he had gotten.

"Schlatt?" you murmur sleepily, tiredly opening your eyes and looking at him.

He huffs. "What?" he scoffs "sleeping beauty finally decide to wake up?"

You glare "fuck off." you grumble, sitting up and slowly getting out of bed. Causing him to do the same, silently missing your warmth.

"What did i do?" he huffs, standing up and coming closer, still shirtless with his hair a mess.

"I dont know, maybe get shitfaced and make me coddle you like a damn toddler." you scoff and cross your arms, walking to the door, about to leave the bedroom.

"Hey- no-" he grunts, coming closer and holding the door handle shut. "Who said you can fuckin' talk to me like that?" he asks angrily, glaring down at you.

"I did, what are you gonna do about it huh?" you huff, expecting a witty response.

You didn't expect him to tilt your chin to look at him, leaning in close, his lips inches away from yours but not touching.

"There are so many things i could do about it." he whispers breathily, not even he was expecting to respond that way, making him get a bit flustered. Quickly, he pulls away and lets go of you and the door.

"I uh- sorry-" he says, looking away.

You stare at him, frozen and flustered. "What was that?" you question, looking at him.

"Shit- i dont know" he laughs nervously, crossing his arms and not meeting your eyes.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" you ask, tapping your foot anxiously.

"I think-" he cuts himself off "im not sure." he mumbles "im supposed to hate you- i dont even know why i hate you" he begins "but.. I dont really hate you?" he sighs.

You step closer and look at him. "Im not sure i really hate you either.. Last night-" you sigh "felt.. Right." you finish hesitantly.

He gently tilts your chin to look at him again, his eyes darting to your lips, silently asking for permission, once he sees you nod he presses your lips to his.

You quickly melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you feel his (surprisingly) soft lips against yours. His hands rest on your hips gently as the kiss continues. Slowly he pulls away.

"I think.. I love you." he mumbles

"I love you too.." you answer, gently kissing him again.

Woo! Second fic done. Im not great at structuring things and making it so they dont go from hating eachother to loving eachother too quick. I hope this was a decent attempt at it though. Thank you guys so much for all the love, i appreciate it so much!!

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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"I cant fall in love with you."

Schlatt x gn!Reader

Schlatt never was the type of person to get want commitment or long form relationships in general. So, he stuck to hookups or friends with benefits. Still, those didn't last long.

That was, until you came around. Soon, weeks turned to months much to schlatts dismay. He just couldn't bring himself to push you away like he did to everyone else. Something about you made him want to keep you around. Something in him wanted to be more than just a hookup.

After you two had hooked up tonight, he kicked you out, as expected. He almost regretted it, already missing the warmth you provided.

Sat on his bed, he scrolled through his phone, mindlessly watching tiktoks. But then, you called him. He groaned, rolling his eyes. You had only left an hour ago.

"Did they forget something again?" he huffs, picking up the phone. Answering in the form of an annoyed grunt.

"Schlatt," you start, his stomach practically doing flips at the sound of your sweet voice saying his name. "Are you busy?"

He hesitates, Debating if he really wants to talk to you right now. "No, its fine. Whats up?" he sighs, trying not to let his annoyance show as he leans back against his headboard.

"My car broke down and im stuck on the side of the highway in the rain," you sigh frustratedly "could you come pick me up?" you ask. He hums, processing what you said.

After a pause, he finally responds. "Fine, where are you?" he asks, standing up and walking towards his closet, rummaging around to find a hoodie, slipping one on over his shirt and grabbing his shoes.

"I texted you the location." you answer softly. "Thank you." you murmur.

"Mhm, no problem." he grunts "ill be there in 10." he says before hanging up the phone and sighing, running a hand through his hair.

After a while, you see his car pull up behind yours and hear him honk his horn. Your head shoots up at the noise. Your soaking wet hair drips down onto your shirt as you quickly get into his car, shivering slightly. He looks you up and down with a soft chuckle.

"You look like you're having fun." he teases playfully, turning on the heat so you don't freeze to death.

"Shut up." you grumble back, laughing softly. You let out a thankful sigh as the heat turns on, warming your cold body. He chuckles at your response and begins to back up, slowly turning back onto the highway. "Can we just go back to your place?" you ask.

He nods softly and glances at you "cold?" he asks softly.

"What do you think?" You ask sarcastically.

He chuckles and slips off his hoodie, his knee holding the steering wheel steady. He passes it to you "here, brat."

You huff gratefully and slip it on quickly, a faint red dusting your cheeks as you do although you pass it off to being cold and wet from the rain. "Thanks"

"You're welcome" he says, his eyes looking you over before he quickly looks away, pushing away his thoughts quickly. He focuses back on the road, driving with one hand as his other rests on the armrest.

You both sit in silence for a while, his hand slowly drifting to wordlessly rest on your thigh. Ignoring the way his cheeks heat up and how he just barely hears your breath hitch.

Eventually you reach his house but neither of you move just yet. He finally looks at you, his eyes meeting yours before drifting to your lips. He leans closer for a moment before quickly pulling away and clearing his throat. "Let's go inside" he grumbles, removing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. After a moment of flustered silence, you do the same. You quickly follow him inside, sighing as you enter the home you frequent.

He grunts "you can take my bed tonight." he says flatly, not looking at you.

"Where will you sleep?"

"The couch."

"You cant possibly fully fit on that couch" you cross your arms, looking at him. "Just share with me." you grumble under your breath.

He hesitates "fine, come on" he huffs, grabbing your hand and leading you up to his room as if you didn't know the way. Nonetheless, you follow him silently. Entering the room and shutting the door with a yawn.

You glance at him "jay?" you murmur, your fingers still intertwined. He hums, silently letting you know hes listening. "Back in the car, why didn't you kiss me?" you ask hesitantly.

