#mcyt x black reader

[eclipsedzs]

James Potter x reader...

James is dating the Hogwarts HOTTIE. And he listens to how they talk about his girlfriend... They even made a list pointing out that James's girlfriend has the best body in school. How does Jamie react?

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 ‘𝗲𝗺

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: When boys talk about you like an object because of your beauty, James tends to get violent

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Minor fighting

JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, a typically calm and nonviolent individual- other than the few ‘Harmless pranks’, found himself seething with anger, his normally relaxed demeanor now overshadowed by a raging storm. His jaw tightened as he attentively listened to the conversation unfolding across the common room.

The voices belonged to three younger boys, likely a year below them, who had foolishly chosen to discuss James's girlfriend without realizing the hornet's nest they had stirred.

The grating tone of the blonde's voice pierced through James's ears, assaulting his senses like nails on a chalkboard. Each word uttered felt like an unpleasant jolt, fueling his mounting irritation.

"The things I would do to her, man. Have you seen her body? Absolutely fit, man. She has the most amazing tits." The crude remarks and objectifying comments about his girlfriend caused James to abruptly rise from his seat, but before he could make a move, Sirius firmly pulled him back down.

"Yeah, she's got like the hottest body in Hogwarts, have you seen her arse? Her waist is like perfect—man, what I would do to be James. Merlin, the things I would do to her," another one of the boys chimed in, his black hair matching the darkness of his thoughts as he made crude gestures with his hands.

James could feel his blood boiling, his anger reaching its peak as he clenched his fists.

The disappointment and disgust on Sirius's face mirrored James's own feelings, both of them appalled by the disrespectful way these boys were talking about their friend and James's girlfriend.

"Not yet, James," Sirius spoke, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. "Wait until Moony and Wormtail join us, and then we can do something," he said, mentioning their two other friends who were engrossed in their studies.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the mere idea of studying, letting out an exaggerated gag. "I mean, seriously, who actually studies? Bunch of nerds," he added, playfully teasing their freinds.

James nodded, his jaw clenched tightly, but his eyes softened as he caught sight of his girlfriend walking through the common room tunnel. It was one of her off days, so she was dressed in a simple sweater—his sweater, to be precise—and a pair of small shorts hidden beneath it.

A scoff escaped James as the same boys who had been talking about her earlier whistled at her, their lecherous eyes shamelessly roaming over her body. His protective instincts surged, and he fought the urge to march over and give them a taste of his fist.

She walked over to him, a small smile gracing her lips, though the anger simmered beneath the surface as she heard the offensive remarks from the other boys in the room.

Silently, she joined James, sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his strong grip around her waist.

Sirius offered her a warm smile, understanding the discomfort she felt. He moved closer, taking a seat beside her as she scooted nearer to James, seeking solace in his presence.

Sirius positioned himself protectively, creating a barrier between her and the prying eyes of the other boys.

Remus and Peter entered the room, their faces lighting up with smiles as they joined the others.

Oblivious to the tension in the air, they took their seats near the rest of the group, their presence bringing a sense of normalcy and camaraderie.

James leaned over the girl, his hand tracing gentle patterns on her covered stomach. With a determined expression, he whispered something into Remus's ear, conveying his frustration through his tightened grip.

Remus nodded in understanding, promptly grabbing his wand and casting a spell that filled the room with a subtle, hard-to-see smog.

As the smog enveloped the space, obscuring the view of prying eyes, James released his grip on her, and the warmth of Sirius, Peter, and Remus slowly receded. She found herself sitting there, coughing softly, as she tried to clear the air and regain her composure.

Groans and muffled cries filled the previously obscured room, accompanied by a high-pitched scream that resembled that of a frightened child. Yet, despite the chaos, she remained seated, her confusion mingling with her coughs.

Moments later, the smog dissipated, revealing the boys who had spoken ill of her sprawled on the floor, clad only in their underwear. Their heads sported hair dyed in various vibrant hues, and their faces were marked with bruises and bloodstains.

Her gaze shifted to James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius, who stood together. James wore a mixture of anger and accomplishment on his face, nursing his bruised hand with slight traces of red dripping from his knuckles.

Sirius wore a self-satisfied smirk, pretending to be a detached observer of the scene unfolding before them.

Remus held his wand with a mischievous smile, his lip bruised and his sandy hair disheveled.

Peter, standing alongside them, held his wand as well, surveying the aftermath of the prank with a mixture of awe and satisfaction.

James smirked, the intensity in his eyes gradually giving way to tenderness as he locked gazes with her.

Closing the distance between them, he approached, his non-bloodied hand gently caressing her cheek as he leaned in, his warm breath cascading over her face.

"If anyone ever treats you like that again, let me know, alright? I'm always here for you," he whispered, his lips hovering inches away from hers. In the next moment, their lips collided, the passion and affection evident as he held her cheek with one hand, the other securing her waist, drawing her closer in an embrace that conveyed both protection and desire.

[pray4saint]

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Hi I'm new to writing but I'm gonna basically be an acc who writes anime, gamers, genshin impact and wrestler fanfics so please feel free to request stuff warning it may not be 100% amazing but like I said I'm new to fanfic writing I don't write male readers only female and genderless as those are what I can write good stuff with(i have many attempts to write previously ) and I and putting this out there now I WILL NOT write NSFW/smut I will write gore,angst and fluff only thank you

[lowkeyrobin]

(Reader x dsmp/mcyt)

Reader who just got their tongue pierced and their s/o's/partners reaction?

-🌕 anon!

oooo I like this one!! I got a little handful of mcyts here so hopefully I got all the ones you were looking for! and welcome to the family 🌕 anon! you're officially my first child lmao

MCYT ; you get your tongue pierced

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, quackity, nihachu, and foolish gamers

warnings ; language, mention of pills, mentions/descriptions of oral anatomy (ik some ppl get icked when ppl talk about insides of mouths i get it)

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"woah- hey there"

you're bouncing off the walls and dying to show him

you picked the one moment he's busy with editing and you stand behind him for a solid 3 minutes before he turns around

you stick your tongue out to show off your new piercing and he exclaims a bit, his emotions in awe

he may look disgusted or cringed, but he's just surprised you're for one, not in pain, two, how good it looks on you

"Holy shit, it looks awesome y/n!"

then proceeds to ask a million questions about it

he's mostly just curious what it feels like inside your mouth and how you take care of it and eat around it

idk what to call it bc I obv don't have a tongue piercing (or any in general LMAO) but you do the little putting the piercing between your teeth trick for him and he jumps back all frightened at first

he had no idea how you did it somehow

"how the fuck did you just do that???"

you to be fair jumpscared him with it so you just kinda show him

"doesn't that hurt????"

