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floylia · 11 hours
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ELYSIAN ♫
04. Take a risk?
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Vulnerability is a demanding feat for Scara.
In fact, vulnerable Scara is a privilege not many have seen. He does not allow himself to slip through the harsh mold he sculpted for himself.
So imagine the bewilderment on your face upon finding your dear friend lying in the comfort of your bed, face down on the once perfectly, cushioned pillows, with his phone sitting atop the edge.
You inched closer before settling near his sleeping frame.
Scara has not changed. His purple hair retained its fluff, while some strands draped over his closed eyes. He looked at ease—so different from how he usually presents himself.
Years have passed since you’ve last seen him in person, but this was not the reunion you were expecting. Instead, you anticipated a snarky Scara, complaining about your overpacking skills while undermining your decision-making abilities before force-feeding you his favorite Inazuman cuisine as a show of hospitality.
How wrong you were.
Because this was a better sight.
“What are you doing?” Scara’s eyes flung wide open.
Shit.
You cleared your throat, before standing up and feigning ignorance at your earlier actions, “Dhouldn’t I be asking you that question? I entered the room to see you sound asleep in my perfectly made-bed with your outside clothes on.”
“I don’t even know what happened,” he responded while rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair.
What a domestic scene.
“Get out of my bed. You messed it up.”
“You’ll live,” Scara responded as he removed himself from your bed before spotting Bambi lying on the spacious couch across the room with his favorite stuffed bunny neatly wrapped around his feet. Scara pointed at your cat, “You actually brought him?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged, “Because you’re an awful cat owner.”
You threw the perfectly cushioned pillow at his face, “Be careful with your words.”
The light thud of the pillow landing on the floor after hitting his face, roused your once asleep rag doll. Immediately, Scara sat next to Bambi, expecting your cat to sit on his lap, ready to be petted. But you knew better, Bambi despised affection—or so you thought, because your cat gladly took Scara up on that offer and made himself comfortable.
You scoffed at the scene while Scara smirked at your reaction, “It seems Bambi still likes me more than you.”
You rolled your eyes, “He’s probably the only entity in this world to tolerate your cocky ass.”
“My fans would beg to differ.”
You decided to humor him, “Yeah, I’m sure they’d get down on their knees for you.”
“They better.”
“I hate this conversation.”
He chuckled slightly, catching you off-guard, still in disbelief that you were in the same proximity as him, bantering as always as if distance was never an issue.
“You started it,” he said before grabbing his phone, “So what do want to eat?”
“What? It’s twelve in the morning, aren’t you leaving?”
He scratched his head, “Oh, should I go?
No. I missed hanging out with you.
Yes. I’m exhausted.
I don’t know? But I have questions you need to answer.
Fuck it. “I want a bowl of Shimi Chazuke.”
His face brightened up, “Oh, that’s my favorite.”
I know. “What a surprise.”
He continued to scroll on his phone, dedicated on scouring the internet for his favorite midnight snack, “There’s one restaurant open for delivery. Even better—it’s ten minutes away,” He glanced back at you, “Anything else?”
You shook your head, “Ayaka and Thoma already spoiled me today.”
Not only did they feed you, but Ayaka gave you an “Inazuman goodie bag.” You have yet to open it.
“The food should be here in thirty minutes.”
That should be enough time…
You hummed at his words and made yourself comfortable on the bed with a pillow resting on your chest acting as support for your arms as you scroll through your phone before saying, “Then while we wait, do want to finally explain why you brought me here?”
You glimpsed at your friend. Scara froze for a second before shifting his posture on the couch, “Straight to the point?”
You nodded, “Why not? That was part of our “deal,” right?”
Scara recalled your conversation.
You found it strange how he kept fidgeting and adjusting in his seat while holding your rag doll like a stress toy. You’re aware of Scara’s sporadic generosity, but was he up to?
Finally, he cleared his throat, “Are you willing to take a risk?”
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Notes:
I’M SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES
i don’t like this chapter, but i hope you do?
i had another non written alternative for this one saved in my drafts, but it felt unnatural, so i scrapped it
next chapter is the last written chapter for a while
shimi chazuke is scara’s special food
Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?
Scaramouche x fem!reader
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pearlywritings · 1 month
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"Bring your kid to work" day
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synopsis: but sometimes it's very much unplanned.
pairing and characters: Zhongli x fem!reader, Xiao. Your family name is Rex-Lapis. Childe plays part in it too.
tw: modern AU, University AU, established relationship, fluff
word count: 2.8k+ words
a/n: Also a part of my University modern AU with history professor Zhongli
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The day started perfectly. Your older daughter was already at school with your permission to stay at her friend's house for a sleepover later, you had your day off, lounging in the living room with your son cuddling to you with his most favorite dragon shaped toy pressed between your bodies, listening to your husband walking around the bedroom, getting ready for the lectures at the University, being blessed with afternoon classes.
The day was perfect indeed. Until it absolutely isn't.
Sometimes you really want to kill your boss. It must be today that you are called to work to help with an emergency, that no one knows how to deal with except for you. And the fact that your boss does not consider any possibility of you having trouble with doing what's required, makes you fume harder.
"Li, I don't know what to do!" You cry in frustration, buttoning your shirt. "We can't find a babysitter in ten minutes! You have to go to work, I have to now too, we can't just ask Ganyu to cancel her plans, she's been waiting for this sleepover for weeks, and I can't take Xiao with me - by the sound of it I won't have a single moment to look after him."
It's been no longer than five minutes since you received that call, but you are already as stressed as after a week of non-stop work. Why must've the stars aligned this way!?
Your husband - bless his soul - is fully dressed and is holding your little son perched on his arm, supporting his back with a hand, watching your frantic movements with sympathy.
"I don't think I'll have many spare moments either, my love. Only breaks between lessons. Let me think," the man hums, leaning Xiao’s body more onto his shoulder and reaching for his phone with a free hand. The boy wraps arms around his neck, watching you brush your hair with a pout. The plan was to spend the whole day together with mama, watching cartoons, playing, maybe going for a walk or, ideally, taking a nap, finishing it all with making dinner and welcoming papa home. Now, it seems to him, all these plans are thrown out of the window.
However, Xiao was always a very perceptive and patient kid - he sensed somehow when the situation couldn’t be helped and him throwing a fit - not like he would - would only cause more trouble. That is why he is quietly waiting for what comes next.
And finally Zhongli finds a solution.
“I’m calling Ajax. He mostly spends time at the teacher’s lounge. As far as I know he really loves kids and has several younger siblings, he should be able to handle our son. And during breaks I’ll be taking over” “Oh,” as good as it all sounds, there is an instant hesitation in your mind. “‘Li, you sure you can ask him that? It’s a big deal after all…” “I know, dear, I know. That’s why I am calling him now in advance to make sure it’s alright,” your husband dials the number of his department’s secretary and puts the phone to the ear. “I don’t even mind paying him if he agrees.”
In reality you had nothing to worry about. The gingerhead was more than willing to watch your five-year old son. Maybe willing isn’t the right word even - the young man is excited.
Zhongli is lucky to arrive before the current class ends - the less attention is drawn, the better. He collected everything he could think of to occupy Xiao during his time at the lounge in a bag, which he passes to Ajax the moment his son and him are introduced. However while the secretary is wearing a wide and kind smile, the boy is glaring up at him from under the brown bangs, boring his strikingly golden eyes in the tall figure.
“Dad, I don’t like him,” the little boy pouts, hugging his plushie even tighter and throwing daggers at the gingerhead from behind the dragon’s mane.
“Ouch, little guy,” with a dramatic gasp, the young man clutches the shirt on his chest and presses the back of his hand to the forehead. “How will I live? Hated by Mr Rex-Lapis’ son…”
“Now, now, Xiao,” Zhongli gently pats his head, bending down to look into his eyes and finding displeasure there. “It’s only for today, baby. Me and mom are really sorry for not spending time with you today. I promise that soon I’ll be home for two whole weeks.”
To that the boy’s eyes widen.
“Two weeks… That’s fourteen days?”
“That’s right, sweety.”
“That’s a lot!” He jumps, elated by the news, no trace of dissatisfaction written over his cute smiling face.
“Haha, it is, dear.”
“Wow, Mr Rex-Lapis, your son is really smart!” The secretary stopped playing hurt, instead clapping his hands together in praise and nodding his head in approval. “How old is he?”
“He is five. Yes, he learns really fast.”
“No wonder, he has you and your wife as parents.”
The remaining 20 minutes before his first lecture Zhongli spends in attempts to make his son comfortable not only around Ajax, but also at the new place as well. All that time Xiao doesn’t let go of his ever-present companion - a toy dragon, which he is hugging close to his chest. He politely greets every professor that comes to the lounge, which makes the secretary’s jaw drop since he is the only one who’s been initially rejected and, Zhongli can swear, he saw his boy smirking in the toy’s fluffy mane.
Other professors can’t help but mention how much the son resembles the father, even making small talk with the boy, whom they’ve only heard about before or seen in the framed picture of your family on Zhongli’s desk. By how polite (sorry, Ajax) and shyly sweet he is Xiao quickly becomes everyone’s favorite, pockets currently full with all kinds of treats.
When it’s time to go, the man kisses Xiao’s forehead goodbye, promising to be back in an hour and a half for a break, and grabs the materials. Once he leaves alongside his colleagues, Xiao sighs and, ignoring his temporary caretaker, moves to the bag his dad left, starting to dig out all the candies to put them into its side pocket.
“Whatcha doin’, little guy?” The young man is at his side in two long strides, curiously watching the boy’s actions. Xiao gives him a side eye, before deeming the question plausible and turning back to his task.
“I don’t want them right now. I’ll bring them home and share with mom and dad.”
“I am sure they’ll like that,” Ajax hums, busying himself with the contents of the main section. “Oh, would you look at that! It seems that your dad packed some coloring books, toys and… oh, puzzles! You like puzzles?”
The boy quietly nods. Tiptoeing, he tries to see the two boxes his temporary caretaker is holding, and the young man immediately crouches down to let him look.
“This one is new,” Xiao finally points to the box in his left hand. Ocean blue eyes skim over the picture of a phoenix, drawn in a simple yet elegant style. Yes, that definitely looks like something Mr Rex-Lapis would’ve bought for his child’s entertainment.
“Alright, let's get you behind your dad's desk,” golden eyes sparkle and a glimpse of wonder appears on the boy’s face. Dad showed him his own space at the lounge; it's tidy and organized, with all the necessities sorted inside the drawers and some notes and pictures pinned to the corkboard on the wall to the left. He wants to see them closer!
