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Wingwoman (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: You take your good friend/coworker, Spencer, out to the bar to find him a girl to hook up with. Things do not go as planned.

Word Count: 5107

Warnings: Romantic/sexual tension! Mentions of drinking / sex

A/N: Hi! I haven't written posted fanfic in like, 8 years, please be nice xD I would love to know your thoughts - if you have any requests or anything, I'm happy to oblige. ALSO -- I have only seen up to Season 7 of Criminal Minds because I'm a fckn loser. Anywayyyyy enjoy! Not my gif btw, all credit to the owner :)

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It was kind of your fault, now that you were thinking back on it.

Actually, it was definitely your fault, now that you were thinking back on it.

It had been your suggestion to go out. It had been your idea to act as Spencer’s wingwoman, some last-ditch effort to try to get him out of your mind. He was your coworker, for Christ’s sake. And your best friend. And you’d thought about him desperately for eight of the nine months that you’d known him.

Emily, Derek, and Penelope had all agreed to tag along, but as the work day went on, each of your coworkers had found some kind of excuse to opt-out. Derek’s niece wanted to Facetime. Penelope forgot Kevin’s birthday was next week and needed to go shopping for a present. Emily had a headache.

Finding Spencer a romantic prospect on your own was certainly not the plan, but, stupidly, thoughtlessly, you’d decided to go along with it. You could do this. Just one night in a bar, chatting up women for the man you’d slowly been falling for the past eight months. As good of an idea as any, right?

You and Spencer took an Uber to the bar the group frequented. Ski-ball and pool in one corner, a vintage jukebox and small space set aside as a makeshift dance floor in the other. But the best part - half-off drinks for federal agents. You’d never been one to abuse the badge before, but…

Three Jack-and-Diet-Cokes later, your moral code had a bit of a crack in it.

Spencer stood next to you - towered over you, actually, because that man was a fucking beanpole - and you felt his eyes on you as you scanned the crowd. “What about her?” you suggested, jerking your chin to the woman at a high-top table against the wall. She had her nose stuck in her phone and an untouched martini on the table in front of her.

“She’s clearly waiting for someone,” Spencer pointed out, and you realized he was right just as the woman looked up from her phone and towards the door for the third time in the past minute. “I also don’t understand why you’re so dead set on finding someone to hog me up with.”

You snorted into your drink. “Hog you up with?” you repeated, turning in your barstool so you faced him. Your knees brushed his thighs.

“Yeah, is that not…” realization dawned on Spencer and he grimaced. “That’s not the phrase, is it?”

“Hook,” you corrected, but not impatiently. You made a little hook with your index finger, like a pirate. A little giggle escaped you. “And I’m not dead set on it,” you argued. “I just didn’t want to be the only one leaving the bar with someone.”

Your eyes flickered up to Spencer’s to gauge his reaction. He seemed surprised by this implication that you planned to leave with someone - someone who was not him.

“Yeah? Who are you leaving with, matey?” Spencer countered, arching a brow and pointedly looking at your index finger, still in its hooked position. You dropped your hand.

“It doesn’t matter right now,” you blushed furiously, desperately trying to drive the conversation back to his romantic conquests. Your thought process was that if you actually saw Spencer with someone else in any sort of romantic capacity - dancing, flirting, kissing - you’d finally hurt yourself enough with the sight for those stupid feelings for him to dissipate. “We’re looking for you.”

Spencer merely hmm-ed in response, an indecisive non-answer, and you noticed he shook his head. Like he was annoyed, but trying not to show it. You swallowed the lump in your throat and polished off your drink before returning to examining the patrons in the bar. You nudged Spencer’s elbow with your own and your gaze landed on the group of three women giggling around one of the tables. “Any of them? The blonde is cute,” you pointed out.

“Not really into blondes,” Spencer muttered, and you glanced back at him. You could have sworn his eyes were locked on your brunette hair. You opened your mouth to say something, but Spencer cut you off. “But, sure, if watching me strike out will amuse you, Y/N.” Before you could protest, Spencer set his glass down on the bar and started towards the trio of women at the table.

You leaned down to sniff his glass, curious as to what he’d been drinking. Clear liquid. No smell. Was he… totally sober?

You watched with narrowed, studious eyes as Spencer approached the women. You could only see the back of his head, but the three women’s faces were perfectly visible. They smiled, friendly, unassuming, and then something came out of Spencer’s mouth that changed their expressions. The blonde in the middle furrowed her brows, and the two women on either side cocked their heads slightly. Spencer’s hand tapped the table and he earned awkward smiles as a goodbye was bid, and when he turned around to head back towards the bar, he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, like what are you gonna do?

“What happened?” you asked as he returned to you.

“I blew it,” Spencer said matter-of-factly. Too accepting of his defeat. Further supporting your theory that he’d gone over there and purposefully botched it.

“Right,” you flagged down the bartender to order another drink.

“You’re getting another one?” Spencer asked.

You whirled your face to meet his and didn’t see judgment, but rather, concern. “Why does it matter?” you asked, no, dared.

Spencer shook his head, defeatedly. “It doesn’t,” he grumbled.

“What about that girl you were talking to earlier by the jukebox?” you asked, nudging his shin with your foot. “The grabby one. She seemed really into you.”

Spencer visibly gritted his teeth. “I’m not interested.”

“Are you interested in anyone in this bar tonight?” You asked. The words came too quickly for you to stop them. They were too real. Especially as Spencer’s frown hardened just slightly and you watched him look away from you.

You took in a sharp inhale, the realization hitting you, the possibility that Spencer might actually feel the same way about you. And that you’d dragged him out here tonight to try and set him up with someone else. You were selfish and thoughtless and stupid.

You hopped off the barstool, your feet wavering beneath you. “I’d better go home,” you said suddenly, grabbing your bag. You had to leave. You had to go home before you said something stupid, something irreversible.

You stalked out of the bar and onto the brisk, late-autumn sidewalk. You’d forgotten your coat at the office and insisted you’d be fine. The chill smacked you in the face and you tucked your bag beneath your shoulder so you could cross your arms over your chest and hug yourself for any semblance of warmth.

Thirty seconds hadn’t even passed before the door creaked and Spencer appeared at your side, throwing his coat wordlessly over your shoulders. “What did I do?” he asked. You looked up at him and saw his eyes - hurt, frustrated, confused.

Your lips parted and there was a small shake of your head. “No,” you breathed. He furrowed his brows and you explained further. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why the hell have you been so weird around me lately?” Spencer asked, scuffing his shoe against the sidewalk. Like a temperamental first-grader.

“Weird how?” You asked, trying to pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about. Like your stomach didn’t flip every morning when you saw him.

“Like you’re… like you’re mad at me. Like you don’t want to be around me,” Spencer looked at the street ahead of the both of you rather than at you. “You always find an excuse to leave the room when it’s just the two of us. You pull Derek or Emily or Penelope into the conversation so you don’t have to interact with just me. You’re out here trying to find me someone to hook up with?” he phrased the last sentence as a question, shaking his head. Your heart lurched. He let out an incredulous laugh. “It’s either you’re trying to shrug me off as a friend entirely, or -”

He stopped himself. His eyes were fixed on the streetlamp a few feet in front of you. They widened and you felt your heart pound as he slowly met your gaze. The realization hit him, the second half of his sentence lingering, heavy and palpable between the two of you.

“Or,” you repeated, not phrasing it as a question. Your voice was soft as you said it, your tone anything but a question.

“Or?” Spencer asked, and you could see his chest start to rise and fall more slowly.

“Or,” you confirmed, taking in a sharp breath.

Spencer’s throat bobbed as he looked at you, his gaze piercing and soft, studious and lazy, hungry and satiated all at once. “Oh.”

Oh.

“How long?” he asked, turning his feet towards you.

Your face went red and you lifted your chin, refusing to make yourself feel ashamed of it anymore. There wasn’t any point, not when he knew now. “Since March,” you admitted. Your voice was squeaky.

“March?” Spencer repeated, incredulous. It was early October now.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders and bunching it up by the middle. You handed it to him. “You don’t have to say anything,” you said. Your body felt like it was on fire. “You don’t have to-”

“I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met.”

You thought maybe you were hallucinating for a second. Your mouth fell open and despite your three drinks, you remembered clearly that Spencer had been drinking water. This was not some drunken confession, not for either of you, because the second he’d asked you why you had been so weird lately, you had instantly sobered up. “Oh,” was all you managed to choke out.

Oh.

“Yeah, oh,” Spencer’s mouth twitched up into a smile. That playful, friendly, teasing little smile you’d learned to love on him. He stepped towards you.

You let out this little half-garbled laugh. Spencer reached for your hand, and you let him. Your fingers spread, allowing his in the spaces between. You looked up at Spencer and little fires shot up your hand. How could merely holding hands feel so monumental?

“What do we… what do we do now?” You asked, your mind in a haze, like a computer awaiting command.

Spencer let his jacket fall to the concrete and used his other hand to slowly, almost hesitantly, cup your cheek. He looked down at you and your entire face reddened. “Well,” his voice was soft, crackling, like a fireplace, and he met your gaze with searching eyes. “I’d like to kiss you now, if that would be okay,” he said finally. Your lips turned up into an idiotic smile.

“I think that would be okay,” you whispered.

His hands were so soft, you realized. His grip on your hand loosened and he was now cupping your face on both sides. And every nerve in your cheeks was firing off signals - Spencer is touching my face, Spencer is touching my face. Like it was some forbidden thing. But then, as if in slow motion, he ducked his head down and his lips touched yours. Gently, at first, tentative and wobbly like a foal taking its first steps. Your hands rested on his torso - taut beneath that stupid little sweater vest.

He pulled back after just a moment. It was really only five or six seconds at the most, but you were red-faced and breathless by the time your eyes fluttered open, into his. Spencer’s smile was now a full-blown grin, and your expression mirrored his. “Yeah?” He asked, the word carrying more meaning. You’re into this, right?

“Yeah,” you exhaled as Spencer dropped his hands from your face, but your hands remained on his torso, not wanting to step away just yet. The syllable meant more coming from you, too. I’m really, very much, super into this. Please, for the love of god, kiss me again.

Spencer arched a brow ever so slightly, and you nodded your head.

Just like a dance, Spencer’s hands moved to your waist, and at the same time, you slid yours around his neck. He backed you up, completely disregarding his jacket on the sidewalk, until you were flush against the brick wall belonging to the bar. The brisk October breeze ruffled through his hair and yours, yet, suddenly, neither of you were terribly concerned about the weather.

He kissed you again, and this time it wasn’t as timid. Slowly, at first, his lips pressed against yours, and then his tongue darted out. It teased your lips in silent invitation, and you opened them to grant him access. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your hair, your face. You had moved your own down to his torso again. He coaxed the tiniest little mewl out of your throat, a completely uncontrollable and inevitable noise.

Spencer’s low, gravelly groan reverberated through your mouth. Your hands gripped the bottom half of his shirt, balling it up in tight, white-knuckled fists. An unmistakable hardness brushed against your thigh. You were perfectly content to stay right there, pinned against the exterior wall of a D.C. bar, but the sound of a car honking its horn peeled Spencer off of you.

His face was flushed and you released his shirt from your grasp. He let out a small grunt, stepping away from you to grab his jacket off the ground, wrinkling it haphazardly in his hand, holding it strategically over his middle.

Oh, he liked you a lot.

“You okay, Spence?” You asked all-knowingly, cocking your head to the side, leaning against the wall, lifting a foot to plant against it.

Spencer shot a set of narrowed eyes at you, as if noting your smirk and storing it for later. “Yeah, I’m great,” he said, obviously struggling a little bit. His eyes quickly left yours and looked everywhere but at you.

You didn’t want to embarrass him too much. So you just crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the sidewalk. But the smirk on your face wasn’t going away quite so easily. You considered briefly trying to talk to him about baseball or something to try and help him out, but you decided pointing it out would just humiliate him. Plus, it was a nice little ego boost, knowing you could get him like that with just a simple touch.

He took a second, but he finally cleared his throat and met your gaze. You sucked your front teeth with your tongue and then bit your lip. “Want me to call an Uber?” You asked.

Spencer just nodded, and you pushed yourself off the wall, stepping over to join him, digging your phone out of your pocket to order the car. “You okay?” You asked him again after submitting the request on your phone. Spencer’s face was still flushed, but he just nodded and reached for your hand. “Careful,” you warned, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him. “Don’t want you having an-“

“Shut up,” Spencer cut you off, and you snickered.

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You had never been in Spencer’s apartment before. It was unmistakably his, with stacks upon stacks of books in lieu of furniture.

There was a sofa in his living room, along with a coffee table, a couple of lamps, and a television on a stand. The remaining space, besides a few spots here and there and a clear path with which to maneuver the room, was filled with books.

You had never seen so many books in someone’s possession before. And sure, you were an avid reader yourself. But nothing like this. Your heart fluttered at the sight, not only because books simply just made you happy, but because it was an incredibly endearing detail about Spencer. Your Spencer.

He shut and locked the door after you stepped inside, looking around with a childlike, awestruck grin. The TV had a thin layer of dust over the screen - he clearly didn’t use it often. And as you trailed a finger along the top of the nearest stack of books, you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move.

You and Spencer had both been quiet in the Uber ride here. He had simply held your hand, swiping his thumb across the back of your palm every few seconds. You would occasionally meet his gaze, but then quickly, bashfully, look away, like the two of you were teenagers.

It was so strange to think of what he had said to you - I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met. How had you not figured it out before now?

You supposed you had been hiding your true feelings as well, so he was allowed to, too.

There wasn’t any point in wishing to change the past, you reminded yourself. All you should be focusing on is right now.

And right now, the street lamps peeked in through Spencer’s living room window, glinting off of his endless brown eyes and making them look like he had the moon in his irises.

“So,” you said softly, not nearly as wicked as you had been when you were teasing him on the street by the bar. “This is where you live.”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer bobbed his head, that awkward, straight-line smile crossing his face.

“Lot of books,” you pointed out.

“Yep.”

You arched a brow, a teasing smile crossing your face once again. “What’s with the monosyllabic conversation?”

Spencer clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. “It’s just… really difficult to just stand here and not touch you,” he admitted, a sheepish smile crossing his face.

You grinned. “You can touch me,” your voice dropped an octave, without you even really thinking about it.

Spencer licked a canine with the tip of his tongue. God, that tongue. You remembered how he’d teased you less than an hour ago outside of the bar. “Maybe I will,” he shrugged, and you rolled your eyes.

“You can’t really play it cool, right now, Spencer. Not when I just gave you a-“

“Please stop talking,” Spencer laughed, crossing the room and cupping your cheeks in his hands all in the same movement. You snickered and he kissed you and anything you might have been wanting to make fun of him for was forgotten about.

You pressed your hands against his chest - holy pectorals, Batman - and craned your neck up so you could reach him. Spencer slid his own hands down your arms and to your hips, and you looped your arms around his neck. One palm flattened against the back of his head, holding him in place, fingers curling around pieces of his soft hair.

Your heart was hammering away, and there was this aching, hot feeling that was pooling in your core and you all of a sudden felt hungry. Starving for Spencer, for every piece of him, for fully and finally crossing that line from friend to lover. An insatiable hunger for nearly every moment since you’d known him.

Finally you broke away from him, simply because oxygen was a necessity, and he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed and your fingers ground into his scalp. “Look at me,” he requested, his voice low.

Your eyes opened obediently and one of Spencer Reid’s hands curled under your chin. His face moved away from yours but his gaze was locked on yours, a pinpoint, a Northern Star.

And when Spencer spoke again, your knees buckled.

“I want you.”

Your mouth fell open, ever so slightly, and you nodded. “I want you, too,” you whispered.

“Are you still…?” He asked, his eyes searching yours. You’d had three drinks earlier that evening, after all, but you’d polished the last one off nearly an hour ago. Maybe not fully sober, but sober enough to know what you wanted.

“I’m fine,” you assured him.

Spencer inclined his head to the side. “You’re sure? Can you pass a sobriety test?”

You narrowed your eyes at him before you realized he was being sarcastic. You stepped back from him, shrugging off his hands, and extended your arms, touching your nose with your left hand, then your right. Spencer just laughed, and reached out for you, tugging you back to him. “Okay,” he chuckled, planting a kiss on your neck. You let him. “You’re fine, then?”

“I’m fine,” you agreed, shrugging him out of his sweater vest, and then reaching for the buttons on his shirt underneath.

Spencer kissed your neck as you fumbled with the buttons - how were buttons suddenly impossible to undo? Your head craned back just slightly on instinct, wanting - needing - to allow Spencer more access. Your dexterity had become abysmal at this point, and Spencer’s lips were kissing your neck, down your throat, teasing at your collarbone. “Spencer,” you managed to groan out, a wave of annoyance present in your tone.

“What?” he asked, pulling back, concern filling his face.

You realized you had actually worried him. “Oh, no, no,” you waved it away, and he visibly relaxed. “I’m just really frustrated, because… because your shirt,” you stammered, and Spencer’s mouth twitched up into a smirk.

“My shirt,” he stated.

“That one, right here,” You laughed softly, curling your fingers around the buttons. You managed to wiggle one free, then another. Spencer leaned forward to continue kissing your neck, but you held a hand up to stop him. “Hang on,” you murmured, working through another button, and one more. “I’m concentrating.”