RANBOO

"Ran, lookit!"

Bro looks up at you with your tongue out and his resting face turns into a wide smile

"Oh my God!? you actually got it? I'm so happy for you!"

wraps you in a hug

once the excitement wears off he's super paranoid about you being uncomfortable or in pain because I mean your tongue just got jabbed with a needle and now you've got a piece of metal in it

also asks questions, mostly because he also wants to understand how it feels in your mouth

"does it like... rub up on the roof of your mouth and scratch it? like, does it hurt other than the pain from the insertion?"

they LOVE when you do the little teeth trick, it's just so cool to them lmao

they'll gift you some new (high quality) jewelry as well every once in a while

he literally went online to get a customized one that says "#1 Ranboo fan" in it for you 💀💀

instead of wearing it, you turn it into a bracelet/necklace/use it as another kind of piercing that way you can actually show it off

he likes seeing you fidget around specifically w the pill ones

questions you constantly how you don't accidently swallow it or something

"wait.. do you take it out when you shower and brush your teeth? genuine question, I swear!"

again, they're happy if you're happy

they're happy seeing you be able to express yourself more clearly and they don't care what it is, they're always by your side

BADLINU

he, harry, & bill came with you for moral support

he wasn't staring down the inside of your mouth but he felt the pain with how hard you were squeezing his hand 💀💀💀💀

he looks up at Harry and Bill with pleading eyes like "Holy shit they have some grip help me"

he refuses to buy/let you buy jewelry that isn't 100% high quality

nor is he letting that shit get infected either

he always notices when you match the jewelry to your outfits or the occasion as well

like you'll be attending the streamer awards and you'll smile for a picture and he'll just see your jewelry perfectly matches your outfit

he likes buying you the fun colorful ones bc you only buy the plain silver/gold/black ones for yourself

"Wait, how do you like... get it out?"

"how much does it hurt?"

sometimes he just finds jewelry you left on the nightstand or dresser from when you have sleepovers

he'll text you like "dude you left your stuff here again I told you to check 💀"

"Shut up I'm omw back"

QUACKITY

"OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK AWESOME"

like engulfs you in a hug

instantly shows you off the the gang and shit

you basically tell chat all about the story at the piercers and he's cringing in pain all the way through

oh my God he hates the descriptions you use he swears it's just to tease him or something

also the type to custom order jewelry for you

you do order a custom one with the pixel :) tho & u wear it the most out of the other jewelry you have lmaoooo

if it was still 2019 u totally would've done the iconic quackityhq duck

when he kisses you he likes touching the piercing w his tongue just to fuck you up bc it feels weird

"HAHA L!"

genuinely concerned sometimes bc you sit there and fidget w it and zone out for a solid 5 minutes in a loud room and he's just worried you'll rip it out or smthn

also the type to wonder how you don't accidently swallow it

always makes you pose with your tongue out in pics he takes of you bc he's so in love with it

he probably loves that damn piercing more than he loves you

NIHACHU

"Oh my gosh! you look so good!"

like hugs you and spins you around

helps you take care of it and stuff, always on top making sure you're not in pain and whatnot

she'll match her snakebites with your new piercing

if you're wearing some silver jewelry, she'll change her snakebites to silver hoops or spikes etc etc

also gifts you jewelry religiously

she found some online (high quality as well 🙏🙏🙏) that perfectly match your aesthetic and never has she ever clicked add to cart so damn quick

also helps you style jewelry with outfits

she also likes the teeth trick, she likes the sound mostly of the jewelry clinking off your teeth

it's one of those like adrenaline shudder moments yk?

but she is constantly getting pictures of you showing it off/with your tongue out

like quackity, I think she likes the piercing more than she likes you LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

"Oh, hi- oh my God, hi!"

he's so interested just off the bat

you do the little teeth trick and he does his little giggle ❤️❤️

"that sounds so weird"

he has you show it off to his stream and he's all smiles and shit

he of course gifts you a lot of jewelry as well and always triple checks to make sure it's high quality

his Google history is just "Is _____ high quality?" "Is it safe to buy from ____?" etc

when you're making out or whatever he loves tasting the metal of the piercing on his tongue, he's addicted

always compliments you as well, always posting photos w you showing it off too

like you'll most a photo showing it off and he'll be in the comments like "marry me pls" and be fighting off your fans who are just complimenting you

like some random person will be like "omg you look so cool!!" and he'll jokingly reply with a "back off buddy they're mine 😡"

God I'm so in love with this man

[modelbus]

Kaz Brekker ladies and gents!! I just HAD to write more of him, sorry to my mcyt fans… and this is a hefty one at 4K words

There is violence, alcohol, death (murder…), and suggestiveness in this! Be warned!

Part one

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Gn!Reader

It’s All An Act

You don't talk about it. Neither of you acknowledge that anything is different. Kaz sends you out on jobs, and you come back with blood-stained hands. It's nothing out of the normal, but something about it just feels different.

It doesn't help that you’re resolutely avoiding him the best you can. If you don’t have a buffer there—Jesper, Wylan, or Inej—then you simply won't be talking to him. Not while the memory of his hand on your hip is still present.

"Now that was a good job!" Jesper cheers, slinging an arm around your shoulders. You laugh, leaning into him easily. 

"I only had to save your ass once." You joke, grinning.

"What's a job without some ass-saving?" His gaze flits around the Crow Club, undoubtably looking for Kaz and Wylan. The two were arriving last, having to do whatever they were doing. You were in no position to question Kaz's secret plans.

"True." You relent.

"You should drink! Come on, celebrate with me." Jesper knocks on the bar, and a cup of liquid is sent your guys’ way within seconds. Amber-colored, pretty in theory, but you know it's a bad idea. You know what happened the last time you thought it'd be a good idea to drink.

"Jes—"

"A little celebration. Nothing crazy." He winks, offering her the glass.

