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hella1975 · 1 year

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my favourite ways of handling rude customers that wont actually get me fired but are still satisfying:

if they complain i love just really enthusiastically agreeing with them. like i pretend we're having a bitching session they're like 'the food was cold we waited for ages i HATED the meal' yadda yadda and i just nod along like 'omg that's awful no fr exactly im saying like' and more often than not they tire themselves out bc they're waiting on me to be like 'this is what im going to do to fix that/compensate you' and i just dont LMAO

just good old-fashioned harrassment. if you're on my shit list as a customer then that's it you're gonna get used to me. im checking your table every fifteen minutes. im forcing you into conversation. im waiting for you to bite into your food before i come over. im going to be so fucking annoying and you wont really be able to do anything bc technically im doing my job and who would use THIS of all things as psychological warfare... right?

for the super rude and demanding customers that are REALLY on a roll, i let them get a couple sentences out and then i just. cut them off. and really sweetly go 'oh im so sorry could you repeat that i didn't catch it'. it's insane how much something so simple can throw off their whole rhythm like it forces them to stop and think about what they're saying. doesn't always work but it at least slows them down

this one took me a while to start doing bc i dont actually have the authority for this BUT THE CUSTOMER DOESNT KNOW THAT. so if they complain about a specific past incident (e.g 'a girl served me last time and she was SO rude') i'll get very serious like 'what was her name?' and they're like 'what' bc NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN these people are just miserable and want to complain purely for the sake of complaining and kicking down, they dont actually want the confrontation. so i just stay very stoic like 'we pride ourselves on our service here and matters like this are handled very seriously. i could get a manager for you to talk to...?' they almost always want to drop it and i'll usually keep pushing it anyway just bc it's so funny watching them squirm when only 2 mins ago they were acting all high and mighty trying to make me uncomfortable over something ENTIRELY OUT OF MY CONTROL. ive only used this trick a couple times with customers i can tell OFF THE BAT are going to be wankers but not a single one of them have taken it further and it tends to placate them for the rest of the meal too bc idk they realise you're an actual human being with autonomy and not just a punching bag for light entertainment i guess

just a general statement here: if you're rude then im going to assume you'll find something to complain about either way. like the logic that 'the more i chuck myself around the better the service will be' is soooo flawed imo bc all it makes me do is figure i might as well make your experience bad on MY grounds instead of yours. im going to hold your food back. im not going to care about keeping your drinks topped up. is it good standard for a waitress? no it is not. but my other alternative is going down for battery and id rather keep the job on thin ice than lose it entirely

this isnt something ive done but my mum once had a really rude customer and she worked at a proper fancy place where the customers all wore suits and ball dresses, and she decided she was sick of this woman so when she was pouring her BOILING HOT gravy for her - mad that there are places where the staff pour your fucking gravy? - my mum 'accidentally' spilled it on her lap LMFAO

#spiteful behaviour that cant technically get me fired you are so beloved to me #you make my life so fun truly #hi ive just remembered im working the whole of april bc it's easter holidays and i dont think im ready to go back #like i love my job but also *gunshots* *explosions* *police sirens* *screaming*#hella slaves to capitalism

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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but i want it too much {c!Dream}

Summary: Yandere!Dream. You've become the object of Dream's affections, whether you like it or not. He's fully prepared for resistance, to have to give you time, and possibly even resort to some less than pleasant measures if at first you don't feel the same, at least until you understand that all he wants is to keep you safe, to give you the world. What he wasn't expecting was for you to go willingingly.

Because yes, he wants you, but more than anything, you want to be wanted.

Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Dream / Enabler!Reader. The inciting incident/conversation.

A/N: 2859 words. written on my phone, and my first time writing a yandere au, so ah, i think it might be a bit soft compared to a lot i've read, but also ive a few more ideas for this situation or something like it, yanno? im building to something. im establishing the dynamic, you know? anyways, please heed the warnings and let me know what you think. just something i smashed out in a night in between stints writing longer fics.

Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; stalking, manipulation, threats of social & physical isolation, obsession, slight objectification of reader.

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }

He'd been called paranoid for keeping as close an eye on you as he had been, which he resents. You were trying to live your life peacefully in wartime, which he had great respect for. This war felt cruel and unnecessary; why violence was being perpetuated simply because Tommy and Wilbur decided to start their own nation in the middle of one that already existed, Dream could only chalk up to a selfish, contrarian desire on their parts.

The point is, you, a pacifist through and through, was always willing to lend a hand and keep the peace. Some may call it treason, when one day you're listening to Wilbur complain endlessly about Dream one day, knowing full qell you have plans to go exploring with Dream himself the following day, but Dream can't bring himself to chastise you for having a heart. That, and the fact that you're surprisingly discrete with your friendships. Nobody would suspect you. Nobody's been watching half as close as Dream.

Well, okay, he doesn't chastise you, he doesn't even let you know that he knows, but it doesn't mean he likes it. Something angry and jealous flares up in his chest when he thinks about it, when he thinks about the citizens of L'manburg taking refuge in your kitchen, emotional labour without compensation. But he doesn't act. Yet.

Jealousy's just an emotion, it's normal, he won't feel guilty for feeling it, especially not when your kindness is being wasted by his rivals, his enemies. You he doesn't begrudge, though he sometimes thinks you're a bit naïve. The way those L'manburg traitors talk, however, makes it clear they have no idea that your kind heart doesn't hold the same allegiances. He watches to gather intel, and to make sure you don't slip and reveal your friendship with anyone who could use it against you; he watches to make sure nothing happens to you.

All he's ever wanted is to make sure you're safe, though that's getting harder and harder with the war.

And he wants to tell you he knows, he sees how hard you're working, how you're trying to be a place of love and serenity in this shit show. But it's hard to do without showing his hand, without potentially scaring you off. He wants to give you the things he knows you need without explaining how exactly he knows you need them, or even asking why he thinks you deserve them.

But you smile at him, and a white-hot surge of jealousy flashes through him at the idea of anyone else seeing you smile so bright. His resolve is crumbling. He's wearing the label of villain on behalf of everyone else, on behalf of the greater good; his stomach turns to consider doing anything that would make you think less of him, but to him there's no greater good than you. In time, you would forgive him. It's a necessary evil, he reasons; he'd use whatever means necessary to get you to the sanctuary he'd created, and once you're safe he'll put the work in to help you see the why, the love behind it all.

He dons the mantle of a villain and goes expecting a fight, expecting resistance; friend to all forced into isolation for their safety? He doesn't expect you to be happy about it.

But still, you open the door with a smile.

"Dream," his appearance, in this moment, is a pleasant surprise. You are alone, as he knew you would be, "you look tense, are you okay?" Anyone else, Dream muses, would have asked if something happened, especially in wartime, would have focused on the situation. Your heart is too gentle for you to be so unguarded.

"We need to talk," his gaze darts behind him, "we should do this inside." If words alone aren't enough to convince you, he doesn't want to make a scene. Bemused, you gesture for him to come through, offering refreshments. He knows your favourite drink pitcher is broken, he's had a replacement sitting shamefully in the bottom of one of his chests, alongside a veritable collection of things he's been wary give you. Once he's gotten you to the sanctuary he'll give it to you, he'll make sure you have everything you rightly deserve.

He declines your offer.

"I know Fundy was here yesterday," he says, settling himself at your kitchen table. At the fridge, you freeze. He desperately wishes he could see your face, your expression.