“You’re sticking your tongue out,” Spencer snickered. Your eyes met his and your cheeks flushed.

“I’m concentrating!” Your voice rose slightly in self-defense. Spencer’s hands went to your hips.

“It’s adorable,” he told you. “You make the same face at work. When you’re in the middle of filling out a form or trying to open a new bottle of coffee creamer without spilling it,” Spencer rubbed circles in your hips and your fingers stopped working again.

“You noticed that kind of stuff?” You asked softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Spencer just nodded. “All the time.”

I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met.

You inhaled sharply, finally undoing the last button.The skin beneath the shirt was pale, smooth, and perfect. And when he slid his arms through the sleeves and the shirt fell to the ground, you bit your lip, unable to help it.

“Y/N?”

You met Spencer’s gaze and let out this awkward little laugh. Embarrassing, really, if you hadn’t been in the company of your best friend. “You okay?” he asked, and you felt a little giddy as you nodded, moving your hands to his neck and standing on your toes to kiss him again.

You didn’t know which direction the bedroom was in, so you just took a guess, pushing him back towards one of the doors. He kept his hands on your hips and his lips pressed against yours as he guided you, walking backwards, to the right door. You entered the bedroom and could not possibly be bothered to look around right now, not when Spencer was guiding you in a circle by merely touching your hips, not when the back of your knees hit what was unmistakably a mattress, not when you fell back against it.

Your eyes were shut, unwilling to take in your surroundings as Spencer guided you onto your back. You toed off your shoes before lifting your legs, and Spencer hovered over you. Your lips were locked with his the entire time. And when you finally opened your eyes and you saw only Spencer, you grinned like a fool.

Spencer’s fingers were like taking a shower. They were all over you - your hips, first, then your stomach, and you had to resist the urge to giggle because they tickled as he teased the bottom hem of your shirt up. You sat up slightly to get the blouse over your head and you watched him discard it onto the floor. And then his hands were over your chest, thumbs teasing under the wire of your bra, outlining the shapes of your breasts.

Your breathing had gone heavy and staccato by this point, your body sinking into the mattress, shipwrecked as Spencer touched you. His eyes wandered over your and that little smile on his face was enough for you to know that he was immensely enjoying himself.

“Can I…?” Spencer’s hands wandered down and gripped your pants as he looked into your eyes, a brow arched.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and your blush appeared over your cheeks at the same time as his. “Yeah,” you whispered, and Spencer helped you wiggle out of your pants - black slacks, since you had gone straight from work to the bar. They were soon tossed to the floor, and you were only in your underwear and your bra. And Spencer’s brown eyes did not make you feel objectified or embarrassed, but safe.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he told you, seriously, and your breath hitched in your throat.

“You-”

“I’m not done,” Spencer cut you off, lifting a hand to run his thumb down your chin. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re so kind, and smart, and funny. And I’d really like to show you how much I care about you,” he looked into your eyes as a sort of request.

“I’m not on birth control,” You breathed out in response, feeling your cheeks redden for even bringing it up. Way to damper the mood. Still, you wanted to be responsible. “Do you have a c-”

Spencer’s soft smile turned into a wicked grin and he shook his head. “We’re not going to need one,” he promised, and after looking into his eyes for a moment, you understood.

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Spencer had thoroughly worshiped you, until you quaked and cried out with absolutely no thought to how thin his apartment walls might be. Usually, you didn’t allow yourself to be the center of attention for too long, but Spencer had insisted, and, well, you couldn’t very well deny him what he wanted, right?

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your hair matted to the back of your neck, Spencer finally lay down beside you. Your breathing was just starting to come back to you as you turned on your side to face him. Spencer’s body mirrored yours, the tips of his fingers - those fingers - trailing up the side of your arm. “That was…” his voice was soft, gravelly, and he looked at you like you had anything to do with it. It was literally all him. “Incredible.”

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out, unable to really focus on anything besides the curve of Spencer’s lips, the way the apples of his cheeks appeared when he smiled like this. Spencer kissed your lips, unlike any way he had before. All the other kisses tonight had been hungry and excited, exploratory and new. This one was lazy and slow and you let his tongue dance across yours, and when he finally pulled away, your nose scrunched up in delight.

Your eyes traveled from his lips, down his neck, his collarbone, then back up, taking him in. The glow of his skin, the tired yet exhilarated look in his eyes. So different now than at the beginning of the night, when he’d looked at you with that slightly annoyed expression as you had tried to set him up with other women. You recalled how he had gone off to that group of three women right before you’d abandoned the bar, how he had struck out on purpose just to satiate your nagging. “What’d you say to those women tonight?” You asked him curiously, furrowing your brows at him.

Spencer, in turn, arched his brows at you. “Why?”

“Because I’m curious,” you said as his fingers continued to trail, feather-light, up and down your arm. You traced your thumb along his jawline, stopping at his chin. “You were obviously blowing it on purpose.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I actually do have some game, despite what Morgan might say,” he said, his tone defensive.

You snickered. “Sure you do, Spence. Took you, what, eight months, to get me in your bed?”

Spencer shot a playful glare at you and pinched the skin on your arm. You squeaked in response and he just laughed. “I just asked them how they were doing tonight,” he said finally, and you knew just from the look on his face that he was lying.

“You did not,” you pushed back. “Come on, Reid, spill it.”

“Ok, fine,” Spencer heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes, sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard. You sat up, too, looking at him with concern. Why was he so embarrassed? “I told them… Jesus.” Spencer rubbed the space between his brows with his thumb and his forefinger. “I told them I was here with a coworker that I had a massive crush on, and that you were trying to set me up with someone else,” he began.

You started to smile.

Spencer continued. “I told them that I had absolutely no interest in going home with anyone tonight, and that I had been purposefully striking out all night long because I couldn’t stand the thought of even trying to look at someone the way I look at you.”

Your smile grew and you moved to sit on your knees, inching closer to Spencer and throwing one leg over him, effectively straddling him against the mattress. “So I asked them,” Spencer continued, his lips turning slowly from an exasperated frown to a small smile. “I asked them if they could just look at me like I had said something stupid, and then I would leave them alone.”

“Did they say anything to that?” You asked as Spencer’s hands found your hips, contouring to match the curves into the small of your back.

Spencer’s voice got slightly lower, more serious, when he said, “The girl in the middle did. She said ‘that girl definitely has feelings for you, too’. And then they did what I asked, and I walked back over to you.”

“She did not say that,” you rolled your eyes, just as Spencer kissed your lips.

“I have an eidetic memory, Y/N,” he reminded you in a low whisper, as his lips lingered against yours. “Would I lie to you about that?”

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theworld-accordingtocasey · 1 year

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Too much of a bnf to at least “like” the post you asked for feedback on, and got a whole ass essay about the chapter? ok then, imma snatch my shit right back

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melannen · 11 months

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How To Make Your Own Fanfiction Archive, In Just Ten Easy Steps

As the go-to "person who knows about AO3" for quite a few people who read fanfic but aren't really linked-in to wider fandom culture, I've fielded a lot of questions about how to do certain things on AO3 to which my best answer is "you should really start your own archive!" I think, in general, more fans starting their own small archives would be a net good for fandom. AO3 was never meant to be the only archive for all fandom, or even the main archive, and the more spread out and backed up we are the more resilient we are.

But of course I have to be reminded that a lot of fans these days don't really have any idea how little "you should start your own archive!" really involves. (Also, that I should practice what I preach.) So I am now making my own fanfiction archive, and writing up this post as I do it to tell people how to make theirs!

Go to https://neocities.org/ and sign up for an account. It only needs a username (which will also be your website address), password, and email. Pick a username that will be related to your archive's title!

Choose the free account option (if you ever need more than what the free account offers for a text-only archive, you should probably look into graduating from neocities.) This should take you to a menu of "how to make a website" tutorials. You should do them! They're useful skills. But let's get your archive running first.

Hit the big red Edit Site button, or open the menu under your username and select "Edit Site".

Select the "Index.html" file to edit. You're now in an HTML Editor. Congrats, you're a web developer c. 1999!

Find where it has text between the < title> tags. Delete the filler text, and put in the title of your new archive. This text will be what shows on the tab when people go to your archive.

Find where it has text between the < h1 > tags. This will be big header text at the top of your page. Put the title of your archive here again. If you have no experience with HTML, you should read over the other sample text. It covers the basic basics very well! Once you've done that, you can delete everything else between the < /h1> tag and the < /body> tag. Save your index.html file.

Get an HTML file for a fanfic you would like to add to your archive. If it's on AO3, you can use the html download option built into AO3. If you have it as a word processor/google docs file, you should have the option to save as an html file. Save that html file to your computer.

Go back to Edit Site on Neocities and go to "upload". Find the html file you saved and upload it. (You can also drag and drop files to upload.)

The file you uploaded should now be showing with your other neocities files. Right-click on the title and select "copy link".

Go in to edit index.html again. Under where you put your header text, type < br> < a href=" . Then paste in the link you copied. Then type "> Then put in the title of the fic. Then type < /a> . Then save the index page again when you're done. You can do this for every fanfic you have.

Congratulations! You now have your very own personal private fanfiction archive that you are 100% in charge of and make all the rules for. It's at least as good as half the ones I was reading on when I started reading fanfiction and will serve its function well as a way to let people read your fic. You can link to it from anywhere you want! (Including your AO3 profile.)

Blogpost version, with FAQs and discussion

Anyway, here's my beautiful new fanfiction archive made using this tutorial:

Melannen's Fanfiction Archive

(I am honestly way more disproportionately proud of finally making that than I expected to be. It's nice to have your own archive.)

If you make one, share it here ! I want to see!

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changeishard · 2 years

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Chapter 15 is up!

Title: Secret Shorts

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Elliott/Penny; Sam/Sebastian; Abigail/Leah; past Abigail/Sebastian

Summary: A collection of random scenes set in the same universe as my other fic, Can You Keep A Secret?

Some of the scenes will be set before the story starts, others will be like missing scenes. Many different characters will make appearances and have POVs for once, read each chapter’s summary for more info!

Chapter 2: Elliott and Leah have a chat before the Flower Dance (Missing Scene)

Chapter 3: Abigail and Sebastian break up (Prequel)

Chapter 4: Elliott is insecure about his book. Penny tries to make him feel better (Missing Scene)

Chapter 5: Sam and Sebastian have their first kiss (Prequel)

Chapter 6: Sam goes on a date with Haley (Prequel)

Chapter 7: Leah and Elliott have a chat about the past (Missing Scene/Prequel)

Chapter 8: Abigail and Leah get together (Missing Scene)

Chapter 9: Elliott attends his first Stardew Valley Fair (Prequel)

Chapter 10: The farmer finds Elliott and Penny’s notes (Missing Scene)

Chapter 11: Sebastian helps Maru with her project (Missing Scene)

Chapter 12: The farmer helps Penny with cooking (Missing Scene)

Chapter 13: Elliott and Penny talk about past relationships (Missing Scene)

Chapter 14: Leah and Elliott argue after the Feast of the Winter Star (Missing Scene)

Chapter 15: Penny talks to Robin while decorating the cabin (Missing Scene)

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7 Minutes in Heaven {obx - jm}

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem Pogue!Reader (kinda some John B x reader if you squint)

Summary: pogue!reader gets selected for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven with JJ—this should be no big deal, right?

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing, suggestive flirting, idk? Mild angst. Mostly fluff

Word count: 2,671

A/N: hiii this is my first time ever posting my own lil fanfic to tumblr. I’m sorry if there are any errors:(( I usually write original fiction but this was in my head and I couldn’t get it out. I hope someone gets some enjoyment from it <3 there is a John B alt ending written but idk if I’ll post. Let me know what you beauties thinnnnk:)

When a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ didn’t sound juicy enough to the sexed up tourons, a blue-shirt wearing frat bro suggested everyone partake in a game of 7 Minutes In Heaven. The pogues were never one to back down from a challenge—least of all you, who’d kissed all of your friends at some point or another.

You took a sip of beer from the paper cup in your hand, but not even drowning yourself in drinks could save you as John B and a touron girl exited the closet, heralding your turn next. He wore a lazy, drunken smile, dancing to the beachy music thumping from a nearby amp.

“Tourons pick the lamest party games.” You hid your bundle of stress underneath a coy joke. “We could be playing flip cup instead.”

“You were laughing when it was Sarah and me.” Kie filed into the room next with a fresh beer in hand, brushing your cheek with the other hand as she passed. “Not so smug now, babes, huh?”

She plopped down on the arm of the chair Pope sat on with his feet kicked up, rolling a backwood.

“Of course it’s funny when it’s not me. That’s how it works,” you said.

John B’s laugh rang out as he orbited around your back, to your side, appearing in your peripheral. You turned slightly, cup pressed against your bottom lip.

“How about you finish off that liquid courage,” John B used his index finger to tip the bottom of the cup up to goad you into chugging. You tried not to laugh into the drink as you complied, drinking the remainder of its contents. “Atta girl. Now lighten up, buzz kill, ‘cause it’s your turn.”

You tossed the now-empty cup at his head with a laugh, watching as he swatted it away. “Like you need an excuse to makeout with someone in a closet.”

“Seven minutes of swapping bacteria.” Pope chimed in from his spot on the recliner as he sparked the lighter. “In the best way possible.”

Kie crossed her arms. “You don’t have to kiss anyone.”

JJ burst around the corner into the room, beer spilling from the bottle in his hand as he caught the last half of the conversation. “Hey, don’t say that! We all have to follow the rules.”

“What rules, JJ?” You rolled your eyes. “The ones you pull out of your ass?”

“Yeah, I can jot them down for you.” He feigned looking around the room, touching his chest for imaginary pencil pockets as the bottle sloshed in his hand. “Anyone got a pen? Maybe a marker? Crayon, perhaps?”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” You conceded with another laugh. “Pour me up a shot and let me make someone’s day!”

Kie hopped off the couch with a grin and began lining up shot glasses on the counter. JJ’s hand cradled the small of your back while John B approached your other side, watching as JJ poured a messy line of contents from the tap across all of the shot glasses.

Every pogue picked one up, preparing to throw them back, when John B took the one from your hand and raised a mischievous brow. “Open up, little loverrr.”

You gave a wide grin before obeying the command, opening up your mouth and sticking out your tongue to prepare for the waterfall of liquor.

John B tossed back his own shot in one fluid motion before pouring the second shot into your mouth. Once the contents were fully polished off you squeezed your eyes shut as an involuntary shiver ran through you, the warmth working its way down your throat and through your chest.

“You missed some.” John B grabbed your cheeks and yanked you closer, playfully slurping the backsplash from the skin around the corner of your mouth and cheek.

“HEYYY NOW!” JJ gave an energetic clap of his hands before pointing at you and John B. “Save it for the closet!”

You shoved John B away from you with laughter almost as if he were an over-zealous puppy before leaning over to smack JJ’s arm. “Oh please, I know you have your fingers crossed hoping it’s me and you.”

You didn��t interpret the playful action as John B making a move on you despite JJ’s joke. You were all particularly affectionate with each other—and for as affectionate as you were, you also gave each other just as much shit.

“Alright, it’s TIME!” said Kie, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you in Pope’s direction. “Pull the name.”

Pope remained on the couch, but now had a ball cap flipped upside down in his hand with jumbled up scraps of paper inside. He grumbled. “I don’t know how I ended up relegated to this role.”

“Because you’re the most trustworthy,” said Kie. “And the least likely to fuck it up.”

“Can’t argue there.” Pope pulled a piece of paper from the cap. “You will be joined by…” he unfurled the paper. “JJ!”

As JJ looked over at you with that arrogant flirty ease, you couldn’t place why you suddenly felt a spike of nerves. Your feet almost felt as if they had forgotten how to work, with Sarah swooping in to usher you toward the closet, JJ not far behind.

Seven minutes in a closet should be nothing compared to all the drunken nights you’d cuddled up on the chateau’s pullout couch together. The party was in full swing, the perfect time to cut loose, and still, you couldn’t fight the soft apprehension prickling at your palms.

The closet in question was unlike anything you’d grown up with, but that was to be expected anytime you partied at a kook house. It was more akin to a closet like Sarah’s, though it wasn’t overflowing with near as much color or fun crop tops as hers.

You looked around at the designer labels and scrunched your nose. “God, why do kooks need such big closets?”

“Yeah, I’m not digging all the space between us.” Without warning, JJ slipped an index finger into the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you closer until you were only inches apart. “Much better, thanks for the cooperation, princess.”

“You’re getting way too much enjoyment out of this, it’s worrying.”

“Afraid I’ll bite?” He clacked his teeth in your face playfully, smirking when he couldn’t make you flinch.

“Biting doesn’t scare me.” You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed in closer to his face, daring him to retaliate. “You’ll have to try harder, Jay.”

He dropped his hold on the belt loop and pressed his hands into you stomach, shoving you against the wall until you back was flush with the surface, caught between the cold of the wall and the warmth of his body.

“How about now, cupcake? Scared?” He paused and lifted a brow, smirk sweeping up his mouth. He leaned closer. “That toe-curling thing you’re feeling is called sexual tension, my friend.”

Said tension between you was palpable, even after he slacked to give you the space back, satisfied with the effect he’d visibly had on you. Words died in your throat. For the first time ever, you were speechless. JJ, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease, content to chatter away.

