do yall ever just open an x reader tag and scroll for a good minute and realize how almost all of that tag’s fics is SMUT 😵😵 like do nawt get me wrong i read smut every once in a while just not on a daily basis yk, while i do appreciate the writing of those authors—it gets tiring sometimes okay!! 🥹
like where is my tooth rotting fluff that makes me want to roll off my bed and start squealing like an animal who’s being tickled. where is my gut wrenching angst that makes me BAWL as if i had just witnessed my mother’s death bed 😭😭😭 I LOVE U ALL THO SOMETIMES I JUST GET TIRED OF SCROLLING AND SCROLLING TRYNA FIND MY SHIIIIEEETTT
If you're interested in reading more smau fic, I have recent one where it involves a twist of horror and unnerving event and pictures, it also has artworks for certain scenaries that includes the characters : ) check out 'A Liar's Deception' if you haven't!
I made sure to pick out a picture with Chinese food for the tweet hehe
Mc has a total of four jobs with Wednesday being the only day free but still chooses to work extra on it.
MC has other sidelines as well such as tutoring, and doing thesis commission.
summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?
It’s an interesting feeling, having Scaramouche in your lap while he does your makeup. The side of his palm gently rests against your cheek as he does your eyeliner, his brow furrowed in concentration while you rest against the cushions of your sofa. His indigo hair and indigo eyes are barely illuminated by the dimmed lights of your living room, an insistence of his even at your protest of the horrid lighting for makeup.
“It’ll only take a moment longer,” he responds.
“You said that ten minutes ago,” an over-exaggeration on your part, but you couldn’t see how a makeover could take so damn long.
Scaramoche grins, his voice dripping in mock innocence, “Perfection takes time. Or however that saying goes. I’m not used to putting makeup on another person so just cooperate with me, will you?”
You do your best to glare at Scaramouche as he finishes up your eyeliner. The two of you have been at this for a while now, bantering while he does your makeup. When he finishes, whenever that may be, the two of you will swap places so you can give him a makeover in return. Admittedly an interesting arrangement to re-enact for a scene in his book, but you have to admit it’s been alright so far. He isn’t terrible, he just takes too long for your liking.
“Part your lips a bit. I’m putting lipstick on you,” you oblige, and Scaramouche continues while he dabs color on your lips. “Our ruse has been quite effective so far. But people seem to think we’ve been in love for longer than we’ve been dating.”
Amusement colors your voice, “I mean, I like to think it makes our whole act more effective.”
He finally leans back to inspect his work after what seems like forever and declares that he’s done — time for you to switch places. He gets off you to take a seat by your side. You take the opportunity to reposition yourself and straddle him.
Only to get a proper look at him while you give him a makeover, of course.
A few minutes of silence pass when Scaramouche speaks up, “The whole point of me asking you to do this was for us to talk. So talk.”
“Like what, the groceries?”
“Doesn’t matter. Just talk.”
“Well,” you pause, twisting the makeup sponge in your hand before getting back to work. “I think we’re running out of eggs? And we only have a little bit of flour left.”
“Did you add it to the list on the fridge?”
“I already did, smartass. You were the one who told me to talk.” you laugh slightly when you see him glaring at you, and you move your other hand to rest on his shoulder. “Stop looking all grumpy like that. You’re gonna make me mess up.”
“I am not ‘looking all grumpy’.”
“Oh, you definitely are.” you chide, dabbing his cheek with your makeup sponge. “Ooooh is my grumpy face mad at me?”
“Shut up and just get this over with, will you?” Scaramouche averts his gaze. “Absolute terror.”
You move on to doing his eyeliner before you continue talking, “I could help you cook dinner tonight if you want.”
“Absolutely not,” he answers curtly. “You’re still banned from the kitchen.”
“The thing that happened with the air fryer wasn’t even that bad.” you protest.
“Do I need to remind you what happened? You quite literally –”
“Okay fine, maybe I should leave the cooking to you today. But one day you’ll lift my ban from my own fucking kitchen.”
“Not happening until you learn how to actually cook.”
“Gonna need a good teacher for that, so why don’t you teach me?” you jest
He gives you an incredulous look before responding, “Sure. Whatever. Are you done with my eyeliner yet?”
“Stop moving and I’ll get done quicker.”
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summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?
he hates being vocal; it makes him feel nauseous when he has to ask for something. he prefers to do things by himself and solve his problems on his own.
but even so, even a person like him can get quite lonely sometimes.
he refuses to interact with others, refuses to ask for help, refuses to communicate properly, and so on. you, on the other hand, are quite the opposite. even when he tries to push himself away from you, it never works. you'd find a way to be in that spot next to him.
however, scaramouche could only say fuck it, and decided for once to let down his awful pride.
scaramouche changes his water bottle to a slightly bigger one because he knows that you'll ask him for some water whenever yours runs out. he packs an extra set of utensils because sometimes you'll taste his food. hell, he doesn't even read the book properly because he knows that you'd try to read with him whenever you're curious.
this all became some sort of reflex for him.
a reflex to adjust himself so that you can easily fit yourself in. a reflex to think about what you could possibly do. a reflex to reserve an extra space next to himself because he knows you'll be there.
he's been asking for time with you in a way that uses no words. he can't just brush away his loneliness anymore, and he can't really push you away at this point.
it's embarrassing, but it's true. the extra space next to scaramouche belongs to you.
SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
NOTES
-> can u guys tell i'm having fun with this HAHAHA
SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
NOTES
-> double update ayee
-> i love heizou's contact name hahaha
SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.