"That's a strange thing to know," you say, voice tight. Why? He hears the distrust; why do you know that? "What would it matter if he was, I've been very clear about my home being politically neutral." Shutting the fridge, you turn to him, gaze cool. There's something cruel in the back of his mind that wants to berate you for mistrusting him; he has to remind himself that you have only a fraction of the information he's working with, that you will see in time.

"And Wilbur comes, and Tommy, and they talk to you for hours; a lot can be said in over one coffee," political motivations are easy to understand, to explain, to accept. The way his fucking chest aches when he thinks about you granting other people time and love and care when they never give anything in return, that's an idea he plans to introduce slowly.

"They complain more than anything else," you cross your arms, "not exactly riveting military discussions," sitting carefully across from him, your gaze flicks to the window, voice going quiet, "they don't know we're friends, Dream, I don't see the issue." Your shoulders are set in a tense line, if it holds too long it'll start to ache. Mentally, Dream's apologising, vowing to never be the source of your unwanted discomfort once everything smoothed over.

"But if you slipped up, if they did find out -" as he speaks, your jaw clenches, "you think Shoot First Tommy wouldn't immediately jump to the worst possible conclusion?" He leaves you to mull with that for a moment. Your expression wrinkles.

"Its not as if anyone trusts me with important information, everyone knows that," you snapped, unfurling your arm to press your palms flat to the table, looking at them with a surprisingly frustrated intensity, "Tommy wouldn't really see me as a threat, no-one does; I make tea and take my friends through the forest to pick mushrooms and flowers," your lip curls, looking up, finally meeting Dream's gaze, "are you here to kill me for the crime of having friends and being cottagecore?" He wants to take your face in his hands, to smooth the worry lines on your forehead, to tell you that's exactly why he's here, not to kill you, but to keep you and your heart safe from those who may not take as kindly to your good nature, "you really worried about me in all your political bullshit?"

Yes, because if anything happened to you, he's not sure who he'd become in his grief.

"I want to trust you," he says carefully, "but in doing so, you would become..." he let's his words simmer in the air for a moment, "a loose end."

There's a very sudden shift in your expression, from fury to surprise. Perhaps this would go smoother than anticipated.

Then, however, after a moment of consideration, you slump back and huff a long sigh.

"I'm really no strategist, I don't know why I got so worked up about no-one trusting me with information," with an apologetic little smile, you meet his gaze, almost sheepish; the mood, however, has lifted considerably, "I probably wouldn't be able to figure out what is and isn't important and blab things I shouldn't know about," you admitted, "so it's actually pretty good I'm not trusted with info like that, and having info would also feel like picking a side, it's a whole hassle -"

"This war is really more effort than it's worth," Dream says. When you, however, tip your head to the side and make a vague noise of disagreement, his hands clench into fists reflexively; they've been poisoning you against him, even if you don't fully realise it. He amends before you can voice any contradiction; "for you," he says quickly, "everyone complaining to you and expecting you to just soak it up when it's not even your war." Reaching out across the table, he carefully rests his hand on yours.

"Its important to you, of course I'll listen," earnest despite your surprise at his words, something grateful about your expression when you meet his gaze. There's something tired in your eyes that he's sure you'd been making an effort to mask only a minute ago.

"You shouldn't have to worry," he leaves it open, because you may not worry about politics, or even your own wellbeing, but you worry about people, and that's where your mind jumps immediately.

"Its a war," you say slowly, your hand moving beneath his, turning. Palm to palm now, his brain stalls for a second as your fingers delicately brush his pulse point, "its bigger than me," you tell him carefully, "no-one wants to worry, but you know it's in my nature." Its a well established fact, everyone knows it, but that's not how you chose to word it; there's triumph in his chest understand that no-one else has taken the time to have this conversation with you. But the triumph loops back to anger, to rage, as he considers the emotional labour you've never been afforded in kind by the people you consider friends.

"I want to worry about you." As if he doesn't already; perhaps he'd overthought this, perhaps you'd actually appreciate the truth.

"What?" How is this a genuine surprise? How are you not getting it yet?

"I do worry about you," he amends, finger grasping your wrist, "and I'm taking you somewhere where I... won't."

"Won't worry?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, looking at his hand. He can feel your heartbeat racing. Fuck, he's scaring you, isn't he?

"When I don't have to worry, I'll be able to trust you," he takes a deep breath, remembering the resolve he'd had this morning; he'd be able to spend the rest of your lives apologising for being a villain this once.

"Why?"

That response he'd anticipated. Not even slightly. He blinks, the faintest frown of confusion creasing his brow.

"Why go to all this effort to make sure I'm not a loose end?" It's not accusatory, it's genuinely curious. Your hand shifts in his grip, as if trying to get free, for a moment, while he thinks, and he's reluctant to let go, "we both know how easy it would be for you to kill me."

He lets go of you finally, expecting you to draw your arm back, out of his reach. Instead, you both watch as you lace your fingers with his. It's trust on the back of your loaded question, if he twisted the right way, he knows he could snap several bones in your wrist, and you know this too. The silence demanded an answer.

"Because it's you," he says, finally, the words spilling from him honest and half-thought, "because you don't deserve to die for being kind enough to be as vulnerable as you are."

"Not because someone else turned down this offer?" You said carefully, "not- not because you're worried about me being a political pawn or a traitor?"

"Well you wouldn't do that to me," he doesn't even have to think about his answer, not when everything about you, about why you act the way you do, has suddenly clicked into place. He can hear it loud and clear; do you want me for me?

"That's very presumptuous," you tell him like you're unaware of your own subtext, but you're almost smiling, "I think all of you are underestimating me and my capabilities."

"I'm not arguing that, but I think turning traitor is too much like picking a side for you to consider it," he says like its the most obvious thing in the world, and your mouth drops open with surprise.

"And agreeing to go with you? That's not?"

"The war wouldn't be a concern anymore, no sides, just us."

"Us?" There's that surprised, grateful tone again, the one that melts his heart a little to hear. Which was good considering he hadn't even registered what he'd said until your response, and his mind was spinning out trying to understand your response, "just us?"

"Its for your own protection," he says quickly, still clinging to his last shreds of a story before he knows he'll inevitably blurt out the truth. As each moment passes, however, he finds himself understanding more and more that that's exactly what you're desperate to hear.

"Not even your allies?" There's a smile slowly making its way onto your face. He'd considered it; once the relationship was secure, once he knew nothing could threaten it, perhaps his own trusted friends could be blessed with your kind friendship, so long as they never took it for granted. But that was the future.

"Not until the war is done; people are fickle, and," he gave a fond smile, "you're too sweet for your own good."

"You'd deprive the world of my goodness?" But your tone is teasing; there's a correct answer to this question.

"They've already taken more than they deserve."

"What they deserve?" You turn the words over in your mind, expression a little bemused as you consider, "I don't think goodness is something anyone is entitled to-"

"Is that what you tell yourself?" He fires off, tired of hearing you downplay your importance in your own life. Your eyes go wide.

"I-"

"To justify why you're always so kind and putting in the effort to listen and understand people, that is. Goodness isn't something anyone's entitled to, so you give it freely and pretend like you don't want one fucking person to care," his free hand comes down on the table with a bang, the fury radiating from him in waves.

"Dream -" you're shrinking back, looking almost ashamed.

"And I do, okay, I'm here and I fucking care, and I want to keep you safe from everyone who didn't bother to properly know you and wouldn't feel remorse for turning on you if it suited them -"

"Don't I get a say?" You ask weakly, a hail-Mary pass at pretending like you're not considering it, but you haven't let go of his hand.