“We had our first kiss in a closet just like this one.” JJ looked delighted by the memory. "You remember?”

”Don’t call it ‘our first kiss’ like we were ever a thing.” Your composure faltered, but it was a fond memory nonetheless. “Shame on me for choosing ‘dare’ over ‘truth’—I thought I’d get to do something cool like scale a flag pole, but no. Got stuck sucking face with you.”

"Okay, ouch,” he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “I've gotten a lot better at kissing since then.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the heat that was creeping up your neck. "Well, we were like thirteen, so I’d really hope so."

JJ leaned in a little closer again. "I've been thinking about that kiss a lot lately, you know.”

Your walls went up, afraid of being vulnerable. He’d played with your feelings one too many times over the years out of boredom. You used to think when he was flirting he meant it, and that had led to too much confusion. Rather than pine over him forever, you’d grown comfortable with your role of best friend.

Anything more—girlfriend, fuck buddy, situationship—would spell nothing but trouble.

You deflected by teasing him. “You’ve been thinking about a bad kiss from middle school? Find better hobbies.”

“That’s the thing—I need to redeem myself,” he said. “You never wonder what it would be like to try it again now that we’re older? More… seasoned?”

“Don’t be dumb.” Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried not to let it show. "This is just a fun party game, not an opportunity for you to get lucky.”

“What does that cute little tattoo on your ass say again?” He snapped his fingers and feigned as if recalling. “Lucky you.”

You made a sputtering noise, floored by the comeback. You’d been in a bikini around the pogues enough times that they’d likely all seen the edge of said tattoo, but he would have had to pay attention to read it.

“God, you are such a shameless flirt!” You picked up a sandal from the closet floor and began smacking him with it. “What is with you tonight? You’re gonna start humping the keg stand before the party is over—“

“I wouldn’t be the man you know and love unless I flirted without remorse.” JJ flinched away from the sandal, laughing at your reaction. "Come on, you have to admit there's chemistry between us."

You felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body at his words. He was right, but you didn't know what to do about it—so again, you deflected. “You have chemistry with anything that has tits and legs.”

“Nah, it’s different with us,” he insisted. “And I’ll prove it.”

Before you could respond, JJ took a daring step forward, his hand cupping your cheek as his lips met yours in a searing kiss. It was gentle initially, testing the waters to see what you were okay with. As the kiss lingered, JJ took it as a sign to deepen things, the pace growing hungrier between you.

Your initial surprise gave way to something more passionate and explorative. Warmth pooled in your thighs as he tangled him hands in your hair, tongue making sensuous circles with your own. It was a moment suspended in time as your friendship burned away, scorching the earth until it became something uncharted. He awoke dormant feelings in you—emotions for him that you thought you’d long buried came rising to the surface at full force like a geyser.

“Seven minutes is up!” John B’s voice rang out.

You barely had time to fall apart from each other as the door pried open. A gasp tore through your mouth, accompanied by a jolt of surprise. For a brief moment it had only been you and JJ - the party on the other side of the door had completely disappeared to you.

John B leaned against the doorframe, gazing down at the wild blush staining your cheeks. Something like understanding registered in his gaze at the look on your face, but he quickly recovered the cool-guy charm.

“Either you crazy kids come out, or I’m gonna get serious FOMO and have to join.”

“Squeeze in, man, you’ll love it.” JJ leaned his head against your shoulder and smiled, looking completely unaffected by what had happened. “Plenty of room. Too much, honestly.”

You rolled your eyes, not understanding how he could be so jovial and collected as your heart threatened to pump out of your chest.

“No threesomes in this living room, alright, this ain’t a Hugh Hefner party.” said Pope. “Come smoke this blunt and stop being weird.”

As you exited the confines of the closet, which had felt like it’s own world, you couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you had been in the closet for even a minute longer. Would hands have roamed further? Would JJ have had time to confess he was just fucking around with you, only he took it a bit farther than usual? You didn’t even know what you’d want him to say.

There wasn’t enough time to process what was happening or the repercussions of it—only that in the moment it had felt really, really good being with JJ. Whatever the absolute fuck that was about.

The unspoken tension had found its voice in that kiss, marking the beginning of the end. You didn’t know how you could look him in the eyes again after feeling his hands knotting through your hair. How could a moment change everything?

You avoided JJ for the next several hours, wrapping your mind around what had happened. If the other pogues noticed, they didn’t call you out on it. Not openly, anyway. Kie and John B were not subtle as they gossiped in hushed whispers, glancing between you and JJ at your two different places across the party.

Eventually, the drinks caught up to you. Coping with your alien feelings by attempting to numb them with alcohol hadn’t worked, of course, so now not only were you mentally spiraling but had also come down with a bad case of the spins.

To anchor yourself back to the moment, you slipped away from the party, which was just now starting to teeter off from its full swing, and exited out of the back door of the mansion onto a vacant area of porch.

Salty sea and crisp nighttime air instantly offered reprieve to your racing mind as you walked over to the wooden railing of the porch and leaned against it, reveling in the quiet.

A few minutes later, your quiet was disturbed by the sound of the sliding glass door opening up behind you. You turned to look at who’d followed, heart nearly leaping from your chest at the sight of JJ.

“Hey, you okay out here?” He stuck his head out of the door, quiet concern on his face. You nodded without verbal response. “Is it cool if we talk for a minute?”

You nodded again, feeling a nervous knot forming in your stomach. You didn’t want to imagine what he would say next. Still, you were both here now, and there was no use in prolonging the inevitable. “What's up?”

He closed the door behind himself. Here it comes, you thought. He’s going to confess that he was just teasing you—it meant nothing to him. All one big, meaningless flirt brought on by his name being pulled from a random lottery. If it’d been John B’s name called over JJ’s, JJ may have never looked at you twice otherwise. Not any differently than usual, anyway. Why did that possibility hurt so much?

“About the game…” He approached your side at the porch railing, looking less sure of himself than normal. “I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

Your reply was short. “Astute observation.”

“Don’t do that—don’t shut down.” His eyes cut right through you. “Look, I - I have something to admit.”

You steeled yourself for him to say something that would break you, but you wouldn’t show it. “Don’t leave me in suspense, Jay.”

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line by kissing you before…” There was a pause too long in the air as he contemplated whether or not to say the next words. “I bribed Pope to make sure he called my name for your turn.”

“You… what?”

“Don’t be mad.” He squeezed his eyes shut as if an admission of guilt physically pained him. After all, his motto had always been ‘deny, deny, deny.’ “It may or may not have been John B’s name on the paper that Pope actually pulled, but I’d slid him a $20 beforehand to make sure no one else got you.”

The uneasiness in your stomach slowly transformed into butterflies, tickling all the way up your throat until it evolved into belly-aching laughter. He wasn’t toying with you because he was bored or because it was convenient. He orchestrated this.

The laughter confused him. “Is that – wait – why are you laughing?”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me again.”

His features brightened, eyes glowing with a new, consuming adoration. He swept you in closer and brought his mouth down to yours, talking against your lips. “God, I’m so glad you said that. Playing it cool has been driving me crazy.”

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twinkodium · 4 months

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𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 (𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 / 𝑀𝒸𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Landoscar / Mctwinks

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ Dirty words, suggestive, sexual activity, anal‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 5,4K

ᥫ᭡ Summary: Excitement fills their home, seeing the falling snow outside that makes Lando extremely happy and wakes up his boyfriend. He already has plans for how to spend the day, that don't involve staying in bed.

ᥫ᭡ A/N: No beta-reading this time. I wanted to challenge myself in a way so expect more grammatical errors because I’m NOT a native. Don't mind me posting a Christmas fanfic when it's already long forgotten, I'm shit at time management and sticking to the deadlines 😭

ᥫ᭡ Taglist: @slugesh @formulahuh @laciijane @izzief1rambles @httpiastri @481boxboxbaby @papayaaa04 @landoom @f1extras

ᥫ᭡ Up on AO3 too

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

“What the hell? Is there an Earthquake?” Oscar is woken up by his bed shaking under his body, highly confused. His disoriented mind needs a few seconds to reboot and it all gets clear what's going on when his vision fixates on the sight of his boyfriend jumping up and down on their bed.

“OSCAAAAH, OSCAAAH! It's snowing!!!” His beaming smile lights up the whole room and while Oscar is not a morning person, a soft smile spreads across his face by Lando’s excitement.

“Wonderful, can I go back to sleep now?” He fake-yawns just to tease the Brit further.

“Don't even think about it!” Stomping his foot dramatically on the bed, he almost loses his balance and falls backward. Quickly circling his arms to gain back his composure, placing his hand over his rapidly beating heart and heaving out a deep breath. Oscar fights back his giggles not wanting to piss him off even more. “Get up Osc, I wanna decorate our Christmas tree.”

“Hm… make me.” He lays on his forearms, the duvet slides lower on his pale skin revealing more of his well-trained pecs. He licks his lips and gazes at Lando, eyebrow cocked in a challenging manner. A cheeky grin appears on the other boy’s face as he launches himself on Oscar. Straddling him over the covers and leaning down to press a sweet and distracting kiss on his lubed-up lips. Before Oscar could touch him and deepen the kiss Lando is already gone. Escaping his embrace at neck-breaking speed, stealing the covers and leaving a shirtless Oscar only in his boxer shivering in bed. What a little shit, he thinks.

“Please put on the Christmas sweater I bought for you and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes.” Lando shouts back from the hallway as he bounces down the stairs to play some music and prepare for the day ahead.

Oscar lets out a sigh as he finally separates himself from the warmth of their bed. Quickly enters the bathroom to brush his teeth and run his fingers through his bed hair to make himself more presentable, even though he’s certain his messy hair is a big turn-on. He checks his reflection in the mirror one last time before clicking off the lights and heading back to the room. He dresses in simple jeans and is about to put on the sweater Lando mentioned but he stops in his tracks when he spots the caption on the front. Choking out a laugh on his way to find Lando with the ugly piece of clothing in his hand. He hears the soft Christmas music coming from the kitchen Lando humming along with the lyrics.

“Lando! I’m not going to—” He loses his train of thought when Lando faces him. His navy jumper has a gigantic candy cane with the text ‘it’s not going to lick itself‘ next to it. Oscar stands there with his mouth open, completely speechless. Lando steps forward and closes his mouth shut with his index finger, seductively grinning up at him as his finger slides along his defined jawline.

“You were saying…” He takes in Oscar’s shirtless form, biting his lower lip at the sight of his creamy skin ready to be touched and marked. He places his open palm over his heart, sliding his fingers over the sensitive surface leaving goosebumps in their wake. Oscar trembles under the sweet touches, a moan escapes deep from his lungs. He swallows the upcoming ones down, wetting his lips yet again.

“I’m not putting on this jumper. It’s ridiculous.” He lifts the jumper to his chest with big balls and the caption ‘If you jingle my balls, I’ll guarantee you a white Christmas’ is sporting on the front.

Lando doubles over with laughter, pressing his warm cheeks to Oscar’s muscular chest as he hooks an arm around his waist, preventing himself from toppling over. Oscar watches his lover having a breakdown, waiting patiently for his chuckles to die down. He places his hand on his lower back to bring his body closer to his.

“Look, I have your balls on my face.” He blurts out, laughing into the fabric between their bodies. The Aussie truly contemplates how the hell did he fall in love with such a child.Lando’s childish behavior and tradition of laughing out loud in serious situations bring joy and happiness to their extremely stressful life. Even when he makes fun of him and bullies him to no return, Oscar swoons over him like a lovesick puppy. Without him joking around, they might crumble under the pressure and demanding focus their job requires. “Okay, sorry. I calmed down now.” He travels his eyes up to Oscar’s, expecting the find annoyance in his chocolate brown obs, but he only gazes back with adoration and love. His heart picks up the pace of his heavy breathing and the thousands of butterflies wake up in his stomach. He’s so in love. “You either stay half naked - that I’d not mind at all - or wear this. No other options available.” He wiggles his eyebrows funnily, knowing oh so well that Oscar can’t say no to him. Especially when he pulls ‘the puppy eyes’ card. Big, sparkly green eyes, pouty lips and he’s a goner.

“Fine.” Lando releases Oscar to step back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking him up and down, clearly enjoying the glimpse of his exposed bare skin.

Oscar plays into his naughty thoughts, flexing his arms when he finally pulls the ugly sweater over his head and smoothes the material down on his wide chest. It stretches over his figure perfectly, if it wasn’t for the stupid pattern and text, he’d even like it.

Lando, on the other hand, can’t hold back his sweet smile, wearing ‘matching’ clothes with his more serious boyfriend truly lights him up on fire.

The change of music interrupts their intense eye contact and they split their sides laughing as the ‘Jiggle Bells’ starts blasting from the speakers in full volume. Once they regain their self-control and get their breathing slowed down to their normal rhythm, they finally make their way towards the living room where the artificial Christmas tree already stands in its naked glory. It’s taller than he remembered. With the star finial on top, it’s going to touch the ceiling.

“When exactly did you wake up?” Oscar begins separating the mismatched Christmas decorations and selecting the ones he wants up on the tree into a neat pile.

“Maybe too early?” A small blush appears on his golden cheeks due to his embarrassment of how excited he is and fully in a festive mood.

The Aussie acknowledges his discomfort with a smile and pulls him closer to kiss his forehead to ease his uneasiness.

They agree to bathe the tree in their favorite colors that represent them perfectly; papaya, some neon green, Australian green, red, and white for the Christmas vibes. It doesn’t take much time to hang the ornaments, however Lando cuts loose with the colorful boas. Either doesn’t realize or most likely doesn't give two hoots that Oscar still stands by the pine when he runs around to throw them on, tying Oscar to the evergreen.

“What was the plan here?” Oscar does his best to rescue himself from the tight embrace, without any luck. “Could you at least help me, please?” He continues writhing to make eye contact with Lando but he jumps around like a little kid in a candy store, getting out of his sight. Probably to hide his shit-eating grin.

“Nah ah, I love seeing your squirm.” Lando lets out a chuckle but eventually steps forward to loosen the clutch of the boas around his body. He crouches under the feathery decoration and immediately backs up Lando to the nearest wall, invading his private space. He places his hand on the wall next to Lando’s body, caging him completely. Eyes fire with lust, their breath mixing as they exhale.

“Let’s see who’s going to toss and turn now.” Oscar bites into his lower lip as checking the Brit out from head to toe.

Lando gulps down nervously, completely aroused by the idea of having his boyfriend’s hands all over him, but they’re snowed under many tasks for the day. “E-easy there tiger! Let’s finish up here and maybe you'll get lucky later.” He obnoxiously winks at Oscar and keeps his eagerness and neediness under control, placing his enormous hands on Oscar’s pecs to have an out.

The younger one decides to tease him a little more, bumping his crotch with Lando’s, earning a low moan from the curly-haired man. Satisfaction brightens his handsome features before stepping back and leaving the flushed man behind. Lando clears his throat quickly and follows Oscar back to the living room table to snatch the last remaining ornament, the star with a picture of them kissing neatly glued to it. He swipes his gaze over the room to find a chair that is tall enough for him to reach the top of the tree without any difficulties. Before he could move, Oscar gets down to one knee in front of him, delighted brown irises leading up, locking with teal sapphire ones. He strikes dumb but rapidly finds his voice to speak up.

“Are you already proposing? Aww, how cute.” His voice comes out raspy thanks to his nervousness and in his usual fashion trying to mask it up with jokes.

“No.” Something breaks in Lando hearing the straight rejection. They’ve never really talked about marriage before, but he knows Oscar is his soulmate. They clicked immediately after their first meeting, he had never felt so loved, so accepted, and safe in anybody else’s proximity. “Not yet.”

Lando gets dizzy by the addition and the softened gaze of his boyfriend. Warmth fills his veins and a newfound smile appears on his cheeks. “Sit in my neck, I’ll lift you to put the star on top.” He itches to obey, immediately throwing his legs over Oscar's wide shoulders, reaching to grab his hand for leverage.

Oscar places his other hand on Lando’s thigh, dainty fingers pressing into his flesh a little harder, making him hiss in pleasure. The older boy stretches out to set the ornament in its place and backs up to admire his handiwork. Unlucky for him, he leans backward a little too much, being in danger of falling off. Without thinking he grabs a handful of Oscar’s hair, yanking on it harshly to become steady again. The Australian lets out a deep growl.

“Jesus, I can feel your excitement on the back of my neck…” He takes a step away from the tree.

“I’m not immune to your obscene sounds and touches… Excuse me for being a weak man.” He drags his hands downwards to touch his sexy thick neck with feather-light touches, amused by the feeling of him swallowing. He shrieks as Oscar’s strong arms push him off his shoulders and drop him between the cushions of the sofa.

“What’s next mister?” The taller man stands in front of him with all of his cuntiness, hands on his small hips, slightly tilted to the side. He could be a funny sight but instead radiates sexuality and confidence. Yet another reason for Lando to get hard in his sweats. He shakes his head swiftly to rearrange his thoughts before opening his mouth.

“DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOOOOWMAAN?” His inner child shows its teeth while screaming the comical lyrics of a children's movie. He jumps up from his lying position to dart straight to the door putting on his boots and winter coat. “CMON, FASTER, FASTER! You’re such a grandpa… so damn slow!” Trailing back to his boyfriend to rush him into his clothes.