He freezes, hesitating to answer your question. "You wanted me to?"

"I- yeah- kinda." you stumble over your words. "I dont know" you huff, looking away. "I know we promised this would be nothing more but-"

You get cut off by his lips pressing against yours.

This is my first ever fic, im sorry if it seems rushed or isn't the greatest. Hope you enjoyed anyway <3

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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SLEEPY !

summary: ᯓᡣ𐭩 it's hard to keep a relationship between two streamers under wraps—especially when you're dating Jschlatt. or ᯓᡣ𐭩 a sleepy schlatt interrupts your stream

notes: ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a stupid idea that came to mind ᯓᡣ𐭩 tooth-rotting fluff ᯓᡣ𐭩 pet names (doll, angel, baby) ᯓᡣ𐭩 gn!streamer!reader (no prns used) plays animal crossing ᯓᡣ𐭩 not proofread! ᯓᡣ𐭩 use of y/n

wc: ᯓᡣ𐭩 seven hundred

You yawn for the seventh time in the past three minutes, and your chat is demanding you sleep. "I can't," You groan, "I need to catch this bug." You've been streaming Animal Crossing for the past three hours, and you do admit how tired you are—you're usually in bed by now, but this stupid bug that you need only comes out past eleven, and you're determined to catch it.

You and Schlatt decided it would be better to keep your personal life separate from your work life. "I just don't want the pressure of having to be happy all the time to ruin us," Schlatt had said. You promptly agreed—you've seen what the media has done to other relationships, and you were in it for the long haul with Schlatt. You didn't need fans or media outlets to speculate on your personal life, claiming that you're in a couple's quarrel, that somebody's cheating, or any of that other bullshit. Plus, you enjoyed the thrill of the secrecy—the stolen glances and the whispers of sweet nothings behind closed doors.

But, recently, keeping up the facade has been more challenging. Both your and Schlatt's fans have been suspecting something, and in the past couple of days, the tag "Schlatt and Y/n" has been trending on Twitter. At first, you panicked, but your lovely boyfriend helped calm you down. He reassured you, saying, "They don't have any proof, Doll. We're perfectly fine."

Then, your chat was flooded with questions; text-to-speech donations constantly asking, "Are you and Schlatt together?" You tried your best to ignore it—to deny the allegations, but you were scared you were going to let it slip.

"Headphone users," You begin as you finally spot the bug, "Turn your volume down, 'cause I'm gonna scream if I catch it… and I'm gonna scream if I don't." You approach the bug slowly, net in hand, "Chat, I swear to God, if you are loud right now, I will kill you. I will find out who you are, and I will go to your house, and I will kill you." But, for once, your chat obeys, and you catch the bug, screaming as you promised. You turn the game off and decide to talk a little before ending. About five minutes in, your chat explodes. It's flooded with

"THERE'S A MAN BEHIND YOU!!!!!"

"SOMEONE'S IN YOUR ROOM Y/N!!!!"

"Y/N WATCH OUT. STRANGE MAN BEHIND YOU!"

You're confused, convinced that this is another prank, and then you see one message, and you know you're done for.

"GUYS, I THINK THAT'S SCHLATT???"

And then, you hear his gruff voice, "Angel, wanna sleep. What're you doin' up so late?" He slurs, evident that he's a little intoxicated. Your eyes go wide as your chat continues.

"THAT'S TOTALLY HIM!"

"SHIP CONFIRMED???"

You finally turn around to see your boyfriend, who's slightly frowning, concern lacing his face. "Doll, you should be asleep by now." He continues. Your heartbeat rapidly increases, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks, "Baby," You begin, "I'm streaming."

Schlatt's obviously too tired to understand the consequences as he teeters over to you. His eyelids are drooping, and you can't help but adore him like this, momentarily forgetting that you're live, your camera's on, and you're not muted. "Angel," Schlatt whines, "Come to bed," He leans down, finally revealing his face, and kisses your crown. You're reminded that you're streaming when a TTS donation comes in.

"Awww," The voice reads out, "Y'all are so cute."

Your eyes widen again, and you swivel your chair back to face your desk. Your boyfriend leans down, laying his arms on your shoulders and resting his chin on your head.

"I gotta go," You mumble, turning off the stream, leaving your audience with hundreds of questions you're too tired to answer.

"Jay," You murmur as you stand up, "They know now. Are you— are you okay with that?" Schlatt looks at you, puzzled, "Who knows what?" You smile and shake your head a little, "Let's get you to bed, sleepy head." "That rhymed," He chuckles, "You're a poet, and—" He hiccups, "And…" "And I didn't even realize it," You finish for him. "Yeah, that's it." He smiles dopily as you guide him to your bedroom.

TY FOR READING BOOKIES :P pls reblog if u liked :3

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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Take Me Out - Part One

Pairing: MLB player!Schlatt x gn!sideline reporter!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Schlatt is the new first baseman for the New York Mets, and you’re the team’s new sideline reporter.

Content: Fluff!

A/N: I went with the Mets over the Yankees because a.) I’m a Red Sox fan, and b.) the Yankees are strict and only allow mustaches (long live the chops). Enjoy! :)

You feel like a kid on the first day of school. You’ve got that nervous, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of feeling, but in a good way.

It’s your first official day as the sideline reporter for the New York Mets, and you couldn’t be more excited. All those long nights of studying, all your hard work to obtain your communications degree, have finally paid off.

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as you enter Clover Park for the first time. You’re in beautiful Port St. Lucie, Florida, and Spring Training is just getting underway. The smell of freshly-cut grass hangs in the air as you watch the players running drills on the field.