His caretaker drags the chair back, but climbing on it Xiao performs himself. As Ajax is humming something while tearing off the tape on the puzzle box, the boy turns to look at the photos Mr Rex-Lapis has on display. It’s so funny, really - not so long ago this little fella’s father was an image of reserve to students, no one knew who his wife was or the fact he had two kids. The secretary remembers how just half a year ago he used to be among those only ones who knew of the professor’s secret (which, in reality, wasn’t a secret at all). Why hasn't he ever spilled any info to the students who adore him?
Well, what fun would’ve been in it?
“Is that your big sister?” Xiao quickly glances up, taking notice of how the tall (but not as tall as dad) man hovers over where he is sitting and points at one of the pictures. The boy looks at it again.
“...yes. It’s Ganyu.”
“I have a sister too,” the fond expression on that freckle-covered face and a seemingly lightened color of those ocean-blue eyes disarms the five-year old a little. He blinks, waiting for what more he can tell. “Not one actually. Oh, and I have brothers too. One is your age, by the way!”
“Doesn’t it get too… loud?” Small hands reach for the carton box, lifting the lid.
“It does, in a good way though. But when our two huskies join in on the fun… Let’s just say it’s a good thing we have our own house.”
“You have dogs? That’s so cool! I want to have a pet too,” Xiao unceremoniously empties the contents onto the table, yet carefully places the lid with the picture against the monitor of the computer. “Mom promised that when I get older, they’ll buy me a bird.”
“Oh? You love those?”
“Mhm… Maybe we’ll buy something as pretty as…” he pauses, looking at the fiery bird. Ajax quickly realizes the struggle.
“A fo-nuhks,” Xiao prompts.
“Yeah… A fee-niks.”
As the minutes tick by, the boy’s initial hostility seems to evaporate. He still doesn’t talk unnecessarily much, but he does talk to Ajax, so that's progress. He is quite quick to finish the puzzles, and his temporary caretaker makes sure to praise the child. They talk a bit more about their respective families, Xiao even introduces him to his dragon companion. And the gingerhead picks the small fox-shaped keychain his elder sister knitted for him to play toy pals.
For another half an hour it manages to entertain the boy, but as the end of the class is nearing, he grows more and more distracted, glancing either at the door or the clock hanging high on the wall. It’s not hard to guess he is missing his father and is anticipating his return, but both Zhongli and Ajax can do nothing to just speed the time.
What professor can do though, is excusing his class ten minutes earlier, quite happy they got to get through all the material he prepared for this lecture. Bidding the students goodbye, he locks the door of the auditorium with his suitcase inside and puts the key in the pocket of his fancy vest to come back in twenty minutes.
When Zhongli enters the teacher’s lounge, he finds the secretary showing his son something on his own laptop. However, once Xiao’s eyes spot his dad’s figure in the doorframe, the little guy is down from his chair and running all the way to the man.
“Dad!” Mr Rex-Lapis barely has time to close the door and scoot down to catch his son, who nearly bumps into his legs, threatening the man’s balance. Finally in his arms, with his own tiny ones tightly wrapped around strong neck, the carbon copy of Zhongli happily smiles and Ajax has to rub his eyes to make sure he is not hallucinating. Wow, this boy can smile like that (sorry, my guy, you are just not his favorite, though now tolerable at least).
“Hello, Xiao,” Zhongli plants an affectionate kiss on his son’s cheek. “I see you’ve missed me,” the words are answered with eager nods. “Did you have fun with Ajax?” At least some of it.
The gingerhead lifts his eyebrow when the boy looks back at him, holds the gaze of ocean blue eyes for a moment, and then turns to his father once more.
“I suppose.”
The older man has to clear his throat with a polite cough so as not to break into a smile at the image of the assistant's slack jaw.
“That’s good, my dear.”
“Are we coming home now?” His son wonders, fingers playing with the longer locks of dark brown. Unfortunately, the answer is a dejected sigh.
“I am afraid we are not yet, sweety. But mommy texted me recently that she’ll be able to come get you after my second lecture. And then I’ll have one more.”
At the promise of you soon arriving to take him home, Xiao’s just building pout quickly disappeared. It’s okay, he can wait for a little bit longer. And that fox-like man isn’t bad, his company is quite nice. He even showed him some pictures of his family - almost all of them are ginger. Oh, and he promised to download some simple games onto his dad’s computer so he could play. And he still has his coloring books back there and he believes he saw you packing a small book - there is plenty to entertain him with.
Only for all these thoughts and motivation to be shuttered when someone knocked on the door and a second later some student’s head pushed through the gap. None of the three people currently present in the room could’ve anticipated what a black hole is about to be opened.
“Good afternoon, is Mr Rex-La- Oh, professor, you are here! We were wondering if we could take the key to leave our bags inside? As always? Oh, hey kiddo- Wait, a kid???”
“Dad, who is it?”
“DAD!?”
Before anyone could do anything, loud gasps break their way into the lounge. It appeared that almost the whole group was standing in the hall and heard everything crystally clear. Of course students are curious. Of course, they know about professor Rex-Lapis’ kid - the news and that cute picture from an online lecture were still the talk of the whole faculty just a couple of months ago. Of course, they want to see those sweet cheeks for crying out loud!
Ajax is the one who has to get everyone who does not belong in the room out and calm them all down as more than a dozen youngsters beg and plead with Zhongli to bring his baby boy to the lecture. And the said baby boy doesn’t help the situation either, looking at his father with those striking eyes, silently asking to stay with him. “I’m gonna sit very-very quiet,” he even promises.
Is it really a surprise that Xiao ends up sitting at his dad’s desk with his coloring books while the man is reading a lecture? (Students almost crumbled when their tall, handsome, enigmatic history professor walked into the auditorium with his son’s tiny hand clasped in his? Look, he even had to bend his body a little to do so!)
And, as much as students want to gush all over their favorite professor’s small-sized carbon copy, they keep their best behavior, because the situation gives the “once in a century” vibes and they’d be damned to destroy the magic of the moment.
Well, maybe a little, because the smallest interactions between Zhongli and his son as the man lets his students finish writing down information from the current slide are mind-blowing. Groupchat-blowing too.
Even cuter the whole occurrence becomes when the boy stops drawing and lifts his head, curious of what his dad is speaking about. He turns slightly in order to see the presentation, golden eyes skimming over the pictures and words, though he does not understand most of it. But it’s alright though - he can listen to his father instead.
Zhongli is pleasantly surprised when no one can answer one of his revision questions and Xiao lifts his hand, giving him the answer he wanted (he misspells the word a little, sure, but he knew the right response nonetheless). Aaaand that’s probably when the students finally lose it.
By the time the lesson is over and Zhongli meets with you in the teacher’s lounge to pass your very happy and very proud son to you so you two could be on your merry way home, the man feels a little drained. Nothing that can’t be fixed by your tender cheek kiss and soft rubbing on his back, but he still exhales heavily and swears that when he comes home, you are in for a new story.
And by what Ajax had time to tell while you’ve been waiting, you're sure it’s going to be a hilarious one.
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taglist: @meimeimeirin Cause I remember how you once said you'd love to see more of this AU
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meowanian · 6 months
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“scara! please, just once!” you said with a whine.
“no. fucking. way.” he said with a stoic voice.
it was a nice, cold evening where you and your boyfriend were preparing for a date. it was peaceful and domestic…till you began to beg at him about how he have to wear that purple cardigan with little his initials on it you crocheted for him.
“please, please, please, plea-“ you started to repeat the words again as if it wasn’t enough.
“i said no.”
“but, but, but it will look sooo pretty!” you said, whining again.
“no.”
but then you stopped suddenly, face down and sad as you mutter a little “okay, sorry for nagging.”
“y/n-“ you cut off his words.
“no, no! it’s really okay. you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” you said with a smile this time.
now he was feeling bad.
“ah,” he sighed in defeat. “i will wear it.”
“you really don’t have to-“ now it was his turn to cut off your words.
“i am going to wear it because i want to.” he said like he wasn’t the one who said no three seconds ago.
“thank you, love. it really means so much to me.”
“i know, i saw how much time and effort you put into it. it is one if a kind-“
“no, it’s not.” you said.
“what-“ he asked, confused.
“i made one for myself too.”
“y/n, i swear to god-“
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shiro-00s · 11 months
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heaven on earth ✭ ˎˊ-
ft. social media au ⸝⸝ idol!xiao x fem!reader
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synopsis ; — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao keept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?
genre — 5wirl band au, next door neighbour (apartment but same thing), slow-burn, fluff, crack, angst (at some point yea), modern au, flirty x shy trope, sfw, includes writing ✰
staus — on-going
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PROFILES — sleep deprived workaholics / an(emo) qties
table of contents !
00. prologue .. once upon a time ✮
01. cupid meter !
02. information acquired !
03. gift from stranger !
04. communication is key ✮
05. gift for stranger !
06. pride or nice !
07. unwinding !
08. a new number !
09. out of character !
10. unfamiliar warmth ✮
11. yet !
12. surely a dinner !
13. who he really is !
14. free tickets !
15. hint of the past !
16. arrivals !
17. face-to-face ✮
18. stupid scandal !
19. knock knock !
20. drastic measures !
21. mission accomplished !
22. war is over !
23. second date !
24. picture perfect ✮
25. enlighten us !
26. father-son bond !
27. maternal instinct !
28. family business !
29. a routine !
30. suffocating room !
31. oh no !
32. battlefield !
33. unwanted encounters ✮
34. at fault !
35. exciting news !
36. welcome back !
37. no denial !
38. square one !
39. oblivious !
40. a dumbass !
41. one step closer !
42. hand in marriage !
43. code red !