"Say whatever you want, but I know you-" Dream fires off, his grip on your hand almost painfully tight; you don't complain, "you'll put up a show of protesting, now that I've started yelling, now that I've ripped the curtain back and you have to acknowledge that your friends are selfish and shallow. But we both know that you haven't once voiced your wants, because everyone's valid to want, to take kindness and make you worry, to ask for favours they'll know you'll never cash in, because wanting is valid unless it's you, right?"

"If it's so easy, what do you want? To take me away from harm because you're selfless, and I'm too good for this world?" Your lip curls, defensive, lashing out when confronted with someone finally seeing the painful truth you live by. Dream gives a sharp, humourless laugh.

"Oh no, I'm done pretending like its not selfish," he detangles his fingers from yours, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, "the idea of you wasting your time on anyone who takes you for granted, yeah, sure it boils my fucking blood, but the idea of you smiling that- that fucking smile of yours at anyone else?" He huffed, shaking head, "so yeah, I'll be selfish; I want you for you, not for any political bullshit reason, and I don't intend to share." Leaning over the table, he finds himself breathing hard after his explosive admission. The silence rings in his ears; he looks up, and something about how carefully neutral your expression is feels like a victory. He can't help but smirk, "which is exactly what you wanted to hear, isn't it?"

"We were just friends before this morning," you say softly, actively fighting back a smile.

"You were naïve and I was a coward before this morning," he corrected, you duck your head to hide your smile.

"You mean it? You- you- how long? Can I ask how long?" You babble, fingers dancing along the table. It's longer than he'd like to admit, but you actually giggle, sounding rather flattered, "you've been looking out for me all that time?"

Not paranoid, not stalker, not creep; looking out for. He loves you, is it too early to say that? He loves the way your mind works. You understood him perfectly.

He's aware your rush of affection is from how desperately you've been craving someone else to want you, to put in effort for you, but you agree to go with him without a fight. Between the initial affection, and the fact that you were, in fact, friends before, all he needs to develop this into something that will last is time.

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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oh my gosh no way~ 💙

happy birthday, sunshine <3<3

Omgeeee tyyyy

Also I’m sorry I’m using ur hbd as a request but I can’t edit my posts unless I’m answering smth so iM SORRY HAHAHA HERES A KUROO DRABBLE

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Drabble - Kuroo x popular male reader

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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There are days Kuroo Tetsurou really, really, really hates (L/n) (Y/n).

Well, not so much hate him, more like ‘hates when he’s whisked away by stupid fangirls when he’s hanging out with him.’ Seriously, it’s only been about 15 minutes, and girls are already swarming him.

Stupid girls. Stupid (Y/n). They literally just arrived at a ramen shop, and he was already occupied with his harem from Nekoma. Kuroo ran a hand through his messy hair. They haven’t even stepped inside for crying out loud.

“R-really-! I gotta go!” He heard (Y/n) say. Some girls whimpered, their faces deflating animatedly. “I came here to hang out with my friend Tetsurou and-“

(Y/n) let out a ‘omph?’, when Kuroo grabbed his waist and ran a thumb against his lips. The girls, and (Y/n), went quiet.

“(Y/n)-kun~ Can we go now? I want you and your cute self in my arms faster.”

(Y/n) deadpanned. Kuroo shot him a look that screamed ‘Dude I’m so sorry, no homo...play along-I’m getting impatient and I wanna eat.’

He was about to say ‘no’, until he heard the squeals and giddy whispers from the few girls around them. (Y/n) caught on.

He ‘shyly’ nuzzled his cheek into Kuroos palm, using his other hand to to cup his other cheek. Mustering up the best embarrassed face he could, he averted his gaze from Kuroo. “Tetsu-chan...not in public...”

Kuroo stifled a snicker as the girls audibly squealed. The power of boys love. (Y/n) stomped on Kuroos foot harshly, drawing up a quiet grunt from him.

“Hm? Not in public?” Kuroo pretended to look around, avoiding eye contact with the 5 girls around them. It was pretty easy though, he was almost 6’1, while the average female height in Japan was 4’11. He practically towered over them. “I don’t see anyone here.”

It was (Y/n’s) turn to snicker internally. The girls were practically eating this up. Good thing he forced Kuroo to watch romance anime's with him. It was exceedingly moe. (Y/n) ‘blushed harder’, and turned to the girls.

“I-I’m sorry-I have to go now...” he stuttered. The girls covered their smiles and squeals with their dainty hands.

“I-it’s alright, (L/n)-kun!” One of them squeaked out. The rest nodded eagerly. “You...seem to have your hands full.”

They all giggled and dispersed, leaving the two standing there, arms still somewhat tangled in eachother.

(Y/n) wove his way out of Kuroo’s hands. “Dude...thought they’d never leave-“

Kuroo erupted into a string of laughter. His throaty laugh echoed in the streets. (Y/n) started chucking a bit himself.

“Dude-your first instinct when I grab your waist was to act like an anime girl?” Kuroo mimicked (Y/n’s) voice, wrapping an arm around his own waist and placing a hand on his cheek. “N-not in public, Tetsurou-senpai~! Kyaa~!”

(Y/n) sputtered. “I-I did not say that! Stupid! Plus,“ (Y/n) ruffled his hair up, and used half of it to cover his eye. He gave his best shit eating smirk. “‘I don’t see anyone here~’ Dude-just because you’re built like a beanstalk doesn’t mean that would’ve worked!”

“But it did work.”

“I meant-like, all the time!” (Y/n) sighed, wiping sweat away from his brow. He chuckled. “You should pretend to be my boyfriend way more. You’re hot, I’m pretty, perfect boy’s love tag team. I bet they’ll leave me alone if you do.”

Kuroo pursed his lips into a fine line, before changing it into a smirk. “Why can’t I be your real boyfriend?”

“Uh-cause I’m a man?” (Y/n) chuckled. He turned around, pushing open the door to the ramen shop. “And I mean there’s nothing wrong with men dating other guys, but like-you smell like body spray and sweat. And we’re best buds. Right?”

Kuroo stood silent for a bit.

“Yeah.”

(Y/n) started talking about something that sounded like white noise to Kuroo. They walked inside the small shop, Kuroo trailing slightly behind (Y/n) as he rambled about something. It’s hard to compensate when you pretty much acted like a twinky couple with your popular crush in front of a hoard of his fans.

And by god, holding him by the waist was the greatest 10 seconds of Kuroos life.

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 3 years

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The Missing Guardian | Prologue: Act I Scene II | Mondstadt: The Outlander Who Caught The Wind

A.N. yay! second chapter! hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any typos! this chapter is also a day late :/ sorry again about that. im currently going through a lot family wise, but i wanted this to come out as soon as i could get it out. in compensation, you guys have another birthday character coming out and hopefully the first i love you prompt :D anyways, enjoy!

Word Count. 2,213 words

Page Count. 6.5 pages

TWarnings. cursing

Synopsis. When you’ve finally found a home in a set of twins who travel across worlds, setting out to enjoy your time with them; learning everything you could while traveling from world to world. But this time was different, because this time, someone stood in your way from continuing forward, from going home. You watched as your family was torn from you once again, leaving you stuck in a world alone with only a guide, the memories of a life long left behind, and the hope of finding them once again.

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You smiled as your gaze looked out the window, the eternal abyss staring back as it was littered with the misty colors of turquoise, lavender, and many shades of rose- stars littering the rest of the scene in front of you. You leaned your head against the metal framing of the window, your hair cushioning you comfortably as thoughts sat still in your mind, your body calm as well.