It’s here, as you speak to a member of the production team near the dugout, that you catch your first glimpse of him.

His laugh is what you hear first. Instinctively, you turn towards the sound, and that’s when you see him. He’s standing near first base, facing away from you, showing off the number 99 that covers his broad back.

Schlatt, everyone calls him, despite the surname stitched across the back of his jersey. His reputation precedes him. Everyone has heard the scouting reports, seen the viral videos passed around social media. In the minor leagues, he’s been known for his antics, taunting runners on the opposing team when they reach him at first base. It’s his first year being called up to the majors, and he’s one of the big stories for the team, the player to watch.

You’ve done your homework. You know all about Schlatt and his rather colorful personality. He’s certainly one of the more animated players in the sport, always fired up after a solid hit or a particularly impressive defensive play. He’s cocky, and, honestly, he has every right to be. He’s the Mets’ number one prospect, an above-average first baseman and strong power hitter. You know he’s going to be a handful in interviews, but you’re up for the challenge.

You can’t tell from this angle, but you know that if Schlatt were to turn around, you’d see the infamous mutton chops. Second to his spectacular playing ability, his unusual facial hair has been one of his defining characteristics since he was first drafted. Love it or hate it, it gets the fans talking, keeping that oh-so important spotlight on him.

You’re pulled out of your musings by a shout of, “Look out!” followed by a baseball whizzing past your head, narrowly avoiding you. You look to the field to see a few players standing around sheepishly.

“You okay?” To your surprise, it’s Schlatt who turns to ask you.

You give him a thumbs up. “All good,” you call out to him.

With a satisfied nod, he turns back to face the field.

It’s going to be an interesting season, you think.

You’re packed into the press room like sardines, shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow reporters. You all crowd around the podium where Schlatt sits, an array of microphones and cell phones in front of his face to catch his every word.

The press conference begins, and you’re called upon to ask the first question.

You open your mouth to speak.

Before you can get a word out, an older, male reporter begins talking over you. “What do you think—”

“Hey,” Schlatt cuts the reporter off sharply. “Let ‘em speak.” He gestures to you.

You feel your cheeks heat as seemingly every pair of eyes in the room turns towards you. You take a breath, then, as calmly as you can, ask your question: “What’s your takeaway from day one of Spring Training?”

Schlatt hums thoughtfully before answering, “That we look good out there, but we still have a lot of work to do before we’re ready for Opening Day.” He leans back a little in his chair and adjusts his cap. “That all?”

“One more thing: got any advice for a rookie reporter, as a rookie yourself?”

He grins wide. “Just enjoy it. We’re in the big leagues, baby!” he whoops, and the crowd erupts in laughter and scattered applause.

Before moving onto the next reporter, you swear Schlatt shoots a wink in your direction.

Spring Training flies by. Before you know it, you’re on a plane to New York for Opening Day. The sun is shining bright on Citi Field, helping to warm the chilly air.

You’re trying your best to soak it all in. This is what you’ve dreamed of for so long, and you want to enjoy every moment of it.

What an exciting Opening Day it turns out to be. The Mets and Phillies have gone back and forth, earning runs and keeping the score close throughout the game.

It’s now the bottom of the ninth, and the teams are tied three-to-three. There are two outs, no one on base, and Schlatt is up at bat. The count is full—three balls, two strikes. It all comes down to the next pitch.

You watch with bated breath as the Phillies pitcher throws a blazing fastball towards the plate. Schlatt swings the bat, and—CRACK! Just from the sound, you know it’s gone, and Schlatt does, too. He stands in the batter’s box for a few moments, watching the ball sail into the stands, before beginning his victory trot around the bases.

The crowd is going absolutely crazy. Lights are flashing all around, and music is blaring through the stadium speakers. The Mets dugout empties to meet Schlatt at home plate, where they convene in a huge group, shouting and high-fiving one another.

As the celebration on the field dwindles and players are headed off the field, you’re able to get Schlatt’s attention for a post-game interview. You can hear Gary, the announcer, in your ear, setting it up for the viewers at home.

“Schlatt!” you have to practically yell over the crowd. “That was amazing! What’s going through your mind right now?”

He’s breathing heavily, standing with his hands on his hips and leaning in to hear you better.

You think he starts to talk, but you’re suddenly doused in ice-cold liquid. You gasp and instinctively try to back away, but it’s too late. You realize, belatedly, that another Mets player has dumped the Gatorade cooler in celebration, but seems to have missed his mark.

“What the fuck, man?!” Schlatt shouts at his teammate, instinctively putting an arm around your shoulder, as if to shield you from another onslaught.

You shiver, not completely sure if it’s from the unexpected contact or the fact that you’re soaking wet in New York in early April. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

The station must have cut back to the booth by now. At the very least, the audio will have been muted momentarily when Schlatt swore. Still, you’re pretty sure that, even though the camera is there, it’s not broadcasting you in all your drowned rat glory.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Schlatt mutters to himself before focusing his attention on you. “Are you alright? Lemme get you a towel.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you try to tell him, but he’s already jogging towards the dugout and returning moments later with a clean towel, ironically emblazoned with the Gatorade logo.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the towel and attempting, maybe in vain, to dry yourself off. You’re at least able to get the worst of it so there is no longer Gatorade running into your eyes, which is an improvement.

Schlatt crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I’m sorry about him.”

To be honest, you’re surprised he’s still here, still talking to you. You figured he’d want to get out of here as quickly as possible, but here he stands, looking genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright,” you try to brush it off.

“No, it’s not,” he insists. “I’ll talk to him, make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

You smile appreciatively. “Thank you,” you say again.

He smiles back at you softly. It’s so unlike him, you think—or, at least, so unlike the version of himself that he presents on the field and in interviews. It’s like you’re getting a peek at the real Schlatt, the man behind the persona.

