scara college au ! ݁ ˖๋ ࣭‹3 ⭑

(compsci major!scara & fine arts major!reader)

this is my first time writing,, pls go easy on me😭n im literally doing this while paintingggg

♡ collegestudent!scara who is also your.. really cold roommate that's a compsci major.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose first impression on you was that he didn't like you, due to the cold and stoic expression that was always on his face. and the way he talked to you at first as if you annoyed him just by breathing.

♡ collegestudent!scara who eventually warms up to your soft personality and doesn't seem as cold as before. he now accompanies you everywhere. even to your favorite café.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has a completely different music and fashion taste from yours.

♡ collegestudent!scara who used to hate being called 'kuni' by you but had warmed up to it by now. he knows something's wrong when you don't call him that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who stays up late often and then gets sick as a result, so you have to take care of him every time. he throws a lot of cuss words at you but you know deep down he appreciates you. he actually really loves your cooking.

♡ collegestudent!scara who also scolds you whenever you stay up late sketching or painting, dragging you harshly to your bed to tuck you in. yet it's somehow okay when he stays up late?

♡ collegestudent!scara who always picks you up after your classes.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has made it a habit to have late night visits to the nearby convenience store with you. he makes sure to stay by your side at all times.

♡ collegestudent!scara who comforts you by either taking you to your favorite café and buying your favorite drink & pastry . . or taking you to an art museum/art store even though he's not interested in art.

♡ collegestudent!scara who always complains about having to accompany you to the art supplies store but goes anyway.

♡ collegestudent!scara who watches you paint when he's bored and has nothing else to do.

♡ collegestudent!scara who once heard people gossiping about you in the hallway and sent a death glare towards them that scared them away. luckily he didn't punch them.

♡ collegestudent!scara who so obviously has a crush on you that his friends tease him about it, and even has a gallery in his phone full of candid pictures of you. some of them were sent to you and were put on your instagram story.

♡ collegestudent!scara who absolutely adores your artworks but never shows it. he once found multiple sketches of him when he flipped through one of your many sketchbooks. he definitely didn't take a picture of that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who will and always admire you, from afar or not.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose favorite artist will always be you.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose soft spot will always be you.<3

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥

widdiful [adj.] deserving to be h.nged

໒꒱ summary﹕he won’t let anyone else even get near you, and if they do, he’ll make sure to take care of them. ໒꒱ pairing﹕yan blade/dazai/wanderer ໒꒱ warnings﹕yandere themes, sensitive content SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, descriptions of gore, established relationship, ncon & suggestive stuff, this piece is just disgusting, so minors dni

You didn’t know where everything went all wrong.

Maybe you should have noticed the signs earlier, when he would give your friend the cold stare whenever she talked with you.

Maybe you should have already seen how broken he was the moment you met.

You shouldn’t have fallen for those alluring velvet eyes, because behind the shell was nothing but emptiness.

All the continuous warnings that you ignored, they piled up into a heap so big you couldn’t ignore it this time.

Not when your boyfriend brought you home for an innocent anniversary surprise, that was when you should’ve started running for your life.

“It smells a little weird here,” you comment with an awkward laugh as he puts his sickeningly tender hands to steer you in the room. You weren’t sure where the odor came from, but it was present in his house for a while now. You told him to try getting rid of the odor, but he had told you before that he didn’t know where it was coming from, either.

It was hard to describe how it smelled like, but you could smell a faint metallic whiff combined with a sharp smell that prickled your nostrils. You crinkled your nose to prevent it from entering your senses.

“Sit here,” he gestures towards a velvet chair. You obey, sitting down. Something distasteful settled in the pit of your stomach, whispering in your ear that there was something terribly wrong with this. Bare walls were around you, and it was only him who was in your sight.

You didn’t know how regretful you would be for not escaping before when he smiled at you with eyes disturbingly stuffed with his twisted adoration as if he was looking at a particularly beautiful doll.

His fingers find themselves on some sort of rope tied on the ceiling. You wondered if he was going to show you something romantic, but what was behind it was the complete opposite.

Your aghast scream fills the air like suffocating gas; with the tug of the rope he held, dozens of unrecognizable corpses dangled down in sync.

You couldn’t breathe at all. The hues of red you could barely see thanks to your fat tears that alter your surroundings- they made you feel as if you were also one of those, choked and hanged. Your frame collapsed to the floor and you let out rapid shaking breaths. Screams built up your throat, threatening to spill onto the stale concrete, but they couldn’t. No sounds came out of your vocal chords.