How long has it been since you were on the ship?

"Hey kid, don't sleep with your neck like that- you'll mess it up" Quills voice rang out, but it sounded far away, muffled. You didn't know if it was cause of your tiredness or your spaced out state, but you couldn't seem to care by that point. You felt thick gloves move around your neck, the other moving under your knees, before a huff and some grumbling.

"I don't know what you'll do without us, but even then," He sighed, carrying your body to the closest area where you could rest properly under his gaze, on the plush rest area in the cabin, allowing him to navigate the stars while keeping you near- though he'd vehemently denied it at any and every comment about it, the Guardian had grown attached to you, finding a child in you where you found a father in him.

"I don't think I want you leaving the nest so soon."

"As we all know, poetry and language flow like the wind. There'll definitely be someone there who knows about your friends. At least, that's what Paimon thinks!" Your guide chimed, hovering in front of you as you both made your way down the side of the hill, the vibrant and thick greens of the grass and trees were only further complimented by the sun- this place definitely was beautiful. You didn't feel warm, or overheated, which surprised you, especially with how bright the sun was. The cool breeze was constant in this place, giving an Autumn chill to a Spring setting, at this rate you'd think you'd need your body suit to warm you up.

"Whether the gods actually answer you is a different story. You never know unless you try. So let's hop to it!" You can practically feel her smile, her small head turning back to you, Paimon's small body bouncing up at how you were listening to her so intently. By the time you reached the statue, she started to cross again, having the privilege of floating while you... did not.

"You can swim right over! Don't push yourself though!"

"Let's just hope I don't sink with all the gear I have... or get electrocuted." You joked, walking into the water till your hot waist level, deciding at that point swimming was best.

"W-what? Don't just jump in then!" She shouted, still loud as ever in that tiny body of hers, floating above you with a worried look on her face.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. My gear is all waterproof, so there isn't an issue there." You huffed, climbing onto the shore of the tiny island before shaking off the water and straining what you could, lightening your load as much as allowed.

"See? All good."

"Well don't joke like that! Paimon doesn't know what she'll do if anything happens to you... Paimon doesn't even wanna think about it!" She exclaims, a hand to her head, her face still concerned. You sighed, a small smile coming to your face before you took a small hand into your own, rubbing the soft skin to soothe her.

"Alright. I'm sorry about that joke, I won't make any of those types again, alright? I'm not going anywhere. Not without you, Paimon." You smiled, sincerity in your voice, making her smile and nod her head.

"Good! Paimon’ll make sure to keep that in mind for the future."

"I'll hold you to it." You smirked, walking up to the statue, finding interest in the large golden plate. You reached out, taking the glove off your hand to get a proper feel of the metal, before taking a step back in shock. The statues' indentations lit up and aquamarine, the one you were so used to seeing outside of terrestrial planes, before a deep thump resounded in your head- much like a heartbeat. A small swirl of wind danced around the statue before the orb held in place started to glow, small particles combing in the center before forming a small sigil with wings that flew straight towards your chest.

You felt a rush of cool air through your veins, like an excitement you couldn't explain, whips of teal surrounding your body as you could only take another step back and look to your uncovered hand to see for any physical changes as well- to which there were none. But you felt something. In your chest, your heart, something that was stirring and it didn't seem to slow down.

"Ooh! Did you just feel the elements of the world?" Paimon asked, allowing you to turn and face her, your face still showing a stunned expression from... whatever that was.

"Seems all you had to do was just touch the statue and you got the power of Anemo! As much as they may want it, people in this world can never get a hold of powers as easily as you..." She explained, crossing her arms over the matter, an idea popping into your head at the same time.

"I think I might know why-"

"Ah-ha, it's because you're not from this world to begin with. If we keep heading West from here, we'll eventually reach Mondstadt, the City of Freedom. Mondstadt is the city of wind because they worship the God of Anemo." She cuts you off, making you only hum at the action, allowing her to continue.

"So perhaps, because you got the power from the God of Anemo, you can find some clues there. There are also lots of bards there, so perhaps one of them has heard news of your friends."

"That isn't a bad idea, Paimon." You smiled, thankful she was so serious and straightforward with helping you find the twins, something that seemed to be floating around in your head as you took in everything from this new world. She was like an anchor to keep you grounded, and for that, you were extremely thankful to her- beyond words.

"Let's move then!" Obviously happy with your praise at her deduction and planning, though simple, it was a good and steady start- and that's what you needed at this moment.

"The elements in this world responded to your prayers and Paimon thinks that's a lovely sign." She finished, her gaze reaching behind you as some Slimes approached, eyes wide at the intrusion by the elemental mutants. You followed her gaze, finding the flaming creatures to be bouncing right in your direction, your surprise evident on your face.

"Ah, shit." You grumbled, taking a few steps back, your arm starting to stir up with energy. It felt like when you drank too much coffee, to the point where even your limbs were vibrating, wisps of turquoise enveloping your palm on instinct. The small slime soon was sucked into the vortex you had made, swirling around before getting blasted away, back onto the land- over the lake and away from you.

"Ugh, gross." You winced, noticing the slime that coated the land in front of you, and your dominant hand. Wiping your hand, you decided it was best to swim to the other side of the lake, following Paimon as you escaped the burning grasses. You could only laugh as she huffed about wanting "cool fighting powers" as well, reaching the end of the lake and making your way further in.

"You know, it may not be a blessing. Usually powers like these have consequences..." You said, wringing out your hair as the wind started to pick up, but this time it wasn’t by your own hand.

"You shouldn't say that! These powers are a blessing from the Archons and for that you should be grateful! They'd never allow anything bad to happen to the people they've blessed with their own two hands." A low rumble started to echo through the area, making you turn your body and look around for what was causing it as you continued your talk with Paimon.

"I get that... but still, usually the Gods and whatever powerful beings there are have some type of plan along with it- at least that's how it worked in my world."

"Then maybe you should consider our world works differently?" She quips her head.

"A god is a god." You huffed, the rumbling becoming louder before a dragon caught your vision, making you gasp in awe. Six wings, four limbs, a large tail, and decorated in patterns of blues that made it almost blend with the sky if its wings didn't hold an ethereal glow, a white underbelly contrasted with the rest of its body.

"Wow! What is that? There's something huge in the sky!"

"You guys have dragons here?" You exclaimed, walking in its direction to where it flew, making sure to lower your output of noise due to the camps that were littered nearby with humanoid creatures.

"It's heading to the heart of the forest, where we're going, so make sure to be careful." Paimon notes, keeping up with your pace as you jogged into the forest, collected some things along the way that could help in the future. By the time you had reached the forest, you slowed your pace to a comfortable walk, looking around and making sure not to run into anything aggressive- or the dragon you two had just seen.

Maybe it continued flying anyways?

"Huh? Look at that." Paimon pointed in front of the both of you, the grumbling appearing once again.

You were wrong.

Moving to hide behind one of the larger trees, you pressed your back against it before slowly turning your head to look at the scene in front of you, still making sure to keep your noise at the bare minimum. The dragon from before was standing before you, almost cautious of the person that stood before them, a short man dressed in turquoise and white, holding his hands outward to the dragon before him.

"Don't be afraid. It's alright now, I'm back." He spoke gently, ignoring the dangerous growls coming from the beast in front of him. It made you worry at the sight and activate the mask that was embedded into your earpiece, still watching as Paimon spoke up.