“Don’t forget what you've just said when you’re getting railed later.” He bends down to whisper the naughty words into Lando’s ear, making him blush in return. It overflows him with satisfaction even though a soft blush appears on his cheeks too as his jeans get a little tighter at the visual of him burying his dick deep into Lando’s pretty hole.

He’s halfway through to zip up his thick coat when Lando grabs his hand to drag him outside. He might be living in the UK for a while but is still not adjusted to the colder weather and prefers Australia’s warmth over anything.

The snow stopped falling, covering the ground in ankle-high whiteness. Breezing wind swipes over his heated-up cheeks, tinting them the most gorgeous pink Lando has ever seen. He loves making him blush, it looks delicious on his pale complexion. He could spend hours tracing the pinkness, with his big bear hands, with his full lips, marking up his territory.

The Brit scoops up a handful of snow, providing a wonderful sight of his perky little ass to Oscar who fights back the urge to slap it and pushes him into the snow face-down for being slutty. His curly hair is tucked under his beanie yet an unruly curl gets loose and falls over his forehead as he rolls the snowball in all directions, rounding it out and making it bigger.

“Are you done ogling or do I have to do that hard work all by myself?” His sassy remark gets him an eye roll, but eventually, he makes his way over to him, starting the middle part of the snowman. When it's all rounded out, with their combined strengths they lift it to place it over Lando’s.

“Would you fetch some sticks and a couple of stones?” Lando has a light bulb moment and wants to execute it without Oscar’s studying gaze, hence sending him on his way to collect necessities to decorate the masterpiece with.

Oscar stops dead in his tracks and brims with astonishment when he spots the marvelously sculptured creation, the fragment of Lando’s imagination.

“Do I want to know why there is a giant snowcat standing in our garden? Or I better not ask questions?” One of his eyebrows raises a notch while spectating his boyfriend working on the details of the cat.

“I made a statue to honor my lovely and sweet boyfriend. You should be more grateful.” Lando whips around with his hands on his hips, leveling Oscar with disapproval.

“Oh wow, thank you very much, your Majesty. It's surprisingly decent.” He focuses his gaze back on the cat made of snow, checking it out more from all angles and humming in satisfaction. He likes what he sees, but teasing Lando is the higher priority. Hence the emotionless wave of his voice.

“What a compliment.” He pretends he doesn't enjoy Oscar’s sarcasm, but the light twitch of his mouth and soft tone of voice says otherwise.

He extends his hands towards Oscar, impatiently waiting for him to hand him the collected goods which he does. He crosses his arms and stands back, letting the Brits what he envisioned, he was the one who wanted so desperately to come outside anyways. His gaze lingers on him though, literally burning a hole into the side of his face, yet it doesn't divert his attention away from sticking the stick into the snowcat, creating its whiskers.

Out of the blue, Oscar feels the need to disturb his peace, just like he did with his, waking him up from a sweet dream. He bends down to create a little snowball and sneakily throws it towards the unsuspected, concentrated man. Boom, headshot!

His loud, shrill cry could wake the dead, as it echoes back from the high trees around the property. The melted liquid runs under his thick coat, contacting his skin and making him jump around to stop the flow. Soaking through his knitted sweater, there is no way to block the unexpected sensation and shake off the chill it gives him.

“You didn't just do that!” He's already reaching to collect snow in his hands, ready to fight back. His determination heightens as he looks back at his doubled-over boyfriend, laughing uncontrollably over his misery. He uses his permanent distraction to fire the ball through the air, missing the aim completely.

The sudden whooping sound of the rapidly gliding ball just inches away from his face makes him alert, standing up straight to come face to face with the fuming gaze of green orbs, all set to destroy him for the sins he has committed against him.

The Australian looks around to hide behind something from the possible attack coming his way. His thoughtfulness dissipates like wisps of smoke that doesn't go unnoticed by his boyfriend either. Using the opportunity to eliminate the remaining distance between them and galloping toward the nervously distracted man.

Oscar is pressed face-down into the snow, with the smaller boy straddling the back of his thighs and shoveling the white substance under his clothes. Down under the collar, up under the hem, doing everything possible to make him suffer and squirm. “Your reward for being mean to me.”

Oscar chuckles lightly before pushing himself up into a planking position and thrusting one of Lando’s legs to unbalance him. His plan works perfectly, making him fall off his body and lie on the floor facing up the sky. He's too slow, blinking in confusion and Oscar is already on his feet and kicking a thick layer of snow over his spread-out figure.

“You let me torture you, while you're so much stronger and could easily defend against me.” He pouts, wiggling his limbs to get free.

“Yep, correct.” He has no intention of helping him yet, just towering over him and watching the scene unfold. “You had that murderous sparkle in your eyes that you needed to get out of your system as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll be a pain in the arse for the rest of the day.”

The laying boy sucks in a sharp breath, his lips form a thin line of annoyance because, at the end of the day, the Aussie is right. He's extremely irritating when he has his mood swings, going whiny without any trace when he was jumping for joy seconds before. The brunette boy takes pity on him, sweeping off the whiteness from his body and hugging his slim waist to pull him flush against his muscular chest. Mesmerized by the beauty of his lover, tan skin against the white scenery, emerald eyes digging into his chocolate brown ones. Plump lips are insignificantly purple and chapped due to the freezing weather. They're so close that they breathe in the same air to fill their lungs. He's tempted to lock their lips in a sweet kiss.

“We should go outside before freezing our asses off.” Lacing their ice-cold hands together, he leads Lando toward the entrance, impatient to undress from the soaked-through fabric, avoiding frostbites.

Boots and coats are disposed of at the door, they are not bothered to hang them, just casually throw them on the floor like messy schoolboys coming home after a long day.

Their pants and ugly sweaters get the same treatment, lying forgotten on the hardwood flooring as the boys make their way into the living room, halting only in front of the fireplace. They try to warm up and get the circulation back into their frozen body parts.

Lando’s discomfort doesn't evaporate, quickly realizes the only piece of clothing he wears, is also drenched. He doesn't even think before sliding his boxers down this olive and trained legs, throwing the piece at his stunned boyfriend. At a teasingly slow pace, he strolls to the sofa, swinging his cute little butt side to side. Still trembling due to their previous activity, he reaches for the blanket to wrap it around his frame and cover himself from the hungry eyes of Oscar.

He wets his lips and chokes out a moan watching Lando’s seductive show and obnoxious wink, tempting him. He's going to destroy him for his behavior.

“Come here and warm me up please.” He beckons him with grabby hands, excited to touch his milky white skin.

Oscar takes his time to get closer, playing hard to get on purpose, making him wild. He loves it when He loves him desperate, whining and begging Oscar to get on with it already. Lando’s nails are digging into his palms as he fastens his grip on the blanket, pausing to launch forward and grab him by his waist.

Eventually, Oscar makes it, waiting for Lando’s next move. His mouth falls open when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down without mercy. Already drooling at the sight of his half-mast dick, eager to brush his fingers over his length but instead just opening the blanket and gesturing to him to take a seat.

As soon as Oscar places his peachy ass on the furniture, Lando climbs in his lap. He positions himself carefully on Oscar’s muscular thighs, leaving enough space for their dicks not to connect, at least for now.

He circles his arms around his deliciously thick neck and buries his face in the croak of it. The inviting pale flash calls out to him, and who is he to deny giving in? He's not God’s strongest soldier, he could never resist kissing down the slope of his neck and marking him up.

His open-mouthed kisses start their descent from his jawline to his collarbone where he flicks his tongue over the area and bites down on the sensitive skin, possibly leaving the imprint of his teeth behind. Oscar’s thighs are clenching at the sensation, a whimpering mess at the mercy of his bratty boyfriend.

Lando can't fight back the smile stretching over his lips. He follows the throbbing veins on the side of his neck with the teasing whirl of his tongue until he reaches his sweet spot right under his earlobe. His luscious mouth hesitates no more to suck a dark purple mark there. His teeth hungrily graze over the two moles on his Adam’s apple, giving them extra attention.

“You know I’m very respectful, but if you don’t stop sucking on my neck, I swear I’ll change the way you walk.” He thrusts his hips upward desperately, their hard erections meeting in the middle, lust clouding their minds.

“That was the plan all along, Osc. Would appreciate it if you let me be in charge for a short amount of time, before manhandling me into next Friday.” Lando loves to be in control, even though he usually lets Oscar make moves and devour him completely. But once in a while, the Brit asks to be the dominant one, not for his own satisfaction but to worship the pale canvas provided to him and show his love and adoration without using words.

Oscar leads his hand up on Lando’s back, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss, sealing the deal the sweetest way possible.

Lando slides closer, craving for skin-on-skin contact. Moans break free just to be muffled by their tongue licking into each others’ mouths. Getting drunk on the taste, driven by their needs and sexual frustration.

Their members are enclosed between their stomachs, every twitch of their hips brushing them together, making the friction unbearable.

“I need to be inside you.” Oscar can't take it anymore, wanting to be buried deep, feeling the tight squeeze and grasp around him.

“God, yes please.” Lando is out of his mind, basking in pleasure and sucking into the base of Oscar’s necky. Yet another mark to admire later.

The Australian untangles his hand from Lando’s curls reaching over to grab the lube from the drawer.

“Since when do we have lube there?” Asks the Brit, confused and amused at the same time.

“Since you're a horny bitch and demand to be bent over on every possible furniture and surface in the house and being fucked daily.” Oscar opens the bottle, applying a few drops over his slim fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He places the free palm of his hand over his hips, pushing him up a little to have a better access.

“I didn't hear you complaining.” His voice hitches when Oscar circles his finger over the rim of his hole. He isn't even pushed in, but Lando already becomes restless. “Fuck Osc, just give it to me.”

With an evil grin on his face, he does as he was asked, entering him with a sudden push and making him shudder against him. Groans fill the room with every pump, adding another finger alongside, fueling the need for Lando’s pornographic sounds.

He grinds his hips down, riding Oscar’s fingers deliciously. Hands fisting in hair, tugging on soft strands, teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder silencing his grunts. Oscar curls his fingers inside him, scraping his prostate straight on, making the man on top of him tremble from pleasure.

“Shit… Oscar… I-I, please.” Lando breathes heavily against his neck. He needs him, he craves him. Not done letting go yet. Lifting himself off the skilled fingers, his shaky hand locates the lube next to them. Hastily wraps his other hand around Oscar’s abandoned shaft, squeezing it to the point that makes him see stars and hiss both in pain and pleasure. He runs his thumb over the sensitive head, smudging the pre-cum all over the swollen and pink tip. If he wasn’t on the verge of breaking down, he'd consider giving him head but he's too desperate for release and being filled to make a move.

“If you don't sit on me in the next couple of seconds, I’ll combust.” He drops his head back, revealing his destroyed, thick neck. He has almost as many bites as moles, Lando made sure to decorate it completely, not leaving any part untouched.

Gulping down the temptation to attack him again, Lando busies himself with applying lube on him.

Oscar sucks his lower lip in, fighting back a nasty remark and the urge to throw Lando off him and fuck him sideways.

He watches the lube streaming down his length, before positioning himself over the glossy tip, welcoming and wrapping him in his warmth and tightness.

Oscar finds his hips, helping him emerge. God knows he tries his best to not buckle his hips up and enter him quicker. But he’s as respectful as it gets and would never think of going against Lando’s wishes.

The Aussie bottoms him out perfectly, letting him adjust to his size and drawing hearts over the skin of his hips to distract him from the extreme stretch.. His head is thrown back in a howl of lust, arching his back. He keeps rotating his lower half, edging both of them close to the sweet paradise. Oscar leans towards his throat, nuzzling his nose on his Adam's apple, moving his lips alongside his jaw. He gifts him a matching hickey, tongue flat on the mark, extremely satisfied.

Lando fucks him at a slow but sensual pace, gazing directly into his clouded eyes. Momentarily gets distracted by the sweat gliding down between his pecs, over his abs, pooling right where they connect.

The stalling pace of motion makes Oscar feral, thrusting up to meet his rhythm, pushing himself deeper inside Lando. He gasps out a moan, bending forward to bite into Oscar’s neck, whimpering into his skin while letting his man use his body to chase their releases.

Lando’s face contorts when Oscar tightens his hand, giving him a few strokes up and down his cock. He's so close, nails scratching on Oscar’s skin tearing him open, warning him of what's to come. Every deep thrust of him brings him closer. His throat is dry as a desert, unable to form a sentence, only moans and cries fight their way out.

Oscar slaps one of his hands down his handful ass, lifting him faster and faster and pounding into him harder. Their lips connect in a sloppy, uncontrolled kiss when the familiar tingle appears. Oscar’s strokes speed up a notch, sending Lando over the edge. White ropes of cum spurt out all over their stomach, coating Oscar’s long, slender fingers in the process.

His tight walls constrict around Oscar, following Lando into the blissful release. He cums inside him, giving him rope after rope of his creamy treasure shot, filling him to the brink.

A line of spit still between their lips, foreheads touching and sticky with sweat, but neither of them cares. The comfort of being close together, in each others’ arms overrides every unpleasantness.

“I can’t move. You fucked me up.” Lando backs up a little to look at his boyfriend. Soft gazes go over all of his features; the cute pointy nose, the gorgeous doe eyes, straight eyebrows, Rose tinted cheeks, delicious swollen lips due to hungry kisses, and the moles covering his pale skin. His usually soft hair, messily sitting on the top of his head, a few locks sticking to his clammy forehead. Breathtakingly gorgeous, his and only his.

“You asked for it tho.” Color filters into Lando’s cheeks at the appearance of Oscar’s infamous lopsided grin. “I’m going to clean you up and get us some hot chocolate, okay?”

“That’d be mint, thank you.” Softly wrapping his arms around the small of his waist, shifting their position to lay him down on his back. He slips out of him with a shift move, causing him as little pain as possible, and kissing him on the cheeks.

The sexy, round ass comes into view, tempting him to be slapped with long, raw strikes.. Naughty thoughts invade his mind, already ready for round 2, but he wants his hot chocolate first. He only blows a gentle hit on the flesh to make it jiggle, earning a yelp in response. Oscar narrows his eyes at him but continues his journey to the bathroom to clean up. Soon, he comes back with a lukewarm towel, tenderly scrubbing off the mess Lando created.

The Brit laces their fingers together before the man can escape without placing his lips on his. He signs exasperatedly but leans down for a peck before heading into the kitchen to prepare their seasonal drinks.

Landon starts dozing off when he hears footsteps. Too lazy to get up properly but whips around to look at the naked, Australian God. “I hope you stirred my drink with your dick. It'd taste 100% better that way.”

“I swear you're sick in the mind. Wouldn't want to get a 2nd-degree burn, thank you very much.” He’d pinch the bridge of his nose if he wasn't holding two mugs filled with burning hot liquid.

“I’d be your nurse and cure it with my mouth, don't you worry.” Oscar imagines Lando in a tight white dress that barely covers his ass. Dropped to his knees in front of him, eager to have his mouth wrapped around his length, swallowing it fully. His dick is awakened, standing at half-mast already. “Hmmm… I assume you used your imagination.”

He places the mugs down quickly, spilling some of them on the glass table, and takes his seat miles away from his lover. “I see the dangerous glint in your eyes but I want to drink my hot chocolate in peace.”

Lando pouts but can't do much about it, if Oscar sets his mind on something, he doesn't back off until he succeeds.

The Aussie teasingly licks the side of the mug, cleaning off the whipped cream. He keeps his eyes locked with Lando’s, waiting for him to lose his cool and attack him as he always does. He hums erotically, extremely impressed by Lando’s self-control. Even though he taps his fingers on the table, clearly trying to urge him on, but stays seated and holds back his eagerness.

Oscar finally finishes off the drink and is about to put the empty jug down, when he catches a glance of Lando, rapidly racing into his direction. He wraps his fingers around his wrist and drags him out of the living room and up the stairs.

“You better be ready for round 2, I won't be gentle. Your teasing was over the top and I'm going crazy.” A low chuckle escapes him but accepts his fate with open arms. He knows he's safe with Lando, even though he sometimes gives off mean energy, he's the sweetest boy he has ever known and could never hurt him intentionally.

#f1 #lando norris #mctwinks #my papaya boys 🥹🧡#oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #smut #landoscar #twinklaren #f1 smut #lando norris x oscar piastri #lola writes 🖋️

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discowheelsau · 3 days

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🛼 Disco Wheels: a WH AU! 🪩

ㅤㅤㅤa famous and beloved rollerskate rink from the 80s, brought alive by its colorful cast of puppets and live entretainment. a safe place for anyone and everyone, no matter who or what you were.

ㅤㅤㅤa story following Wally—nicknamed Roco—and his experiences working at a roller rink, until everything went wrong.