“You..you monster,” you finally manage out. His sick smirk only widens at the sight of you trembling and crying. He kneels down and uses one of his hands to hold up your chin. You gasp in revulsion and slap it away, but he only grips you tighter.

“Don’t you understand? Anyone who simply walks near you… or talks to you… or tries to take away something that’s mine…”

He exhales with euphoria shivering between his breaths.

“I’ll simply banish them to death’s door.♡”

All you could feel was his ghostly touches that dig into your skin along with his manic laughing that claws scars into your ability to think. Through blurry eyes, you saw a shape fall to the floor behind them with a sickening thud, a dark string connects the shape to the rope it was formerly on. Along with the thud, you feel yourself shut down, the last thing you felt was his hands tearing the fabric of your clothes before you succumb to void.

When you came to be, you were lain in a white bed that’s crinkled with the remains of him romantically doing one-sided intercourse with you. Your clothes were already gone, your legs started to ache when your senses came back.

Horror sunk in when you saw the marks and bruises that litter your skin. Frantically, you kick away the mattress and stand up. A pang of nausea strikes you down the pillows however, and you see a familiar face when you do.

With a gasp of terror you jump away and back out to avoid this nightmarish man, but the only thing that’s keeping you apart was the bed between you.

“It seems that you woke up. I hope you aren’t preparing something devious under my nose?”

You quickly shake your head, you didn’t want to get on his bad side at all. Your breath was subconsciously held until he finally breaks his scrutinizing gaze to morph it into something he would call tender.

“Well then, I suppose we can enjoy something together now that you’re awake.”

His sudden force catches you off guard completely as he pins you down to the mattress violently.

“Stay away from me, y-you sick fuck,” you stammer, trying to kick him away as a last resort. Behind him, you could almost see familiar shapes dangling from ropes and you let out a gasp to clear that trauma.

Unfortunately, he already caught on with your response, and an arrogant smile is on display.

“Or else what? I still have some corpses left to show you, dear.”

The words die out from your mouth and you are left speechless. A chuckle of victory is heard from the male while he lets the belt that held his bulge fall to the mattress.

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　　　　　　　 ꒰ TROUVAILLE. ꒱ noun. trou·​vaille. trüˈvī plural -s. :  something lovely, discovered by chance.

ᐢ ᴗ . ᴗ ᐢ of lovely chance encounters.

thank you for 3k !!! this has been long overdue ( we're at 3.1k now.. ) & now we're hereeeee :") thank you for being patient with me, here's my love gift to you all !!! ( post best viewed in default / light mode on desktop ) all series will be on hiatus as i write this <3 all of the chapters will be in written form! ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

ᐢ ᴗ . ᴗ ᐢ a lovely secret.

trouvaille is a series that i'll be pursuing, with each chapter on a different genshin man. the first five chapters will be about the five love languages, and the other five will be about adorable meet cutes & romance scenes – where sweet love is breathed into each and every chance encounter. this series will be pure fluff – at most, hurt & comfort. characters x gn reader.

ᐢ ᴗ . ᴗ ᐢ the castlist.

01. physical touch – childe 02. words of affirmation – zhongli 03. quality time – wriothesley 04. acts of service – childe 05. giving gifts – lyney 06. what love will do to you – al-haitham 07. while you were sleeping – scara 08. beautiful stranger – xiao 09. valentine – diluc 10. from the start – kaeya

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[ 05 ] SCARA ARCH NEMESIS REAL?!?

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this isn't like a request but more of a "may i have your thoughts on...?" :3 okay SOOO wanderer, he isn't used to the idea of love and affection right right so whenever reader tells him "i love you" instead of smiling and blushing i feel like it would hurt him (even a bit but wouldn't show it) scara angst.... sobs

omg yza !! giggling LOUDLY HI i came running when i saw this i was cooking dinner ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

okay but no literally! love isn’t something he’s familiar with, he probably mocks the thought when he sees couples interacting or families in the streets of sumeru city - nahida keeps emphasising the importance of this ‘love’ and how it’s different for everyone but he can’t help but spite it? and she knows it too when he grimaces at her attempts at affection; holding onto one of his lanky fingers when they go for walks, swinging their arms or when she makes flower crowns and places them on a crown of indigo hair.

then he realises that he has nothing but negative connotations to those who were supposed to ‘love’ him. he’s had nothing but betrayal - even if it was not intended by the person (cough, those he loves dying) - from them and perhaps he associates love with betrayal. if they truly loved him, they would have stayed, right? his creator wouldn’t have dropped him like a pin, they wouldn’t have died, he wouldn’t have ended up so cold and heartless at the mere thought of showing emotions just to protect himself.

