HAIIII âđ ANON HERE! I JUST READ THE FIC AND AAAAA I LOVE IT SO MUCHđđ TYSM!!!
OK NOW I FEEL BAD FOR REQUESTING AGAIN BUT I JUST LOVE UR WRITINGđ SO TAKE AS MUCH AS TIME U NEED WHILE U WRITE THIS ONE! THIS ONEâS A LIL DIFFERENT AND INTERESTING TROPE LOL
mean selfish person who has the best things happening to him!scara x gentle kind person who has the worst things happening to her!y/n (dating!)
!! TW (just incaseđ): bullying, mental health issues i think??, scara MIGHT be too violentâŚ
y/nâs sweet, kind, gentle, helpful, selfless, shy, caring, fragile, emotional, sensitive, overall a sweetheart⌠yet still sheâs really anxious and has a really low self-esteem, really vulnerable and overthinks too much, also a bully victim despite her cuteself. AND DESPITE HOW MUCH OF A GOOD PERSON SHE IS THE UNIVERSE TREATS HER LIKE SHEâS ITS PUNCHING BAG. sheâs extremely unlucky too⦠૮ â â¸â¸ â ŕžŕ˝˛á
THEN THEREâS SCARA. popular, main character complex, mean, selfish, egoist, harsh, short-tempered, impulsive, too sure and confident of himself, strong (both mentally and physically⌠HEâS STRONG ASF PHYSICALLY THO. he can beat n fight w whoever pisses him off and winsđĽ°), etc. AND HOW IS HE TREATED BY THE UNIVERSE? BLESSED. ALMOST AS IF HEâS REWARDER. not a single bad thing happens to him, only good stuff. AND HEâS EXTREMELY LUCKY TOO (â ËĚśÍĚăËĚśÍĚ) ŕŠę Ľâžâž
so theyâre high school seniors letâs say!! as i mentioned scaraâs popular. letâs say ei is someone rlly important so everyoneâs terrified to say anything to himđ he treats everyone like how he wants, mostly like theyâre his slaves and their only purpose in their life and only purpose in being in his life is to serve him⌠as if theyâre not their main characters in their own life ( ,,â˘Ěâ¤â˘Ě,, ) like for example, he tells someone to switch seats bc he feels like sitting there? they do. he tells someone to stand up while theyâre on the bus bc all seats are full? they stand, and much more like this⌠no one dares to protest or say no. theyâre terrified of him AND his mamađ so itâs surprising that he has friends⌠(ajax, heizou, venti, albedo n xiao lets sayđ IK DAMN WELL XIAO ISNT PUTTING UP W SCARAâS ATTITUDE LMAOđ) EVEN MORE SHOCKING THAT HE HAS FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE. that someone being y/n.
so y/n really doesnât have any friends and is a loner despite her extrovert nature which she has to keep it in, bc as i said, sheâs a bully victim :( as for how he likes her⌠she was pretty much only existing, not speaking, not loud, and he just saw her. thought she was cute, but that wasnât the only thing that drew him to her:
she wasnât like others. she wasnât loud, nor annoying (as if heâs not those himselfđ), and was like âwho is that?â. she didnât fawn over him, didnât seek attention, didnât notice him in the way others do. so he gathers a some info abt her ( ËśË áľ ËËś)
after a while, since heâs sure that sheâll accept, he confesses even though they never interacted before. and well, she doesđ
y/n tries her best to be the best girlfriend EVER. trying to get close to him, talk to him, sit beside him, etc⌠but he always gives her one-world replies, âwhy are you here?â stares, ZERO effort, just those stuff⌠yeah, HE TREATS HER LIKE HOW HE TREATS EVERYONE ELSE. no soft spot (yet).
so basically y/n assumes that he doesnât want her and that she bothers him, so she gives up after a while because she doesnât wanna bother him and be a burden. so she goes back to doing everything alone, never expecting him to walk her home, eats alone, suffers alone.