Your shoulders slump, and you’re about to take it just to indulge him, but a hand snatches it before you can. Gloved in black leather, Kaz raises it with raised eyebrows. 

"Boss!" Jesper exclaims. "Join us, we were just celebrating our victory!"

"You don't drink." Kaz says lowly to you, eyes raking over you. You frown, knowing exactly what you’re both thinking of.

His hand on your hip, leaning in too close to you. Quiet words, things you still puzzled over in your head to this day.

"First time for everything." You answer, stubborn. "Or, second time."

"That's the spirit!" Jesper cheers. "Knock it back."

"No." Kaz tells you, firmly. Then, without a second thought, tosses his head back and drains the drink. He drops it back on the counter and strides off, up towards his office.

"Buzzkill." Jesper sighs.

"Who is? Kaz?" Wylan asks, appearing out of nowhere. There's gunpowder smudges on his face, too-wide eyes peering at them.

"When isn't he?" You respond with a question, rolling your eyes.

"Everything go fine on the job?" Jesper questions. "He doesn't normally drink like that."

"Yeah." Wylan nods. "Explosions went perfect. I mean, one was a bit bigger than expected, but he said that was good!"

"He means it." Jesper quickly says, consoling. "Right?" He asks with a sideways glance to you.

"Right." You nod.

"Wy, you've got gunpowder on your face." Jesper laughs, reaching out to rub it off his cheek. It smears, becoming worse. Wylan bats his hand away, flushing red.

"You're making it worse!"

"I'm trying to get rid of it!"

You laugh quietly. "I'll go grab a towel."

You stand up, letting Wylan take your seat, and head towards the stairs. There's a closet up there, near Kaz's office, where you can surely find something to wipe the gunpowder off. Hazard of being an explosions expert, you suppose.

Opening the closest, you scan it for towels or wash cloths or anything. There's a dark grey one, so you grab it and shuts the closest. The hairs on the back of your neck rise, and you spins toward Kaz's now-open office door. He leans casually against his doorframe, both hands enclosed over the cane in front of him.

"Going to ask before you ravage my supplies?" He asks you.

"You pay me, Brekker." You deadpan, crossing your arms. Just barely, you inch backwards.

These brief moments of being alone with him have been filled with more fighting than usual. It's no doubt a result of how standoffish you’ve been to each other recently, and you hate it. You miss cracking jokes with Jesper, watching Kaz as you do to see if he'll give in and smile or not. He never does, but it's nice to pretend sometimes.

"You're not hurt." Not really a question from him, but he never really deals in questions.

"No, it's for Wylan. He has gunpowder all over his face. A bit suspicious should the stadwatch come in here."

Kaz nods, which is as much permission as you’ll get for taking the hand towel. "Return it after, Assassin."

"I'll send Wylan."

"I'm not asking for Wylan."

One day, he'll kill you. Because what does that mean? Are you meant to take that as something positive or something bad? His facial expression gives nothing away, schooled in the same neutral one as always.

"I'll still send him."

His gaze hardens at your clear refusal, but he doesn't push it. Just stays silent as you turn away, headed back down to the crow club. 

"Assassin." He calls after you just when you’re an awkward distance away. Screw him. "Get your tolerance up."

"My tolerance?" You ask, momentarily confused.

"Alcohol." He clarifies. “It’s a weakness.”

You scowl at him, openly glaring. If that didn't sting you didn't know what would. This one, though, you don’t want to fight against. It was too close to the line you were trying to avoid.

"Fine."

-

Not many things are easy in life. That's just a fact of it, as clear as the grass is green and the sky is blue. Although the sky is more grey than blue in Ketterdam.

What is easy, though, is the slicing of your knife across someone's throat. Less resistance than most people expect from the flesh and blood under the metal, giving way with just a bit of pressure.

Kaz glances over his shoulder at you and the dead body at her feet, startling. It's not very noticeable, per se, but you can still tell. From the slightest widening of his eyes to the downward twitch of his lips, you know.

He had no idea someone was behind him. And that was exactly why you were put on the duty of following him tonight. 

For a second he looks at you, then just keeps walking. You huff out a laugh.

"No thanks?" You ask him, crouching to rifle through the now-dead man's pockets.

"You're doing your job." He snaps. 

"I'd still appreciate a simple 'thank you.'" You pull out his wallet, flipping it open. "Dime Lions." 

"Great." Sarcasm. It makes you smile.

"He's dead now, so no worries." 

You snap his wallet shut and tuck it back into his pocket before jogging to catch up with Kaz. There wasn't much of value in it, but you take the Kruge that's in there. Enough to paint it as a petty robbery, although Pekka Rollins will know better. The stadwatch, on the other hand, won't. Which is exactly the point.

"Why are you walking with me?" Kaz asks, stiff and pointed.

"You didn't know he was behind you." Concern, hidden well, is tucked behind your words. Kaz isn't a dumbass. He knows to watch behind him, to pay attention. 

So why wasn't he?

"I had it under control."

"Brekker, if I wasn't here—"

"I pay you to be here. I had it under control."

Warning. You’re pissing him off, but you aren’t going to stop. Your lack of self preservation is just like that sometimes.

"You could've died due to your brooding." 

His eyebrow quirks up. "Brooding?"

"Thinking about whatever it is you're thinking about." You amend. "Revenge, or murdering babies, or whatever Kaz Brekker thinks about."

He turns his head towards you, most likely to scan your expression. You scan his first. There's the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes, making the fight drain out of you. You wonder what he finds in your expression.

"I prefer not to murder babies." Kaz finally answers, never breaking his stride. You light up, because that's a joke. 

"So revenge it is." You joke back, practically glowing.

"No."

"Then what, Brekker?" 

He stops, turning towards you. "Why are you still walking with me, Assassin? Your job is on the roofs at a distance."

You draw back, deflating slightly. You don’t let it show though, knowing better than to show weakness.

"Right." You turn away, vanishing down an alley to use the fire escape to get back up to the roofs.

Kaz keeps walking.

-

"Chin up. Watch my entire body, not just my feet." You instruct, darting in to lightly tap your opponent on the shoulder. Wylan sighs, jumping backwards far too late.

"This is hopeless." He claims dejectedly.

"Not hopeless. Just... difficult." 