he knows that he ties love and betrayal together when he first meets the reader, he thinks that if he lefts himself get too close again, they’ll betray him just like everyone else. he puts up his bitter front, gritting his teeth and endlessly trying to shrug the reader off in hopes they’ll get tired and leave him alone.

they’re as persistent as always and even if he doesn’t vocally admit it, he longs for their ‘annoying’ company. subconsciously, he starts to show it in small acts of affection without even trying; cupping his hand on the edge of the table when the reader bends to pick up a dropped pen when they’re visiting him in the house of daena, making sure they don’t knock their head or assisting in carrying bags of groceries for them. for a moment, his association of love to betrayal is a fleeting thought he doesn’t cling to as heavily anymore.

“i love you” stings. it tastes awful on his tongue so he refuses to even utter it but it makes the shallow pits of his body shudder, fingers tightening around whatever is closest to him until his knuckles turn white.

he’d hoped they would have never said it, he’d pushed the thought long back in his mind but he feels so heavy at the idea that he’d fell in love because he expects the reader to betray them. he considers distancing himself but he knows nahida will never let him now - she loves the reader too much. he thinks he was so foolish to let his guard down to the point where it got to this. he’s preparing for a betrayal, wary for the next upcoming days but when everything continues, business as usual, it becomes just another passing thought. <3

lumi ! wat indian dishes do u think scara would like ? i was thinking about what pakistani dishes he wld eat and my mind settled on nihari . . maybe he wld also try gol gappe ( panipuri ) ! ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₎

hihi athena ! im gonna be honest, i don’t eat much indian food other than chicken tikka masala & maggi. so i feel like he’d like maggi perhaps. but other than that im not actually too sure😭

⋆ ۪𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎… 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑

hihi ♡. i'm oak, but i also go by oakie , oak tree , etc. i'm twentie and i go by any pronouns! i like several fictional characters a very normal amount but those i hold closest to my heart may include aventurine, satoru, kafka, bladie, alhaitham, arlecchino, suna, hajime, and chifuyu.

ㅤ 𓈒 ୭ৎ some important things to note...

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) leo sun, libra moon, virgo rising. infp 9w1

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ my favorites include but are nawt limited to rinne amagi (my inspiration for this blog!!!), dan heng, blade, aventurine, jing yuan, boothill, veritas ratio, scara, xiao, heizou, alhaitham, wriothesley, tartaglia, ei, yae miko, gojo, geto, megumi, chifuyu, iwaizumi, aki hayakawa, bakugo n' the bakusquad, atsumu, suna, yuta, choso, sukuna, reo, nagi, rin, leon kennedy && more!

( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ really really really into music (you'll see alot of song lyrics as titles and inspo on here), some artists i've rlly been into lately includeeee chappell roan, the crane wives, hozier, pierce the veil, ethel cain, violent vira, 6arelyhuman, glass animals, boygenius, n more :3

(ㅅ´ ˘ `) AR60 NA wrio/haithy/fatui main && TB68 NA bladie/kafka/aventio main!!! if you'd like to friend me on either lmk :3c i've been playing both games since their releases... please free me from hyv jail...

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﹙☆﹚NOTICE!... i luv making new moots. that being said, i am incredibly anxious+shy (a double wombo combo) and tend to stick to the circles i am already in. i'm more often than not too scared to interact first, but just know that if we've become mutuals recently i am standing in the corner twiddling my thumbs trying to think of ways to talk to someone way cooler than me (thats you!).

i write as a silly little hobby! this blog is a digital diary first, writing blog second. my brain is but a small pebble so i will probably not post anything of substance often. i do what i want when i want ; sometimes i just be talkin' to talk. be sure to block the appropriate tags if u dont wanna see me rambling, teehee

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valentine 𐚁 nineteen. she — her. hsr & genshin. sfw only. scara’s darling + jing yuan’s beloved + dan heng’s cutie + blade’s sleepyhead + ayato’s dream girl ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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I’d choose you over reo geto AND scara any day

omigosh stop we r in love …… i’d maybe ….. take u in2 deep consideration ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝ ˙ ˟ ˙⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ <3

Hi! Can you please write another Chubby Reader x Scaramouche? I adored your last one and if it wasn’t too much trouble can you please write another? Your writing is so good and you’re so talented!! ₍ᐢ⸝⸝ ›　 ̫ ‹ ⸝⸝ᐢ₎✧‧. 💕

Thank you so much! Yes, I decided to attach the fic to the ask cuz why not. I will say I went with a [very loving and soft] n. sfw approach solely because the last several Chubby!Reader have been sfw... chubby people [can] like sex, too! If you wanted pure fluff, pleaaaaase just send another ask and tell me and I can get to work on it!