You’re whisked off the field soon after. The production team assures you that you don’t have to stick around for the post-game press conferences, insisting that you go home and get cleaned up, for which you’re very grateful.

One very uncomfortable (but thankfully short) walk later, you’re back at your apartment. You quickly peel off your ruined outfit and hop in the shower, eager to wash off the day (and the Gatorade).

Soon, you’re curled up on the couch, cozy in your pajamas. It’s then that you feel your phone buzz, pulling it out of your pocket to reveal a wall of notifications. Confused, you unlock your phone, trying to make sense of the influx of Twitter mentions.

You nearly drop your phone when you open Twitter.

There, on your screen, is a video of you, microphone in hand as you begin interviewing Schlatt, before the Gatorade shower interrupts you both. The video doesn’t end there, though. You watch in disbelief as Schlatt puts his arm around you and continues talking to you, unaware that the camera is still rolling. Sure, there are a few moments where the audio is muted to cover up Schlatt’s f-bombs, but it appears that SNY aired your entire interaction with Schlatt.

You scroll down, eyebrows raising as you read through the replies. There are screenshots of Schlatt with his arm around you, followed by incomprehensible strings of letters and an impressive amount of emojis. You don’t really know what to make of it, and you try to put it out of your mind as you get up to make yourself dinner.

An hour or so later, you get a text from an unknown number:

can we talk?

A second message comes through moments later:

it’s schlatt

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think! :)

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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The boys confess their feelings!

Sam And Colby crew x male reader!

Warning: ghost hunting, gay/bisexual feelings,

Colby:

Colby first realized he had feelings for you when you got SUPER scared during the conjouring house

When Amanda caught the little boy on the thermal, it freaked you to the point of almost tears and you immediately went to Colby for comfort.

As he held you his heart was skipping a beat and his face was beet red

It took maybe 6 months of Colby pondering in his feelings to come to the terms of him being bisexual.

He decided to confess his feelings as he couldn't hold them to himself anymore, no matter what it did to your guy's friendship.

So he invites you over to his apartment and makes you dinner and you two watch a movie.

You two have done this for each other before so you didn't think twice about it.

That was until during the movie, he paused it and turned to you with a serious expression.

"Y/n. I need to tell you something,"

You nod slowly.

He then spills every feeling he had for you for the last six months.

Your heart was racing and you were in slight shock for a moment.

Colby begins to panic. Shaking his head he stands "nevermind! Just forget it dude!"

"no!" He stops his embarrassed rant and turns to you

"I actually like you a lot Colby, I have for like...a year?"

He breaks into a happy laugh before hugging you tightly

You laugh too finally feeling a weight off of your shoulders

"so would it be okay if I kissed you?" Colby asks shyly as he giggles a bit

You didn't answer, you just leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a very happy yet gentle kiss.

Sam:

Sam first realized his feelings for you a little before him and Kat broke up.

He was very heartbroken but at the same time he wasn't performing correctly in the relationship because of his feelings for you.

You were by his side the entire time as he delt with the breakup and that only fueled the feelings he had for you.

He held these feelings for you in for roughly 8 months.

Until one night, he was drinking in his apartment and thinking about you.

In his drunken stupor he calls you up at roughly 1am

"Sam? Why are you calling me?" Your groggy voice caused his heart to skip

"Y/n!!" He slurred happily but that quickly resolved into rough sobs

You sit up in a panic. You could tell he had been drinking but you were still worried

He was unconsolable.

"Sam! Please just wait a minute! I'll be over in a minute! I promise!"

The ride to Sam's was a long agonizing 20 minutes.

When you got there the door was unlocked so you quickly made work of the lock and rushed in

Sam was sitting at the bottom of his stairs, hiccuping and sniffling softly

"Sam!" You knelt next to him as he looked up at you and once again his happiness was back

"Y/n!" He flung his arms around your neck and brought you in close

"I love you!" He cried loudly

Your heart skipped a beat and you chuckled pulling him up with one of his arms around your shoulder

"That's sweet but, you're wasted. I'd prefer to hear that when you're sober"

Sam frowned as he climbed the stairs with you "I-I meeean iitt"

You laid him in bed and tucked him in slightly.

"Tell me that sober then," you repeated laying in the bed next to him.

The next morning, you woke up far before your best friend did so you decide to make him breakfast for his hangover

You had just finished cooking when you heard the sound of rushing feet and then the classic sounds of someone's body getting rid of the alcohol consumed the night before.

Cringing you went upstairs, water bottle in hand and knocked on the door, opening it to find Sam with his head hung over the toilet

"Mornin'" you leaned agaisnt the door with a small smile.

"ugghhh..." Was his reply. Lifting his bead to look up at you

You then sat next to Sam on the floor and offered the water bottle.

"I meant it" he panted looking up at you

"what?"

"what I said last night. I've been in love with you for a few months..." He sniffled as tears came to his eyes

You smile "deadass?" "Deadass" he chuckled

"if you didnt just throw up, I'd kiss you."

Seth:

Seth knew he wasnt straight from a VERY young age.

Only the people he trusted closely knew of this.

When the two of you met in middle school, he told you after 3 years of knowing you.

You didnt mind, even telling him you are bisexual/gay yourself

The night of the confession happened during an investigation at a haunted hotel.

You and Seth had a room together and Sam and Colby roomed together.

The two of you always have had deep talks in the middle of the night when you can't sleep. And this was one of those nights

The talk went from the investigation and what happened. To your guy's beliefs. To life. To relationship issues.

Seth let it slip as he was half asleep by now

"ya know, I actually really like you," You turned to look at him from your bed and he was staring continuingly at the ceiling.