You step back too, giving him a second to catch his breath. When Kaz told you to teach Wylan how to fight, you hadn't thought it'd go this bad. But here you are, in the basement of the Crow's headquarters. You’re desperately trying to get him to spar with you at least a little. Honestly, you’d be happy if he hit you even once.

"Come on, you've got this. Into the square then out. Anticipate my moves." 

Wylan lunges, stuttering forward, and you side-step with minimal effort. You’re slower than usual, more obvious. But at least he's trying, even if he's failing at it.

"How?" He moans miserably, looking down at his wrapped hands. Your hands are similarly wrapped, white gauze protecting her knuckles. Not that you’re hitting Wylan at all; you’ve been tapping him whenever she gets into range. 

"Everyone has tells. Even you." You dip your head towards him. "Think of Kaz. He slides his hand down further on his cane for a better grip before he swings it. That's a tell. Or Jesper, who angles his feet into shooting position before pulling his gun."

"How do you even notice this stuff?" 

"Perks of being a fighter." You shrug, lightly circling around him.

"I'm not a fighter." He points out.

"And we're trying to make you one."

Faintly, you can hear the noise of Kaz's cane approaching from somewhere. Doing rounds, maybe. You tun him out, focusing more on Wylan instead.

"So what's your tell?" Wylan asks you, making your laugh.

"If I knew, I wouldn't have one. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

He groans again, stepping back from you. You grin, shaking your head. "Come on, you've got this."

"I'm not made for fighting. I don't know how to look for a tell!”

You laugh. "I have immeasurable faith in you, Wy."

"Well I don't!" He throws his hands in the air, and you take the chance to knock him off balance. Before he can fall, though, you catch his wrist to keep him upright.

"Careful." You teas, ignoring his mumbles of curses.

"I'm starting to wonder why Inej couldn't have taught me." He grumbles. "Who cares if she's busy? What even is a tell?!"

"Angling shoulders before making a move." Kaz says, making both Wylan and you turn. "Because of a slighter frame, seeking the added power."

Not an insult, not from him. It's just a fact, a true statement. You choose stealth, speed, and agility over muscles and strength. To you, it's better. Because he's right; in a brute force battle, you’ll lose every single time.

You could write this off as him needing to know your weakness. That's just how Kaz was: he documented every weakness of every person, just in case. But something tells you this isn't that. It's something more, something you’re too scared to dig into.

And of course your tell is one she can't even fix, because he's right. You need that power more than you need to disguise your tell. 

"Thanks, Kaz." Wylan says brightly. "Maybe you'd be a better teacher."

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I don't see Brekker on the mat." 

"Lucky him." Wylan huffs under his breath, making you laugh. 

"I’m the one who ordered these lessons." Kaz informs Wylan, although they all already knew this. "So learn."

He shifts backwards, leaning against the wall. Watching.

Great. Now you feel like you’re being judged at how bad of a teacher you are. In your defense, you were taught to fight. Not how to teach others how to fight. There's no way to explain the dance, the intuition that'll take over when your life is in danger.

"Who taught you?" Wylan asks, and you freeze.

Not because you don’t have an answer, but because it's one you can't give. At least, not with Kaz in the room. He told you to keep your secrets, that he didn't want them. Well, this was one secret you sure as hell were keeping.

"Not a particularly kind teacher." You say, hoping that's good enough.

Late at night, freshly woken from a haunting memory, you can remember your training. Getting beaten within an inch of your life every single day. Learning how to fight become a necessity to survive, to avoid injury.

You won't be teaching Wylan that way. You couldn't stand the idea of hurting him like that. Of hurting anyone like that. Bringing pain to the helpless wasn't your style; and Kaz knew that. Which was exactly why they didn't have you do torturing in the Crows.

Wylan, wisely, keeps his mouth shut and raises his fists. You nudge his feet apart into a more proper stance, biting back a laugh when he nearly topples over.

"Saints, I can't wait until Jesper gets here."

-

The first thing Kaz says to you when you haul yourself up the Crow Club stairs and into his office isn't particularly nice. His back to you, standing over his desk. From the angle you have, leaning heavily against the doorway, you can see various papers spread out on it.

"You're late, Assassin." He says blandly over his shoulder. "By an hour."

"I know." You snap, because saints if there's one thing you don’t want it's to be chewed out by Kaz right now.

"Then why—" he turns, halting his own words as he takes you in.

You must be a sight for sore eyes to make him stop like that. Shoulder braced to against the doorway so she can lean on it, you stare back at him. Your arm, bleeding from a knife wound, is wrapped protectively around your ribs. Bruised, at least, but maybe fractured or broken. 

You take Kaz in the same way he's currently taking you in. His hair is disheveled, out of his usual, which has your interest immediately. Between that and his eyes—darker than usual—you can tell he's in a bad mood. Worrying. Bad news for you, most likely.

"You're hurt." He states the obvious, eyes trailing down to where you’re dripping blood onto his floor.

"No shit, Kaz." Your voice is laced with pain; no use trying to hide what he already knows. 

"Fight?"

"I won."

"Who?"

You set her jaw and resolutely refuses to answer. To admit that an ex-employer of yours (the one ex-employer before Kaz, actually) had sent someone to kill you? It painted you as having baggage. And in the barrel, that wasn't a good thing.

You did win, though. That much is the truth. Even though her opponent was about ten times the size of you and surprised you in you own home. That was a fear tactic, and damn if it wasn't working. Maybe you’d ask if you could stay with Wylan and Jesper until you found somewhere new to live.

"You wouldn't happen to have bandages, would you?" You ask instead of answering. You know he does.

He sighs. "In the bathroom." 

Neither of them move. In theory, getting them sounded great to you. But in practice, you know it'd kill your ribs.

"Where?" Kaz asks finally, and you know he's not asking where it happened.

"Arm. Ribs."

He frowns even more than he already is, and you look away. You were hired because you’re meant to be good. Meant to be above this injury stuff.

You look back at him when you hear him moving closer. He offers his cane to you. Anywhere else, it'd be courtesy. Simple politeness. Anyone else, it'd be no big deal. But you’re here, and it's him.

"Just take it." He says lowly, before you can make any comment.

So you do, hand wrapping around the metal crow head you’ve seen him grip a thousand times. It's warmer than you would've expected, warmed from body heat despite the gloves he's always wearing.