[ also it might be a little clunky at times because i try to stay completely GN, in terms of pronouns and even genitalia, so... yah ]

[[ WARNING: N. SFW CONTENT ]]

[[ Summary: Scaramouche doesn't have to leave before you wake up, for once, and he's going to make the most of it... Word Count: 1'784 ]]

Normally, you woke alone to a cold bed. You knew why, Scara worked hard, maybe too hard, he left early and stayed late and sometimes left for a long period of time. It's... Not you. I promise. That was his best attempt at reassuring you. You got used to it. So when you not only didn't have a cold bed, but his form against yours, fine lips pressing kisses along your neck, your jawline, your shoulders... Leaving little, almost unnoticeable marks from nips, you were a little confused. You knew it was him, from how, lovingly, he caressed your sides, his fingertips tracing over your stretch marks, each one, slowly, as though he needed to remember each one.

"Scara?" You whispered, still groggy from being woken so early. "Yes?" He asked, a little too loud, a little too monotone, perhaps unsuspecting of your consciousness... You wonder how long he was lavishing you with attention, that you weren't conscious enough to notice. "You're... Yawn... Still here?" A moment of silence, his hands still. Slowly, the move again, wrapping his arms around your stomach, and he hugs, pressing his forehead against your back. "I left shortly," he admitted, voice softer this time, "But I found out I could come back, so I did." You wonder what the circumstances are that permit him to have this time. You won't look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Any excuse to have extra time with him was a blessing. "And you didn't wake me?" "Well..." He rubbed small circles on your hips, "You looked peaceful, and I have all day." "All day?" You asked, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eye, "How lucky am I... So much time with my little Scara." You could easily imagine the flustered expression, a far too vivid blush on his face. "I'm starting to think I liked you better when you were asleep," he grumbled, and you couldn't help but laugh. Even you were not completely free from his harsher nature, but... Somehow, it just meant nothing. You knew when he was angry, truly, agonizingly angry, because he would cry. He would have the most furious expression and he's have red eyeliner running down his cheeks, eyes red and having to gasp for air in-between sentences spoken too fast, too loud. It was heartbreaking, but your heart was not breaking, because he was just being his petty, somewhat rough-around-the-edges self. Slowly, the silence fell over you two again, and he resumed rubbing at your hips, rubbing at your tummy a little, too. "Why do you like my scars and stomach so much," you asked, as though you had ever gotten an answer before. He ran his knuckles along the top of your stomach, almost down to the navel, "Soft," he said, his hands not off of you for a second as he moved to your stretch marks, "Beautiful." "Scars aren't beautiful, Scara," you mutter. "They are," he insisted, "When they're on you." "But-" "Quiet," he softly snapped, "Before I make you." Finally, you shifted in the bed, looking at him with his bright eyes. You paused, seeing how he stared at you like a lost kitten who had gone home for the first time... It was a little... Intense, honestly, but it made your heart bubble with love, you cupped his face and kissed him, he letting out a low whine of shock... But letting himself melt into it, slowly, until you could hear him harshly breathing through his nostrils, and eventually pulling back when it just wasn't enough air. "Love me," you half-begged, "Please..."

"I will, he reassured, holding you close, "I'll show you how much I love you."

With one arm holding you, the other trailed over your stomach, he pressing his chest to yours... and his hand slid down past the band of your undergarments, rubbing lightly above your crotch...

"Come on," you whined, "You can feel that I'm ready,"

"Don't you want me to love you?" He teased, "We're not in a rush..." While he was right, you weren't enjoying this teasing game... But, he finally touched you where you wanted, with light, teasing touches, but it was something. It was a start. He wasn't happy with your mouth being unused, only letting out gentle breaths of pleasure, so he leaned closer, deeply kissing you.

"Please," you backed away from him for just a brief second, "More," you begged.

"Patience," he sweetly chided, "Patience..."

And he rewarded you, finally touching you with actual pressure, forcing you to moan into his mouth. You, weakly, reached towards his pants, feeling the shape of his boner in his pants.... But instead, he stopped touching you, you feeling wetness on his hand as he pulled you away, "No," he rasped, "Let me love you, let me..." He all but begged.