TAGLIST [OPEN] — @mikctp @ghostlysyntaxed @kazemiya @nnasv @gojoandelsalovechilde @candy-purple-cyanide @kissingkzuha @zyilas @lunaavity @luminescent-light @mave-in @rizakari @riikyu @kokoscutie @starsxnight @sketcheeee @softlie @izakyun @xiaxilia @the-sweet-madame
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mayaree-darling · 3 months
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Hi i've been binging some of your fics recently and im in love! I saw that you had requests open so I was wondering if you could do scaramouche x fem reader but where reader dresses in jojifuku or other known as cutecore and scaramouche dresses in a baggy 'cool' way and reader gets made fun of for dressing differently?
of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes // scaramouche (modern au)
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pairing: Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader
synopsis: look, you may be a cute ball of pastels that can test scaramouche's patience, but you're HIS cute pastel lover. but if anyone messes with you, it's okay - his hands were made to be thrown.
from aree: for @amia-69: thanks for requesting and i hope this was satisfactory. i had too much fun with this so i hope you don't mind if it's a tad long with more scenes than you requested. i also made this a bit more feel-good by being a little silly but it’s still mostly serious, i hope you don't mind!
content: slight stalking and bullying scenario (be warned if triggering); very annoyed Scara means swearing; i'm in silly writer mode rn so this is a mix of crack and serious writing; slightly unhinged reader but hey so is scaramouche; praying this ain't OOC; fully accepted this is cringe; fem reader
fic length: 4k~ (unedited)
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Scaramouche isn't dumb. He can tell anyone who sees him is asking it in their head.
How the fuck did you two end up together?
There was nothing soft looking about him besides the hair he inherited from his mother. He was his mother but with sharper lines, edges, and words. His eyes were almost a permanent glare if he didn't look bored or annoyed at everyone and everything. He always seemed to wear dark clothing, accompanied by the right amount of chains or belts here and there to complete the look, but they suited him nicely. If anything, he wore them best than most. If he wore anything less than clothes that didn't hang off his body  he looked uncomfortable. Didn't mean he didn't hear enough older people talking about his choice of clothes though.
So when he first stood next to you on the fruits and vegetables aisle at the grocery store, he realized how you two stood at different ends of the fashion spectrum. He was there with his mother for their weekly food restock and ended up getting left behind when he went to check something on his phone (typical. How may times had this happened?) When he blinked, gone was his mom, and there beside him stood you, looking at a bunch of melons.
"This shit's overpriced, the hell." you grumble it under your breath, but Scaramouche heard it loud and clear. The snort he lets out isn't unnoticed by you and you turn to him, eyebrows raised. You look at him up and down before your eyes land back to his, and he frowns.
Goddamn it, here we go. He's heard his mom talk his ear off about the clothes this morning and he wasn't gonna hear it from anyone else. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss you to next Tuesday, but you beat him to it.
"I like the eyeliner," Scaramouche stares at you incredulously, and almost as a final nail into the coffin that he heard you right, you nod in approval. You tilt your head to the side. "I gotta say though. I think eyeshadow would look a lot better. Maybe... red? Just a bit at the corners. It would look a lot nice with your eye color and would make them pop considering you wear a lot of dark shades."
Scaramouche gapes at you. He's used to getting cussed out or getting the occasional talking to about his choices in life, but fashion advice was the last thing he expected to get from some stranger in the fruits aisle.
"Thanks..." he eventually lets out. He finally takes a moment to look you up and down and wonders how the hell did he not notice you sooner when you stood out from everything like a sore thumb.
Scaramouche didn't know there were so many shades of pink in the world. Or maybe he never noticed since he never wore clothes like that, and if he was honest, he spent time with people who didn't wear that color at all. Seeing it now was like a jumpscare, just a lot softer considering it's not like you posed any actual threat but slightly still as surprising considering people randomly approaching him first was so rare. If you weren't wearing a shade of pink, you were wearing some pastel shade of another color. Pastel blue, pastel purple, white lace here and there. The skirt you wore was so frilly you looked like you were walking around with a pink cloud. You looked... soft. That was the best summary Scaramouche could put together in the amount of time he gave you a once over.
You looked like everything he was not.
"I like... the frills," he inwardly cringed the moment he said it, but he ended up just frowning at you. It was your damn fault for putting him in this position in the first place so why the hell was he the one suffering. It's not his fault he wasn't good at giving other people compliments.
You laugh, and Scaramouche wasn't sure whether he should be glad you didn't take it to heart or be offended that he actually tried his best to give you a compliment only to be shot down. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."
Scaramouche just frowned deeper. Now it feels like you're saying he can't give out a compliment at all. He looks you up and down again and just says what comes to his head on the spot. "You look like the cotton candy sold at the fair across the street. Actually, I think you're a lot more pink than that stuff, but still lighter? Can't tell accurately with how many shades you got going on."
He must've said something good enough for you because you're grinning at him the next second. "That's one of the nicer ones people have said to me."
Scaramouche looks at you in disbelief. "How is that even remotely nice?"
"Well, for one, I know you mean that sincerely. Second, I'll have you know I worked hard to get pretty vibrant pinks that weren't too hard on the eyes, so thanks for confirming that!"
"You made that?" You nod, and Scaramouche nods back slowly in approval, actually impressed. "Not bad."
Your eyes land on his watch and you jolt, looking at the time on your phone. You pick a random melon even when he sees you scowl at the price tag and put it into your basket. Nodding once more to him, you turn around and leave. But as he watches you round the corner, you're running back to his side once more before he can even turn away. The sudden look of alarm on your face, so different from the grin and laughter you had on earlier, immediately has him on edge.
"Please help me," you whisper, but there was no one else in the aisle besides a mother and her baby at the far end. He frowns and looks to the side.
"Do I look like I help people." it came out harsher than he intended, but didn't he give you more than he was already willing to give any other stranger? Now you were just taking advantage of him.
"I need a scary dog right now," you said it so casually and seriously he wasn't sure he heard you right. But your voice echoed correctly in his head and he actually takes a step away from you, face incredulous.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" he scoffs, not sure if he was supposed to be offended or it was a compliment from you in some weird way. "The pet shop is right next door. Go get a dog there."
"Please. You know what I mean." you look at him pleadingly and he looks away. No, no, he was not gonna break first. This wasn't his business to deal with. He's done enough for people for the day. Nope.
"Again, go look for that somewhere else. Don't you have a boyfriend to help with this kinda thing?"
You roll your eyes and Scaramouche has half a mind to smack you silly. "If I did, you think I'd be going up to strangers for help?"
"So this is a regular thing, huh?" he takes a step back and you take a step towards him.
"Of course not, you expect this kinda thing to happen sometimes. But I don't want to hide away just ‘cause some people couldn't stay away and mind their own damn business," you shuffle from one foot to another. You cast a hesitant look behind you. His eyes follow.
"What are you even-" he stops. In the corner where he last saw you turn, a hooded man hovered over the bread aisle. For a shelf that only had five pieces of loaves left he was taking his time picking, so that only meant one thing. Scaramouche watched as the man glanced over once in your direction before seemingly turning back to the bread with fake focus.
"I thought I was imagining it. But he’s giving me the evil eyes," your voice is a whisper again.
That's unpleasant. Scaramouche straightened his posture and looked at you directly. If it's a scary dog you needed then so be it.
"What are you waiting for, then?" his voice was loud, not enough to be too distracting, but enough to carry over to the asshole who decided to be a creep for the day. Scaramouche kept his eyes on you. "You need anything else? I got the car running. Let's go if you're ready."
You look up at him like he was a fucking hero and Scaramouche all but does his best to not look as pompous as he felt. He sees the guy step back a little from his view, most likely thinking twice about following you when you're suddenly with company. He all but stares the fucker down until he leaves his line of sight.
Scaramouche breathes a short sigh of relief and he sees you do the same. He wanted to leave it at that, but if the guy was planning to follow you around the mall, he'd probably stick around a bit more. So fucking annoying. Not you, though. Although you were a bit annoying, you've probably been through more today than he had. He takes your wrist lightly.
"Where to next? I have family waiting outside."
You smile, relaxed and familiar. He holds your wrist, but you guide him around the store for a few other things before heading to the counter. When you leave the shop, plastic bags in hand, he motions for you to head to the parking lot and you follow albeit hesitantly, only visibly relaxing when you see a woman standing by a car who looks eerily similar to your rescuer.
"Oh? You have a friend." Scaramouche bites back the retort that almost slips past his lips. What did she mean by that? Of course he had friends. He'd never introduce them to her and her to them but he preferred keeping those two sides of his life away from each other.
"She had a bit of a problem and needed some help," she looks at you once and back to him. She gives him a knowing look but Scaramouche could swear on his grave that what she was thinking was vastly different from what was really going on.
"I see. Will your friend be joining us for dinner?" she looks at you with a soft smile and you return it. Scaramouche has half a mind to facepalm himself, he thanks what shred of patience he has left that he doesn't because you give him a glance.
"Thank you for the offer, but I should really be heading home," you turn to him fully and take the plastic bags from him. "Thanks for... helping me."
He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, you give him a knowing nod before quickly walking away. He watches you walk a few paces before he hears his mom clear her throat. He looks to her, already scowling.
"Don't tell me you're just gonna let her go like that?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Ei sighs. "At least make sure she gets a ride? If you walked her all the way over here, I can guess you wanted to give her a ride home. But that's out of the question now."
"Why are you so invested in this anyway? I just met her today."
"Oh, really? I thought you already knew each other." Ei hums as she rummages her purse for the keys. "You look like a pair. Not quite sure what kind, but definitely a pair of something. I think she’s rather cute."
He curses silently before jogging to catch up to you. He finds you standing by the bus stop. When you turn to him, you smile.
"Thanks for helping me again."
"You know I was planning on dropping you off at your place, right? Thought that was kinda clear with what I said at the grocery."
"Nah. I'd bothered you enough. Don't wanna bother your sister either." you grin at him, shuffling from foot to foot again, now with a pep in your step.
"First off, that was my mom, not my sister." you repeat the word 'mom' silently before looking at him with barely suppressed admiration, and Scaramouche barely holds himself back from groaning. "Second, it's fine. You're not scared that guy's gonna follow you home?"
"I'll be in a bus full of people. If he tries anything I'll scream my head off." you laugh. Scaramouche can hear a shred of doubt in your voice, but he doesn't say anything else. There's a pause of silence before you look at him from the corner of your eye and hum. "Y'know. I don't know how to properly thank you."
He waves you off. "Forget about it."
"How about I treat you?" you turn to him fully, like he just didn't brush you off. "I know a cafe by the train station that makes really good matcha lattes."
"What makes you think I even like matcha?" he sighs, but he thinks about it for a second. And then another second. Scaramouche blinks before he turns to you with a deadpan face. "You're just trying to take advantage of my scary dog privilege or whatever you call it."
"Maybe? Who knows?"you grin mischievously. "I'm serious about treating you to a meal, though. I owe you one. If you want you can just take the meal and forget about ever seeing me again."
Scaramouche sighs. Surely, it wouldn't hurt...?
"Alright then. When's our date?" You blink at him in surprise before laughing.