AND THEN SCARA HAS THE URGE TO BE LIKE âwhy is she avoiding me???â (bro YOU ignored her) he genuinely doesnât realize that heâs pushing her away because this is how he just treats everyone.
so for a while theyâre like that. but as time passes, the bullying gets worse (and to make it worse itâs mostly guys bothering y/n⌠but that means scara can beat them up so ( ËśËáËËľ )) y/n shrinks into herself more, gets even quieter and more reserved, wearing longsleeves to hide her bruises etc.
and he starts getting suspicious. before u say why is he not doing smth abt her bullying, HE DOESNâT KNOW. HE NEVER NOTICED, AND OFC Y/N NOT WANTING TO BE A BURDEN AND THINKING HE WONâT CARE NEVER TOLD HIM ABOUT IT.
one day he carches her crying alone behind the school and she tries to wipe her tears, then tells him âitâs nothing⌠iâm sorry, i didnât mean to bother you.â and he feels his heart DROP for the first time in his life. he covers it up with an annoyed âwhateverâ but as he walks away he can only think about what the hell is making her cry, his jaw clenched the whole time
THEN one day he sees one of her bullies mess with her. (itâs up to u what they didđ) and she doesnât react, doesnât defend herself, just taking it as if she deserves it.
AND HE SNAPS. he grabs one of the guys by the collar, SLAMS him into the lockers, beating all of them up and threatening themđ then itâs all abt them and how his soft spot on her grows and how their relationship blooms!!! (,,>ăŽ<,,)!
OK I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA LEAVE IT TO YOU HOW HIS SOFT SPOT GROWS AND HOW HE REALIZES WHATâS WRONG AND THAT SHE GETS BULLIED BUT FORGOT WHILE WRITING HELPđ, U CAN CHANGE THE ENDING IF UâD LIKE⌠THIS WAS THE ONLY ENDING I COULD THINK OF SO! I LEAVE THE REST UP TO U :3 AS I SAID U CAN CHANGE HOW HE REALIZES SHEâS GETTING BULLIED OR ADD ONTO IT ETC WHATEVER U WANT!! SORRY THIS IS RLLY LONG⌠I THINK THIS IS GONNA BE LIEK A FULL FIC WITH HCS??? TYSM JUST IN ADVANCE!!!! âĄ( ËÍ ŕŞŚ ËÍ ŕźś ) âđ anon
gets it all!scaramouche x nothing at all!reader
contents: severe bullying, mental health issues, fem!reader, assault/crude words, literally a lot of violence, scaramouche is a HUGEEEEE dick in the beginning (I DONT CONDONE ANY OF THIS!!!!), modern high school setting, like always ONLY PROOFREAD THE SCENARIO NOT THE HC, fat shaming, toxic relationship tbh in both romantic and friendship, Childe is referred to as Ajax, mentions of (wanting) sex, honestly this is a very mature and hard read so be careful
a/n: holy cheese this was A LOT. i was so stressed writing this ngl. um few things: I think I did this wrong.....I accidentally changed some plot points like the way Scara starts to get soft I guess.IM SORRY. also I COULD BE WRONG but I think you wanted the hcs AFTER this story was over and I didn't realize that..so ignore that first half section of the story. I mean dont cause its important but like yk...ANYWAY I hope I did this justice like I said im really sorry for changing certain things i locked in too much that I just went off the plot đ ty again đ for requesting! this info helped a lot pls (this goes for all go you) dont be afraid to info dump it makes my job easier. ignore the fact that this took so long because well..with everything going on in my life and in the world I was just not in the zone with writing but ANYWAY im very grateful with everyones patience with me and yeah happy new year! hope this world gets better and that we dont have to keep living in this constant fear :> stay strong I love you!!
Scaramouche is handsome, athletic, popularâand he always gets what he wants.
Everyone at school fears him, afraid of ridicule or being crushed. He doesnât care who you are, as long as you stay out of his way. His classmates might as well be his subjects, bowing to their king every day.
Scaramouche walks the halls; conversations die as people stare, afraid of being accused of gossip and getting their faces smashed. He enters the classroom, claims a front-row window seat, and stares down at the student already there. Hands in his pockets, he glares. âMove.â The guy shivers, doesnât even argueâgathers his things and leaves.
The class whispers in sympathy.
As the seats fill, the class bell rings, and it all begins.