Kaz turns, heading to his bathroom without another word. His limp is pronounced, but he doesn't falter. You tighten your grip on his cane and follow him, ignoring the stabs of pain shooting through your ribs.

Bruised, fractured, or broken. Saints, you hope it’s the first one.

He goes to the bathroom closest, hand on the door to take the weight off his bad leg, reaching out to grabs a roll of bandages. You offer his cane back when he turns around, having the counter to lean on instead.

Kaz takes it silently, inclining his head towards the counter without any words. Your gaze flickers between him and the counter, biting your cheek.

Sitting on the counter would take the pressure off your ribs, yes. But at the same time, getting onto the counter was a problem in itself. If your ribs were broken badly, you could jar one irreversibly.

"It's like you can't do anything." Kaz snaps, anger and violence written into his tone.

You have your own quick remark fast on your tongue, easy to spit out at him. You never get the chance.

Kaz grabs your waist—gloves, he has his gloves on, and the three goddamn layers—and lifts you onto the counter. Your breath is gone for two reasons within the second. One: it fucking hurt. Two: when did he get the ability to do that? You aren’t heavy, and Kaz isn't weak, but fuck.

He drops the bandages on the counter next to you and walks out of the bathroom.

For a second, you’re too stunned to do anything. Then survival instincts kick in, and you grab the bandages with your good arm to stop the bleeding on your left one. The cut wasn't deep, a superficial wound really, but it was a lucky knife slash. Serrated blades were truly the worst thing to go around Ketterdam. Every damn fool was using them these days. Zero skill and all luck.

Ears carefully attuned to Kaz's cane and uneven footsteps, you’re just tucking the end of the bandage in when he walks back in. You don’t look up at him, although you’re about equal height right now due to your position.

It's a familiar position. Sitting on the countertop, Kaz in front of you. You close your eyes for a second, trying to clear out that mental image. 

When you open your eyes again, he's stepped between your legs.

Saints. Just like the stupid party.

"Hold your shirt up."

Your mind goes blank. "What?"

"You need someone to check if your ribs are fractured or not." His expression shifts, just slightly. Annoyed, maybe? "Hold your shirt up."

Swallowing your pride, or dignity, or self-restraint, you tug your shirt up. Just enough to make him able to see your ribs, no higher. You assume he'll look at them, seeing as observing is what he does best. You assume wrong.

Carefully, he lays his gloved hands over your rib cage and feels over your ribs. One layer. One fucking layer.

Your head tilts back, hitting the wall, mouth parting. Because this hurts, a double edged knife in the heart. Between your ribs and arm, you’ve been through enough. But now he's touching you, one layer stopping it from being skin-to-skin contact.

The coolness of his leather gloves slides over your ribs as he gently presses in, trying to feel if anything is amiss. You have to bite your tongue to stop from crying out in pain, but it's not enough to disguise your gasp.

"Breathe in." He orders. "Deeply."

You do so, slow and steady, closing your eyes against the pain. Without prompting you breathe out, which is considerably easier than breathing in. His thumb presses down, and yoj reflexively grab his wrist when it sends white-hot agony through you.

Kaz raises his eyebrows.

"Sorry." You breathe out.

One layer.

You drop your hand from his wrist.

"Talk." A command from your boss, or whatever he is to you right now.

You wracks her brain, only coming up with one thing. "Seven. I was seven—"

"Not a secret." He grinds out. "Something mundane."

It was a secret, but one you were offering willingly. Swallowing back pointless hurt (hadn't you gotten hurt at the same thing at that party?) you switch topics.

"I like dogs. The- ow- the smaller ones. Or the soft ones. They're cute, even as strays." 

Kaz presses down, harder than before, just on a certain spot on your ribs. The 8th one on the right side. You gasp, hand closing around his wrist again.

"Fractured." He says cooly, not pulling away.

Not pulling away.

"Hairline?" You ask hopefully.

Kaz, thank the saints, nods. He drops his hand but doesn't step back. In response, you drop your shirt back down.

You've been in this position before. Granted, you were drunk and not injured the last time, but your mind is drawing parallels.

"Who was it?" Kaz asks again, and you’re finally able to place the look in his eyes.

Murderous. 

If you hadn't killed the man herself, you’d be afraid for his safety. Maybe him dying to you was a blessing compared to whatever death he would've suffered at Kaz's hands.

"Who was it?" He repeats.

"Don't worry about it. I took care of it. I can handle myself just fine, Brekker."

He doesn't rise to the bait. "I know you can. And I still need a name." Pause. "Names?"

"I can handle my own fucking problems."

Kaz's gaze pointedly doesn't waiver. "What problems? I'm not above getting you drunk again. You seemed plenty happy to spill your secrets then."

Low blow. "Technically you didn't get me drunk. I got myself drunk."

"Technicalities. You're staying here tonight."

"Kaz!"

"Someone's after you, and you won't tell me who. You're an asset the Crow Club needs, and I protect my assets. Clear?"

He's Kerch. Ketterdam for most of his life, at the very least. You aren’t quite the same, having grown up in Ravka first then moved here. But you’re smart enough to know that Kerch use terms of endearment interchangeably with material goods.

And you know Kaz well enough to know that him calling you an asset isn't something small.

"Fine." You breathe, hoping he'll know that you accepting isn't something small either.

It's how the barrel works; in trades. It's how you two work.

"I'll find out who eventually." Kaz threatens—no, promises. "Wylan has the merch council after him. Inej the menagerie. Jesper the entirety of Ketterdam's gambling rings. I don't care who's after you."

"You will." 

Kaz reaches up, wrapping his fingers delicately around your chin. You’ve seen these same hands strangle a man before, yet they're nothing but soft here.

And he pulls your face to his, kissing you.

"Do not tell me what I will and won't care about."

Just as quickly as the kiss happens, it's over. Kaz takes a few steps back, until his back hits the wall. If you hadn't known him, you would've assumed it took no effort for him to do that. But you can see his hands flexing on his cane, and knows about his touch aversion.

No layers.

It takes you too many silent moments to place the look in his eyes. One that's unfamiliar to you, and unfamiliar to him. Vulnerability.

Not synonymous with weakness, because Kaz Brekker isn't weak. Even on his knees, he could be never be weak to you.

"Pekka Rollins." You breathe, offering your own vulnerability.

You know you won't get another kiss out of it, no matter how badly you want it. But you offer it anyways.