When people ask him how you two got together, he says you treated him to matcha for saving your life and you just hit it off. When they ask you to confirm, you excitedly show a picture of the two of you in the cafe of your first date. Should anyone try to mention the foam of milk from the matcha latte gathered around the top of his lips or the cat ears you had graciously edited onto the top of his head, Scaramouche is quick to silence them with a murderous look, almost the very same one he has on in the picture.
Some might think why doesn’t he just ask you to stop showing the photo to people? It’s enough for you to confirm that you got together over drinks, end of story. But as he watches and listens to you recount how you met again, the smile on your lips and the laughter that slips past and the grin as you show all the pictures - he can’t imagine saying no.
Why would he make you stop when you’re so happy?
That’s what he thinks now, as he sees the frown on your face.
He thought people already understood. He let you tell the story over and over even though it got on his nerves time and time again because it made you happy, yes, but also so people saw who they were messing with if they ever even thought of messing with you. This city was a small one - if people didn’t know him from his mother, they surely have heard of him and his friends. This city was the kind where word travelled fast if you were even in any social circle. If not for that, they would have surely seen him walking around with you with all the places you wanted to see.
He underestimated how dumb people could be.
matcha | are you close? Scary Dog <3 | give me a couple of minutes. Just got out the bus matcha | ok | um not to pressure u | can you hurry | just a bit | sorry
Scaramouche rolled his eyes before frowning. He pocketed his phone and all but jogged to the park. From a distance, he could see two guys in front of the bench he was sure was where you were supposed to meet. It was the bench he and you stopped at to exchange numbers, so it became a place that meant a lot to you. When he was close, the group of guys looked at his direction, snickering, before heading to the next bench over. Finally, he has a perfect view of you, your head down, holding on to your drink and phone like a lifeline. His drink almost lay forgotten beside you.
He quickly grabbed the drink from your side and sat beside you. From the corner of his eye, he can see the group of guys stealing glances at the both of you, not even trying to hide their laughter and sneers. He’s gripping his drink almost as hard as you were.
“You’re here,” you smile at him, but as quickly as it’s on your face it drops back to a wobbly frown and you look away. “Sorry if I made you hurry, I-”
“What happened? Did they do anything to you?” his voice comes out in a rush but it’s soft, as comforting as he can muster with the situation at hand. He can feel his blood boiling, his senses on high alert.
“No, no, they were just being mean and annoying and I-” you shakily pocket your phone and hold on to his hand. He can feel you shaking and he grit his teeth.
“What did they do? What the fuck did they say?” he was gripping onto the cup so tight he would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t broken yet if he wasn’t so focused on you.
“Nothing important.” he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt, but to make sure you know that he’s here now. You didn’t need to hide anything from him. You just need to tell him. You look up at him and purse your lips. “They just said-”
He hears laughter and immediately whips his head towards the two guys, feeling absolutely feral. The closest one sitting on the edge of the bench flinches for a second, before he meets his glare with a sneer.
“I was wondering what kind of parents would leave their little princess walking around alone like that,” the guy smirks and Scaramouche can feel you flinch under his touch. “But another kid just showed up to pick them up. Where are your parents, kiddies?”
The two guys laugh and Scaramouche can feel his teeth crack with how hard he was biting down. He stands up but you hold on to his hand.
“Just let it go. Let’s just get out of here.” you mumble to him, but the guys heard perfectly.
“Let’s just get out of here~” the other guy copies your voice, all high pitched and mocking and everything that Scaramouche knew you were very much not. “She dresses like a little princess and sounds like one. Aren’t you too old for that?”
They howl with laughter and slowly, Scaramouche feels you let go of him. He looks to you, concerned, but you meet his eyes, your face blank but he knows that look.
Go for it.
With quick strides he’s right beside their bench. They stop for a moment to look at him.
He looks at the matcha latte in his hand and sighs.
What a waste of a drink. You got it for him, too.
“What are you- ARGH!” Scaramouche shakes the cup empty of all it’s content, making sure that each of the guys’ heads had at least a bit of the matcha drink. But Scaramouche was sure he got them both - it was a large drink, after all.
“Pick on someone your own size, you lil’-” the man closest to him goes to stand, but just as he does, Scaramouche raises his own leg and drives a kick right on his knees.
*CRACK*
The man screams in pain, forced to his knees and tending to his newly acquired wound. The other guy stands to try and help, but his form quickly falters as Scaramouche takes one step towards him, eyes blazing. The man doesn’t move, too frightened, as Scaramouche leans down to the man on the ground.
“There you go. Now we’re the same height.”
Scaramouche feels a pull on the back of his shirt and he’s ready to throw his arm back to punch when he sees you. He lets you pull him and you make a break for it as he hears the man crying in pain behind him.
Trees turn to buildings around you both as you leave the park and head to the city center, stopping only when you’re sure the coast is clear. You both take in large breaths of air after running for so long, but even the silence does nothing to make him realize the gravity of what just happened. That’s not the case for you, though.
“Oh, God, I didn’t think you’d do that. The drink, yeah, but...” you say between breaths. You take a shaky laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Was the kick really necessary, though?”
Was that necessary? Scaramouche knew the answer for himself. He walks closer to you.
Why would he let anyone destroy whatever you two had going on? You came as a pair.
"Scara, what are you-" he stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. There's a pause before he lifts his hand and flicks your forehead.
"Talk smack, get whacked."
"I didn't even say anything! And why are you hitting me?!"
There’s a pause as he runs his teeth over his lower lip.
“Hey… you.”
“Wow, I thought by now you knew my name,” you sneer at him. “You telling me you still don’t know it?”
He inhales before he says your name softly. You gape at him, suddenly aware of how serious he’s gotten. “You’re happy with… yourself, right…?”
“Of course I am. That’s not even worth asking about,” there’s a doubtful look on your face, but not because of your answer. Your apprehension stems from where this conversation was going.
“Keep being happy, then.” Scaramouche rubs the knuckles of your hand with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your palm. He smirks at you. “If anyone else says otherwise, a drink over their head and broken kneecaps are the least of their concerns.”
“Now, come on,” he doesn’t let go of your hand and you make no mention of it. “We still gotta stop by Nahida’s, right?”
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❀BONUS❀
“Your mom’s gonna kill us when she finds out what you did.”
“Nah. She’d be fine with it.” Scaramouche scoffs.
“Find out what?” Ei appears by the kitchen doorway and looks at you both expectantly. You turn to Scaramouche, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn’t flinch or even stop chopping the melon.
“I poured a drink over some guy who said Matcha was acting too much like a kid,” Scaramouche answers easily, passing you a melon slice. “Also might have broken their knee, but we didn’t get to see.”
“I’m really sorry, Ms. Ei-”
“That’s it?” Ei leans on the kitchen counter and to your surprise, looks at Scaramouche with disappointment. “You should’ve broken a bone or two more.”
You blink as they continue talking about how best to have handled the situation; all their solutions involved hurting someone.
Well, you guess Scaramouche must have had to got it from someone in the family.
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✨ Masterlist ✨
Taglist: 💛@wonpielle 💜@shikanosn
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.
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scarafvcker · 7 months
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synopsis: kunikuzushi can’t take his eyes off of your hands while you play guitar (i.e. he wants you so bad i want him so bad)
cws: handjob, blowjob, cumshot, kinda bratty!kunikuzushi, he’s also a switch kinda, gn!reader
word count: 2300+
a/n: inspired by a c.ai bot!! i was supposed to be working on my drafts while i was shadowbanned but i didn’t LMFAO
in the comfort of his garage, the indigo-haired boy wasn’t the haughty scaramouche of the small city’s band. in the comfort of his garage, the indigo-haired boy was just kunikazushi—the brash yet soft-spoken boy whom you’ve known since middle school. and as he sat in the comfort of his garage, drumming away at the drum set in front of him, his eyes were glued on you as you stood there, strumming away at your electric guitar, too lost in the music to feel his gaze burning into you.
the sounds of your practice was muffled to any outside ears by the numerous padding stretching over all four walls of the garage—a request from his mother when the band had first started up. practice was a lot quieter today, the lack of the other five members of the band was glaringly obvious and kunikuzushi was conflicted. the lack of venti’s boisterous laughter and heizou’s teasing antics was a nice change in pace, however with his attention not being diverted amongst his other band mates, his full attention was on you.
he’d spent years wondering about your hands, wondering about how smooth they look despite the amount of times you’ve plucked your guitar until you’ve bled on stage. his thoughts distracted him one too many times, playing the wrong drum at the wrong moment and completely messing up the beat for the fifth time this session. he lets out a disgruntled sigh, shaking the thoughts from his head while he reaches up to stop the cymbals’ mocking rings. he looked over at you with an apologetic look, his eyes wandering over your figure as you slid your guitar strap off of yourself.
“sorry, sorry.. i’m a little distracted today,” he muttered while he watched you put down your guitar and walk over to him. he could barely look you in the eye, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and pulling it down to cover up the tent growing in his shorts. that look you gave him sent a shiver down his spine. you were always like this—so confident and teasing and it’s no wonder why you were the second most popular member of the band, following closely after your smooth talking, blonde band mate.