Twenty minutes into the lesson, the door opens quietlyâyou stand there, soaked. The class whispers and chuckles; Scaramouche only scowls.
"You're late, Y/N, and why are you wet?" The teacher asks.
You look down in shame. "S-sorry, I..I fell."
"Go change." He says. Your lips tremble.
"Uh, there's no spare clothes."
He sighs and lets you in. Shoes squeaking, you cross the room under everyoneâs gaze, find your seat taken, and sit elsewhere. Scaramouche watches you settle, notes your soaked clothes and dry belongings, then faces forward.
During the free period, he was hanging out with friends until he got up to use the restroom. He leaves the club room and makes his way. The halls are quiet; most students are off enjoying themselves. As he walks, he hears loud, annoying laughter.
He scowls, and when he gets closer to the noise, he sees a group of girls cornering someone near the hallway window. Scaramouche looks down and notices the girl drenched in food and drinks. Without a glance, Scaramouche heads for the bathroom.
When he came back, the girls were still laughing, but this time, they were kicking the girl. It seems they ran out of food to throw. The laughing was louder than last time, and it was getting on his nerves.
"Hey." He calls out, stopping the group. They freeze seeing that it's Scaramouche.
"S-Scaramouche, hello! We were just-"
"Do you pigs have anything better to do than make my ears bleed?" He scolds, causing them to quiver and apologize endlessly.
"Get the hell out of my face. I never want to see you again."
The girls scurry away with their things in fright. He huffs, then looks to see that someone is still there. It was you, staring at them, running away. You were completely dirty and bruised, sitting there like a kicked puppy. Scaramouche stares, unaware youâre the girl he saw arrive late earlier. That's how little he pays attention to people.
You look up at him, unfazed by his frightening expression. You offer a small smile and bow your head. "Thank you."
Scaramouche's eyes widen, then he scowls. Walking off without responding to you.
A few days had passed, and you and Scaramouche hadn't interacted since that day.
It didnât matter to anyone else, but for you, it was the first time someone stood up to those bullies. You were forever grateful, even if you couldn't reveal it to him.
It was lunch period when Scaramouche and his friends decided to hang out in his homeroom to eat. Ajax and Xiao rearranged the tables so everyone could sit closer together. Once that was done, they all sat down and began to eat while talking. Scaramouche doesn't talk much, offering remarks here and there. As they continue to eat, the door slides open, and all eyes are now at the entrance.
You enter, paying no mind to the guys, and scan around for your desk. You had forgotten your journal since you planned to study while eating. You felt stupid and rushed to your classroom to retrieve it. So, here you are, roaming the classroom to find your desk since everything is scattered thanks to the boys. Unfortunately, Scaramouche was irritated that his peace had been interrupted, so he called you out.
"Can't you see we're busy?" He asks which got your attention. You stay in place, then fidget with your fingers.
"Sorry, I forgot something." You reply, hoping he'd understand.
Scaramouche furrows his brows. "Then make it quick."
You nod, then glance at his friends, who look away from you except for Xiao. He leans back on his chair and asks, "You're Y/N, right?"
The boys look at him, confused, but you nod again. Xiao looks inside the desk he's sitting at, then at you.
You smile, then rush over to grab your notebook. You face Xiao and bow with a huge smile. "Thank you so much." You then run out of the room, careful not to fall, so you can finally eat.
Scaramouche begins to question Xiao about his connection to Y/N.
"How do you know her?" He asks.
"I've seen her around," Xiao says. "She's always hanging outside during free period."
Scaramouche crosses his arms, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Xiao raises a brow, crossing his arms also. "No, I've never interacted with her till now. Besides, why do you care?"
Scaramouche gets angry at his friendâs simple question. "I'm only asking in case you've been keeping secrets from me."
Xiao gets angry too, "And if I am? You don't need to know that."
Suddenly, Scaramouche slams his fist on the desk, yelling, "YOU'RE MY FRIENDS! NONE OF YOU SHOULD BE HIDING ANYTHING!"
The room quiets, the words settling over everyone. When Scaramouche gets like this, it's best not say anything. If you rebut, it'll only upset him even more.