"wait like... you'd date me?" You sit up on your elbows watching him.

Seth was silent for a while before sighing softly "Yeah honestly"

You stood, moving to stand next to him causing him to look up at you from his laying position.

"Y/n?" He asked softly, scared he ruined a good friendship.

You said nothing. Reaching down to grab his chin to hold his head in place.

Leaning down you pressed your lips to his softly.

He froze before leaning up to deepen the kiss.

"WOAH!!" The two of you broke the kiss turning to see Colby rushing away from the open door, you had forgotten they have an extra key to your room.

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leoizkuul · 6 months ago

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sam would be so protective of you.

imagine goin on an investigation with Colby, Sam, Celina, and Kris, like let's say it was the Crescent Hotel.

Say Micheal was targeting you instead of Kris, Sam would try and fight a 117 year old spirt.

"oh my god." you gasp making everyone turn to you, Sam pointing the camera to the direction of you and Kris.

"what? what happened?" Colby asked, slightly concerned. "No— i'm sorry. i thought i just— saw someone in the window." you say, pointing to the window of Kris, Celina, and your hotel room.

Everyone was shocked, your face turning red like you were about to cry. This wasn't your first investigation, but it was the first investigation you were targeted.

"hey, hey." sam said, passing the camera to Colby and going to hug you. Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. "i don't think y'all should stay in there—"he started to say, "No, fuck you. your room is way worse!"Kris joked, making everyone laugh including you.

"it's okay." sam whispered, kissing your head and placing his chin on top of it, making Kris jokingly gag.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

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leoizkuul · 10 months ago

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Scamander

Pairing: Newt Scamander x reader

Words: 1079

Requested by @mystoragehatesme : Yoyoyo wassup gimme a noot imagine where it is on the readers perspective and she’s an insecure bean, being used by her friend. When she refuses to do something and her friend lashes out, she’s on her last straw, so she goes to the black lake to clear some shit out. Noot comes along. They have a chat and its cute and fluffy, cuz they have some unspoken thing. But issa cute puppy love. So it’s got some angst and fluff. Hit me

Note: piss off MaGgIe wILsOn. What are the odds your name is actually Maggie Wilson? I apologize in advance to all Maggie Wilsons out there :’) also, why is this so cheeeeesssssyyyyy

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You scurried towards the black lake, your tears streaming down your cheeks, partially blocking out your vision.

The winds picked up as you sat by lake, little strands of your hair flying out of your ponytail in the wind. Your heart ached with guilt and sadness, knowing very well you have just lost a close friend but you wondered whether she was even considered a true close friend from how badly she had treated throughout the years. You partly blamed yourself for being naive and oblivious to the fact she had been brainwashing you for years.

Whatever it was, you hoped Maggie wasn’t out to hex you after the previous events.

Maggie Wilson, a girl you had shared a compartment with on the Hogwarts express during first year. You were alone, not exactly knowing anyone or how everything in the wizardry world actually work. You were in desperate need of someone you could trust despite all the insecurities you held. Thus, Maggie came along, both sorted into the same house and the two of you were instantly attached to the hip.

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leoizkuul · 1 year ago

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We could make such a pretty picture

Summary: You love attending parties, you’re always the center of attention. Wilbur has noticed you, and oh, he’d do anything to get close to you. Even if it means changing stuff about himself. Anything to catch your interest.

Pairing: cc!wilbur x gn!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, if you look closely enough there’s implied making out (nothing sexual), kissing, flirting?

Word count: 2k

My Masterlist

A/N: Oh god, I haven’t posted a fic in so long, but I finally got around to finishing this one. Very obviously based off Portrait of a blank slate. Hope you enjoy :) ((I don’t have a tag list but yeah @mysticalsoot come look at this)

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People often described you as the life of the party. The one who always socialized the most with people and didn’t seem afraid to approach anyone who stood by the side or seemed lonely.

You loved walking around whatever new place you found yourself at. Chatting with your friends or any of the people you met. You never hosted any parties yourself, yet somehow you were always the center of attention. People just loved watching you dance in the middle of the floor, how you wrapped your arm around the person closest to you.

You’d sing along to the songs which were blasting through the speaker system. When your friends would tell you to slow down with the shots, you’d only shake your head at them and chuckle. Nothing could stop you.

Just like many others, Wilbur was just one in the crowd. Just another boring guy with nothing to his name. (Nothing was definitely an understatement. But that’s how he viewed himself.)

You’d heard about this Wilbur guy. Someone passing by having mentioned how he was a musician ‘or something’. He’d caught your eye and you were aware of it. The tall man would look at you across the room, and you could see it in his face, he wished he could be close to you.

But it wasn’t very easy getting close to you. You loved to act hard to get. As if a man had to be special to get with you and disappear out the doors holding your hand.

Wilbur was set at making himself good enough for you, whatever it took. And, honestly, you loved that. You loved the guy’s determination.

You’d heard from people that Wilbur didn’t consider himself much of a party guy. But every party you went to, you saw him there. Talking to someone or downing a drink of his own. You two would exchange glances sometimes and you’d smile at him from where you stood at the other side of the big living room.

You found yourself at another big house party in some large, fancy flat with too many rooms to count. You were tipsy, that much was clear. And you finally decided to walk over to Wilbur. Standing right next to him by the wall and resting against him; your shoulder against his. A sudden move since you two were strangers, but- it felt normal to you. You were outgoing, that’s what people liked about you so much.

There was no proper greeting between the two of you though, all you did was point at a stain on his gray sweater, making him look down at where your finger pointed at.

He just smiled, a drunken smile at that. “I must have spilled some beer, huh.” he commented, still holding the glass in his hand. He was looking at you again, almost unable to take his eyes off you.