“oh? sorry for what, kuni?” your voice held a teasing lilt as you spoke his name causing him to grumble once again. you let out an amused hum, leaning against the wall beside him and crossing your arms over yourself. his eyes flickered to your hands once again while they resting on your arms before darting back up to your face. you still wore that knowing smirk that never ceases to make his blood boil and rush to his cock, “sorry for checking out my fingers?”
kunikuzushi let out an exasperated grumble, “you noticed? damn it..” he slid a hand down his face with a groan, “sorry. shit- i’m so sorry.” he felt like a loser and a complete pervert for getting so worked up over something as simple as your fingers.
he shut his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, listening as a soft snicker left your lips. of course you knew—what did he expect? nothing seemed to escape your eyes, especially not when it comes to him. what he didn’t expect however was your fingers gently grazing over his jaw, tracing down his jawline before firmly taking his chin between your thumb and index and guiding him to face you.
his eyes shot open at your sudden advances, pupils blown wide when he looks up to see you towering over him. you wore that same devilish grin but he swore that with the way the ceiling light was blocked by your figure, you looked like you’d just descended from heaven and his thoughts were only made stronger when you leaned closer and brushed your thumb over his bottom lip. he’s thought about this exact moment enough to know where this would lead but despite that, his breath hitched the moment you began to lean in some more.
your lips touched his for a brief moment and he swore he nearly came in his shorts, letting out a soft whine when you pulled away. his face burned a bright red as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip trembling slightly. he fought the urge to chase after your lips, taking a moment to admire your features as they sat right in front of him. the lips that just kissed him were pulled up into a smirk, the eyes that always seemed to scan over him every second of every day were looking directly into his own, and the hands he’s spent everyday for the past few years thinking of were slowly inching up his leg.
his eyes were darting all over the place, shifting from your eyes to your lips to your hands in a pattern that help playing over and over again with each passing second of you sinking down to your knees. he was already hard the moment you walked into his garage but now he’s convinced his cock is gonna rip through his shorts. god, he’s so painfully erect and your teasing is driving him insane. he swears his balls are gonna burst as your fingers lightly graze up his knee and towards his throbbing erection at a pace so excruciatingly slow. you’re such a fucking tease and he’d be scowling at you right now if it weren’t for the moan he’s holding back.
his muscles tense as your fingers get higher and higher on his thigh and his jaw clenches when you start to palm him through his shorts, causing him to throb so deliciously under the fabric. his breath is slow and shallow as you continue to tease him, hitching slightly when your fingers hook under the waistband of his shorts only to snap the elastic against his hips with a smirk. he’s about to scowl at you, only to be stopped when his face contorts into a silent moan at the feeling of your fingers firmly wrapping around him through the cloth. his hips have a mind of their own as they buck upwards into your grasp, a soft groan leaving his lips, “stop fucking teasing.”
he scowls at you, his indigo eyes glaring at your widening smirk in irritation and lust. your fingers make their way into his waistband again and he’s half-expecting to feel the elastic snapping against his hips once more, only to be pleasantly surprised when you start tugging them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. your knuckles inch down his hips and down his thighs, grazing over his knees and over his calves until the fabric of his shorts are pooled at his ankles, leaving him in his shirt and boxers. your hands glide against his skin as they travel back up his legs, one hand resting right beside his throbbing cock while the other rubs his thigh ever so slightly.
he can feel his face burn a bright red, his eyes locked onto yours as you continue to tease him. your hand slowly inches towards his boxers until it finally grasps at him through the fabric, his body shivers at the touch and his cock throbs beneath the fabric. he bucks his hips up into your hand, a scowl on his face despite the deep blush. “stop fucking teasing,” he huffs, only for you to snicker and hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and snap them against his hips once again.
“you’re very demanding, kuni,” you hum, smirk still evident on your lips as you begin to pull down his boxers. he lets out a sigh of relief once his cock is free and no longer straining against the fabric, slapping up against his stomach and staining the fabric of his shirt with a drop of his precum. his about to reply with a witty comment only for his words to disappear off his tongue the moment your hand wraps around the base of his cock, a groan replacing them when your hand slowly pumps up and down his shaft while your thumb rubs at the tip. he watches as your hand moves up and down, the tips of your skilled fingers that usually have no problem reaching even the hardest notes barely touching around his girth and his pretty, pink tip throbs and leaks at the sight.
he feels like he’s losing his mind, his knuckles white from how hard he’s digging his nails into the bottom of his chair. he never thought he’d be in this situation, never thought he’d have to be holding back his own orgasm either. he’s so close to cumming already, so close to painting your face white right here and now and oh god how he wants to.. he’d love nothing more than to give in and have his cum splatter all over that pretty little face and hand of yours, maybe even watch you lick some of it off your lips but he’s not sure when this’ll happen again, if this’ll happen again so instead, he holds back.
he thinks you look perfect like this—your face so close to his throbbing cock, kneeling in front of him with one hand wrapped around his girth while the other slowly creeps up his thigh. he lets out a lustful groan when your other hand cups his balls, his full sack twitching and throbbing against your fingers. he can’t resist anymore—he bucks his hips a few times, fucking his cock into your hand while he lets out a string of breathy curses. his head is tossed back, his eyes shut tightly, and his mouth hanging open as he continues to let out the most sinful sounds.
your hand picks up the pace and he sits still in his seat once again, looking down to watch the way you jack him off—skilled fingers wrapped firmly around his girth, hand moving up and down his entire shaft, thumb sliding over his tip. “oh, fuck..” he groans, his grip tightening on his chair, “faster.” he scoffs when you do the opposite, rolling his eyes as your hands slow down. “you’re such a tease, y’know that?” he huffs, glaring down at you, “c’mon.. go faster.” despite his commanding tone, his expression is pleading for you to fist his cock again—teary eyes glaring down at you, scowling lips trembling ever so slightly, and his face dusted with a bright red.
“c’mon, will you- ohh, shit..” he cuts himself off with a groan, his eyes widening when you flick the tip of your tongue over his throbbing tip. he watches you lick his tip once again before you move your face down, eyes on his as you drag your tongue up the length of his dick. a shiver goes down his spine from all your teasing licks, a low groan emanating from his throat the longer you keep running your warm, wet tongue all over him. “enough teasing,” he huffs, bucking his hips again.
you press a kiss onto his aching cock before wrapping your lips around it and your teasing lasts for a little while longer until his self-restraint shatters. one hand lets go of his chair and resting on top of your head for a moment before pushing you down. he lets out the most sinful groan as he forces you to take the entirety of his thick cock into your mouth, his actions only spurred on as you gag and glare up at you through teary eyes. his hold on your head lets up just a bit as he groans, “i told you—enough teasing. hurry up and- ohhh, fuck..”
you immediately started bobbing your head at a fast pace, teary eyes locked onto his as you repeatedly pulling his cock out of your throat only to send it back in just a second later. he holds a hand on top of your head, his fingers buried into your hair as his hand follows your head’s bobbing. his free hand is still digging into his chair, his nails nearly puncturing the seat’s leather covering as he lets out a short string of low groans and whines, his head falling back and his eyes rolling back to match. everytime your tongue grazed over the underside of his cock—the tip of the warm muscle gliding over a thick and sensitive vein—he could feel himself getting closer and closer, feel that knot in his gut getting tighter and tighter.
you moaned with him in your mouth, the vibrations shooting up his body and causing him to whine and groan louder. your hands grip at his thighs to keep yourself stable, keeping up with your rapid pace as your eyes continue to sting with tears from the many, many times you’ve taken him into your throat. you keep trying to blink away your tears, only causing them to drip down your cheeks as the cock in your mouth gets impossibly harder at the sight. kunikuzushi curses under his breath and brings both hands up to guide your head up and down, using your throat as a toy for his own pleasure. you gag and moan, whine and cry as his cock continuously drives itself deeper and deeper into your throat and the noises only spur him on.
“fuck.. fuck, it’s so fucking good..” he moans gruffly, his cock throbbing and twitching wildly within your mouth until he pulls himself out from your mouth. he chuckles deeply as he watches you wince at the salty taste splattering onto your lips and tongue, most of his cum decorating your face, “so pretty like this, so fucking pretty like this.” he drags his fingers over your skin, gathering a bit of his cum before slipping his fingers into your mouth, moaning softly when your tongue quickly laps it all up. after a few seconds, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and wraps his hand around his stiffening cock, slapping it against your face gently before slipping it into your mouth once again.
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lunarfied · 1 year
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WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME ?; masterlist
a genshin impact scaramouche x gender neutral reader ; social media au
IMPORTANT ;;
this au is DISCONTINUED. please stop asking me to be added to the taglist and for updates, it’s not going to happen.
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SYNOPSIS ; SCARAMOUCHE and Y/N were once lovers. high school sweethearts if you will, but a week before your birthday, he broke up with you and disappeared from your life. you thought you’d never see the boy who broke your heart again until the new roommate moving in with you and your best friends happens to be none other than your ex boyfriend, KUNI.
WARNING ; this will contain slight heavy material at some parts; nothing is set in stone yet though & timestamps do not matter. all characters in this are young adults (18+) unless stated otherwise. written parts are marked with a ✎
GENRES ; friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers to exes to enemies to friends to lovers (lol) fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, social media au, modern au, college au, we will see where the vibes take us….
TAGS ; mommy issues, kinda toxic exes but it’s more of a miscommunication type thing, alcohol and drug usgae, nsfw jokes, family member death, random side ships, etc.,
STATUS ; discontinued. started [dec. 27th, 2022] and ended on [---].
PLAYLIST ; here - give it a listen pls i swear its good
TAGLIST ; closed.
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PROFILES : skittle squad + emo band
ACT ONE : first love / late spring
✎ 01 : stream start
✎ 02 : venti the dropout
03 : scara is sus
04 : uh oh
05 : i luv my boyf
✎ 06 : dinner gone questionable
✎ 07 : left on read
08 : sims stream
09: party planners
10 : huggy wuggy
✎ 11 : fucked
12 : flowers have a language?
✎ 13 : family bonding
✎ 14 — : the party
✎ 15 — : talk to me
16 — : hungover (bonus)
17 — : omori (bonus)
ACT TWO: francis forever
✎ 18 — : picnic
✎ 19 — : oops
✎ 20 — : raid shadow legends
✎ 21 — : tbd
© lunarfied : do not copy or steal my work. taking inspiration is fine as long as you ask beforehand and credit me. do not translate, repost, republish or edit without my permission.
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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓
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summary: everyone with piercings knows, you always come back for more; but this time you might have found a different reason to return again
pairing: piercer!xiao x gn!reader; feat. venti, heizou, scaramouche, kazuha, aether
warnings: piercings, tattoos, needles; xiao in *that* top yes that’s a warning; xiao with piercings and tattoos that is definitely a warning; this is purely self-indulgent and i couldn’t be any less sorry; i simp for xiao, so the reader does too; this is my xiao, everyone back off >///&lt;
a/n: deep down i always knew i had to write this but @kazu-sun slapped me awake yesterday, scara and al-haitham just had to take a backseat; since this xiao is absolutely superior and occupies most of my brain space, i kind of want to turn this into a series or at least write more for this; also considering writing for all of the boys within this ‘universe’
modern au series || genshin impact masterlist
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It was hard not to get excited with how your best friend, Venti, was dragging you along, his giggles making your own bubble over.
“Come on!! Hurry up!!” He giggled, pulling your arm further towards him. “Ohh, I can’t wait for you to meet the guys!!”
“Aren’t we here so I can get a piercing?” you mused. 
“That too,” Venti replied cheekily. “I’ve wanted to introduce you guys for ages now, let me have some fun.”
You had always had a particular weakness for your friend and were never able to be upset with him in the first place. The only problem was that he knew it too and had no shame using it to rope you into all sorts of trouble. 