His eyes sharpen.

Your shared enemy.

"Better the enemy you know." He murmurs. "He sent someone after you."

"Repeatedly."

Kaz nods. "Then," he says slowly, meticulously, "we take him down."

He reaches a hand out, palm up, offering to help you off the counter. You take it, skin sliding against the leather, wincing as you slide off. 

"Take it easy. You're no use if your ribs become broken."

Well. If you squint, it's kind of sweet.

You stay up together, maps of Ketterdam spread out among various other papers in front of him. You in a chair next to his desk, him standing ominously over it. 

And when you start to fall asleep, ignoring the pain in your ribs, he does you the favor of not waking you up. Instead, he switches to his own seat, silently working on saints-knows-what.

The next time your eyes open, there's a blanket over you and a missing Kaz.

-

Affection from Kaz comes in the form of subtly, the things that have been there all along. The minor details you ignored, too doubtful you’d read it wrong.

Him leaning over you while reviewing a plan, for instance. Rather than wedge himself between you and Jesper—you’d both move for him, of course—he leans over you to tap a certain number. The barest of brushes, his arm against your shoulder, then nothing.

Or, more obvious, him offering out his cane to you to help you stand. It's just slightly alleviating on your ribs, which you do have wrapped carefully to prevent them from becoming worse. They're nearly healed, actually, the last of the bruises vanishing. 

But he still offers out his cane, and you still take it. Every time.

[yourmamakira]

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"Please start requesting, most of the time I'm out of ideas and I'm trying to expand my head and it's not big enough. But my blog is so dry with the recent Fandom changes so PLEASE. Request, Interact, repost, like, and Comment. Literally anything. - Kira "

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🚫🙅🏾‍♀️: Vomit Kink, Spit play, Age play [unless over 18], Necrophilia, Pedophilia, Zoophilia, Uraine Kink, fecice Kink, insect, stepcest, Disabilities Kink, R@pe, Non-consensual Sexual Activities, anything sexual about minor [unless aged up]. Uncomfortable ships, ships w/minors &; adults,

Failure to follow the rules will result in a Block & report!

" ...coming soon! " = Currently working on it!

+ request current opened

Specials ! :

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MOOD BOREDS !

Red = in progress

Sataru Gojo

Carl Grimes

Colby Brock

Joel Miller

Spencer Reid

❝ [ YOUTUBERS ] ❞

MCYT COMMUNITY [DISCONTINUED?] :

"DSMP MASTER LIST ..."

SAM & COLBY :

c. brock —

"Somber beginnings"

“Bf!Colby Brock”

"Killed someone for you" ...coming soon!

"Viral Love"

"Ghostly encounters"

JOHNNIE GILBERT :

"I miss him, I miss her"

THE GROUP CHAT :

Grunk —

"Grunk being Readers kid for 10 mins straight."

HC's!: ↴

"tgc w/Hello Kitty girl!Reader"

"tgc w/Clumsy!Reader" ...coming soon!

"Tgc and Reader's Duo names"

STURNIOLO TRIPLETS :

m. sturniolo

"Late Nights W Matt"

"Texting With Matt"

c. sturniolo

"Late Nights W Chris"

"Texting With Chris"

"My Serotonin"

CHUCKLE SANDWICH :

"Y/user lovesssss meat!"

"Reader loves big fat meat."

j. schlatt —

"Teddy Bear"

AMP :

00Agent —

"Viral Love"

Ray —

"Baby Talk" ...coming soon!

SIDEMEN :

There's nothing here yet...

OTHER YT's ! :

There's nothing here yet...

❝ [ SHOWS ] ❞

ALL OF US ARE DEAD :

There's nothing here yet...

ALICE IN BORDERLAND :

c. shuantaro —

"Anger management"

“An Owl and a Crow” …coming soon!

CRIMINAL MINDS :

There's nothing here yet...

SUPERNATURAL :

There's nothing here yet...

SHAMELESS :

There's nothing here yet...

STRANGER THINGS :

There's nothing here yet...

SWEET HOME :

There's nothing here yet...

THE WALKING DEAD :

C. Grimes —

"Fighting words"

“Comic Relief” …coming soon!

TEEN WOLF (MTV) :

There's nothing here yet...

THE LAST OF US [HBO] :

There's nothing here yet...

UMBRELLA ACADEMY :

There's nothing here yet...

❝ [ MOVIES ] ❞

DOFWK : RR :

There's nothing here yet...

MID90s :

"Older brother RayRay"

IT [2017] :

H. bowers —

"Boys gon' soft"

R. Tozier —

"Tea Pot"

SPIDER MAN ; ITSV & ITMV :

M. Morales —

"Catastrophic Damage"

THE BLACK PHONE :

V. hopper —

"Falling for the Villian"

"the Bp post you on national GF day"

THE MAZE RUNNER ; [ALL MOVIES] :

There's nothing here yet...

IN- QUOTES: ↴

❝ [ ANIMES ] ❞

MY HERO ACADEMIA :

There's nothing here yet...

HAIKYU! :

There's nothing here yet...

JUJTSU KAISEN :

S. Gojo —

"The fox and The hound" ...coming soon!

❝ [ GAMES ] ❞

141 TASK FORCE :

Ghost —

"Scary Boyfriend Privileges." …coming soon!

TaskForce —

"Silencer"

"Task force x Jack rabbit hybrid"

"Task force x Puppy Hybrid"

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WHO I WRITE FOR !

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[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

Rawr.

I said I was done writing for the night and read some really old stuff I wrote about a certain Voldemort of the MCYT world and now I wanna write an x reader fic about Sirius Black. The only two finished ones I have were like 100 pages. So hopefully if I do write one it's at least longer than that c'mon now- But yeah. Back of my brain is buzzing now cause I'm far too feral for this man-

[trashland-llamas]

-> Fic Masterlist <- (Fandoms A-G | Fandoms H-Z)

Harry Potter [Original series, FBAWTFT, Marauders]

Soft-Spoken; Theseus Scamander + Reader who struggles with compliments [GN]

Eye of the Storm; Theseus Scamander x Veela!Reader [GN]

Blasted Minotaur; Theseus lulls the reader to sleep with the story of Theseus & the Minotaur [GN]

Nobody’s Fault but my Own; Molly finds a letter Percy wrote to Fred after his death

Dear Freddie; the letter mentioned in Nobody's Fault but my Own

Piss Off; Ron x Draco; Draco only knows how to flirt by pissing the other person off

Marauders Headcanons + some Lily & Regulus sprinkled in

Regulus & his Hufflebuddy [GN]

Dysphoria’s a bitch, huh?; Regulus Black helps to protect other trans students at Hogwarts

Belly Scratches; Headcanons around how Padfoot reacts to belly scratches and how the Marauders lean into it

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Meow?; Regulus discovers Remus' secret and decides to help in his own way by becoming an animagus himself

Grrrr?; Regulus asks out Remus on a date, revealing that he's the black cat shadowing the Marauders. Sequel to Meow?