Xiao balls his fist and then stands up.
"I forgot I had to study."
He packs his lunch away, grabs his bag, and then heads out of the room.
Scaramouche doesn't watch him go. He sits there, breathing quite heavily as the anger boils inside him.
Ajax clears his throat, "Xiao is always hitting the books."
Heizou nods along with Venti. "Yes, he's such a bookworm."
"We should all be studying anyway." Albedo comments, looking directly at Heizou.
Heizou frowns, "What's that supposed to mean?!"
As the boys bicker, Ajax lets out a small sigh of relief. The situation has been saved. He has known Scaramouche longer than they have, but even he is afraid of the boyâs temper. Scaramouche is a bomb waiting to go off. There's no doubt that if Ajax hadnât settled this down, a lot of damage would have been done.
English class begins, and the teacher introduces a group project. After the class stops groaning about this nightmare, she makes the point that they can pick their own groupmates. The catch is that it's groups of four.
After she explains the rules, she lets the students pick their team so they can be assigned a topic. Scaramouche is easily bunched with two people who sit right next to him. Almost everyone dreads being paired with him, wary of his cruel streak. On the other hand, they wish to get picked since Scaramouche gets good grades.
It's only Scaramouche and two other guys, so they need one more person. He's already looking around for his next victim until he spots you. You sit in the back corner, nervously waiting for someone to accept your invitation to join. In his mind, he's already assuming you're the weak link. You'd hold his team back, plain and simple. However, seeing that the groups have mostly been completed, he reluctantly pointed to you.
"You." He calls out. You practically lit up once spotting him.
He motions you over, "You're with me."
You nod quite enthusiastically, quickly moving your things to join his table. Once everyoneâs desks have been moved, preferably into a circle, the teacher assigns you all topics that you'd present.
Scaramouche begins to push what kind of work you'd all be doing, even if you didn't want it. The guys hate how he's acting, but they hold their tongues. However, you poke Scaramouche's arm, stopping his commands. He turns to you, aggravated. "What?"
You smile at him, once again, ignoring his evil persona. "If it's okay with you, I can do that conclusion. I'm really good at that." He stares at you, still irritated. "Fine. I was going to make you do it anyway."
There was class time remaining, so everyone began to get a head start. Scaramouche would occasionally look up to see if his group was locked in as he was. As he writes down some notes, he feels his shoulder being tapped. His grip on his pencil tightens before looking at you. Scaramouche was about to comment on his annoyance about being interrupted, but you spoke before he could.
You whisper in his ear, "Thank you for trusting me."
He looks at you, surprised, while you go back to writing your notes.
For the first time in his life, his heart lit up.
Scaramouche began to notice you more and more.
He would stare as you walk into class, look back to see what you would do during work, watch you come and go, watch you walk the hallways before class starts, and even see you go outside from time to time so that you can eat in peace.
Scaramouche has even included your opinion during the group project, something he's never done before. It's always been what he says is right, but this time, you have a say too. He would look over the notes and endlessly criticize them before looking at you and asking, "What do you think?"
Of course, you stated your opinion, and he even considered it, trying to see your point of view. Another thing he's never done! The class has definitely noticed, and so have his friends, but you were a bit unaware. However, there is no doubt that you've felt a little something for him.
The way he includes you, speaks to you like you're important. You can't help but feel immense joy. Scaramouche has definitely won your heart.
Scaramouche and his friends hang around the hallway, talking about whatever. You come around the corner, having finished running an errand for a teacher, so you're going back to your classroom. Scaramouche immediately loses interest in his friendâs conversation and stares at you like he always does. You notice him and wave, "Hi, Scaramouche." Almost everyone who was there who witnessed this atrocity had their mouths drop while freezing in place.
Scaramouche does not speak to anyone. He hates being interacted with by some low-life scum.
"Hello." He replies, and it's the calmest he has ever been.
Everyoneâs eyes widen at the complete shock of it all. Scaramouche recognized a personâs presence! You were unaware of this rule, though, so you didn't notice the complete shock that's happening around you. Your smile grows bigger while you continue walking to your class. Once you disappear from view, his friends immediately start interrogating him.