So, when you told him you were contemplating getting another piercing, he was over the moon, hyping you up and already calling his friends to schedule an appointment at their studio. Somehow it seemed Venti was more excited than you and you didn’t find the heart to stump his enthusiasm. Besides, having someone who supported you so fully was really reassuring and stopped you from going back and forth on your decision as usual.
Said someone was currently giving you his brightest grin as he pushed open the glass door to a modern piercing and tattoo studio. With the chime of the bell, 4 heads snapped into your direction; 3 were looking up from their work in the lounge while a white haired man  poked his head into the hallway.
“Ah Venti, you’re finally here.” A long-haired blond was smiling at your friend from behind a counter, clicking away at a keyboard. “And you must be his best friend? Nice to meet you, Venti already told us loads about you.”
“Yeah, he basically didn’t shut up,” someone scoffed. It was a guy with dark blue hair cut in a style you didn’t think anyone else could pull off. Turning back to his work and only showing you the back of his head, you saw a sliver of ink peek from beneath his collar.
“Oh don’t be like that, Scaramouche,” an auburn-haired man sniggered. When he looked over to you it was hard not to be drawn in by his bright olive eyes, accentuated by a mole underneath each one. “I’m Heizou. The grump over there is Kunikuzushi but he goes by his artist name most of the time. Don’t mind him, he always gets like that when he’s working on something.”
“If everyone’s introducing themselves, I don’t want to miss out. My name’s Aether.” He beckoned you over, handing you a few papers. “You’re here for a new piercing, right? I just need you to fill out these. How are you feeling? Did you eat and drink enough?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sliding the forms back over the counter, you gave him a timid smile. “I can’t help but get a little nervous every time though.”
“That’s alright. You’re in good hands here, I promise.” Aether’s soft way of speaking helped ground you a little again. “Plus, you have a cool new piercing to look forward to, can’t blame you for getting excited.”
“Speaking of which,” Venti sing-songed as he threw an arm around you, “which one of you will have the honours of stabbing my bestie’s ear with a needle?~”
Elbowing him in the ribs, you murmured a low “You’re not helping, you know.”
Pointedly ignoring Heizou’s cheeky ‘I certainly wouldn’t mind’, Aether rolled up a newspaper and gave Venti a light-hearted twack on the head “Nobody’s getting stabbed in our studio, you idiot. But to answer your question, we scheduled them with Xiao.” Addressing you, he added “Xiao is our best piercer, he’s got lots of experience. You won’t feel a thing.”
��Oohhh~” your friend cooed. “Hehe, it’s true though, Xiao’s really good at it. He did most of my piercings too.”
At that you relaxed a little, although nerves were still thrumming through you. Seeing a new piercer for the first time always added more restlessness to your mind but you were willing to trust your friend’s appraisal and Aether sounded genuine as well. That was when a smooth, low voice cut through your thoughts.
“Yes, and you’re always one of my most annoying clients.” Whirling around, you came face to face with a young man, his black and teal hair tied into a messy ponytail, leaving only his bangs to frame his face, half of which was covered by a black mask. It only served to highlight the intense amber eyes scrutinising you from head to toe and back up. As he turned his face towards the blond behind the counter, the studio lights reflected off the multiple piercings decorating his ears. “And you, stop lying to our customers. It’s a piercing, of course it’s going to sting.”
While Xiao and Aether were bickering about ‘soothing a client’s nerves’, your heart rate skyrocketed and you were surprised the muscle still sat within your rib cage. This guy was undeniably the hottest man you had ever seen. And when he shrugged off his jacket to reveal an elaborate sleeve tattoo, it didn’t help your case. The view on the art was granted to you by the sleeveless, high-neck, tight-fitted black top perfectly showing off his defined muscles.
You were about to tell Aether you weren’t feeling so good today after all, surprised you hadn’t fainted yet. It probably wasn’t ideal that you could feel all your blood rushing to your head, heating your cheeks and ears. But then again… you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Not that Venti would let you anyway.
“Whatever,” Xiao scoffed. Extending one hand towards you, the other went to take off his mask, revealing that the other half of his face was just as gorgeous as the rest. “I’m Xiao, as you’ve probably already heard from these idiots.”
“Nice to meet you.” As you shook his hand and told him your name, you missed the gleeful looks Aether, Venti and Heizou shared. Even Scaramouche raised an eyebrow before promptly going back to sketching. 
“Alright, are you ready to get started?” When you nodded, he tilted his chin to the rooms behind Aether. “Come with me, then.”
Tugging you into a side-hug as you walked past, Venti called after his teal-haired friend,  “Don’t be too rough with them, you hear me?”, earning him a few giggles from Heizou, an eye roll from both Aether and Scaramouche and a stare from Xiao which you were sure could’ve sent him straight to his grave then and there. Still very much alive though, Venti whispered to you, “I’m only joking, you can trust him, really.”
“Wait, didn’t you say you’d come with me?” You incredulously asked.
“Ah well,” Venti loudly proclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “since I am apparently so annoying, I believe it’s best to let Xiao work in peace. Besides, I have some catching up to do here.”
Following Xiao to the backrooms, the last thing you heard from the lounge was Heizou’s snide “Doesn’t that just mean you’ll be annoying us instead?”
Your piercer pinched the bridge of his nose. “How do you tolerate that regularly?”
“That,” you pointed a finger at him, “is the million dollar question. But don’t you have to put up with all of them on a daily basis?”
“Unfortunately.” Despite his demeanour you could hear a certain fondness in his voice. He nodded towards something which starkly reminded you of an examination table as he pulled on black latex gloves. “Have a seat and get comfortable while I prepare everything.”
Taking off your jacket you did as you were told. After looking around the small room, your eyes settled on the most interesting thing in there. Xiao. Or more specifically the way his biceps and triceps worked underneath the ink of his tattoo, quickly averting your gaze and examining your nails when he stepped closer with a marker in hand.
“I’ll draw a little dot first to mark where the piercing is going to be. If you don’t like the location, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay? We’ll redraw it as often as needed to make sure you’re happy with it.” You noted he spoke much softer now, his tone not as gruff but still as melodic, making butterflies flap their tiny wings in your stomach.
It was only when he leaned in close that you realised just how difficult this was truly going to be. His slender fingers held your chin gently to angle your head to his liking as he fixed his bright eyes on your ear, brushing every possibly disturbing hair strand behind it. Was now the right time to notice his fluttering long lashes or the perfectly drawn eyeliner accentuating his features? You weren’t sure but you did nonetheless.
Pulling back too soon for your liking, his cologne lingered in the air as he twisted to hand you a mirror. As your fingers brushed, you could feel the heat of his skin even through the gloves he wore and it was making your head spin.
Moving your head around a little, you had to give Venti and Aether credit. They weren’t lying when they said Xiao was a true professional, not that you had expected anything else but how he managed to hit the exact spot you had envisioned on the first try was still beyond you.
Smiling up at him, you handed the mirror back. “It’s perfect.”
“Good to hear.” The corners of his mouth twitched up a little and you quickly found yourself becoming fond of the sight. “It’s on to the main event then. Still feeling alright?”
“Yes, let’s get this over with before I chicken out.”
He chuckled as he prepared the needle. “I won’t lie to you and say it’ll be completely painless, I mean you have a couple of piercings already, so you know. But I’ll do my best to make it as bearable as possible for you, okay?”
You only hummed as you prepared yourself for the sting. It wasn’t so much the actual needle as just your imagination making your stomach churn. As Xiao levelled his face with yours again, though, it was suddenly very easy to focus on something else. 
The feeling of his fingers on your chin, even through the waxy material, sent sparks racing across your body. This time, however, it was his breath fanning across the side of your face and neck which sent your mind into overdrive. Together with the proximity of the rest of him, it made for a dangerous combination, making your thoughts run into all sorts of directions.
Flinching as the jewellery was being pushed through, you were quickly brought back to reality though. 
“Sorry about that,” Xiao murmured.
“No, it’s fine. Just caught me by surprise, that's all.”
When he pulled back once more, he gave you a true -albeit small- smile and you thought you must be melting, easily ignoring the throbbing in your ear. “The good news is that you’re all done. You did so well.” Passing you the mirror one more time, Xiao tilted his head as if in contemplation before speaking decidedly. “Looks to me like I did my job right. It looks good on you.”
He was trying to kill you, no doubt about it.
As you regained your composure, Xiao put a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushed you back down on the table when you tried to stand. Handing you a glass of water, he said “Just stay seated for now. I’ll go finish up the paperwork while you calm down and then I’ll come get you.”
“Okay.” Even in your own ears, your voice sounded so small.
Just as promised, Xiao came back a couple minutes after he left you to your own devices. A few minutes in which you heavily debated asking him for a date or his number. If it was anyone else, you might have decided to shoot your shot. But… this was Venti’s friend. There was a possibility you’d inevitably have to see him again. Besides, he definitely seemed the type to be hit on a lot. So, you thought it better to do nothing.
“Aha, still in one piece I see~”
“Of course,” your piercer scoffed. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
“Now, now, Xiao, Venti is only teasing you. No need to rip his head off.” It was the white-haired man you had only seen briefly before. Otherwise you might have noticed the vibrant streak of crimson running through his locks. “So you’re Venti's friend? I’m Kazuha; looks like I’m the only one who didn’t get to meet you earlier.”
“Seems so.” Kazuha had an infectious sort of smile you couldn’t help but mirror. Two hands on your shoulders quickly spun you around and you blinked rapidly to focus on the blue-green eyes of your best friend.
“Let me see the new addition,” he exclaimed before grinning smugly. “I told you getting a new piercing was a good idea, it’s really pretty.”
“Personally, I think they do most of the heavy lifting in that department,” Heizou winked at you, “but the jewellery obviously enhances that.”
While chaos ensued within the studio over Heizou’s remark, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Xiao was quietly slipping the receipt over the counter, fiddling around with his hands and not quite meeting your eyes. After you handed him the money, he told you to come back in about four or five weeks to check in on the piercing and switch it for one with a shorter bar.
“If you have any trouble at all, feel free to come in and have someone look over it, lest it gets infected,” he sternly said. Then he placed a small plastic bag with a piercing inside in front of you. “Here, this is for you.”
“Oh, thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Maybe it was your imagination but just as a simmering heat flushed back into yours, you thought you saw a light blush settle over Xiao’s cheeks.
Despite not really wanting to leave yet, you said your goodbyes, gaze lingering a little longer on Xiao who held it. As you walked along the street you could feel Venti almost burst with anticipation next to you.
“Spit it out, idiot.”