Succor; Remus renounces his magic until Regulus shows up with a job proposition

R.A.B; Sirius, after leaving home is surprised to find his brother on the Knight Express

Hermitcraft SMP

Na-Scar; Retired nascar driver! Scar helps train Grian to win a race/bet against Mumbo

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets; My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him [GN]

Kitsune; Kurt Wagner x Fox/Kitsune! Reader Hcs [GN]

Cancels Out; Rogue discovers Reader's mutation while giving them a tour of the school. Reader's able to nullify other mutant's abilities [GN]

Starry Night; Ororo uses her mutation to let a regressed reader stargaze on a cloudy night [GN]

[eclipsedzs]

Any one have requests for somthing not dsmp related? I’ll be doing other things that i haven’t had time to put on the masterlist such as,

Marauders Era

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

[never-fair]

requests open 🔥

requests for writing have opened ‼️

taking requests for:

marauders era ( remus lupin, sirius black, james potter ) x fem!reader

mcyt ( sapnap, karl, georgenotfound, quackity, wilbur soot, nihachu) x fem!reader

for requests please specify the prompt. example: "fluff with remus lupin" is something i wouldn't write as id have no motivation. but something like "waking up in the morning and making breakfast for remus" is something id have motivation for.

thanks loveys 🐢

[casawio]

https://www.wattpad.com/1139534764-𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷-𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱-𝓽𝓱𝓮-𝔀𝓪𝔂-𝔂𝓸𝓾-𝓪𝓻𝓮-dream-x-emo-reader

heres the full fic it is insane its dripping with 2021 mcyt fandom i blacked out making it

[ultimatefandom]

If I Had You - a DNF short meetup fic

Paring | DNF GeorgeNotFound x Dream

WC | 479

Genre | fluff

A/N | hello everyone!!! This is officially my FIRST mcyt fanfic and I enjoyed writing this one. I wrote this quite quickly after the meetup vlog but have gatekept it. ENJOY! (pls dont be a silent reader)

lowercase intended

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george couldnt sleep. he had just moved in a few hours earlier, he thought that he wouldve been passed out by now but his thoughts wandered, screaming at the walls. he slowly go up from his bed, pushing back the thin black comforter, and walked out of his new room.

it didnt take long to reach the kitchen, he thought if he maybe had a glass of water, it might calm his sleeplessness. rubbing his eyes, he opens the fridge to grab out a plastic water bottle. apparently flordia water isnt too good, so most people prefer pre-bottled.

“americans..” he muttered, shaking his head.

“what are you doing up?” George jumped, dropping his opened water bottle that was currently all over the floor.

“dream you cant keep scaring me like that” george huffed, frantically grabbing the paper towels that were on the counter. dream did a little chuckle as he walked a little closer to the kitchen island, resting his arms on the stool head.

“hows your first day in the good ol’ america? see any bald eagles yet?” dreams eyes had an amused sparkle to them, george liked that. He didnt realize he was holding his breath, in which he choked out

“it was good. im glad im here finally.” he gave dream a small smile, who then decided to walk closer to george- reaching his arms out in a hug-like action.

“me too” exhaled dream, once he wrapped his arms around him

george immediately hugged back, he felt like staying forever in his arms. dream felt the same way, but he knew that the hug would have to eventually end. and it ended.

dream and george stayed up for the rest of the night together in the kitchen, sometimes they would change locations to the living room. they stayed up all night talking about every little thing they could think of; future plans for the three of them, video ideas, midnight thoughts, etc.

sapnap found them in the morning, the sun shining through the windows, reflecting off of dreams hair. he saw georges head on dreams lap, blanket tucked into him, and dreams arms holding onto his best friend securely. he chuckled and pulled out his phone, taking a quick photo.

sapnap had to go out for a errand run, so he shot a text to dream to let him know where he went. dream was already awake at that point, george was still fast asleep on him.

dream picked up his phone and started looking through twitter, liking and commenting on fanart. he quickly got bored of it, so he put his phone down on the coffee table beside him. dream ran his hand through his hair and he felt a stir coming from his best friend. he was waking up. dream smiled at him when his eyes opened, sticking his tongue out.

“morning sleeping beauty”

[mjxmoon]

sapnap takes you to meet his family II

sapnap x black reader

word count: short lol

request: Okay but part 2 of the Sapnap fanfic? like what happened in the car ride home? Did he call his family out or cut them off? Is the reader gonna get hate crimed at thanksgiving next year? these are questions I need to know- 🍫

pt. 1 here :)

a/n me?? POSTING CONTENT????

warnings: swearing

Sapnap chews on his bottom lip nervously as more time since you’ve last spoken to him passes. Ever since leaving his family's house, you've sat slumped up against the window, ignoring all of your boyfriend's attempts to try and lighten the mood. "You aren't talking to me." Sapnap points out.

"Mhm," You hum back, confirming his remark. It's silent for another moment before you finally decide to say your piece.

"Why did you bring me there?" You turn in your seat to face him. "To their house? In that neighborhood? Knowing you had a family who would obviously think negatively of me?"

"I thought they'd be different with you."

His heart was in the semi-right place, but you find it weird that he would bring you to a low-profile KKK meeting without any thought. "So you knew they were racist and decided, 'hey, let me just bring my Black partner anyway?' seriously?"

He throws his hands up in disbelief. "Well, what did you want me to do? Just hide you from my family?"

"If they're racist, then yeah." You mutter, turning to look back out the window. "Racist people just don't magically change."

"I just wanted them to get to know you." He pouts.