“I’ve heard stuff about you.” you told him, looking up at Wilbur. He was taller than you by a lot. In regards to height, you felt small. But emotionally you felt so much bigger. Maybe even superior to him.

“Me?” he asked, sounding rather surprised. As if he had never expected you to ever acknowledge him in the first place. You hummed in response, giving him a nod. “Oh. So, what are they saying about me?”

“You make music.” You shrugged. “Is that correct?”

His face lit up at that, grinning even wider as he took a few more sips of his drink. “Yeah, I’m in a band.” He said it as if it was no big deal; being quick to change the subject afterwards. “Now, tell me something about yourself.”

It’s obvious he wanted to know more about you. To him, you were just some mysterious person who everyone thought was out of their league.

In response to Wilbur’s words, you smirked as you leaned your body weight onto him. You were holding a glass too, but you’d almost finished it. At this point, you had lost count of how many glasses you might’ve consumed through the night.

“Oh, I don’t tell people about myself *that* easily.” You said, bringing the glass up to your lips and in one single sip; drinking the last bit of alcohol left.

Wilbur’s eyebrows furrowed and you enjoyed seeing the confused kind of expression on his face.

”What should I do to make you talk, then?”

“First off, you could get me another drink.” you said and Wilbur did just as you told him to. He’d do anything you asked of him as long as it took him one step closer to you. Closer to being intimate.

Every following weekend, you went partying in Brighton. And at every single one of them. You saw him. And every time you saw him, his appearance had changed a little bit. Not only that, but his stance and the overall way he acted around people. (Not that you knew much of how he was outside of places like this, but you could tell, he was putting up an act of sorts.)

Three weekends passed by and finally, Wilbur felt like he’d made some kind of progress. Having his hair styled a different way, wearing slightly different clothes compared to usual. Anything to make you notice him again and give him the attention he wanted.

Did his attempts work? To his own surprise, yes.

Yet again, Wilbur stood in the kitchen, one hand resting on the counter top and the other holding onto his glass of wine. Despite his seemingly confident appearance and stance, the feelings and thoughts spinning around his head weren’t so positive.

He looked out at the sea of people at the party, knowing you were somewhere among all of them. Will couldn’t help but wonder how some people could open up their hearts so quickly. The thought of getting close to someone over the course of one single night almost scared him. Even though he had indifferent views on setting down and commitment, he really wanted you. So badly, he wanted to close the gap between you and him. Even if it would take him another three weekends to do so.

Of course, Wilbur’s altered appearance caught your attention, just like he wanted. The brunette could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight of you approaching. You’d rather die than admit you felt a similar way too when you saw him.

“Hey.” He said, lowering his glass to look down at you. Will looked at you the same way he always did; admiration and attraction. The glint in his eyes never changed, even though everything else had.

“Hi.” You reached out and took the glass out of his hand to take a sip of your own. In the process, your hand brushed against his. He didn’t complain though, he’d let you finish his drink for all he cared. “You look good. I like your hair a lot.”

The blush instantly became more evident when your words reached his ears, and- oh, you found him very cute. Would this be the night where you’d walk out of here with him by your side? He really hoped so.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” he responded, his kind smile turning into what looked more like a flirty grin than anything else. “You’re having a good time tonight?”

“Definitely.” You took another sip of his wine before handing the glass back to Wilbur, and moved even closer. “Though, I think I’d like to head home soon. It’s getting a little rowdy.”

A look of disappointment crossed his face as he obviously didn’t like the thought of you leaving. You’re the only reason Wilbur’s here, the only reason he’s dressed up.

“Well, maybe you wanna come along to my flat?” You suggested, meeting his gaze to gauge his reaction. His expression’s unreadable for a brief moment, before it turned into a content look.

He’s over the moon about finally being close to you, but he’s not going to show that to your face. Not yet. He also doesn’t want to embarrass himself. “Of course, I’d love to.”

After that point, it felt like no time passed at all. As you and Wilbur consumed another glass of wine each, everything went by smoothly. You had grabbed his hand and sat down with him at the couch, as close as possible. He passionately told you all about his music and his band mates. And every time he wanted to know something about you, you’d say ‘maybe tomorrow’.

At some point, you’ve dragged the 6’6” man back to your flat. You woke up the next morning right next to him, his hair looking nothing like last night. It’s no longer styled, and it’s a fluffy mess. Eventually, he woke up as well. Stirring in his sleep before finally opening his eyes. His gaze immediately shifts towards you.

There’s a sleepy smile on Wilbur’s face and he brushed some hair out of his eyes. The silence was comfortable, and he’s the first one to break it. You couldn’t help but notice the black t-shirt he’s wearing, you haven’t paid much attention to it until now. But it has his band’s name on it.

“So,” he started, clearing his throat quietly. “I really like you, you know. I think I want this to be more than a one-time thing.” It’s clear he was slightly nervous about telling you this, but the eye contact never ends. “I know you’ve never stayed with the same guy for long but- just think about how much better things could be if you let me in.”

You said nothing at first, just waiting in case he’d say something else and continue speaking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of doing this over and over again? It wouldn’t hurt to commit to knowing someone for more than two days.” His tone is somewhat light hearted, as he obviously doesn’t want to hurt or offend you. But behind the kind tone, he almost sounded desperate. He wanted you to realize you two could be a good couple. Be good for each other.

Wilbur paused, breaking eye contact and propping himself up on his elbows. The bed is comfortable, the flower duvets feel nice against his bare arms. He thought, maybe you won’t listen to what he has to say. Maybe he’s not good enough for you after all, maybe he’s dull like he’s always been. Just a guy with a boring name.

The next time he spoke, his tone turned slightly unserious. More jokingly, and he wanted to get any kind of reaction out of you. He wanted to see if you feel the same way.