“So, someone has the hots for a certain piercer,” he squealed excitedly. “Don’t even try to deny it, it’s sooo obvious.”
“Whatever, it’s not like anything is going to happen anyway,” you sighed, still lost in your little daydream.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Venti smugly replied as he grabbed the tiny package in your hand. “Accepting the risk of you giving another stellar impression of a tomato, allow me to point out… this.”
Turning the bag around, your eyes widened at the neatly written number followed by the only name you wanted to see sprawled underneath.
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“Xiao, did you seriously just give away jewellery for free just because you have a little crush?!” Rolling up the newspaper again, Scaramouche used it to hit the aforementioned man over the head.
“Relax, it was only one piercing,” Kazuha said, tone placatory.
“He’s right. Besides,” Heizou chuckled, “can you blame the guy? Man, to think that we’d ever see the day… Xiao in love…”
Wordlessly, Xiao held out his hand towards Scaramouche. It was his turn with the newspaper.
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xynwrites · 10 months
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Roommate! Albedo who tutors you in his free time since it appears that you desperately needs something to cling on to in hopes that you'll pass this exam. He doesn't need monetary payment, he just needs your hole clenching on his dick as compensation for his hard work.
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ennelala · 1 year
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deja vu !
a genshin impact smau | xiao x fem!reader
do you get deja vu when she’s with you?
do you get deja vu, hm?
do you get deja vu, huh?
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summary having been crying over your ex who suddenly broke up with you to date someone else for what felt like decades, you decided to move on . after having no contact with each other for years, you see him again on campus . and who’s that? your ex best friend? she’s also his gf? the one he broke up with you for?? and she looks exactly like you????
genre modern au, college au, exes to lovers
status ongoing !
notes this is my first time writing so please do not expect too much ! i also apologize for any grammatical mistakes in adv !
credits xiao header by @ Y4SHiRO
taglist open !
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failed driver’s license test | people i tolerate
i. deja vu
𐐪𐑂 001 — our beloved summer (𐐪𐑂)
𐐪𐑂 002 — [name]’s offbrand copy
𐐪𐑂 003 — tba…
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zeraaachan · 6 months
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secret love song ft. anemo boys
°:. *₊ °☆ character(s): xiao, scaramouche, heizou
°:. *₊ °☆ summary: in which he can't hold you in the street, kiss you on the dance floor, and say that he's in love.
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oh, why can't you hold me in the street?
why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
i wish that we could be like that
why can't it be like that?
'cause I'm yours, I'm yours
secret relationship with xiao who walks on the street parallel to yours but never on the same sidewalk as yours. xiao who keeps his hand to himself, tucked in the pockets of his black hoodie, as his ears mute the blare of the passing cars, the loud motorcycles, and every little vehicle on the road that separates where he walks from yours.
xiao who never held your hand publicly in the street. who is chased by his reputation, by his own ghosts, and held by the neck by his past. xiao who never once turned his head to look in your direction. who always keeps his head on the sidewalk but wishes that you're beside him. who wishes that his hands are not alone and that its intertwined with yours. xiao who can never hold your hand since you are his light but as well as the star for many. xiao who dates a popular and rising actor who can't be seen hand in hand with him.
xiao who hopes that one day he'll hold your hand on the street. when his past finally freed him from its grip and his hand is free to finally be intertwined with yours. xiao, who one day, will no longer think about why he can't hold you in the street because one day… he will.
hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who earns his living through dance competition. who joins contests for both the fun and money. who is a rebellious son to a rich mother. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who met you and realized that he dance better than ever when you joined the stage.
but how can he ever realize that you'll change his rhythm not only on the dance floor but also outside of it? how could he have known that he will want to be close to you, not only on the stage, but also off it? how could he have kept your relationship strictly as dance partners?
hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who longs, pines, and eventually falls. who entered a secret-relationship with you whether it is due to your desire or his want to keep you from his mother's prying eyes. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who loves how you move, how you look at him, and dance with him. scaramouche who secretly knows that you're the heart that he lost.
hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who parts ways with you every time a dance is done. who get down from the other stair of the stage but never the same one as yours. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who looks at you after every practice and wonders why he can't kiss you on the dance floor?
hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who one day will realize, that he doesn't wanna keep you hidden from anyone. not from the prying gazes, not to strangers, not from his mother. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who one day will kiss you on the dance floor and ask himself why he didn't do it sooner.
why can't i say that i'm in love?
i wanna shout it from the rooftops
i wish that it could be like that
why can't we be like that?
'cause I'm yours
heizou, your suave classmate with detective skills and all the rizz in the world. heizou who is the campus' strongest rizzler but somehow all the witty compliments and playful one-liners diminish into thin air without any tracks whenever he comes face to face with you. heizou, your classmate since middle school, who's been trying to confess to you since forever. who once left chocolates in your locker then forgot, or purposely forgot, to leave a letter. heizou who once left an anonymous letter in your locker telling you to come to the rooftop. heizou who got scared and hid when he saw you actually arrived at the rooftop.
heizou, that playful classmate who winks at you. who you don't know whether is a flustered mess or a master of platonic flirtation. who you don't know giggle and kick his feet like a school-girl whenever he's on the rooftop and thinking about you.
heizou, who watched admirers leave letters, give you chocolates, and confess to you. who witnessed others do what he couldn't bring himself to do. heizou who can't say to you that he's in love. heizou who always resists the temptation to scream from the rooftop that he's yours whenever he saw you down below, getting confessed to with another classmate.
heizou who one day will shout it from the rooftops. who one day will say it. heizou who one day, will leave a letter to your locker. heizou who this time, will not hide, and say that he's yours.
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floylia · 1 month
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ELYSIAN ♫
00. A series of misfortunes
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Notes: I don’t know what I’m doing but I hope you like this. (I had to change my draft multiple times 😭)
Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?
Scaramouche x fem!reader
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leafyaa · 10 days
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Chapter 11
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Days flew by and you grew accustomed to your new daily routine. Kunikuzushi took you every day to work with his car which you strangely appreciated. He also tried going out with you but you refused everytime.
Maybe you still despised him, maybe you still hated him or maybe you were too nervous to do anything with him that involved having fun.
It was pretty obvious that you would look down and avoid his gaze whenever he tried to ask you out for a friendly date. He already guessed that you would decline his offer, but still, he kept trying each day.
"Y/n, do you want to go grab a bite?"
"Sorry, I already ate..
"Y/n, do you want to go on a walk?"
"I'm really tired.. I don't want to go Kunikuzushi.."
"Y/n, do you-"
"Kunikuzushi."
Kunikuzushi froze as you called out his name on the phone.
"I appreciate your efforts.. But I'm genuinely tired.. I just.. Don't have the energy.." You half lied, sighing as you laid on the couch. You looked outside to see the children happily playing and giggling and felt slightly worse.
"I see.. Can I ask one more thing then?" Kunikuzushi replied hesitantly.
"Fine.. Just make it quick"
"Can I cook for you?"
Cooking for you? You hesitated to answer no immediately, instead you waited a bit to think about his offer.
"I'll also do the dishes and help you around your house if you want that as well.." He added, sounding as if he was begging to be near you.
"I.. You know what sure.." You replied, not caring at the moment.
"You sure? I'll come to you right now then..!" Kunikuzushi sounded happy, it made you smile hearing his cheery voice.
"Yes I'm sure.." You replied, slightly smiling to yourself.
"Alright, I'll be there in an hour!" He said and hung up.
You placed your phone on the coffee table and rested your head on one of the pillows on the couch.
If only that entitled woman didn't keep screaming at Rina and Miya you wouldn't have that headache right now.
You groaned in annoyance as you thought back at how you had to be patient about getting her out of the cafe. She really tried to fight you too and almost hit you when Thoma came to the rescue and peacefully escorted her out.
Actually maybe you shouldn't think about it if it worsens the head ache. So you decided to take a short nap. You would most likely be awake when Kunikuzushi would arrive so it would be fine.
But as you were getting ready to close your eyes, you heard a knock on your door. You groaned again and stood up to walk to the door.
"No way he's here already, right? He said he would be here in an hour.."
You opened the door and to your surprise a man dressed in a delivery person uniform stands there with a package.
"Hello miss.. Your neighbor isn't home at the moment so I was hoping you could temporarily keep the package and later give it to her when she returns?" The man nervously talked.
"Of course.. I'll take care of it." You smiled, hiding the sleepy expression on your face. The man handed you the package and wished you a nice day, you returned it as well and closed your door.
You quickly put the package on the ground next to the door and headed back to the couch to take your nap. Slowly falling into a slumber...
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After a while the bell rings. Kunikuzushi arrived and you hadn't woken up before that from your nap.
You yawned and quickly got off the couch to walk to the door and open it, still looking sleepy.
"Hi Y/n." He awkwardly said as he held a bag with groceries in one hand and a small bouquet of fresh flowers in his other.
"Hello Kunikuzushi, come in." You said with a tired smile and grabbed the bouquet, then tried to grab the groceries as well. However he held it away from you, wanting to put it on the counter himself.
You look for an empty vase while Kunikuzushi starts preparing the ingredients. When you also found a spot in your living room you removed one flower from the bouquet and took it with you to a room.
You quietly unlocked the door to Hikari's bedroom and placed a fresh flower in a vase where several other flowers are. Some withering, some already dead, yet you still kept them there.
As you quietly closed the door of the bedroom Kunikuzushi stood behind you, making you scream in surprise.
"Oh my god Kunikuzushi, never do that again ever." You sighed.
"Sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you. Though I'm curious, what's that room for?" He asked, pointing at Hikari's purple colored door.
"It's a private room." You answer calmly as you lock the door. Shoving the key in your pocket.
"Well what do you put in there?" Kunikuzushi asked, almost sounding like he was pushing for a clear answer.
At this point you started to get a bit irritated. A visible scowl was on your face and you walked towards the kitchen.
"Nothing that concerns you."
Kunikuzushi had the urge to glare at you but decided not to. He was clearly getting agitated from the situation as well.
"I see.. Well I'll begin cooking then.." He says with a fake smile and starts to chop the vegetables somewhat loudly.
It wasn't like normal chopping too, it was sounding like he was chopping meat but without any care. Almost comparable to the serial killers in the movies who chop up their victims.
At some point you heard the counter tremble because of Kunikuzushi's ridiculously loud chopping, so you walked over towards him again and grabbed the knife from him.
"What?" He scoffed, looking away from you.
"If you want to stay here, at least act decent. If not, I can just kick you out and cook something myself." You stated, glaring at him.
"I'm acting decent."