You sigh, getting a little frustrated that he still can't seem to understand why bringing you there was the worst thing he could have done. "Sapnap, the minute they saw what I looked like, they didn't care about getting to know me. I know you love your family, but please don't bring me somewhere where I'll be treated differently because I'm Black. It's not fair."

He nods his head, but you still can't tell if he's fully comprehending what you're saying. "So what should I do? Do you want me to talk to them?"

"Well-" You pause, trying to lay out your response carefully. With family it's complicated, and you would hate to cause any tension amongst Sapnap and his, but on the other hand, you don't want them to get away with their racist bullshit. "I don't know, I just don't want to ever have to see them again."

Maybe that last bit was a little harsh, but it's exactly how you feel, and you figure it's a great time to be honest.

"You're right-"

"I know I'm right." You interrupt with a slight grin.

Sapnap chuckles. "Of course you're right. So, I'll talk to them, and I'm sorry."

"Thank you." You say with a smile, finally feeling like you can relax after such an intense and draining day. There's still a lot you two will have to work through, and a lot Sapnap will have to learn, but you're happy conversations like this are built on a mutual understanding of wanting to educate and support each other.

"But you still wanna come to thanksgiving, right?" Sapnap jokes.

You roll your eyes as you reach for your phone to queue up some music for the rest of the ride home. "Of course! Unseasoned food and racism is exactly how I want to start my holiday season!"

~

side bar: might do a part 3 because this is fun also this tiktok perfectly encapsulates how i feel about people bringing poc over to meet their racist family, like damn are you stupid fr? ok im done

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DEBUT ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

₊˚ʚ summary | after ranboo watches one of your musicals on stream, wilbur becomes fascinated with you. when you're actually performing in front of him, he can't take his eyes off you.

₊˚ʚ genre | pure fluff

₊˚ʚ warnings | swearing, typos

₊˚ʚ pairing | cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress!reader

₊˚ʚ featuring | cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!ranboo

₊˚ʚ pronouns | she/her

₊˚ʚ word count | 0.7k

₊˚ʚ note | this is my first mcyt imagine on tumblr, so please be tender with me lol. the musical they go and watch is called black friday, and it's connected to tgwdlm (the musical that ranboo and tubbo watched on stream a while ago). you don't need to have seen black friday OR the musical VOD to understand it though, don't worry. also the timeline is wrong, since ranboo and toby didn't even know each other when black friday came out but shhh

wilbur pretends to be too cool for the rest of them, literally vibrating from excitement. they're all jumping on the spot slightly, waiting for the doors to open. he acts like tubbo and ranboo dragged him along, but he probably would have gone anyway. just to see you. 

when ranboo and tubbo watched your last musical on stream, he'd tuned in. of course he did, he tried to watch as many of his friend's streams as possible, even just as background noise. background noise turned into making the window full screen, turned into watching all your other stuff, turned into subscribing to your twitch. 

the doors open and they start ushering people inside letting them take their seats. tommys tugging on his sleeve, dragging him to the front row where their tickets say, sitting right in the aisle seat. 

as the musical starts, you and a few of your costars make your say down through the audience to make your entrance and right before you step up onstage, your fingers brush his shoulder. you don't pause your singing though, to give him an in-character wink. tommy jabs him in the wrist as you continue to sing, glancing over your shoulder as you exit discreetly, ready to make your first quick change. some of the cast stays on, singing vibrantly about.... something fucking creepy. he wasn't paying attention, if he was honest. but not for lack of trying, he swears! 

the next characters are two he recognises from the last musical, and he cheers along with the audience, not even knowing the two were connected. he's eventually swept up in the show. 

he bops his head to the songs - they're catchy as fuck - and when tommy laughs uncomfortably loud at a dick joke, he's not even looking to see if it made you break character.  you change the dialogue once, and it's so subtle - such a small change - that no one notices. no one would have if they hadn't seen the show before.

you're supposed to make a fortnite joke, but you know your directors won't care if you change just the one word. 

"they're all into minecraft, dude!" you say, eyes flicking ever so slightly to his little group. the crowd laughs, the joke still lands, and tommy lets out an inappropriately loud cheer. wilbur tells him to shut up, but he does so with a smile on his face. 

the last song of the show gives him chills, and they're not the only ones who stand up to give their applause. tubbo and ranboo are chattering excitedly ("no, i swear it was her! she had the same jumper and everything!"), while tommy raves about the main character, also coincidentally named tom. 

wilbur just nods as they stand out in the foyer of the theatre, waiting for the cast to make their appearances. the other three go up to everyone they can, tommy making an absolute idiot of himself in front of tom's actor, who is 100% into it. he lays back, waiting. you're the last one out, and he practically attacks you. you beam at him. 

"wilby!" no one around you hears, and you launch yourself into his arms. he chuckles, eyeing his friends. they haven't noticed. "did you enjoy the show?" 

"i did, love," he said earnestly. "you were incredible. except for that bit where you had to kiss that guy. twice. it's like they don't know you have a boyfriend," he teased you, bumping you with his elbow.

 "to be fair, i didn't have a boyfriend when they cast me," you pointed out. he smiled at you and leant down to press a kiss to your temple. "can i meet your friends now?" he nods down at you, and you race off, stealing their attention from your costar. 

you introduce yourself, and they follow, if not somewhat confused. their faces all brighten simultaneously when you tack on "wil's girlfriend." 

tommy fake gags, and he knows what his little brother is thinking, exactly what tommy's thinking. "she's not out of my league, tom," he says.

 tommy looks scandalised. "yes she is,"

 he looks over at you talking animatedly with tubbo and ranboo. "yes she is," he agrees.

[dat-bruv-person]

Me: Fem!Y/n, you are amazing! Male!Y/n, you are the absolute best, never stop making me smile! GN!Y/n, thank you for being the first reader I introduced in my writing - I love you so much smh. Powerful!Y/n, even with your 999 powers and quirks, we still love ya! Depressed!Y/n, don't listen to em' haters. You're welcome round my house any day! Wattpad!Y/n, you best be singing at my Christmas party tomorrow! Make sure you belt Fight Song at the top of your lungs! Trans!Y/n, remind me to take you shopping next week, you deserve to feel comfortable in your new skin! POC!Y/n, bring that quality food and culture to light! (Please bestieee)

Me: Whatever kind of reader you are, take care of yourself and have yourself a merry little Christmas.