“I swear I’m pretty cool once you get to know me.”

You tilted your head as you looked at him, some hair falling into your eyes as you do so. You think about it for a moment or two, considering everything Wilbur has told you so far. Thinking back to every party you’d attended, and how many times you’d made eye contact with this guy.

“You’re sure you’re a cool guy?” you asked, mimicking his joking and playful tone with a slight smile on your face. Maybe you should give this guy a shot, give him your number. “If so, well… we could do this again sometime. I like you too, I can’t deny the fact you’re good looking and all.”

Now, it’s Wilbur’s turn to stay quiet. You could tell the gears were turning in his head as he’s trying to process what you’d just told him. The blush from earlier reappeared on his pale face, and he reached over to put a gentle hand on your cheek. He can’t bring himself to speak just yet. All he does is lean closer and give you another kiss. It makes the two of you feel very happy on the inside.

Wilbur prays this will turn out well, that you’ll want to commit to this. You two like each other, clearly, and he hopes that for once it will be special for you. That Will is not just another guy like the rest of them.

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leoizkuul · 1 year ago

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can I request an animagus!reader x platonic!Newt Scamander where the reader has just become an animagus, and Newt finds them in their animagus form (maybe a lynx or kneazle) and takes them in? He doesn’t know it’s the reader and the reader stays in animagus form to see what happens and mess with Newt

Platonic! Newt Sacamander x Animagus! Reader

Words: 2350

Google docs pages: 4

Warnings: None, I believe

Opening: The reader is a new kneazle animagus who gets found by Newt on accident. The reader recognizes Newt from some time ago, but decides against changing forms to see how far they could go before Newt would realise who the creature truly was.

AN// Any pronouns for reader! Haha, I didn’t even realise how much I missed writing for this man. Thank you for the request, I hope it's to your liking. (Oh, and thank you for the other requests I’ve also gotten, I’ll get to those as soon as I can! ^^)

“Are you lost?”

You hadn't meant to change forms now, but after completing some…unofficial work as some might call it, you had to make sure no one was after you and it just kind of happened. Not that you hadn’t been trying to turn for the first time, you had been but without any success. There wasn’t much time to get used to the form, but you knew enough about magical creatures to pinpoint what your form might have been. It also turned out your new form was a great getaway, especially from places where there were kneazles roaming around anyway. No one would pay no mind to your escape.

Only, while checking that no one was after you, a man passing by noticed you. You being too busy frantically looking around caused you to not notice him though. This allowed him to get rather close, but far enough to not be able to touch you. The surprise of a wizard staring at you caught you off guard, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, a hiss left your muzzle. Your movements, as far as you knew, weren't too graceful either, most likely resembling an injured animal rather than a kneazle used for guarding. The man took a respectful step back, kneeling down to your level. You stared back at him with a fierce expression, trying your best to scare him away. Surely, like most people, he knew that the kneazles around here were used as guardians. For all he knew, he could have gotten attacked by you, not that you’d do that to him of course. Your speckled fur rose up, big ears pinning back as you showed your sharp teeth to him. The man didn’t seem afraid, even more oddly…he seemed to try and relax even more. At this point, you knew that even a real kneazle would have come to the conclusion that this man was to be trusted, but you were no house pet. You didn’t need to be taken back to your home, you didn’t even live here. No matter how kind this man was. But he did seem insistent on trying to get your trust, for whatever reason that may have been for.

Newt offered out his hand. The kneazle seemed more scared to him rather than trying to chase him away. This kept him persistent on trying again, thinking that the creature might have been hurt for the way it was moving. “Did you get lost? You’re quite far from home, if you did.” He smiled, keeping his hand out before his eyes lit up. “Would you like a treat?” He kept speaking in a calm tone, not wishing to scare you.

It was when he had begun to speak that the realisation had hit you. The wizard trying to get you to come to him was someone who you had met briefly before. Newt Scamander, you remember his name being. That must have been why he seemed so calm around you, ignoring any warning signs that you had given him. It now felt like he knew how to handle your form better than you yourself. Embarrassing, but thankfully you’d never have to admit that to him…

The realisation must have calmed the way you looked, and the wizard had taken that as a ‘yes’ to his offer. You watched as Newt opened the briefcase he always carried with him, putting it against a corner of a house. The place was so far on the edge of the living area, no one ever came there. Except for you and him it seemed.

Keeping your eyes on the man, you saw him climb into the briefcase, soon a hand poking out as if the wizard was inviting you to join him. Reluctantly you took a couple of steps closer, looking down into the briefcase. It seemed like a house, not even a small one that was. At the bottom of the ladder you saw Newt again, he was holding a piece of meat in his hand which he showed to you and then placed down on a table, coming back to the end of the ladder. He held out his arms, asking for you to come down. He did still believe you had just gotten lost, but perhaps you could have some fun before ultimately you’d have to reveal yourself to him. Before that though, you’d have to figure out how to turn back…

With that, you stepped down and allowed Newt to catch you. You looked around the briefcase as the wizard set you down and held out the treat yet again, lowering it to you. The thought of eating in your animagus form almost made you recoil but if that was what had to be done in order for your plan to work, you’d do it. You took the rather small piece of meat from him, munching it away while he leaned on a table. When your eyes travelled back to him, he seemed to be thinking.

Thinking of what to do with you now. It was getting quite late, and he didn’t want to bother the residents at night by knocking on their doors, asking if someone had lost their kneazle. Which meant he’d either have to let you wander the night alone or keep you in the briefcase until the sun rose up again. Which of he chose the latter, of course. “Right, I suppose you’re going to have to stay with me. It’s okay, we’ll find your home tomorrow.” He smiled with the same gentle smile you had seen before and reached down to you. Newt waited for you to sniff his hand, as if letting you recheck if you trusted him before he allowed himself to pet your head briefly.