"Is he talking... to a dragon?" She questioned, right as your palms lit up with the Anemo power you had just gained, a glowing pattern forming as it burst with life, alerting the dragon and scaring it away with a scream of displeasure.

"Who's there?" The man questioned as he jumped back, his gaze in your direction before taking a few steps back, disappearing in a glow of light. Your hair felt like it was about to be yanked out as the dragon flapped its wings before taking off, leaving you dazed at what had just happened, and headache from the harsh tug. You stood there in shock for a bit, not saying anything as your hand buzzed and fizzled out, focusing on calming down your heart rate- deactivating your mask to breathe better as well.

"That was close! Paimon almost got blown away!" Your guide yelped. "Luckily Paimon managed to grab a hold of your hair! Thanks." She smiled, handed over her heart, and you felt your energy drain immensely in the moment.

"Good thing you didn't pull my hair out." You sighed, rubbing the aching spot to soothe your head as Paimon continued to speak, you following closely behind.

"This definitely has something to do with that weirdo who was talking to the dragon..." She trailed off.

"Is... that normal? Talking to dragons?" You asked, confusion written on your face, wanting to know if this was a common occurrence in this world.

"Of course not. But what's that? There's some kind of shiny red thingy on the rock over there." She pointed out. You both walked over to look at the glowing item, her warnings falling on deaf ears as Paimon spoke about never seeing anything like this before, making unable to help in this specific situation.

"Let's keep this, just in case." You mumbled, your bare hands picking up the gem(?) with ease before packing it into your belt, tucked away safely and unable to escape.

"Good idea, now let's get out of here."

"Agreed." You nodded, deciding to stroll through the forest for a bit, both to rest and catch up on your thoughts, maybe ask Paimon more about this world and how it worked- so you don't seem like a bumbling idiot to the locals. But before you could do any of that, a yell came from behind you, rushed footsteps following at the same time.

"You there! Stop right there!" A girl yelled, jumping across your field of vision off the small pass, dressed in red and white with long brown hair, rolling as she hit the ground before coming back up to a stand.

"..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #The Missing Guardian: Genshin Impact #genshin impact imagine #x reader #reader insert #queen.writing #gi x reader #gi imagine

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sevicia · 3 years

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also ummmmm i feel like most people think that if u are a trans guy u WILL want to be like, suuuper masculine and rough and stuff and like yeah thats fine for some guys As long as you dont fall into being misogynistic i will fucking kill u etc BUT i dont want that.....my gender is pink boy......how must i explain this 2 my loved ones....also that assumption is weird its almost like people expect trans men 2 """compensate""" abt ""not being real men"" by acting all macho and shit and that is disgustingggggg it goes double for transfem people having 2 be hyperfeminine like 🧐why do we as trans people have to fit YOUR restrictive view of gender when gender can be something so varied & beautiful & liberating for some of us ...... ? sorry im gonna go back to reading crime & punishment for my hot girl summer reading list 👍

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isakkxeven · 5 years

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the signs as i know them part II

i’ve been wanting to make another post like this since the last I made which you can look at here. anyway! here are the signs as i know them part 2!

Aries: underrated. your strength is unmatched and your spirit is bigger than most give credit to. because of your sharp tongue and inability to hold back, people sometimes are rubbed the wrong way by you, but you have a huge heart. you are one of the most loyal signs, incredibly caring in weird ways. not overly affectionate, but shows their loves through their actions. some of the most determined people i’ve met are aries. so...so stubborn...but not a bad a thing, an absolute marvel of a thing, actually. your stubbornness and persistence is unlike anything. it’s your strength. Taurus: materialistic, but not in a bad way. they just love being taken care of and impressing others as well as family. they’re some pretty enigmatic people with unique personalities. carefree but they also care the most. they can be hot headed one minute then kind the next. they don’t always know how to handle their emotions, but they try to make up for anything erratic they may do. taurus, as i know them, harbor a lot of guilt and internal feelings that may often be met with self destruction. taurus don’t like to look weak, but they wear their heart on their shoulder more than they realize. kind, funny, insanely smart, SO SMART, clever, cunning. honestly, iconic. Gemini: ugh. gemini. you are the brunt of the sign, and while i may have not had the best experience with you guys, i still see you. i see the pain you have, because that pain is so yours that it’s all that matters in the moment you receive it. you can hold a grudge. you also complain...a lot. you feel like you have the whole world on your shoulders, but really, it’s just you and your mind. you’re such a switch there’s no telling when you might blow. you don’t talk about your emotions unless you have someone to blame for them. i feel like i’m giving gemini’s a hard time, but unfortunately i haven’t had the best luck with geminis. i will say this–as much as you guys are a bit wild, when you want something, you either totally squash the idea of it ever happening or you get it. your power is very much in your own hands. Cancer: shameless. have a hard time handling pressure. i don’t have a lot of experience with cancer’s, but the few i do often don’t give a shit one minute while the next minute their whole world may collapse. one thing cancer’s are good at is giving. they give a little too much, to the point where the shirt on their back becomes the skin. cancer’s don’t know when enough is enough and have a taste for the luxurious. wildly successful, capable, but doubtful of themselves because of scrutiny they may receive from others. they like to think they have a hard shell, but they’re easily cracked given the right (or wrong) words. they live by what is ideal and often not practical, but it’s what makes them so charismatic and likable even though they can turn around and talk shit the next minute. homebodies. very fearful of rejection. Leo: spitfire little bitch. omg. i love you though. you’re classic, you’re poised, but inside you’re a raging ball of disaster and you know it. your energy is know it all and your spirit is always high. you love to give, but not necessarily through material means, but through your strong emotional abilities. you’re supportive in a way that distracts and allows people to take a breath. you’re honest, but not like virgos who are more straight up, but in a supportive way that’s usually met with humor. you have a cheeky personality and you are often the jokester. prideful as you never ever show your struggles. resilient and strong, certainly a contender amongst the rest of the signs. Virgo: i could go on and on about virgos. some of the most responsible, hard working, intelligent people. they can and WILL do anything. their own worst enemy is their own self and virgos i’ve known always tend to self sabotage. but, needless to say, they always somehow make a comeback no matter the mess they make in the moment. hot heads, judgmental, but funny as hell. they hold back with strangers, but once you get close enough, you realize just how vulgar they are. charismatic, honestly they just attract and manifest anything and everything because they really are that powerful. they often remind me to come back to reality and take care of the shit i need to. best friend material. the best ever. Libra: stressed out little things. you guys are the epitome of stress and often bite off more than you can chew. but, you still manage to get it done cause that’s your thing. it’s funny that your sign is all about balance when the libras i’ve encountered are often very messy. i think the balance i see in libras comes from their abilities even if the results get a little messy. libra’s will do what they have to do, but not the point of a virgo who overworks themselves. libra’s are good at working hard and playing hard. they aren’t afraid to call people out, but may often feel guilty after doing so. i haven’t had a lot of libras in my life, but from those that i have, there’s nothing particular about the sign that rubs me the wrong way. Scorpio: oof. well. scorpio. you really just don’t give a shit what you say, do you? when you’ve had enough, you make it clear. you are a straight shooter and it’s terrifying. i honestly don’t know a lot about your scorpio, because you never really showed yourself. it’s like when you want to talk about your problems, you do, then act like they were never problems, just a topic of conversation. you have a tendency to mold yourself around others so much so that if they don’t conform to your way, then you have no reason to empathize with them. you can often seem heartless, but your emotions are more so in tune with your actions.