！﹘ Index

About the AU

The Cast

Boundaries

Tagging Guide

Important Links

1. ﹕ About the AU

ㅤㅤㅤit's the 80s, and all you can hear being talked about is the latest rollerskate that opened not so long ago. neon lights, disco music, a cast of colorful puppets and live entretainment bring the building to life all day and all night long. ㅤㅤㅤa place where everyone is free to be who they are, free to have fun however they want; sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it? come in! the doors are open for you, everyone is waiting. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤwill you join the fun…? :o)

2. ﹕ The Cast

Roco :: Wally (he/it/roll)

the main mascot of the roller rink; he appeared the most in commercials and other promotional material, and could be seen present in the rink at all times either dancing, singing, or rolling around. - Actor: Renny

Blades :: Sally (she/he)

the "chill friend" of the group; she could be seen frequently in roller skating and roller skates ads, hanging out near the speakers, or rolling around the rink. - Actoress: [REDACTED]

Cherry :: Julie (she/he/cherry)

the most cheerful one out of the whole group, always ready to be the center of attention and the life of the party. she was always dancing and singing along the disco music of the rink. - Actoress: [REDACTED]

Beetle :: Frank (he/they)

possibly the most grounded out of the whole group - although certainly not any less fun! they could usually be seen skating around the rink helping those that needed it. - Actor: Mateo

Dee :: Eddie (he/dis)

a popular drag queen in town; like Julie, he's always ready to be the center of attention, frequently dancing alongside her during the later hours of the day. - Actor: Ken

Mr. H :: Howdy (he/him)

with a more "rich jock" attitude, he was the most admired by the rink's attendees out of the whole group. he was always ready to help anyone that needed it! - Actor: [REDACTED]

Pop' :: Poppy (she/her)

the mother figure of the group, she used to appear most frequently in health/ safety PSAs videos in the rink. she usually worked during child-friendly hours of the day. - Actor: [REDACTED]

B.B :: Barnaby (he/him)

the clown of the party - he was always up to making everyone present smile and laugh along. he had more party tricks up his sleeve than stars on his fur, or so he said. - Actor: [REDACTED]

3. ﹕ Boundaries

What is ok?

Fan art, edits, cosplays, fanfics, anything creative!

Character interactions of any kind! In any medium! I’d love to see them!

Memes or things alike!

Hurt/comfort!

Fanon AUs of the AU

Edits! All of this, as long as you tag/ credit me of course!

What is not ok?

Selling mass produced merchandise.

Sexual interactions, both explicit and not explicit.

Ignoring a character's sexuality for shipping purposes.

Redesigns, recolors, tracing, etc. without my permission.

Any type of com-proshipping content; this includes Wallycest.

Any kind of AI content. Please respect these boundaries, if not you will be blocked and blacklisted.

4. ﹕ Tagging Guide

#disco wheels au — general tag for the AU! #lore — general lore/ important posts. #ask — all answered asks made to the blog! #golden disco years — all posts related to the roller rink. #watcher mansion — all posts related to Watcher Wally's Mansion and other interactions with other AUs in it.

5. ﹕ Important Links

Spotify playlist

fanart folder!

... it's best to not live in the past, isn't it?

are you willing to hear the truth…?

#partycoffin #disco wheels au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home fanart #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy patridge #barnaby b beagle

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gimmethatagustd · 26 days

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collard greens | kth

Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn't the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x trans man!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: A classic Jai weed fic, friends to lovers, summer camp au, smut, fluff

○ 13 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camp Counselor)

○ Word Count: 3,670

○ Warnings: Some body/gender dysphoria, reference to top surgery, reference to hormone therapy, marijuana, oral sex, (self) hand job, Jai didn't proofread this jhsdkjfsk sorry friends

○ Notes: Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility, created to celebrate trans and nonbinary people worldwide. Particularly on Tumblr and with reader-insert BTS fanfic, there is little representation of trans and nonbinary characters. Readers are often written as AFAB and use she/her pronouns and traditionally feminine terms to describe their genitalia (even when listed as gender-neutral readers). I wanted to share a story that explicitly focuses on a trans reader. I welcome everyone to read this story, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."

○ Disclaimer: The trans community is diverse, and this fic doesn't represent all trans and nonbinary people's experiences. If you'd like to learn more about how to be an ally for trans and nonbinary people, check out this article from the Human Rights Campaign.

○ Post Date: March 31, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? A weed playlist

“Did you know that smoking weed makes your sperm count decrease?”

You scrunch your nose at Taehyung’s vulgar question, but he doesn’t notice. He’s nearly cross-eyed as he licks along the edge of the blunt he just rolled with expert fingers.

“Not me,” you challenge. “Maybe you.”

Taehyung stares at you for a moment. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he sticks the blunt between his lips and speaks around it.

“Shit, yeah.”

The summer air, thick with humidity, doesn’t help when your face heats up from Taehyung’s mistake. It’s funny how seemingly inconsequential moments—like Taehyung forgetting that you don’t have the same parts as him—can bring you such euphoria. Taehyung has always been good at that, though. He’s never treated you differently, singled you out, or made you feel like you aren’t enough or are too much.

You’re just two dudes perched on a mossy rock in the middle of the woods, smoking a blunt while the camp kids you’re supposed to be taking care of are asleep in their cabins.

Simple as that.

Taehyung pauses to light the end of the blunt and inhales deeply, drawing smoke through his pink lips and exhaling it slowly. The thick cloud doesn’t have a chance to disappear into the night sky before Taehyung breathes it back in through his nose.

Rolling your eyes at Taehyung’s unnecessary display of stoner prowess, you take the blunt from his pinched grip and curl your lips around the tip.

“Are you trying to say weed is, like, male birth control?” you ask, smoke coming out of your mouth in disjointed puffs and streams between your teeth while you talk.

“It basically is.”

“That feels very unreliable.”

Your fingers brush against each other every time you pass the blunt between you. The contact makes your arm tingle, and the feeling wiggles down the right side of your body the more times you reach for the blunt.

“I mean, I smoke, like, every day, and I haven’t knocked anyone up yet,” Taehyung admits with a shrug.

You nearly choke.

“You’re fucking people raw, Tae?”

“Shhh!” Taehyung giggles with his index finger to your lips. You grab his wrist and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he pinches your top and bottom lips together to keep you quiet. It’s useless; his giggles are louder than you are.

“Listen,” Taehyung grins as he brings the blunt to his lips. Yours are still pinched together with his other hand. “I got tested before camp started, and I got no babies.”

“That’s not–”

“I know the test is for STIs, not babies, obviously!” Taehyung squawks, shoving you hard on the shoulder when you finally free yourself from him with a giggle, almost sending you flying off the rock. “I’m just saying I got neither.”

“Alright, alright! I believe you. No STIs, no babies.”

“Exactly.” Taehyung winks at you as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.

Since you’re sitting next to each other, it’s impossible to escape the shy embarrassment Taehyung triggers in you. He has no business looking as good as he does when he smokes. It’s his lips and eyes, you think, watching him take another hit. The perfect pink bow of his upper lip and the plushness of his bottom lip make his mouth look pretty when the smoke swirls out of it.

When he looks at you through the smoke that surrounds you, his eyes are dark and lidded, a heavy gaze that weighs on you as you bring the blunt to your lips.

“Do you want me to roll another one?” Taehyung asks, his voice rough and thick, after a few more passes of the blunt between you.

It doesn’t feel like you’ve been outside for a long time, but a quick glance at your phone tells you it’s way past time to return to your cabin.

“We should head back, unfortunately,” you say with a sigh, “Waking up in the morning is going to fucking suck.”

“There’s probably just this last hit left.”

You wave away Taehyung’s offer of the blunt now smoked down to a pinched nub.

“I started it, so you have to end it,” Taehyung insists.

“Fine, come here.”

You’ve shotgunned weed with someone before. Although people may call it a shotgun kiss, it isn’t a real kiss. The person who inhales the smoke is supposed to blow the smoke into the other person’s mouth. Sure, that requires getting close to the other person, but it doesn’t require mouth-to-mouth contact. Everyone knows this, especially someone who smokes as much as Taehyung does.

So why does Taehyung lean in too close to press his lips against yours when you blow the smoke into his mouth?

It’s quiet outside, just the chatter of insects and other forest dwellers breaking the still summer night, so you easily hear the breathy way Taehyung inhales the smoke you’ve passed to him. It’s a soft, gentle sound that makes your entire body tingle, starting where his plush lips connect with yours.

Have you wondered if Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look? Of course, you have; who hasn’t? Taehyung is easily one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met, but he has always been just a camp friend.

You’ve known Taehyung for years, spending half of every summer together at this camp since you were kids, eventually becoming counselors once you aged out of the program. Despite living in different cities and attending different universities, you’ve maintained an unlikely friendship through camp.

However, now you’re wondering if you’ve been reading your relationship all wrong.

Taehyung pulls away and turns his head to the side to exhale the smoke before cupping the back of your head and leaning in again. He’s pretty like this, with his eyes closed and expression relaxed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and for some reason, it feels like the hottest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse when you respond, scratchy from the smoke making your throat raw and your mouth dry. You made the rookie mistake of not bringing anything to drink.

When Taehyung slips his tongue in your mouth, you can taste the smokiness of the blunt. He cups your face with both hands and deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly and causing your noses to brush against each other. Making out while high comes with an indescribable pleasure, something airy and electrifying that washes over your entire body in waves. It isn’t like normal arousal that you feel throbbing from your core and spread throughout your body. Kissing Taehyung while high makes your entire body tremble.

You twist your fingers into the sides of his baggy t-shirt to have something to hold onto as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a low groan from you. The old camp shirt is faded and soft from years of going through the wash. You’ve got an identical one in your dresser at the cabin.

“We have to go back,” you insist weakly once Taehyung releases your lip from between his teeth.

“I forgot.”

“Of course you did.”

Your laugh is full of anxiety as you look away from Taehyung’s heavy gaze. His eyes are blazing red. You wonder if he kissed you because he’s high and if he’s going to wake up in the morning and pretend it didn’t happen. Is that better than the alternative outcome where Taehyung is weirded out because, well, you’re you?

“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but he wears a grin as he digs the toe of his hiking boot into the ground, twisting it to make sure the blunt is put out.

“First one to the cabin gets to shower first,” he declares.

“Taehyung!” you hiss, but he’s already crashing through the forest brush with flailing arms.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to get in sync with your body, still foggy from weed and Taehyung’s kisses. You scramble to get up, having to adjust your pants with a tug to your crotch as you jog after him. Bottom growth is affirming, but it’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. You can’t imagine how cis men deal with all that.

Taking off in what you hope is the direction of the camp, you quickly realize there’s no way you’ll make it to the cabin before Taehyung. The forest floor is uneven, and you’re an idiot and didn’t wear your hiking boots. Your smooth-soled Converse slide against mossy rocks and get caught on raised tree roots, nearly sending you flying as you try to catch up with Taehyung.

When you finally reach the cabin, you’re wheezing, and your entire body is sticky with sweat. Taehyung is already in your bedroom, whistling as he rifles through the dresser like he’s having a grand time despite his hair looking like a rat’s nest and having welts on his legs from running through bushes in shorts.

“Took you long enough,” he grins as you stomp through the front door and head straight to the bedroom.

The cabin is small, with a living room big enough for a couch and a coffee table, a small kitchenette off to the side, and a door to the bedroom you’re sharing with Taehyung. You each have a twin-sized bed that sits across from the other in the small room, and you share a large dresser placed in between your beds against the back wall. On the opposite side of the room is the door to the bathroom. Everything is a tight fit, but you don’t mind. The two of you are hardly ever in the cabin anyway. Being a counselor requires long hours full of activities, meaning you’re only in your cabin to sleep unless you have an off day.

“I’m gonna go enjoy a nice, warm shower now.” Taehyung rubs his victory in your face, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and his eyes glittering like fire embers in the cabin’s pale yellow lighting.

“Dude, fuck off,” you give him your middle finger as he shuts the bathroom door with a cackle.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish showering. You trade places silently, your red eyes avoiding Taehyung’s because the time you had alone made you paranoid about what happened in the woods.

The paranoia only gets worse while you’re in the shower. There’s no need to scrub yourself with your washcloth so aggressively, but you feel like your entire body is crawling. It isn’t the discomfort you once felt when you looked at your naked body. It’s been a while since you felt discomfort when touching your chest or washing between your legs. No, this feeling you’re experiencing now is something different. Rather than feeling the urge to hide, you want to be seen. You want to be seen by Taehyung, and you don’t know what to do with that desire.

Showering doesn’t calm the need pulsing through your body. You feel a little less high, but you’re still buzzing with electricity, still incredibly sensitive as you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. With your brain still floating in the clouds, you almost think you’re hallucinating the slow opening of the bathroom door. Quickly, you wrap your towel around your hips and stare at Taehyung, whose head pokes through the door crack.

“Hellooo,” Taehyung drags out the word, low and slow, as his eyes sweep over your body.

He’s blatantly checking you out, and you feel your cheeks heat up from arousal or shame; you’re not sure which. You may not experience dysphoria anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re running around shirtless, sporting scars where most guys’ pecs end. It was never “okay” to be shirtless with the chest you had before; it’s taking a while to feel “okay” doing it now.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that Taehyung has never cared. He watched you blossom for over a decade as you shaped yourself into your most authentic form, and he kept up with every change, no matter how different things were from the summer before.

“Do you need something or…?”

Blinking, Taehyung’s face turns pink, and he shakes his head.

“No. Well, I mean, sort of?”

Taehyung laughs at himself, and you can’t help but laugh, too, because who can hear Taehyung laugh and not want to experience that same joy, even if it’s twinged with nervousness?

“What do you sort of need?” you finally ask with a grin, that shared joy warming your chest.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re already halfway there.”

With a cheeky grin, Taehyung slips into the bathroom and closes the door so you’ll stay warm. He’s wearing loose boxers and a tank shirt because the cabin’s lack of central air conditioning makes it hot at night. He’s cute like this, soft and domestic.

“Did you like it?” Taehyung keeps his hand on the doorknob as though preparing to leave, but his voice is steady when he asks the question.

“Like what?”

You know what. Taehyung knows you know what.

He clarifies anyway.

“When I kissed you, did you like it?” Taehyung switches between focusing on your eyes and your mouth. “Because… I want to do it again.”

It only takes a slight nod for Taehyung to crowd you against the bathroom counter. The kiss feels confident this time, no longer an accident or hesitant test ride. Taehyung holds your jaw to tilt your head up and kisses you hard enough to leave you breathless. You noisily inhale whenever he lets you.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Taehyung explains against your lips while you moan against his.

“For what?”

“You to finish showering.” Taehyung’s free hand runs down your side to squeeze your hip, part of his hand slipping under your towel. “Is this okay?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you let him unwrap your towel and drop it on the slippery tile floor. Maybe it’s the weed making you feel reckless, letting this boy see you in a way you haven’t let a boy see you since you started your transition. Maybe it’s just because it’s Taehyung.

“You, too,” you groan when you feel Taehyung’s clothed cock press against your thigh.

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching over his shoulder to pull his shirt over his head by grabbing the back. Once he’s shirtless, his mouth finds your jaw, kissing across to the sensitive spot just below your ear while you tug down his boxers so he can kick them off.

Beneath the arousal building inside of you are nerves you can’t seem to shake. They’re making it difficult to concentrate on how fantastic it feels to have Taehyung’s soft lips kissing and sucking your neck. All you can think about is how you’re afraid that Taehyung will freak out, that he keeps forgetting, and how it feels nice when he forgets when you’re talking about guy stuff, but it’ll feel devastating when he realizes he has forgotten now.

Slowly, Taehyung’s fingertips skirt your torso, creeping down your side to swipe over your waist and trail along the crease where your hip meets your thigh. You hold your breath as he ventures further, eventually shooting your hands out to squeeze his biceps when his fingers dip into your hole to gather your arousal and drag it upward.

“Can I suck your cock?” Taehyung breathes, hot and ragged, against the curve of your ear.

Jolting back, you stare at him with wide eyes and feel your heart flutter painfully in your chest because you still haven’t started breathing again.

“W-What, what did you say?” you stammer, holding Taehyung’s red, lusty gaze.

“Can I suck your cock? I want to suck you off.”

Taehyung says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He slid his fingers through your arousal and didn’t refer to it as your pussy or clit, as if he already knew those words would make you feel disgusting.

“You, how did you know… why did you call it that?”

Scrunching his eyebrows and frowning slightly, Taehyung pulls his hand from in between your legs.

“Uhh… you always call it your dick when we’re talking about stuff with the guys?” There’s a panicked edge to Taehyung’s voice, each sentence coming out like a hesitant question. “But, uh, I feel like most of society agrees that dick isn’t really sexy, so… I thought cock would sound better…”

When you don’t respond, Taehyung’s face shifts from pale with panic to bright red with embarrassment.

“Shit, should I not have said that? Should I have asked first? I’m sorry I—”

You kiss away Taehyung’s embarrassed babbling, your fingers dug into his hair, and your body pressed flush against his. His hands curve around to hold your lower back and pull you closer as if it’s even possible. You want him to try, to mold you into him.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

When Taehyung smiles, his teeth press against your bottom lip.

“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You bite your bottom lip and squeeze the edge of the counter on either side of your waist as you watch Taehyung get on his knees. The bath mat protects his knees from the hard tile when he kneels in front of you.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says softly as he rubs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs with slight pressure to push them apart a little bit more, “Pretty boy.”

It’s hot watching Taehyung lick the tip of your cock, the hormones you’ve been on making it stick out beyond your folds. Taehyung is gentle when he presses your lower abdomen with his palm and uses his fingers to pull your lips back slightly to expose more of you. He gets you nice and wet before he wraps his lips around your cock, suckling it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing Taehyung’s head with one hand so you can run your fingers through his bangs and push them away from his face to see his eyes better.

Taehyung hums in response to your moans, and you feel the vibration rumble through your groin. He’s skillful as he licks and swirls your cock with his tongue and keeps a tight suction around it with his lips and hollowed cheeks.