"What the hell was that?!" Ajax blurts out.
Scaramouche furrows his brows. "What are you talking about?"
"That girl," Venti says. "You said hi to her."
"So? I can't say hi to her?" Scaramouche seemed a little bit offended.
Xiao raises a brow, "But that was the girl you thought I had feelings for."
His eyes widen, "Really?"
"You didn't know?" Xiao asks, but in his gut, he knew Scaramouche was the type to forget.
Scaramouche scratches his head. "I see."
It goes quiet, and the guys freeze, unsure how to respond. They all look at each other because they're thinking of the same thing. However, no one is brave enough to ask. Who knows how well Scaramouche would take it? Thereâs a 99.9% chance that he'd yell at him and say they're the biggest idiots on the entire planet and that they should die. They were not risking that.
Heizou looks at them crazily. "What?! We were all thinking it!!!"
"That doesn't mean you should say it!" Albedo states.
Scaramouche thinks about it. Is this what he was feeling the entire time? Youâre attractive, and not obnoxious at all. You actually keep to yourself most of the time, which he appreciates.
"Yeah, I guess I do like her."
And when Scaramouche likes something, he has to have it for himself.
The final day of the group project arrived, and every group stood to present.
While your group waits for your turn, Scaramouche leans to you and whispers in your ear,
"I have something to tell you, so don't leave class yet."
You look at him in shock, but he only stares before paying attention to the front. You sit there thinking about what he might have to say. 'Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?' You anxiously sit there watching the clock tick. You aren't sure if you want time to stop. Maybe it was stupid of you to think that he wanted to be your friend.
The presentations ended, and the teacher promised to reveal the grades next week. After that, everyone is grateful that it's over. People begin to leave, but you and Scaramouche stay where you are. You're even more nervous. You can feel his stare right into you, which makes your anxiety even worse. After what feels like forever, the room is now empty, leaving just you two. Scaramouche turns to you.
You obey, and the room falls quiet again.
Scaramouche has never confessed to anyone in his entire life. He's always been the one breaking hearts. He can't afford to get rejected by you. There's no doubt you like him because of how much attention he has given you.
"I like you. Be my girlfriend."
Your eyes widen, your mind catching up as your heart races. "Y-You..what.."
"Can't you hear? I like you." He repeats.
Your face goes completely red. "N-No, I heard you..I justâŚcan't believe itâŚ" You look down, nervously rubbing your hands together.
"So, do you accept or not?" Scaramouche doesn't want to wait any longer.
Your face keeps turning redder and redder, slowly, and you nod. "I like you tooâŚ"
You're too shy to look at him, but Scaramouche wants to see you. He grabs your face, forcing you look at him, then kisses you without warning. Your eyes sparkle. This is your first kiss, and you're surprised you guys are moving this fast. Yet, he is actually a great kisser, and it feels nice. Scaramouche pulls away, still holding your face.
"Say you'll be my girlfriend."
"I'll be your girlfriend."
He smirks, kissing your forehead. "Good."
Then, he stands up, pulling his bag over his shoulder.
"W-Where are you going?" You ask.
"To hang out with my friends." He says, but he doesn't offer to come. He leaves you all alone. You sit there, taking in what has happened. You can't help but smile and cover your mouth to hide your giggle.
"I have a boyfriend, and it's Scaramouche."
so you might be thinking..
but it's your first time someone has given you such "kindness" and given you a chance
you thought you were undeserving of anything and everything
so when scaramouche said he liked you YOU WERE ON CLOUD 9
you couldn't tell anyone though cause..you don't have friendsÂ
but scaramouche told his friends and theyre like WHAT but he threatens them likeÂ
"dont even think about eyeing her or I'll rip your face off."
like ok bro shes ALLLLLLL yours
even though u guys are dating nowâŚnothings really changed..
youve seen enough tv shows about how dating is so amazing and special but it didnt feel that way to you
sure you guys kiss and stuff but scaranouche never really..acts like a boyfriend
then again this is ur first EVER relationship so maybe thats just how it is
its not like this is a HUGE deal
Your relationship with Scaramouche is very public.