A gush of air hit your face as Newt pushed himself away from the table, and walked to the kitchen, continuing on to a place in the ‘house’ that you had heard animalistic noises from, your heightened senses allowing you to smell other creatures in that area. With cautious steps you followed along, watching as he fed the other creatures. You knew he was well informed on magical creatures, and it showed. All the creatures had their own assigned habitats, and Newt seemed to know exactly how much and what to feed them. Heck, as far as you knew he was treating you like you had read all kneazles should be treated. It rather warmed your heart to see him care for the creatures so deeply, even if some may have claimed them as dangerous and as something to never go near.

Though, the feeding meant that you had time to explore without his attention being on you. Your paws turned, trotting back to the kitchen area where after some thinking you decided to jump on the counter. It wasn’t a graceful jump, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, you did have to drag yourself up to be able to fully stand up. While walking to the other side of it, you made note of what had been on it. As you were about to jump down the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor almost echoed in your ears before you could cast a look towards the man. He seemed almost just as surprised to see you on the counter, a playful smile on his face as he got closer. “Be careful, I haven’t yet checked you for injuries!” You jumped down, running away but not far enough to not hear him. “Hm, were you looking for food as well?” Newt’s voice spoke again as he made sure that nothing on the counter was broken. “Come on then, you’ll get some too.” He hummed, seemingly happy to have a visitor.

You had made your way to where the habitats were, eyes wide as your much smaller form marched past huge creatures, some you had never even seen before. While in your thoughts something had managed to sneak up on you, tugging your tail for a few times. A rather rough hiss came from you while turning around, finding a small, almost blue-ish creature sitting behind you. As soon as it saw the opportunity, which was the clear confusion on your face, it scattered away. Your gaze followed it run and get picked up by Newt. The expression on his face looked as if even without seeing he knew the creature must have met you. “You met Teddy, then?” The creature named ‘Teddy’ climbed onto his shoulder, not keeping it safe for much longer as Newt picked you up as well, carrying you as he walked.

You didn’t look, but you felt his eyes on you every now and then. As if he was thinking about something, making notes of your behaviour.

The wizard had heard the rather odd hiss coming from you earlier. He had his doubts about you, thinking that maybe you lacked some of the high intelligence the kneazle usually had or perhaps it was something else making him suspicious of you…or perhaps you were just injured. Either way, he set you down, you only now noticing he had brought you back into the kitchen. “Be careful around the habitats, better not get too close when they’re eating you see.” He spoke to your animagus form, as if you’d understand. Of course you did, but he didn’t know that.

A bowl was placed on the ground, slightly under the table so he wouldn’t accidentally step on it or kick it while walking by. “There you go.” Another smile. While sniffing the food, you could feel his eyes examine your form, but he couldn’t find any signs of bruises or injuries. With that he retreated himself to his room, and as if no time had passed the sounds of writing began to chime from behind the curtain he seemed to use as a door.

You were not eating again. Not in this form at least. Though, you were getting thirsty but there was absolutely no way you’d be able to turn on the faucet without him noticing. So it became a waiting game. Waiting until he’d fall asleep and you could figure out how to turn back to your human form.

Eventually the waiting paid off. The noises of writing and pages being turned stopped and you could have sworn you heard the bed sheets move as he settled down. Some of the creatures had calmed down as well it seemed, even better for you.

With a couple of careful glances to your sides and a long sigh, you sat down and closed your eyes. What felt like hours of concentrating worked, you were back to your human form. It felt oddly nice to be standing on two legs, to be able to reach the countertop without having to jump on top of it. Though, the first couple of steps you took were clumsy.

You opened some of the cabinets and soon found a glass which you filled with water a couple of times and drank. To your fortune and maybe to Newt's misfortune he had left some bread on the counter as well, a night snack for you.

While working on preparing some food for yourself, someone had woken up. He was staring at you from the corner of his bedroom and it didn’t take long until you could feel eyes on your back. Assuming it was either the ‘Teddy’ creature or one of the free roaming bird-like ones, you turned around calmly only to find Newt staring at you. You froze and it almost felt like time had done the same, but the environment soon warmed up as Newt laughed gently. “I thought there was something odd about the kneazle I rescued.” He walked closer, leaning on the kitchen table. He seemed calm enough on the outside, but you still felt the need to apologise. “I- I’m sorry, Newt. I should probably leave, I know you don’t like-” The stutter mixed ramble was interrupted by Newt putting his hand up. “It’s quite alright. Only a surprise to meet you again like this.” He spoke, a hint of awkwardness in his voice but he seemed to hide it well. “You never told me you were an animagus?” He asked, Newt's voice now filled with interest as he got to bring up the topic of magical creatures once more. “Not necessarily a registered one, so I don’t tend to bring it up…” You grinned a little awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck as you retreated from the countertops and seated yourself around the kitchen table. “Ah, I see. I’m assuming you don’t use the form often then either?” Newt hummed, taking your earlier spot. “ He reached into the cabinets. “O-oh, no. I- This was actually the first time it worked.” You said, knowing your clumsy movements in the form must have seemed odd to Newt. The wizard’s eyes moved back to you, slight worry mixed with interest in his eyes. “Are you feeling alright?” The question slipped from him so suddenly. You blinked a couple of times. “Oh yes, I suppose. Got some getting used to, I suppose.” You tried to smile, only now feeling the exhaustion from the changes. Newt took a moment to say anything. “Would you like some tea? I was coming to make some for myself earlier but..” He smiled. You bit your inner lip in embarrassment, not letting it show. “Sure.”

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