For a moment, you tip your head back and try to regulate your breathing because how is Taehyung about to make you cum already, just from his mouth? Sure, your body has been more sensitive since you started your hormone therapy, but fuck.

To make matters worse, when you look back down, you notice that Taehyung’s free hand is wrapped around his cock. He pumps his cock at the same rhythm as he begins to bob his head as if he’s sucking even more of you than there really is. You can say, without a doubt, that no one has ever tried to affirm you and make you feel as complete during sex as Taehyung is.

“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung,” you adjust your grip on Taehyung’s hair and start guiding his movements, pulling him up and down by his hair, “Just like that, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You aren’t pulling his hair hard; you’re really only following the pace he’s already established, but it feels good. It must feel good for Taehyung, too, because he whimpers and jerks off faster. His body trembles just like yours does, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to be panting and frantic.

“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”

You squeeze Taehyung’s hair and the edge of the counter as you buck your hips, coming right as Taehyung adjusts his angle to lap at the gush of arousal at your hole, painting his mouth and chin.

“God, you’re so hot, you have no fucking idea,” Taehyung groans into the inside of your thigh, where he nuzzles his face.

His breath is hot and wet as he pants, trembling for a few seconds longer before he finally cums, too. Some of it leaks between his fingers and lands on the inside of your leg, but you don’t care; you just caress his hair from his face while he breathes slowly to calm himself down.

With trembling legs, you twist around to collapse onto the closed lid of the toilet, unable to stand any longer. Your head feels spacey and throbs, likely because you’d been holding your breath too much. It’s okay, though. It makes your body feel all warm and jiggly.

“We have to shower again,” Taehyung says quietly.

He looks just as fucked out as you feel, his eyes wide and staring out into the void as he continues trying to relax his shuddery breath. You can’t help but laugh, throwing your head back and letting it out, like whatever other pent-up energy you had left over after you came needs to escape somehow.

“Yeah, we do,” you wheeze even harder once Taehyung’s face cracks into a boxy smile, and he starts laughing, too.

“I got cum all over the floor,” Taehyung cackles, falling back on his bare ass and holding up his cum-covered hand.

You wipe the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and shake your head. “That is something I don’t envy.”

“It’s so fucking inconvenient!”

Taehyung grins up at you with crinkled eyes, and you don’t know why you were so nervous before. He’s so perfect it makes your heart hurt.

“Next time, I’ll be the one to swallow,” you promise slyly, pleased when Taehyung lets out a weak moan in response.

“Bro, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung throws his head back and whines at the ceiling. "I’m gonna fall in love with you if you’re not careful.”

Grinning, you shrug. Tonight has been pretty reckless; there’s no use in being careful now.

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A New Friend

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You made a new friend, and you were so excited about it! But for some reason, your boyfriends don't approve of her (other than the four Harbingers), you beg for your boyfriends to give her a chance, but that ends up being your biggest mistake.

Note: So, this fanfic does have triggering content, and I highly recommend skipping out on this fanfic if angst isn't typically your cup of tea or if it triggers some bad memories for you. I apologize in advance if I end up using your name; I tried looking up German names and Emma happened to have popped up and I stuck with the name Emma for this fanfic (if your name is Emma, definitely change the new friend's name out with something else 🥲). To be honest, I (myself as the author of this fanfic) don't really consider this fanfic to be much of an angsty story, but there is triggering content. Definitely skip it out if any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Reader's new friend is a pick-me girl, nonconsensual touching, forced groping, physical assault, mentions of a breakup, blood, broken legs, injuries, violence in general.

Word Count: 10.6k

“Guys, guys, guys!” You burst into the abode, barreling towards your boyfriends, who were sitting on the couch in the living area while conversing with one another. Their conversation came to a halt when you flung yourself into Gorou’s arms with a big smile on your face. Dainsleif and Baizhu had to quickly steady both you and Gorou, or else the two of you would’ve toppled over to the floor.

“Oh, you’re in a good mood!” Dainsleif commented, reaching down to pinch your cheeks with a small smile on his face.

Baizhu smiles down at you while ruffling your hair playfully, “What’s got you in a good mood, huh?”

“I made a friend today….” You said softly against Gorou’s chest before burying your face into Gorou’s chest while giggling softly, tightening your grasp around Gorou’s waist.

“Can you repeat that for the others, sweetheart? I don’t think the others heard what you said.” Gorou smiles, tilting your face up to meet his gaze before cupping your face with both of his hands.

Childe frowns, “Why are you so cuddly with Gorou over there when you can be cuddly with me instead!” He crosses his arms over his chest with a sharp exhale, tapping his biceps with his index finger.

“Oh, relax, Childe! You tall men get [Y/N]’s attention all the time! It’s time for us short men to get [Y/N]’s love and attention as well!” Venti says, walking over to where you and Gorou stood. You released Gorou before clinging to Venti with a smile on your face.

Diluc clears his throat, “Care to repeat what you said to Gorou? Your voice was muffled against his chest when you answered Baizhu’s question.” Diluc says, looking at you curiously. You blinked at Diluc before pulling away from Venti, who pouted when you slowly let go of him. If only you continued to hold onto him for a little bit longer!

“I made a friend!” You said, bouncing on the balls of your feet, a big smile appearing on your face.

Xiao looks at you, baffled, “You made a friend?” He asks, gazing at you with wide eyes.

“Why is it hard to believe?!” You whined softly, walking over to Xiao before latching yourself to his side with a dramatic frown on your face. “Am I unlikeable or something?!” You ask, looking over at your boyfriends with puppy dog eyes.

“No, no, dearest! You’re a delightful person!” Zhongli says, patting the top of your head while sipping on his tea. “I believe that Xiao is surprised because you don’t seem to be the type to seek out friendships from strangers. You would rather have people approach you than you approach them.” Zhongli added, leaning over to place his teacup on the wooden table in the living room.

“What’s the name of your new friend?” Kaeya asks, uncrossing his legs before leaning forward in his seat, gazing at your curiously.

You replied, “Her name is Emma! I met her while I was in Mondstadt, and she seems like a really sweet person!”

“Oh? You made a female friend?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock.

You frowned, “Hey! Why did you seem so shocked when I said her name? Do you want me to have male friends instead?” You crossed your arms before looking away from Thoma with a sigh.

“I would much rather have you be friends with women than men because what if your male friends end up developing feelings for you and try to steal you away from us?” Ayato asks, leaning in his seat next to Thoma.

“But have you thought about how women can also fall for [Y/N] too?” Aether asks, leaning on the cushion on his lap while brushing the ends of his blond braid.

Heizou hums to himself while stroking his chin, “You know, I have seen some women ogle [Y/N] while we were in Inazuma the other day! But who can blame them?”

You felt your face turn hot at Heizou’s comment. There are women who ogle you? Since when did that ever happen? Then again, you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings as much, and you can be pretty oblivious at times. Especially when people are trying to flirt with you; unless those people are your boyfriends, then they’ll make it known that they’re flirting with you. Even the shyest and the quietest men in the harem make it evident that they are trying to flirt with you.

“Great, first we have to fight the men that aren’t involved with [Y/N], and now it’s the women that we have to fight with?” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“Hey! As long as it’s not Kujou Tengu that’s flirting with [Y/N], then I’m good. If I see her getting a little bit too close and personal with my onikabuto booboo bear, then I will not hesitate to fight her!” Itto exclaims, clenching his fist in front of him dramatically.

“I see where you’re coming from, Itto,” Kazuha says, twirling a pen in his hands before placing his small notepad on the table beside him.

“Did this Emma girl approach you first, or did you approach her first?” Albedo asks, looking at you curiously.

“Oh! She approached me first, saying something about how she liked my aura?” You said with a questioning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion while tilting your head to the side. You have no idea what Emma meant by that, but it sounded like a good thing to you! Right?

Ayato lets out a breathy laugh, “Well, this Emma girl sounds like an interesting person.” He crosses his right leg over his left leg before taking a sip of his milk tea.

“I have no idea what Emma meant when she mentioned your aura.” Aether grumbles, scratching the back of his head with his eyes narrowed.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Neither do I, but I went along with it anyway.” You said, walking over to the love seat before plopping down on it. “But either way, I made a new friend, and I’m pretty happy about it!” You chirped, resting your head on the floral cushion.

“When are we going to be meeting this new friend of yours?” Dainsleif asks, moving your legs from the couch before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into the nook of his neck.

“Mmmm, I don’t really know!” You said, resting your head on his shoulders before looking over at your other boyfriends, who are now demanding for you to get into their arms and give them some affection as well. “As much as I’m happy about having a new friend, something feels a bit off.” You said, tapping on your chin.

Diluc gives you a questioning look, “Oh? You seemed so excited about making a new friend. Why are you suddenly doubting your newly formed friendship with Emma?” Diluc asks.

“It’s not that I’m doubting my newly formed friendship with Emma, ‘Luc.” You shake your head. “What I find odd is that she knew about my relationships, and I didn’t even mention any of you to her at all.” You said. When Emma had first approached you, she was pretty chipper and friendly to you. When she brought up your relationship with your boyfriends, you were a bit weirded out because how could she know about your relationships before even knowing other information about you? It was a little bit unsettling, but you brushed it off to the side as if it was nothing and continued to talk to her as if that didn’t happen at all.

“I mean, Emma did say something about liking your aura. She’s probably an astrologist like Mona.” Aether commented, shrugging his shoulders.

“But Emma didn’t have a vision, nor does she talk like she knew anything about astrology. She only mentioned my aura and then my relationships.” You reply.

Childe makes a noise, “Do astrologers need a vision to have the title or job as an astrologist? Quite frankly, I think astrology is nothing but a load of boar shit.” Childe snorts, the corners of his lips quirking up. Aether reaches over to Childe and whacks him upside of his head, causing the ginger-haired male to scowl and glare over at the blond.

“Maybe you need to get to know her more. After all, the two of you just started becoming friends. You two still don’t know much about each other.” Baizhu says, giving your shoulders a comforting pat and squeeze.

“Uh, I think Emma knows more about [Y/N] than what [Y/N] knows about Emma.” Venti pipes up.

You shook your head, “You know what? I should just be happy that I made a new friend! Plus, I want to get to know her more before I can introduce my new friend to my boyfriends!” You smile widely when you feel Dainsleif rub your head affectionately, causing you to snuggle up against him even more.

The next few days went by fast, and you were out of the abode more often to hang out with your new friend, Emma. Every time you would come back to the estate, you would talk about how great Emma was and how she was a lovely person! That gave the men hope that you’ll have a lifelong friend while residing in Teyvat, someone that would keep you company while they were out doing their duties in Liyue, Mondstadt, and Inazuma. Sometimes while you’re out with Emma, the men would set a meet-up location after your hang out with Emma. One day, while walking to the site where you and your boyfriends have planned to meet up after your little hang-out with Emma, Emma appeared out of nowhere.

“Oh! So these are your boyfriends!” Emma says, walking around the men in a big circle while inspecting them from head to toe. “Well, [Y/N]! You have quite the diverse taste in men, might I say.” Emma chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.

“Who might you be?” Xiao asks, raising his eyebrows at the brunette.

“Well, Xiao, my name’s Emma! I’m [Y/N]’s best friend!” Emma says, throwing her arms around your shoulders with a big smile on her face.

“Uh, how do you know his name?” Itto asks, looking at Emma with wide eyes. Emma shrugs her shoulders innocently before pulling away from the hug.

Emma brushes her hair off her shoulders, “I know every single one of your names. [Y/N] talks about all of you with every chance they get.” She playfully rolls her eyes before smacking your biceps. You jumped at the sudden contact and looked over at Emma with wide eyes, then back at your boyfriends, who seemed to be just as surprised as you were.

“My, my, [Y/N]. I didn’t think we’d be meeting your new friend so soon.” Kaeya says, looking at Emma owlishly before glancing over at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. Oh no, it seems like Kaeya doesn’t really approve of Emma. And by the looks on the other men’s faces, it seems like they didn’t really approve of her either, even though they were happy that you made a new friend. You laughed nervously before grabbing onto Emma’s wrist, pulling her over to where you stood.

“Emma, I didn’t know that you were following me to where I was going.” You said.

Emma shrugs her shoulders, “I was curious as to where you would disappear off to after our little hang out! Now I know where you run off to.” She chuckles to herself while shaking her head. The sound of her chuckle almost sounded bitter and condescending. “Oh, [Y/N], you little slut.” She laughs softly.

You looked at her in confusion, slowly glancing over at your boyfriends. “Uh….” You let out an awkward laugh, unsure of how to react to her comment.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Emma snorts, elbowing you in the gut with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, if you want to date more than one man, then it’s all up to you! Not everyone is adventurous like yourself!” She says, looking over at you with a closed-eye smile.

Thoma crossed his arms over his stomach, “Listen, Emma, even though you’re [Y/N]’s friend, that doesn’t give you the green pass to call them names and make unnecessary comments.”

Emma rolls her eyes dramatically with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, come on! It was just a lighthearted joke made by a friend! It’s not like I’m some stranger with bad intentions!”

Heizou leans over to Aether before whispering into his ears, “I have doubts about that.”

“Right, [Y/N]?” Emma turns to you.

You blinked at Emma blankly, “Right about what?” You ask.

Emma rolls her eyes before turning to look at your boyfriends with a sweet smile, “[Y/N] and I have been friends for less than a month! We still need to get to know each other more, that’s all! I’m sure once [Y/N] and I are used to each other’s personalities and humor, we’ll be even closer with one another!” She loops her arm around yours.

“I mean, Emma’s not wrong. When you make new friends, you have to adjust to new things about that person, and they’ll have to get used to new things about you.” You said, scratching your neck. “I think.” You muttered under your breath.

“See! [Y/N] gets it! Plus, none of you have ever had a female friend before. We always joke with each other like this when we’re with our friends!” Emma chirps, bouncing on her feet happily. Seeing the way how Emma interacted with your boyfriends and how they interacted with Emma made you feel strange. It wasn’t like you were jealous; something just felt weird to you. You can kind of sense that some of your boyfriends did not like Emma while others were reluctant about Emma but have decided not to make a comment about it. Even though the first impression between Emma and your boyfriends started off rocky, you really hoped that they’d get along with each other, especially when you’ll be hanging around with Emma more often.

That night, you cling to one of your boyfriends (Baizhu) while begging the others to try to get along with Emma and to give her a chance. How are you going to be able to hang out with your new friend if your boyfriend didn’t like her and if she didn’t like the fact that you were dating more than one man?

“Please try to get along with Emma! She’s my first non-vision-wielding friend in Teyvat!” You said, clinging tightly onto Baizhu.

“Why should we get along with someone like Emma? She called you a slut just for dating more than one person.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, helping Thoma put the washed and dried dishes away. You opened your mouth to retort, but you ended up closing your mouth while continuing to hold onto Baizhu. Scaramouche wasn’t wrong about that. Why did Emma call you a slut so quickly without a second thought? Even though having multiple boyfriends isn’t as common, it still shouldn’t be one of the reasons for her to get physical with you. She did elbow you in the gut “lightheartedly,” but it was like she did it on purpose without a reasonable explanation.

Gorou lets out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know [Y/N]. I have a bad feeling about Emma.” He scratches his ears anxiously.

“Yeah, she seems to be the envious type of person. You wouldn’t want to have haters in your life pretending to be your friend.” Itto says, throwing his arms around your shoulders after getting you to unlatch yourself from Baizhu.

“But….” You trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

“How about this, we’ll be nice to Emma, but we don’t want you to be around her too much. She doesn’t seem to be the best influence.” Kazhua says, stroking your hair with a small smile on his face.

“But how would you guys know that she doesn’t seem to be the best influence when you guys met her only once?” You ask, looking at Kazuha quizzically.

Albedo sighs, “Trust us. You wouldn’t want to be around someone like her. Even though we don’t know much about her, the things she has said to you and how she treated you so far says a lot already.”

“Oh? The little one made a new friend?” Pierro asks, strolling into the kitchen with the other harbingers following after him. “And it seems like you all don’t like [Y/N]’s little friend, mora for your thoughts?” Pierro crossed his arms over his chest while standing in front of you and the seventeen men.

Dottore chuckles to himself while shaking his head, “Oh, Pierro. Isn’t it obvious already? These childish men are just worried that [Y/N]’s little friend will snatch [Y/N] away from them.”

Pantalone lets out an amused huff of breath, “How childish of you seventeen to forbade [Y/N] from having a new friend just because it means that [Y/N] will be spending time away from the abode.” Pantalone adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a small smile. Pantalone turns to you, “Kitten, you can continue being friends with this Emma girl. After all, you are an adult and can make your own decisions. Don’t let these selfish men forbid you from making new friends.” He coos while stroking your hair with a smile on his face.

Capitano nods his head, “Yes, hang out with whoever you want to.”

You sighed, “I’m only asking for them to try to be nice to Emma. I know the way she acted was off, and so were the things that she said, but I just want my new friend and boyfriends to get along with each other.” You said softly.

The men ended up giving in because of how sad you looked and because they couldn’t resist saying no to you, especially when it came to making a new friend and wanting them to get along with that new friend of yours. As much as they don’t like Emma, they continued to let you go out and meet up with Emma, with a few exceptions. The more you hung out with Emma while the men watched from afar, the more you and Emma became close. The both of you were attached at the hip, pretty much.