"But-" you were cut off as he went back to touching you, pressing his lips to your neck, suckling, striving to leave marks that would remind you of him for days... the idea of being seen... Oh, you were so close, "More, more, more..."

But he stopped. You wanted to snap at him, to cry out, but you realized he was ripping off your pants, moving to get between your legs, and before you could even say anything, or even consider stopping him, his mouth was on you, pressing to every little part that made you feel good, he clearly had not forgotten the lessons he spent so long pleasing you to learn.

With a shout, you came, but he didn't relent, and every time you thought you were about to calm down, about to stop, another wave hit you, hard, everything briefly flashing to white...

You came to with the light of dawn slowly growing with each minute, Scaramouche sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his face down... you could only smirk, knowing why.

He looked back at you for a second, so you assumed you laughed, but he went back to wiping his hand of your wetness, and you pushed yourself up, crawling over to him, hugging him from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek--missing the mark, and getting a little closer to his ear.

"You're feeling better," He commented, looking over at you, "Was I-"

You knew he was going to ask if he did something wrong, but you didn't want to hear it, so you pressed your lips to his... he tasted like... well.

You didn't want to say it tasted good, but the memory was... nice to think about.

"You did great," you promised, "But... you didn't finish, did you?" You glanced down to his crotch, he was still very clearly hard.

"I'm okay," he reassured, "You don't have to do anything."

"But I want to... you loved me, let me love you, too." You half pleaded, "Please?"

You could see his face contort in near pain, oh, he hated it when you used that voice. "If you want to... then fine, but you better be prepared to do everything."

You giggled, hugging him tightly from behind and dragging him back onto the bed, and eventually pushing him down to his back, he stared up at you, eyes wide with shock and wonder. You straddled his waist, your knees on either side of his hips, and you tugged down his pants to expose him, rubbing yourself gently on his boner,

"Ah," Scaramouche panted softly, his hands already moving your hips, lightly running along your stretch marks, "That's... nice," he said, all choked up and struggling.

"Don't worry," you cooed, "I'll make you feel nice."

You grabbed his cock, and positioned it to your hole, and sunk down to take him all in one go. He wasn't particularly big, but he had a pleasant curve that pressed just the right spot...

For a few seconds you just sat there, adjusting... he lovingly traced his hands over your hips, his thumbs rubbing at the far sides of your stomach.

Even now, he still was worshipping you in his own, quiet way.

But you didn't let it last long, lifting yourself up, and slamming yourself back down onto his cock, he let out a low, guttoral moan that sounded more animalistic than human, he dug his nails into your hips, you silently relishing in the idea of him leaving marks that would last... ones to remind you of this when he had to leave for far too long, a pleasant memory of a loving morning.

"Please," he whined, not knowing what he was asking for, and you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his chin, then the corner of his mouth, and his hands grabbed fistfuls of your hair, forcing you to kiss him as you still raised your hips up and down. Parting only long enough to breathe, you could see tears gathering in his eyes, face contorted with extreme effort,

"Please," he begged, "Please feel good... cum for me," he begged, holding himself back desperately.

"Bite me, love me... please..." You responded, and without hesitation, he bit where your neck and shoulder connected, you moaning loudly, slamming your hips down on him, you senses sharped so perfectly by the pain, your eyes rolled back into your head...

And as you breathed, slowly, he was still gathering himself, tears on his cheeks, eyes wide as he looked at you, the sunlight of dawn at your back, you must've looked like the god of beauty to him, amazed as he examined your features.

"I love you," you said, unable to stop yourself. He hugged you, close,

"Love you, love you..." He whined, all sharpness and harshness gone, with nothing but love and adoration in his voice, "Love... you..."

You were careful not to let him slip out of you, not really wanting to leave a mess, but you flopped to the side, holding him close, he buried his face into your chest...

and, on cue, his hand trailed to your hip.

"Scara," you said, "We should take a bath." The together was already implied, no reason to say it.

"Tired," he responded, "Just... a minute..."

You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, he was always so sleepy after...

...

"Scara?"

He didn't respond. You, gently, tilted his head back, and his eyes were closed... you could only sigh, feeling him still inside you.

Maybe you felt a little gross, but... you had all day, after all. A little nap couldn't hurt...

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, seeing him smile in his sleep, pressing his face to your chest once again, nuzzling into you...

"Later," you promised to no one in particular, as you let the fuzzy haziness of the early-morning nap take you.