"Oh really?" You said, unconvinced.
"Just give me the knife back."
"No Kunikuzushi-"
"Give me the fucking knife back."
It's dead silent. Kunikuzushi raised his voice at you. Something he promised himself to never do to you again.
"You know what.." You said slowly as you put the knife back on the counter. "Cook something for yourself, asshole."
You walked towards your bedroom while trying to hold back tears. Kunikuzushi immediately tried to go after you but you slammed the door in his face and locked it.
"Y-y/n! Please open the door! I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered as he banged on your bedroom door.
But you continued to ignore and hid under your blankets, feeling so exhausted because of his attitude.
You guessed dinner for tonight is not an option anymore.
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Notes:
Omg I'm back from the dead?? Anyways idk what happened tbh I was really motivated last summer to write this fic and then I went on vacation for 5 weeks, then school began, now I'm kind of failing school but uhh yeah I'm still going to try my best to get up my grades bc I wanna pass!!
I'll try to update because I do in fact have like 9 chapters written already but I still need to edit them (check for grammar and stuff) and I also want to at some point edit my previous chapters bc I've written this chapter in the past tense again (I previously wrote it in the present tense).
Also you might see some changes in the fics, maybe I'll start giving the chapters titles idk, but you'll see in the masterlist bc I mostly prepare to have a space ready to link to the (future) post.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I'll post soon!!
Summary:
You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?
Taglist:
@swivy123 @kichiyosh1 @wwwrizchan @k1t0 @killumeo @pinkdreamerbailifflawyer-blog @samarill @xiaotopia @aqualesha @eattingshits @omoriaddict @mave-in @sketcheeee @xiaossocksniffer @elernity @ohmyfinggod @izukusshuu @kunikissr @meadowofdarts @kaoriee @scaramochies @ekriis @rizakari @ahseya @lovingveliona @magica-ren @hikaru-exe @theflatdoorkicker @lazy-sanns
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meowanian · 9 days
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— i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.
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pairings: ghost!scaramouche x youtuber!female!reader
summary: you decided to explore an abandoned school for a youtube video.
genre: fluff, angst, thriller
content warning/info: g/n is ‘grandmother’s name’, reader is getting scared, reader is getting injured (nothing serious, just a cut), paranormal stuff since he is a ghost
note: part 2 will come REALLY soon!! like in few hours and actually i want to make it into mini series (3-4 parts) if you want to get tagged lmk!!
part one. part two.
artist @ dora_xxi on twt
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wind was whistling through school corridors while you were exploring. every step you took, you felt like the ground was going to collapse because of the sounds of broken tiles.
“guys, it feels like i am being watched,” you said while your hands were shaking. “and even though i am such a funny person…i am not joking this time.”
you kept going with both your torch and eyes open. it was getting quiet, even for a abandoned place.
“there’s a classroom that has an slightly opened door, finally. other ones are all look like they were stuck.” you said and pushed the door open. “i want to see the books and the name list! it’s a really old school, like from 50’s, so i guess we can find something interesting.”
slowly walking in the classroom, you found books and papers all over the ground. you showed them to the camera one by one.
“this one is english and this one is a math book- oh damn, this looks easy, i can’t believe they make it so hard these days! i mean i get it, it’s important but like what if i can’t do it? why something like this is determining my intelligence level-”
beep beep beep
“shit!” you screamed quietly and stomped your feet onto the broken table piece. you kneeled down and opened your backpack. “where is it…where is it…” you singed to yourself while searching for your powerbank.
“why are you here?” you heard a male voice echoing in the corridor.
“AH!” you gasped while trying to grab something to defend yourself. “who are you!? show yourself!”
“who am i? i should be asking that question to you…” the boy said, the voice was getting closer and closer. “since…you know, i am the owner of this place.”
“the owner?” you asked while not guarding down. “i thought here was a public school?”
“it is. i just haunted the building.” he said like it is the most normal thing to say.
“haunted?” you mocked the voice. “what are you? a ghost?” but he humbled you rather fast.
“yes, i am.” you swear for a moment, you felt like you were lying on an ice field.
“huh..?” you wanted to look back, you wanted to defy him but you were too scared to do.
“you heard me right, now look back at me.” he said and tapped on your shoulder. you turned back due to reflex but…he wasn’t there.
“i said look at me…” he said mockingly, like you did at first and then tapped on your shoulder. you turned back again and it repeated few times.
“show yourself!” you said with a challenging tone.
“ohhh,” he laughed. “such a scary human!”
“i guess you really think that since you don’t show yourself!” you said while scanning the place with your eyes and torch.
“i am actually right in front you.”
“but…i can’t see?”
“because you are shoving the light into my soul…” he said with a bored voice, how did humans didn’t know the basic things about other beings?
“you sound so weird….it’s familiar….”
“it looks like your fear is gone. now, turn off the light.”
“why?” you asked suspiciously.
“didn’t you just said ‘show yourself’ ? humans are confusing…”
“okay, okay, i will.” you replied but it sounded like you were telling yourself it was okay.
after taking few long and deep breaths, you turned off your torch.
the second you closed it, the room enlightened by a beam. it was a blue-ish white light.
and there was boy standing in front of you.
“AH!” you screamed. then tried to run but you stumbled on a broken tile and fell on you knees. your skin got cut by the sharp edges, it was painful.
you looked at him in horror since you knew you couldn’t run away for a while but then you realised the tears in the eyes of the boy.
your eyes wandered on him for few seconds. he looked really pretty with his big shiny eyes and his school uniform. his face and body had freshly bleed scars which was weird since he was a…
“are you g/n?” he asked with a shaky voice, cutting your thoughts.
“g/n? no…” you tried to speak with confidence but it sounded like a whisper. “my name is y/n, but that was my grandmother’s name you mentioned.” you explained to him rather calmly, since your fear was gone the second you saw his eyes.
“no wonder you look same as her…”
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shiro-00s · 8 months
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heaven on earth
43. code red .. !
[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]
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some people didn't get tagged last chapter, please check if you have read it or not
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heaven on earth - 43. code red
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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao kept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?
TAGLIST#1 [OPEN] — @mikctp @ghostlysyntaxed @kazemiya @nnasv @gojoandelsalovechilde @candy-purple-cyanide @kissingkzuha @zyilas @lunaavity @luminescent-lightbulb @mave-in @rizakari @riikyu @kokoscutie @starsxnight @sketcheeee @softlie @izakyun @xiaxilia @the-sweet-madame @rifran @milkwithspiceyicecubes @coffeethoughtsandanxiety @rxkan7 @goodthingimsam @pomeiu @fogturtle @farelady-fate @tzu-scara143 @wonderful-worlds @cianalikesbeans @h3xi2g0n3 @jasxiao2317 @rosaryia
TAGLIST#2 [OPEN] — @proserpinarom4 @offeliaswonderland @ynverse @whats-humanity-lol @gekkow @yuaenri @noosa11 @erosdevil @certaindreampost @venyan @sakurapeach @maisieisbae @unhappyraspberry @wgafa @aethscend @leesl0vr @sixieeeee @girl-with-coffe @daninaninani @saoiirsee @scararaw @xiaossocksniffer @ichichia @vvyeislazzy @annoying-and-upset
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mermaid-trash · 9 months
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CEO!Diluc x GN!Reader (SFW)
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CEO!Diluc who hired you as his assistant because not only were you the most qualified candidate for the position, but you had also been the only candidate not to fawn over the young tycoon during the interview process.
CEO!Diluc who is caught off guard by the warmth that you bring to the office every day, and quickly becomes the one fawning over you; admiring your appearance from behind important papers that hide his flushed cheeks, waiting impatiently for the next time you enter his office with paperwork or a fresh cup of coffee in hand, all while trying to ignore the unfamiliar pounding of his heart.
CEO!Diluc who, against his own beliefs, engages in small talk with you every morning, asking how your weekend was and listening attentively to your response for the smallest scraps of information about your life, your likes and dislikes. Unbeknownst to him, the soft smile present on your face as you speak is mirrored on his own as he listens.
CEO!Diluc who more and more frequently catches himself thinking of you outside of work, when he drives past a café he thinks you would like or sees someone wearing a piece of clothing he thinks would look better on you, but convinces himself stubbornly that it doesn't mean anything.
CEO!Diluc who invites you to join him for lunch one day, simply so that he doesn't have to eat alone of course, and enjoys your company so much that he asks again the next day, and the next, until eventually he doesn't have to ask anymore. It becomes an unspoken part of your routine, to spend an hour together uninterrupted by work, sometimes chatting and sometimes just unwinding in a comfortable silence together.
CEO!Diluc who accidentally asks you out on a date during one of these lunch breaks. You had mentioned a restaurant in the city that you wanted to visit, and the words had escaped him before he could stop them: "We could go together tonight, if you like." His heart freezes at the stunned look you give him, but then you smile. It's wide and genuine, and Diluc realises that he desperately wants to see it again.
CEO!Diluc who spends the rest of the day panicking, suddenly aware of how underprepared for romance he feels. He isn't even certain that this is a date since neither of you had used that word and he doesn't want to presume anything, but still, this may be his only opportunity to spend an evening with you outside of work, and so he wants to make sure it's perfect for you.
CEO!Diluc who is obviously uncomfortable sitting at the small table opposite you, his eyes scanning the room constantly for anyone who may be watching him, judging him for this travesty of a date; he can barely even bring himself to look at you, so beautifully dressed up for him and lit by the flickering candle atop the white cloth covered table. He fears if he looks at you now, he may never want to look away.
CEO!Diluc who starts at the sound of your voice calling his name softly, his gaze suddenly jumping to your face and the concern written plainly on it. Biting your lip, you voice the question that had been playing on your mind all day until this moment: "Diluc, is this…is this a date?"
CEO!Diluc who freezes, warmth flooding his face as he searches blindly for the right answer. He fumbles, stuttering and stammering like a fool under your attentive gaze. In the end, he settles on a half answer: "I suppose that depends on what you would prefer." His head drops a little shamefully at his own hesitation; he was a coward, too afraid of rejection to take charge of the situation and affirm that yes, he wanted this to be a date.
CEO!Diluc who is pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of your hand grazing his, soft fingers intertwining with his in a firm, grounding grip. Shocked, he glances up at you and is greeted by a shy smile that makes your eyes twinkle far more beautifully than they had in the candlelight.
CEO!Diluc who's heart still hammers against his ribs erratically, but the young man finds it within himself to squeeze your fingers lightly in an unspoken assurance of his affections.
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