“Hey, Xiao and Dainsleif are pretty cute,” Emma says to you one day, finishing up her ice cream before tossing the little cup into the trash bin.

“Yeah! They are! They’re also very sweet despite their tough exterior. I would say the same about almost half of the other guys too.” You said, wiping your lips with the paper napkin before tossing them into the trash can. You started to notice that Emma was a bit too…. Flirty when your boyfriends are around you two while hanging out. Emma would bat her eyelashes at them, be giggly while twirling her brown hair around her index finger, and would stand a little bit too close to your boyfriends.

“Xiao, Xiao, Xiao!” Emma says, running up to the Yaksha with a shy smile on her face. Xiao looks over at Emma with a blank look on his face before looking away from the brunette. Emma pouts when she sees Xiao’s uninterested expression. “Have you noticed how short I am compared to you?” She asks cutely, tilting her head to the side while swaying in her spot.

“I didn’t even notice because, quite frankly, I don’t care,” Xiao says bluntly.

Emma leans on him, her head resting on his shoulders, “Oh, Xiao! Don’t be mean to a cute, short girl like me! I’m only 4’10,” and you’re so much taller than me!” She says, grabbing onto Xiao’s biceps with both of her hands while pressing herself up against him. With a disgusted scoff, Xiao disappears into a puff of smoke, causing the girl to gasp and stumble onto Dainsleif’s lap.

“Oh! Dainsleif! Thank you for catching a cute, short girl like myself! I could’ve gotten badly injured if you hadn’t caught me in your arms!” She snakes her arms around his shoulders with a coquettish smile on her face. “How shall I repay you for catching someone as cute and small as myself?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at the blond man in front of her.

Dainsleif sighs, pushing the brunette off of his lap before getting up from his seat, “There’s no need for repaying. Although I would much appreciate it if you didn’t stay on my lap for a long time, I have a lover, after all.”

Emma pouts dramatically before storming off. You looked towards the direction of where Emma had stormed off before looking back at your boyfriends, who were looking at you with an unamused look on their faces. They did not look too pleased, especially Xiao and Dainsleif, the two of them had their arms over their chests.

“You’re okay with someone else touching your boyfriends while flirting with your boyfriends so shamelessly?” Diluc asks, tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows raised.

“I’m not! It’s just that… I don’t want to make her upset.” You said, fumbling with your hands while looking at the ground.

Childe scoffs loudly before walking over to where you stood. He towers over you and grabs you by your shoulders before shaking you while saying, “Why are you worried about her getting upset? You’re the one that should be getting upset because a stranger is flirting and touching your boyfriends while fully aware that they’re dating you!”

“I know you try not to let your jealousy show, but how would you feel if we flirted with Emma and treated her like a significant other?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You frowned and looked away from Kaeya and the others. Obviously, you wouldn’t like it if your boyfriends flirted with Emma or treated her like she’s their girlfriend while dating you. Why are you letting Emma do all of these things to your boyfriends? It was evident that she makes them feel uncomfortable, so why are you allowing someone to make your boyfriends feel uncomfortable?

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to her about it when I see her again.” You sighed. “Well, if I see her again.” You added.

You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of guilt weighing on your shoulders. Emma made them feel uncomfortable, and yet you didn’t step in to say anything. As much as you wanted to do that, something was telling you not to do it because you feared the repercussions. But why should you be afraid of someone like Emma? She’s still a stranger to you and your boyfriends; it shouldn’t be that hard to cut someone, like Emma, out of your life. A few days later, when you told Emma about the situation and how you didn’t like how she got so close with your boyfriends and flirted with them, Emma got frustrated and lashed out at you.

“I wasn’t flirting with them! I was being nice to them!” Emma exclaims, throwing her hands in the air out of frustration. “Why do you care anyway?! You don’t like it when your boyfriends talk to someone that isn’t you or within your dating circle!?” Emma demands, glaring down at you.

“No, Emma, I don’t like it at all! Of course, I’m going to care! You’re shamelessly getting touchy and flirty with my boyfriends in front of my eyes! They’re my boyfriends, and if I see you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirting with them or touching them in any way, I will not hesitate to snap both of your arms.” You said, gritting your teeth.

“That’s not going to stop me at all.” Emma hissed, smirking down at you before walking off.

You clenched your jaws before storming back to the abode. You stood in front of the mansion entrance and let out a slow exhale. Maybe it’s safe to say that your friendship with Emma had ended and that you wouldn’t have to deal with someone like Emma ever again. You walked into the abode and greeted your boyfriends with a weak smile. Thoma held his arms out wide open, and you headed straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. Thoma hugs you tightly and rubs your back while pressing a kiss on your head.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Emma, but I can sense that you needed a hug.” Thoma whispers, resting his cheek on your head.

“Well, your senses are correct, Thoma.” You hummed, burying your face into Thoma’s chest.

The strange thing was that Emma ended up apologizing to you about it not long after while you were in Mondstadt buying groceries. While you sort of appreciated that she had apologized, you knew that she wasn’t actually apologetic about her actions. And you were correct because she ended up doing the exact same thing to your other boyfriends.

She intentionally spilled her scorching hot tea on her chest, Zhongli got up to hand her a napkin, but she grabbed Zhongli’s hand and forced him to touch her breasts. Zhongli immediately yanked his hands from her grasp before shooting a sharp glare in her direction before leaving without saying a word. Ayato shakes his head in disapproval before getting up to follow after Zhongli.

Emma pulled on Itto’s horns and Gorou’s tail to see if they were real while making inappropriate comments about them, causing Itto and Gorou to almost lash out at the brunette. Itto is typically a calm guy, but seeing how Emma has upset many of the other men, he was about to throw Ushi at Emma. Not only did Emma flirt and touch your boyfriends, but she also broke some of their things. She broke Venti’s lyre, and it greatly upset the anemo archon, causing him to storm out of the abode while Zhongli, Dainsleif, Xiao, and Diluc had to follow after him to make sure he was okay.

Emma got into Albedo’s lab and destroyed many of Albedo’s experiments and glass vials that contained his latest experiment. Emma’s excuse was that she was “just a cute girl who was curious about the questionable substances in the lab.” You have never seen Albedo glare at anyone with such hatred before, and it scared you. As usual, Emma did not care at all and continued her merry way to harass your other boyfriends. The only people that Emma had yet to mess with were the four Harbingers, who resided in their own mansion within the abode. The four men did not want to meet Emma, but they did feel delighted when they heard the chaos she was causing among the other men.

Scaramouche ended up pulling you to the side after Emma had left before asking, “Did you not talk to her about what we had talked about the other day?” Scaramouche frowns at you.

“I did! She lashed out at me when I talked to her about it, but then “apologized” to me about lashing out along many other things!” You said, letting out a huff of breath.

“You annoying friend lashed out at you?” Ayato asks, walking towards where you and Scaramouche stood with the others following after him.

Baizhu sighs, “That’s not a good sign at all.” He shakes his head, looking at you worriedly.

“We know that you were excited about having a new friend, but you do realize that the things that she’s doing could potentially end the relationship entirely,” Heizou says.

“I believe that it’s best you don’t hang out with Emma anymore. She has caused nothing but harm towards our relationship with you.” Zhongli says.

“But she’s….” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly nodding your head. Zhongli was right; it’s best that you stopped hanging out with Emma. You gave her a chance, but she decided to fuck it all up. Then again, she did tell you that she didn’t care and that your threat wasn’t going to stop her at all. “You’re right, I will stop contacting her, and I won’t hang out with her anymore.” You nod your head.

Albedo strokes your hair with a sad smile, “We know you were excited about having a new friend, but Emma isn’t the kind of friend that you need in your life.”

“Well, I was excited about having a new friend. But she’s done nothing but cause everyone pain and discomfort.” You said, your shoulders slumping before rubbing your face tiredly. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let Emma into your life so quickly.

“I don’t think anyone deserves a friend like Emma. She will do nothing but try to destroy your relationships with those around you.” Kazuha commented, his eyebrows narrowing while massaging his aching temples.

“I didn’t like how she pulled on my ears and on Itto’s horns. Emma has issues with keeping her hands to herself.” Gorou says, covering his ears with a frown on his face.

“Itto, Gorou, I’m so so so so sorry that I couldn’t get her to stop. I told her that if she did anything like that ever again, I would’ve snapped her arms, but she didn’t care at all.” You said.

Itto gives you a soft smile before pulling you into his arms while ruffling your hair, “It’s not like you can control other people’s actions. You’ve tried your best to tell Emma not to do certain things, but she disregarded your warnings.” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You turn over to where Venti stood before walking over to him, “Venti?” You said softly.

The bard looks up and gives you a small smile, “Yes, Windblume?” You gave Venti a sad smile and slowly reached out to grab his hands. Venti laced his fingers with yours before lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry that Emma broke your lyre. I wish I could’ve stopped her before she could do it.” You let your hands fall from Venti’s grasp.

“It’s fine! It’s not like I’ve never fixed a broken lyre before!” Venti says, pulling you into his arms.

You pulled away from Venti’s hug before looking at him quizzically, “But wasn’t it an illusion to fool Barbara?”

“Oh shit, how’d you know about that?” Venti’s eyes widened. You looked at Venti in shock before bursting out into laughter. You covered your mouth and buried your face into Venti’s shoulders, your body shaking with laughter.

“Did he just….” Aether trails off, looking over at Albedo and Heizou with wide eyes. Albedo and Heizou stifled their laughter and nodded their heads.

Dottore nudges the other Harbingers around him before saying, “Who knew the anemo archon has such a potty mouth on him.” Dottore snorted, shaking his head.

You ended up cutting Emma out of your life after many incidents, and needless to say, she was not happy about it at all. Whenever you’re somewhere in Mondstadt, by yourself, Emma will appear out of nowhere. Instead of greeting you like an average person (when is she ever normal?), Emma would threaten you for cutting her out of your life. Even though you’ve tried to do many things not to run into her while visiting Mondstadt, she somehow knows where you will be.

“Why did you stop hanging out with me, huh? Are you scared that I would steal your little boy toys?” Emma seethes, digging her nails into your biceps while dragging you out of the city of Mondstadt.

“I….” You yank your arms out of her grasp, wincing when you feel her nails slice your skin. “.... Am cutting you out of my life because you’re not a good friend at all! You did nothing but inflict pain on my boyfriends and me! Especially my boyfriends!” You glared at the brunette in front of you before rubbing your arms.

Emma chortles, “Inflicting pain on your boyfriends? Honey, I’m just showing them what they’re missing and what they could have if they were to drop you for me.” She flicks her hair off her shoulders with a smirk on her face.

“I would call you a homewrecker, but you barely wrecked anything.” You chuckled bitterly. “You’re nothing but a try-hard and a pick-me girl.” You shook your head before walking away from where Emma stood. Emma fumes at your comment before running after you. Emma reaches out to grab onto your hair and yanks you backward, causing you to tumble back and fall to the ground.

“You’re going to regret saying these things to me, you fucking whore.” Emma scowls, pulling your head back by your hair before punching you in the face.

This went on for the next few weeks: Emma harassing you, Emma taking her anger out on you because you told her to stay the fuck away from your boyfriends and because you have tried to cut her out of your life. Emma was pretty much your “stalker” now, except she would follow you everywhere you go in Mondstadt, but she wouldn’t dare to step foot in Liyue or Inazuma because of “reasons” she did not want to say. Yes, you could’ve hung out in other regions other than Mondstadt to escape Emma’s wrath, but with Emma constantly threatening you, you couldn’t do it. And you didn’t know how to say no unless many people convinced you to do so. You were terrified of saying no because of the things she had done.

The more you were forced to hang out with Emma, the more you came back to the abode with bruises and cuts on your body. You hid them from your boyfriends by wearing layers of clothing and a light amount of makeup. Heck, you don’t have many skills in makeup, but with the number of cuts and bruises Emma was putting on your face, you had to learn how to cover them up somehow other than wearing a mask.

“I’m done hanging out with you, Emma. I’m done. I just want to go home and rest from all the shit you’ve done to me.” You said, limping away from Emma.

“Awww! But I thought you were going to snap my arms as you said!” Emma mocks, walking up from behind you before kicking you in the back. You stumbled and landed on your left arm, a sharp pain shooting up from your wrist to your elbows.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Emma. Unlike you, I have people waiting for me to return home.” You spat, getting up from the ground before dusting your clothes off. You turn to Emma and spat in her face before walking away. Emma growls and wipes your spit from her face while watching you walk away from where she stood.

What you were hoping to expect when you got home from your little “hang out” with Emma was a bunch of hugs and comfort, but what you got was the complete opposite of that. The minute you opened the door of the mansion and stepped inside, a large bucket of water came crashing down on you, soaking you from head to toe in freezing water, and the bucket also hit your head really hard. You almost blacked out from how hard the bucket had dropped on your head.

“Dear, archons!” Thoma gasps loudly when he sees the large metal bucket dropped on your head with full force, almost knocking you unconscious.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Baizhu rushes up to you and steadies you while you sway in your spot, black dots spotting your vision. You held onto Baizhu tightly and buried your face into his chest, trying to block out the immense pain you were feeling at the moment.

“Man, it seems like Bennett’s luck is rubbing off on me, and I haven’t even met the kid yet.” You think to yourself, biting back your whimpers.

“Alright, who set this bucket up?” Diluc demanded, looking around the estate at each person with a heated glare.

Itto laughs nervously, “I did, but it wasn’t for [Y/N]! It was for Childe!” Itto exclaims.

Childe lets out a humorless laugh, “Wow, Itto! Not only are you bad at pranking me, but you’re also bad at ensuring that the bucket doesn’t injure the person you’re pranking!” Childe says, walking into the living area while shaking his head in disapproval.

“The bucket hit their head pretty hard; we need to make sure they didn’t get any concussion,” Albedo says, rushing up to where you and Baizhu stood.

Heizou pats your cheeks lightly, “Sweetheart, can you look up for us, please?” You groaned softly, head falling forward against Baizhu’s chest.

“I know the bucket hit their head hard, but how hard, though? The bang was so loud that I was afraid that it would’ve knocked [Y/N] unconscious.” Aether commented.

Baizhu lifts you up and carries you over to the couch, and lays you down before lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and winced when the light in the living room flashed in your eyes.

“The bucket must have hit [Y/N]’s head pretty hard with how they’re reacting,” Ayato murmurs, brushing your wet hair away from your face.

Ayato’s hands froze before he slowly looked up at the others in the room; his face was almost as white as his suit. Gorou furrows his eyebrows before reaching up to your face and wiping at the foundation that was slowly dripping off your face. The more Gorou wipes the foundation away from your face, the more cuts and bruises are revealed. Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows before gently grabbing your arms and pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, revealing claw marks, more cuts, and more bruises decorating your arms. Some bruises looked new, while the others still looked new but were fading away compared to the others. Scaramouche’s actions resulted in Xiao coming up and pulling up other parts of your clothes to reveal more and more injuries that you had sustained.

“[Y/N].... who did this to you!?” Gorou whispers, a lump forming in his throat as tears begin to blur his vision. Gorou had never seen you in this state before; in fact, none of the men had seen you covered in cuts and bruises before. This was the first time they’ve seen you this injured. Everyone couldn’t help but feel very angry and deeply upset. They were mad at whoever inflicted harm on you and deeply upset that you had gone to the extent of hiding your cuts and bruises from them.

“Emma.” Scaramouche and Xiao growl, both their eyes glowing with anger.

Kaeya kneels beside the couch and strokes your hair gently, “Keep your eyes open, sweet thing. We wouldn’t want you to lose your consciousness now, do we?” He tries to joke, his smile faltering as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.

“Everything hurts.” You whisper, cracking your eyes open.

Kazuha grabs onto your hand and gently squeezes them, “Tell us who did it. Tell us who boldly put their hands on you, and we will deal with them for you.” Kazuha says, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to his prayers that it wasn’t who he was suspecting.

You winced when you turned your head towards Kazuha’s direction before croaking out, “But if I tell you all who did it, all of you will hurt them.”

Dainsleif lets out an infuriated sigh before running his hands through his blond hair, “Why are you trying to protect this person, [Y/N]? This person injured you and could have killed you if they wanted to!” Dainsleif clenches his jaws.

You forced yourself up on the couch with a pained grunt, “I don’t want to say who it is because I want to beat their ass first.” You said, pouting at Dainsleif tiredly. Kaeya snorts while wiping the water away from your face with a cloth napkin while Baizhu and Albedo check up on your head and other bodily injuries that were inflicted upon you.

Zhongli sits down in front of you with a weak sigh, “Dearest, why did you continue to hang out with Emma even though you had told us that you weren’t going to see her again?”

You pursed your lips before responding, “I didn’t want to continue to hang out with her. She wouldn’t let me cut her off, and she threatened me.” You said, flinching away from the light that Albedo was shining into your eyes to check on your pupils.

“Thankfully, [Y/N] doesn’t have a concussion. That’s good.” Albedo hums softly, lightly massaging your head with his fingers. You closed your eyes and leaned into Albedo’s touch, wanting to do nothing else but sleep and let your body rest.

Baizhu gets up from his spot before dusting his clothes off, “Even if [Y/N] doesn’t have any concussion, they will still need to take medication for their headache and body aches.” He turns around and walks to the kitchen to search for pain medication for you to take in the meantime.