Sagittarius: mmMMMmmmm i mean??? i just don’t know. sagittarius, as i’ve known them, just seem confused. they seem stuck in the era most associated with their highest point. if a sag thrived in 2002, then by golly, they are their 2002 self. i don’t even know how to describe it. there’s something mystical about sagittarius to me and i really wish i knew more about sag’s to understand them more. they can be two faced, but not necessarily to be mean, but just to have the comfort of control and knowing that they’re on someone’s good side even at the expense of someone else. could probably do well in business as they are more cutthroat than they show. they’re unexpectedly funny, usually in a vulgar way, but they can also laugh at just about anything.

Capricorn: you care so so much about how the world perceives you, but i don’t blame you. you have a lot of inner doubt and fear, and you try to compensate by being at the top of the pack. you were born to lead and be that bitch. you truly encompass balance, at least outward balance, but i know you’re messy and silly inside. you’re not the most serious, but you definitely known when it’s business time. you have a tendency to pass your fears off as jokes, but you’re not as transparent as you think. you’re very funny, very theatric, and overall an enjoyable person. even though i’ve grown apart from this person, i think i’ll always remember them and always check in with them. capricorn’s just make you want to care about them. Aquarius: you just want to be loved. you literally do not know what to do with yourself and all you want is a freaking hug and someone to care. you are emotional and hot headed and you just don’t anything even when you know everything. you don’t really think twice, but when you do, you overanalyze everything. you love when people message you out of nowhere and knowing that you were on someone’s mind. you are super into affection even when you’re not the most affectionate person. you used to be my best friend, and i think of you often. you have a strange attachment to the past like you want to rekindle things you had before while still being true to your present self. you’re interesting, like a mix of pisces and virgo Pisces: it’s me bitch!!!! i’m a pisces, so of course, perfect, looks like linda evangelista, the whole thing. ok no but listen pisces are low-key monsters LOL i’m kidding but let’s be real we can be fucking psychotic sometimes pisces are manipulative, scary, and they will remember (if not anything else) what you were doing June 5th, 2017 at 9:45 p.m. fsldjfkjsd they really are so petty, but we are very selfless, almost to a fault. pisces always put others first, which is a pisces classic line, but it’s true. we’re just those dumb bitches. pisces are extremely witty (wow im big headed) they ingest knowledge just because and when they like something they become it. they will pick up lingo, intonations, jokes, etc. pisces are messy and emotional and they’re most likely always thinking about everything or nothing. there’s never an in between with pisces.

#aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #signs #zodiac #astrology

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rogsclogs · 5 years

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A Kind Of Magic (Roger Taylor x Brian May x Reader); Part 2.

Y’all this is pure filth, please don’t read if you’re under 18. 100% smut and nothing else, part 3 will be pretty much the same.

Enjoy!

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They all got to Brian’s apartment in record time, speeding through traffic like Roger never had before, he couldn’t wait anymore and Y/N looked hot as hell in his backseat (admittedly he’d taken his eyes off the road to look at her a couple of times).

Brian had his lips on Y/N’s before they even closed the bedroom door, astrophysics books were scattered all over the floor and she almost fell over a bunch of times, her heels and the alcohol in her system not helping her keep her balance.

“Leave some for me too, Bri.” Roger was getting increasingly impatient with the lack of physical contact, especially considering his two friends had not taken their hands off each other the entire drive there and he’d had enough.

“I’m sorry Rog, I’ll make it up to you, I promise” Y/N purred into his ear as she detached herself from Brian and wrapped her arms around Roger’s neck, grinding on him and finally giving him some of the friction he craved so badly.

“You better, baby girl” he said back to her as he pressed a deep and harsh kiss on her lips. Meanwhile, Brian had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, and while his two friends made out, he took Roger’s jacket off his shoulders and did the same with Y/N blouse, not wanting to waste any time.

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren't they?” Roger couldn’t believe he had agreed to having sex with a girl and one of his best mates, he’d had naughty thoughts about Brian before, but he was sure he’d never actually get to experience his soft, intimate touch in real life, and he’d always kept his fantasies to himself. He couldn't wait to have a taste of both of them, and his whole body was on fire, causing his erection to become more and more prominent through his leather pants.

Y/N took notice of the discomfort in his lower region and immediately dropped on her knees, sliding the sticky material of his pants down his skinny legs, realizing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Roger, you naughty boy, going commando in leather pants?” She had a mischievous smile on her face, not even trying to hide how pleased she was at his choice and at his impressive dick size. Not that she’d doubted that before.

“What can I say, I was hoping I’d get lucky maybe” that was all she allowed him to say before she spit some saliva on the tip of his dick and took it in her mouth as deep as she could, causing him to groan from the pleasure.

She pressed her tongue flat on his shaft and bobbed her head slowly, to make sure he could feel her mouth around him inch by inch.

“Fuck, I’m already about to come, I feel like a fucking fourteen year old virgin, you’re so good Y/N” he said as he threw his head back and ran his fingers through his long blond hair.

Brian took advantage of the situation, sliding his own pants and underwear down his legs and tossing them somewhere in his room, then attaching his lips to Roger’s, caressing his soft face with his rough and callous hands. He’d had wet dreams about a similar scenario months before, and he wanted to bring every fantasy of his to life.

Roger intertwined Brian’s fingers with his own and took his other hand away from Y/N’s hair to place it on Brian’s semi erected dick, pumping him with slow and sensual moves. He'd never had experiences with Brian before, but he remembered talking to him about some of his sexual adventures and Brian confessing to him that although he was into rough sex, he loved the slow and passionate act of making love. Roger had laughed at him back then, calling him a bunch of names and whatnot, but he had to admit that he found it kinda hot now, and he was ready to take it slow with him.

Brian was over the moon about the way Roger’s hand felt on him and he wasn’t sure how things would be between the two of them after the night was over, he probably wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes anymore, but he tried not to think about it too much.

After a minute he felt himself getting too close to his orgasm for his liking considering they had only just begun.

“Stop it Rog, I don't wanna come yet” at his words Y/N stood up from the floor, cleaning her mouth and face with her and taking the rest of her clothes off, except for her panties. She wanted her two gentlemen tear them off her body.

She walked over to Brian’s bed and threw away all the shit that was on it, including various books and leftover food from god knows how long ago, then she laid on it. She started teasing herself, rubbing her hands all over her soaking underwear then pushing them aside to run a finger along her folds and the sight drove the two men insane.

“Do you have a spare condom I can borrow, Rog?”

“You can always rely on me for that, Bri” all three of them laughed at his words as he went to remove a bunch of condoms from his wallet, passing one to Brian and keeping a couple for himself.

“We might need more than one for tonight” he said while looking straight into Y/N’s eyes and stretching the sticky material on his length, Brian doing the same. The two boys looked so gorgeous to Y/N, they were standing there in all their glory and she thought she would come just by looking at them touching themselves.

Roger was quicker than Brian at putting condoms on, it almost came natural to him, so he took advantage of the few seconds he had to himself and quickly hovered over Y/N on the bed. She looked stunning like that, naked and ready to take him, all he wanted to do was please her over and over.

She spread her legs for Roger while Brian kneeled on the mattress beside her head, pumping his dick and watching their friends interact.

“What do you want baby?” Roger’s voice had dropped at least an octave from his usual bright tone and the slight roughness of it turned Y/N on even more.