Capitano stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, “You know that we know that your injuries are all Emma’s doing, correct?” Capitano asks. You could tell that Capitano raised his eyebrows at you underneath his helmet as he tapped on his biceps with his fingers.

You looked away from Capitano while grumbling, “I’m sure it’s obvious that it was only Emma that did this to me.”

Pantalone sighs loudly, “I was delighted that my precious kitten made a new friend, but that friend was no good.” He laments, walking over to where you sat before lifting you off the couch. Pantalone sits on the couch before placing you on his lap, cradling you in his arms while pressing a kiss on the side of your head. You winced and rested your head on his shoulders, feeling yourself becoming drowsy.

“Oh, please. If it weren’t for you, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured by their new friend.” Diluc rolls his eyes with disgust, tempted to yank you from Pantalone’s arms. If it weren’t for those four Harbingers encouraging you to become friends with someone like Emma, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, nor would they have to deal with Emma’s atrocious behavior.

Itto nods his head rapidly before pointing an accusing finger at the four Harbingers in front of him, “Yeah! If you four hadn’t encouraged [Y/N] to be friends with that demon, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured!”

Pierro shoots a heated glare in Itto’s direction, saying, “And if it weren’t for that childish prank you were trying to pull on Tartaglia, the metal bucket wouldn’t have hit [Y/N]’s head.” Itto glowers and glares back at the first Harbinger in front of him, his hands clenching into tight fists.

“How about Zhongli and I take you to your room!” Venti suggested as he walked over to where you and Pantalone sat before tugging you out from Pantalone’s lap with the help of Zhongli.

You leaned against Venti, both your arms wrapped around their waists as the two of them propped you up before guiding you up to your bedroom, away from the tension that was gradually getting worse.

“Doctor Baizhu will be bringing the medication up to your bedroom in a moment. You need to rest and let your injuries heal.” Zhongli murmurs into your ears.

“I still need to change out of my wet clothes and maybe take a shower or something.” You said, letting yourself flop on your bed.

Childe pops his head into your bedroom with a smile on his face, “I can help you change your clothes if you need some assistance, snookums.”

Zhongli lets out a disgruntled grunt, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Childe, now is not the time to make such comments.”

Childe lets out a scoff of disbelief, “What? I was only offering my assistance to help [Y/N] change into clean and dried clothes! There’s no innuendos or anything!” He grumbles, glaring over at the former archon.

You rolled over on your bed, and a strained groan gets caught in your throat before you interject, “Please don’t argue right now. I’m starting to get a headache.” You said, your face pinching up from the pounding headache you are currently experiencing.

“Come on, let’s get you changed into new clothes,” Thoma says, nudging you lightly. You cracked your eyes open, only to see the other men piling into your bedroom.

You grumbled, “Wow, you all showed up in my bedroom to watch me change? Perverts.” You snorted to yourself, earning chuckles from your boyfriends while Aether and Heizou helped you sit up on your bed as Ayato walked over to you with your change of clothes in his hands.

Aether speaks up, “So! When are you going to beat Emma’s ass?” Looking away as Thoma and Ayato helped you change out of your drenched clothes.

“Seriously, when are you going to do that? The longer you put it off, the more it’ll make us want to do it for you instead.” Heizou says, tilting his head to the side while looking elsewhere, trying to keep himself distracted.

You let out a long sigh before responding, “Soon, I hope.” You take your shirt off and toss it over to your laundry basket. You hear choked gasps coming from your boyfriends and a small chorus of “oh dear archons!” from a few of them. You blinked at them before looking down at your body and examining every inch of your skin. Cuts and bruises littered your torso and back, along with your bare legs. It was like Emma had used you as a punching bag to let all of her anger out on you. Well, she technically did unleash her anger out on you by physically assaulting you.

“Be honest with us; how long have you been hiding these injuries from everyone?” Ayato asks while he gently grabs you by your shoulders before rotating you around to examine every inch of your exposed skin.

Gorou shakes his head, “Looking at these cuts and bruises, it looks like [Y/N] has been enduring Emma’s abuse for quite a while.” Gorou reaches forward, letting his fingers trace the bruised skin of your back.

Scaramouche claps his hands, “I have come to the conclusion that you will not be beating Emma’s ass. I will be doing it myself.” Scaramouche stated.

You shook your head, “I would rather be the one to get into trouble than all of you.” You said while slipping on a new shirt and shorts and fixing your hair after. “Plus, she touched my boyfriends and flirted with my boyfriends. Therefore, I should be the one beating her ass, not you guys.” You added. Baizhu walks over to your bed with a glass cup of water and painkillers in his hands; you grabbed the painkillers from Baizhu’s hands and popped them into your mouth before taking the cup of water from his grasp and downing the water.

“Oh? You don’t like it when people touch or flirt with us?” Kazuha teases you, sitting down beside you with a smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “I told Emma that if she were to pull that stunt again, I would snap both of her arms. It’s a promise and a threat.” You said, placing the glass cup of water on your nightstand.

Kaeya chuckled and knelt on your bed before grabbing you by your chin to tilt your head up, gazing into your eyes, “My, my, that is the most attractive thing you’ve ever said.” Xiao grumbles and slowly removes Kaeya’s hands from your face, making sure that he didn’t do it roughly, fearing that he might hurt you.

“I didn’t like how close she got to me and how she kept mentioning how short she is compared to me. I think she was mocking me.” Xiao grumbles. You cracked a smile and gestured for him to come forward; Xiao walked over to you and stood beside your bed. You slowly reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his torso.

“You’re too cute, Xiao.” Your voice muffled against his stomach. “I didn’t like how Emma got close and touchy with any of you,” You release Xiao, laying down on your bed.

“She wasn’t just touchy and flirty,” Dainsleif added.

“I promise, I will snap both of her arms for all of you and for the things that she has done to me.” You said, hugging a Seelie plush that was gifted to you from Venti. “What she did was unacceptable, and yet I tried not to get off on the wrong foot with her.” You smacked yourself in the forehead.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” Gorou panics, rushing over to you before checking on your forehead, lightly massaging it.

“I asked you all to give her a chance, I tried being nice to her and have you all get along, and this was the outcome.” You said, hugging the plush tightly against your chest. “I deserved all of those beatings from Emma because it’s my karma for letting an awful person into my life and stay for some time.” A rueful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Now that you think of it, the things that Emma has done to you were justified. After all, you did let her stay in your life despite her mistreating your boyfriends, flirting with them, and making them uncomfortable. You deserved every cut and bruise that she has left on your body.

Xiao growls, “It’s not your fault! Stop blaming yourself!” You ignored Xiao’s response.

Kazuha frowns, “Don’t blame yourself, dove. You were trying to see the best in others; it’s not your fault that you were trying to give her a chance to redeem herself.”

Kaeya lays on your bed and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest while resting his chin on your head. “Besides, I think it’d be a nice sight to see you beat someone to a pulp.” A teasing smile appears on his face before he presses a kiss on your cheeks.

“Oh, I will definitely beat Emma to a bloody pulp.” You deadpanned, snuggling up against Kaeya with a pout on your face. “I hate her for touching my boyfriends, shamelessly flirting with my boyfriends, breaking their things, forcing them to do things they didn’t intend on doing, and many more.” You grumbled.

The men can see the steam coming from your ears while you ranted under your breath about the things Emma had done to you and them. The more you grumbled about Emma; the more steam continued to come out of your ears from anger. You let out an angry sigh and shoved your face into Kaeya’s chest, catching him off guard. Kaeya laughs and kisses the top of your head while lightly scratching your head, his fingers lacing into your hair while doing so.

Pierro hums, “I believe that it’s best we let [Y/N] rest. After all, they have been through so much and will need some time to recuperate.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Pantalone hums thoughtfully, his head tilts to the side, “What if I want my adorable kitten to snuggle up against me while they’re sleeping?” A tiny pout forms on his lips as he watches you press yourself up against Kaeya while on the verge of falling asleep.

Diluc huffs, “Well, too bad because they’re currently snuggling with someone else right now. It’s best to leave them alone and let them rest.”

The corners of Pantalone’s lips quirked up, he licked his lips and shook his head while debating on retorting or not, but he chose not to say anything. Maybe one day he’ll snatch you up for himself and be selfish for once, but for now, today won’t be that day. After not hearing a single response from Pantalone, a slight smirk appeared on Diluc’s face.

For the next few days, the men did not let you leave your bedroom because they wanted you to rest, and they wanted your wounds to heal. And, of course, since you’re not from Teyvat or their universe, it took a bit for you to properly heal with the amount of medication you were given for the wounds and with the help of the healers throughout Teyvat. You were pampered by your boyfriends, even though you told them there was no need for them to spoil you. Your comment went in one ear and out the other for them, and your boyfriends gladly spoiled you with attention and affection. As much as you loved the attention from your boyfriends, you wanted them to give you some space and privacy— mainly because you wanted to track Emma down and return the favor from all the things she has done to you and your boyfriends.

Everything suddenly became a blur to you, and you had felt nothing but fury for the last few weeks now (maybe even a month. It’s a bit hard for you to narrow down the date in Teyvat when you hardly kept track of it) all because of Emma and the things that she has done. You didn’t remember leaving the abode; you didn’t remember arriving at Mondstadt, and you certainly did not remember grabbing Emma by her ponytail and pulling her to a secluded area of Mondstadt.

“Oh, it looks like you’re healing nicely!” Emma commented, her eyes scanning your body from head to toe. “Did you come back for more?” She smirks at you, her head tilting to the side while she waits for you to answer her.

“No, not really. But I did come back to return the favor.” You said, giving her a fake smile while your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Although I am trying to be a reasonable person. So I will not inflict any harm on you if you apologize for your past actions and promise never to do it again.” You said, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Emma lets out an audible snort, “Me? Apologize? For what exactly?” Emma inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you with a look of amusement on her face. “Listen, I believe that I did nothing wrong at all, and if you have a problem with that, you can go cry and bitch elsewhere.” Emma lets out a sassy huff, her arms over her chest, before turning around with her back facing your direction. You smirked and tapped her shoulders; Emma hummed, her eyebrows raised before she slowly looked in your direction.

She rolls her eyes before letting out a disgusted scoff, “What do you want, you annoying little—” You cut Emma off by punching her in the mouth, causing her to gasp and stumble back. She had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were red with anger. She smacks her lips together before scowling at you, her gums and lips bleeding. “You little bitch!” Emma lunges at you and tackles you to the ground, the two of you rolling down a steep hill.

The men were all having lunch in the dining room when Venti barges into the dining room, panting and trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at Venti quizzically, waiting for Venti to catch his breath before questioning why he suddenly burst into the dining room like that.

“Barbatos, care to explain what’s got you in a hurry?” Zhongli asks, sipping on his afternoon tea with Ayato and Dainsleif by his side.

“It’s [Y/N].” Venti chokes out. Before Venti could add to what he had said, everyone got up from their seats and rushed to the entrance of the abode without a second thought.

Venti lets out a defeated sigh, “Great, more running.”

It was a bit complicated to track you down at first, but the sounds of screaming and profanities being thrown around guided the men to where they are now. They all come to a halt when they see you on top of Emma, with a handful of her brown hair in your left hand while you were punching Emma in the face, on the head, and in the throat repeatedly. Emma was thrashing beneath you, trying to get you off of her, but you had her pinned to the dirt ground.

“Why are you crying now, huh!?” You screamed, your knuckles shining each time you raised your fist in the air. You were wearing platinum rings on your fingers. Emma screeches and tosses you off; you land beside her before immediately getting up from the ground.

Emma’s eyes land on the men behind you before pointing at you, “Look what your stupid lover did to me! I did nothing to them, and they decided to attack a cute, short, innocent girl like me!” She screeches, crocodile tears rolling down her bruised and bloodied cheeks.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t see anything,” Aether says, looking away from Emma with his nose pointing in the air.

Heizou looks at the other men, “Was that the sound of a dying boar in the distance?”

You let out a burst of loud laughter; your head was thrown back, your body shaking with laughter. You look at Emma with a smile on your face. You slowly walked towards Emma, cracking your knuckles and your neck.

“Oh, Emma, Emma. I’m not done with you just yet.” You cooed, caressing her face in your hands, a big smile slowly forming on your face. Emma looks at you in disgust and slaps your hands away from her face. “If you think you can get away from me so easily, then it looks like I’ll have to snap both of your legs to prevent you from running.” You whisper.

Emma growls and punches you in the nose; blood immediately starts spraying down your nose. You glared at her and threw a punch right back at her. You tackled Emma to the ground and continued where you had left off.

“Should we stop [Y/N]?” Dainsleif asks.

“I’ll be getting the first aid ready for [Y/N]’s injuries,” Baizhu says, running back to the abode.

Thoma chuckles, “From what I’m seeing so far, it’s Emma that’ll be needing the first aid, not [Y/N].”

Albedo blinks at Thoma, “That’s someone else’s problem. We’ll only administer first aid on [Y/N].” Albedo states, crossing his arms.

Kazuha opens his mouth to say something, but the loud snapping sound cuts him off. The men went silent when Emma let out a blood-curdling scream that was almost deafening.

“My legs! My legs!” Emma screams. “You broke my fucking legs!” Emma sobs, trying to reach behind her to swipe at you, but you pinned her arms down and sat on her back with a dark chuckle.

“I did say that if you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirt with my boyfriends and touch my boyfriends, I wouldn’t hesitate to snap your arms.” You said, hitting her in the head. “But since you were trying to run away from the consequences, I had to break those cute, short legs of yours to stop you from running.” You squealed, reaching down to pinch her cheeks with your bloodied hands.

“Holy fuck.” Childe whispers, covering the lower part of his face.

Ayato’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at Childe’s reaction. “Are you blushing?!” Ayato hissed at Childe.

Thoma made the mistake of looking down, his eyes almost as wide as saucers before covering his face. There’s no way Childe is like this right now while you’re beating someone to a pulp and snapping their legs like twigs.

“Childe, are you serious right now!?” Thoma hissed at Childe.

“I can’t help it! [Y/N] is so hot!” Childe whispers loudly to the men around him, covering his red face with both of his hands.

Scaramouche made a disgusted face at Childe before pointing his finger at the ginger-haired male, “Why the fuck do you have a boner!? You horny motherfucker!” Scaramouche punches Childe in the gut. Childe grunts and punches Scaramouche back.

“Listen, [Y/N] beating the shit out of something is very attractive, so I don’t blame him!” Itto says. Just when you were about to land another punch on Emma’s face with your ring-clad fingers, Capitano and Dottore walked over to you and grabbed you by your biceps before lifting you off of Emma.

“As much as we would love to see you beat Emma into a bloody pulp, I think that’s enough,” Capitano says gruffly, escorting you to where the other men stood.

Dottore snorts, smirking widely, “As if she wasn’t a bloody pulp already.” Dottore pats you on your head. You grumbled and wiped Emma’s blood off your face with your already bloodied hands, smearing more blood on your cheeks.

Kazuha runs up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You’re not injured anywhere, are you?” He eyes you worriedly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You gave Kazuha a small smile and shook your head.

“Other than a bloody nose and some scratches here and there, I’m fine.” You said.

Dottore points down at your bloodied clothes, “Is that all Emma’s blood?” You smiled widely and nodded your head happily.

“That is correct! It’s all her blood.” You raised your arm and wiped the blood from your nose and scrunched your face when you felt dull throbbing pain from your nose.

Childe jogs up to you and grabs you by your shoulders, “Marry me, marry me right now. We can live off on a farm somewhere in Snezhnaya and have fourteen kids. Just you and me.” He knelt to the ground in front of you, holding onto your hands firmly.

“Uh, get in line, buddy! We all want to marry [Y/N].” Itto interjects, pulling Childe away from you.

Scaramouche whispers loudly, “You also have a little problem to fix.”

Childe glares at Scaramouche, “A little!? I’ll have you know. I’m huge, okay?! [Y/N] can vouch for me.”

Aether and Heizou shook their heads, “We did not need to know that.” Aether says, making a face at Childe.

Zhongli sighs, “Let’s go back to the abode now, shall we? I believe that you should clean up, and doctor Baizhu will dress any of your wounds.” Zhongli says, draping his arms around your shoulders before walking you back to the abode with the others following after you. Childe latches himself against you, his face burying into your neck while pressing up against you.

“Childe, why the fuck do you have a boner!?” You whined, feeling your face becoming hot at the contact.

“You know why.” Childe’s voice was muffled against your neck; he rubbed his face against your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. Zhongli lets out an annoyed sigh, giving Childe an annoyed look.

Ayato concludes, “We need to get him neutered.”

Dottore snorts, “As if that’ll work.” He mutters, following after you and twenty other men back to the abode where Baizhu is waiting for you with the first aid kit, ready to patch up any wounds you have on you.

Note: So... I did not expect this fic to be 10k words long or longer than 10k words. But um, I hope you all enjoyed it? I, personally, liked the parts where it's close to the ending of the story because I know Childe is the type to get turned on by the sight of his lover beating the absolute shit out of someone. I just can't believe that I managed to post two different fanfics this week :o Also, this is very late, but thank you for over 2k followers! I have almost 2.6k followers now, but I kept forgetting to say thank you because it always slips my mind 🥲 thank you for all of your love and support when it came to my stories; I really appreciate it! ❤️ For those who are new or returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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