“I want you to use your mouth on me, please Roger” he didn’t even let her finish before he tore her panties to shreds and attacked her clit with his rough tongue. She wasn’t even phased about her panties and let out a very loud moan, probably waking up the whole apartment complex, then opened her eyes again trying to fight against the pleasure coming from her lower abdomen to take Brian’s cock in her mouth, wrapping a hand around what she couldn't fit down her throat.

Brian tugged at her hair with his right hand and kneaded her breasts with his left one, paying attention to her nipple area and slightly scratching it with his nails, making sure he left marks.

Meanwhile, Roger was still eating her out like a starved man, brushing his nose on her clit every time his tongue parted her folds and driving her absolutely wild. She knew about his reputation about how skilled he was in bed, Tim had talked to her about it a couple of times, and she could finally understand what the fuss was all about, the boy definitely knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing women. She tried not to let it distract her too much from pleasuring Brian with her mouth and she allowed herself to moan on him every time Roger hit a soft spot inside her, knowing the vibrations of her voice would only make the experience even more pleasurable for Brian.

“Are you ready, baby?” Roger let his tongue take a break to talk to Y/N but slid a couple of fingers inside her to compensate, feeling her tight and soft walls around his fingertips, making him want to waste no time taking her.

“Yes, please take my body and do whatever you want” she was talking to both Brian and Roger, letting them know she was okay with whatever they wanted to try and they didn't need to worry about it.

“Is it okay if I go first?” Brian asked Roger, he was getting so impatient and so impatient it was starting to hurt him physically.

The other boy nodded, he was okay with waiting for his turn knowing it would be worth it anyway.

Brian didn't need to be told twice as he grabbed Y/N’s thighs, spread them apart and pushed himself inside her entirely, not giving her a second to adjust and sighing from relief. Her body was thrusted back and forth on her bed as he put all the energy he had in his body into fucking her well, leaving her a moaning, sweaty mess as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder so he could reach a deeper spot inside her.

“Right there, oh my God Bri, right there” at this point she was seeing stars and she wasn't the only one.

Brian’s hair was sticking to the back of his neck and there was sweat running down his whole torso, and for whatever reason Roger thought that that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He started to jerk off while staring at his best friend fucking Y/N like that was his only purpose in life, watching his cock pushing into her deeper with each thrust. This was better than any porno magazine he’d ever bought himself, and he wished he would have brought his camera to take a picture of that moment. He was about to come and he could tell, but all he wanted to do was come inside her so he forced himself to stop pleasuring himself and he went back to kissing up Y/N’s neck and torso, leaving love bites on her breasts and collarbones.

“Is it okay if I take the condom off? I want to come on your beautiful boobs” Brian was almost begging, but he didn't care how desperate he sounded, watching his friend leaving marks on her body had made him want to release all over them.

“Yeah... yeah go ahead” she was barely able to talk at that point, her mind consumed by the infinite amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Brian then quickly pulled out of her and slid the condom off, throwing it away carelessly, then pumped himself a couple of times and spilled his come on her upper body, making sure to force every last drop out of himself.

“Holy shit this is so fucking hot” was all Roger was able to say and as Brian let himself fall on the mattress beside Y/N out of exhaustion, he licked some of the cum off her boobs while maintaining eye contact with him and making him blush profusely.

“Do you want me too, Brian?” He didn't know if he was misinterpreting the flirty side of Brian with something else, but somehow he knew that he wanted to try it too. He was just as curious as Roger was.

“I.. I don't know if I can...” Brian was intrigued by the offer, but also scared that it would hurt and scared that it would inevitably ruin their friendship forever, and he didn't want to lose one of his best mates.

Roger pumped himself for a bit before pulling Y/N towards himself by her ass and pushing his dick slowly inside of her, trying not to overstimulate her.

“Well, think about it, my offer will still stand in a while”

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #brian may #Brian May x reader #queen fandom #queen x reader #queen imagines #imagine #fanfiction #writeblr

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bruhnushka · 7 years

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earn that kiss - johan x reader (1/2)

summary : you've known dre for a while and come and live in their house in a trailer- then rainbow's brother comes and makes everything a tad bit more complex

warnings : slight smut, cussing, evil children, maybe transphobia

a/n - WHY??? ARENT??? THERE??? MORE??? JOHAN???? FICS???? anyway here's This for compensation!! I love johan & daveed so sUe mE

pronouns - they/them (ftm trans)

part 1 | part 2

you remembered the first time dre introduced you to rainbow. she was so skeptical of you, her mans 'best friend' since y'all were in diapers. obviously, any sane heterosexual female would see the female heterosexual best friend as a threat. luckily for her, you were neither heterosexual nor female. when you had came out, three months into rainbow & dre's relationship, rainbow opened her wonderfully toned arms to you. she put aside all jealousy and you two became the best of friends, and since then, you and her were practically inseparable. of course, that made dre, the man baby she would marry, jealous, but he could deal with it. you though rainbow and you were close friends because you both struggled with your biracial identity- hers was black &a white, yours was Indian & Mexican. Though they were different, you'd always find yourself being able to talk to rainbow about anything.

now two kids already born, a couple already wed, and twins on the way, rainbow was preparing dinner when she got the phone call. a panicked, frenzied voice spoke on the other end.

"bow! I need your help." you whispered into the phone. then in a louder voice, "I was checking to see if you were still going to Peggy's place this afternoon?" rainbow dropped the knife and froze.

"oh my god where are you?" she said, grabbing her car keys.

"oh you are! I hope the kids are great!"

"y/n where the hell are you?"

"Actually right now I'm taking a little walk down." a pause. rainbow held her breath as she slid into the car seat. "Ashlyn Dr." rainbow hit the wheel in frustration, racking her mind for a location. when you didn't hear an answer, you opened up your mouth to elaborate , before another young, distant voice cut you off.

"talking to another one of your gay friends? another tranny? you think you can run? get back her-" the audio crackled before stopping. rainbow let out a scream in frustration and typed in the road name, speeding to your location. she finally saw you, running for your life with a group of teenage boys behind you. she quickly stopped in front of you, pulled you into the car, and drove off.

once seated, you exhaled loudly, before loud sobs racked your body. "rainbow- they- they know where I live- they-" you couldn't even finish a sentence before tears streamed down your face again. rainbow rubbed your back calmingly, looking upon her close friend with sympathy. and that's when it was decided. you were living at their house, under their protection. dre was thrilled, his "brotha from another motha is stayin in da house!" it had taken a lot of convincing but you finally packed up your 'herbal-truck', an old rundown trailer someone gave you in college, and drove to their house, currently parked in their garage. now you had been living there for almost ten years.

ruby and you would sip tea and talk about the stupid shit the family did. beside your differences, ruby loved you more than your mother ever could, and put aside her religiousness to knock some sense into her when your mother refused to help you transition. now you two would gossip to your hearts content and talk about how fucked up this family is.

you were in your trailer, which you slept in by the way, when you heard a car pull up. you were in the middle of brewing together your morning tea when you peered out the window. the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your whole life steps out, three suitcases in hand. ah, you thought, so that must be john. you watched him from the trailer, in just your boxers and a loose college hoodie to some university you never attended, and swirled your spook in you tea. you eyed him up and down while sipping your tea. he stood their awkwardly for a full three minutes unsure where to go before he stepped into the house.

a few hours later, you walked into the living room, wearing a comfortable sweater and a pair of pink jeans.

"johan!" rainbow exclaimed, "you haven't met my favorite person ever!" dre acted shock, placing a hand lightly to his heart.

"johan, this is y/n. y/n, this is Johan. you guys are very similar. like scary similar. y/n? Remember that rant about capitalism you gave me the other day?" she asked you, and johan quirked an eyebrow. that was hot, god.

"yeah when zoey was with Marco or whoever?" you ask nonchalantly. Dre spits out his coffee.

"my baby girl," he seethes, "was with a boy? oh hell to the-" rainbow dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"that's not important. anyways, johan basically sent me a three page essay over email about the exact same thing. I swear, you both could be the same person and we'd never know it!" she laughs and then walks away, leaving you two to socialize.

"so..." johan rubs his elbow awkwardly.

"you’re definitely not straight." you blurt, then gasp and cover your mouth.

"how'd you guess?" he smirks, although inside his own gaydar was screaming.

"you know, intuition." you waved your hand around to try and explain, earning a chuckle from him.

"intuition, is your only real valuable thing-"

"-Albert Einstein. quoted incorrectly, might I add. the real quote would be the only real valuable thing is your intuition." you finish off. he laughs, eyeing you down.

"anyways, I'm bisexual."

"and I'm a trans gay boy." you laugh. his eyes widen. "really! wow you pass so great!" he didn't say it as a belittling or heterosexually ignorant statement, more as a "wow im so proud of you!" and that made you blush. you shyly looked away, unsure what to say. daveed clears his throat, noticing the tension that had arisen in the air between you.

"I gotta go-uh- pack my bags." he stuttered.

"pack my bags my ass." said a familiar voice. you turned to see ruby, judgmentally stirring her tea and humming in appreciation at his body.

"baby boy," she looks at you and grabs your shoulders with her free hand, "I swear on black Jesus if you don't go down on that hunk of sexual heaven I'll have to do it myself." she shakes her head in approval.

"ruby!" you squeal, dropping your keys to the floor, since he was still there when she made that statement. you forgot the keys on the floor and walked to your trailer, laughing the entire way there.

it was originally an extra large food truck, which you had revamped. you planted a mini garden, half of it a hanging garden, and added in a small bed, plenty of storage, and a mini couch. the thing was, there were plants overflowing every part of the trailer, but it made you feel safe. you had planted things like lavender next to your bed to help you sleep, and made all your own products like shampoo and tea. the fridge and stove, preinstalled, were constantly in use. the only thing there wasn't was a bathroom, and that's why you had a house. right now, you were boiling down some herbs and roots to make more face wash for yourself. johan knocked on your door, startling you. you were only wearing a binder and sweats, and you forget this as you opened the door. johan didn't seem to mind, handing you your keys and taking in the view of your 'home'.

"this is... pretty cool." he breathes. he nods towards one of the pots hanging from the ceiling next to your bed. " schisandra?" he asks. you nod giddily. he smiles at you, then takes a step inside.

you welcome him inside and then take a seat on your bed as he tours the trailer. you point out the locations from your position, too lazy to get up. "do you like it?"

johan turns and grins at you, "magnifiqué"

"Vous avez été en France pendant deux ans et c'est tout ce que vous avez appris?" you laugh and reply. (You've been in France for two years and that's all you've learned?) his face turns red and he shrugs his shoulders awkwardly.

"sí?"

you burst out laughing and he smiles in accomplishment, because your laugh was so goddamn pretty. he stares at you for a good two minutes before your laughter dies down, and all that's left is you and him staring at each other.

zoey interrupts the silence. "moms calling for breakfast- so- finish up whatever is happening here and come into the house." she motions to the tension and walks out.

"my favorite kid." you both say at the same time and laugh, walking out of the trailer. you step into the house and look at rainbow, who wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"oh god no." you face palm as rainbow walks towards you, a whole cabbage in hand.

"you're tryna steal my brother, aren't you?" she jokes.

"she getting all up on my man!" ruby calls from the table. johan chokes and sits down at the table. he grabs the wine bottle and pours it delicately into his cup, swirling the wine delicately.

"this wine is the most distasteful thing I've had since rainbows attempt at empanadas because she threw a Mexican party for her Indian friend." he comments, but continues to sip it.

"in my defense- she spoke fluent Spanish to the hot dog vendor on second." rainbow said, putting her hands up in defeat. "but it was still wildly embarrassing."

"wildly" johan echoed, puckering his lips for another sip before Ruby stopped him.

"don't you trash talk mamas wine less you it gonna drink it." she said, grabbing the wine glass and somehow gracefully slurping it down. johan was confused and everything that happened, making you laugh. he brushed his hair out of his face with an artful flick and started to eat.

"I never understand how your meal times are so early, back in France we would"

"excuse me baguette, no one cares." dre said, throwing a lettuce piece at him. it stuck into Ruby's hair. you knew how this would end, so you pushed your chair back and watched the chaos unfold.

ruby took a piece of the chicken and threw it at dre, missing and landing onto Diane. Diane's head turned slowly, an evil grin spreading on her face. "oh you're gonna get it now old lady..." she said maliciously.

"old lady! I'm barely a day over thirty two!" Ruby screamed.

"uh-uh" earl commented, laughing.

"you listen here you old hairy ass-" before she finish, a grape landed perfectly in her hair. ruby squealed and that's when all hell broke loose. food was flying everywhere and you were sitting on the counter laughing at the stupidity. Zoey, who had stayed out of it as well, sat next to you.

"how are we related?" she asks, rolling her eyes.

"I have absolutely no idea." you laugh, "don't tell the rest of the kids, or your man-baby dad, but you're my favorite kid."

she flips her hair, "I know." you two walk around the chaos and sit on the couch in her room, watching cheesy rom-coms on Netflix until junior crawls into the room.

"all was well," he starts, wiping the stains of his shirt and staggering up, "before Diane brought out the hand mixers." both you and zoey's eyes widened. Diane was the spawn of Satan, as ruby would repeat every few hours. junior shakes his head and limps out.

"what the hell?" you ask Zoey. she shrugs and you continue to watch the show. it wasn't your problem, not until someone brought the fight to either your trailer or zoey's room. ruby ran in, and slammed the door close behind her.

"that child," she held her cross tightly, "the Holy Spirit and mother Mary oh black Jesus-" she mutters, and takes a shaky breath. "that Diane needs help." and she sits down. suddenly, there's a slow knock on the door.

"Ruby..." says a sinister voice, "I know your in there." and suddenly the door smashes open, a fork sticking out of the door, and Diane grins at you two. everyone screams and the next thing you know, you're waking up in dre's room, holding a dirty pair of his shoes, head on johan's lap. you groan and hold your head, and johan bolts up.

"what the hell happened?" you grunt as you get up. "hopefully Diane didn't accidentally kill everyone."

"what the hell?" johan asks, rubbing his forehead. he looks down and sees you on his lap. "...hello." he says, making you laugh.

"let's scope out the damage." you tell him, and get up.

"Uh..." johan stutters, and you don't realize why until you look down, noticing your lack of pants.

"okay, seriously, what the fuck happened?" you chuckle, grabbing one of rainbow's skirts and putting it on. johan gasped out loud and you turned around to him and frowned.

"WAIT... aren't you guys like not allowed to wear skirts or something?"

oh hell no.

TO BE CONTINUED......

a/n pt2. - i know how fics in chapters make me anxious so i already wrote the next one. its a two part. ill let y'all sleep on it. it also took two months for me to write this so i hope u like it :))))))

#johan x reader #daveed diggs x reader #daveed x reader #lafayette x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #tjeffs x reader #hamilton imagines

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