He wants everyone to know you're his and only his. He's not very into PDA, but he will wrap an arm around you if he feels like someone has been looking at you for too long. He does kiss you a lot, though. Heâs really into making out, since he believes that kind of intimacy defines what a relationship should be.
However, you're not too fond of it.
You've stopped him from going further multiple times, and he's asked you why. But when you want to tell him, you get scared. What if he breaks up with me?
"I'm just tired. Maybe next time?"
Luckily, Scaramouche doesn't bother you about it. As long as he gets to kiss you, then he's fine with not being able to advance. Scaramouche has kissed you at the most random times because he feels like it. You think itâs cute that he misses you that much. You would kiss him on the cheek, but he'd get pouty and want a kiss on the lips. You can't help but squeal at his cuteness.
Despite how much you enjoyed it, a few problems remained.
Now that everyone and their mom knows you're dating, the bullying has gotten worse.
When walking to the bathroom, you were jumped by a group of teens and dragged to the stall. You struggle to break free, but they are stronger than you.
"Where do you think you're going, slut?" One of the girls says.
The others laugh while she smashes her entire bento on your face. Your nose is bleeding while covered with crumbs of rice and veggies. The guys start pulling your hair and clothes, trying to make you cry. You start to scream, but they kick your stomach to shut you up. They continue harassing you, taking videos and photos of your lowly situation.
"How can Scaramouche find you cute? You're such a loser!"
"Maybe she's just that good in bed."
"No way! Look at her! She's definitely a virgin!"
"If itâs good, itâs good."
They continue spewing horrendous things like that while you sat there taking damage. The bells ring, which stops them.
"Do the world a favour and die."
They leave while you sit there in tears. You did nothing wrong to them, but you're being punished anyway. You slowly stand and clean yourself up, hopefully to hide what had happened. Your stomach was hurting from the pain, so you lifted your shirt and saw that a bruise had formed. You cried even more, but you can compose yourself. You didn't want to embarrass yourself when returning to class.
You wiped your tears and basically limped to class.
When entering, you look straight at Scaramouche, but he is busy writing notes. You close the door and head to your desk, trying to hold in the pain. You focused on the lecture instead of what had happened. It was for the best.
Lunch rolls around, and everyone heads in their own direction. You turn to see Scaramouche is staying right where he is. It seems like his friends are hanging in here again.
'It'd be nice to hang with them.' You thought. 'Maybe his friends can be my friends?'
As of cue, his group enters, already bickering about something Heizou said. They all move the chairs to Scaramoucheâs spot and begin their daily routine. You grab your bento from your bag and slowly make your way towards them. You awkwardly pull a chair and place it right next to your boyfriend and sit down. They stopped talking while they watched you settle in. Once you place your bento onto his desk, Scaramouche breaks the silence.
"Why are you sitting here?" He asks, but he isn't trying to be mean. He was confused about your action.
You smile at him nervously, "Oh, um, I just wanted to sit with you."
"Because you're my boyfriend.."
"But we see each other every day. You don't have to sit with me."
Your nerves tighten as you become painfully aware of how foolish you probably look. You don't even know what to say. You already see each other often since youâre in the same class, but you thought it would still be nice to do this. Scaramouche isnât interested.
You grab your bento back and quickly get up.
You look down, saddened by his rejection, then turn to walk somewhere else, but Scaramouche stops you.
"Put your chair back." He says, pointing at it.
Your lips tremble, but you nod and do what you're told. You end up leaving, but he notices that you're limping. Scaramouche couldn't analyse it because his friends disrupted his thoughts.
"Dude, why did you do that?" Venti asks.
Scaramouche looks at him, puzzled. "Do what?"
Venti rolls his eyes, "You know, push her away?"
Scaramouche scoffs, "I did no such thing."
"But you didâŚ" Heizou confirms. "She just wanted to sit with you."
Scaramouche huffs, "I don't see what the problem is. We don't have to be around each other all the fucking time. If that's bothering her, then shes just stupid!"
It gets quiet again. The boys feared this would happen. There was no hope that Scaramouche would change just cause he got a girl. He's still a piece of shit.
"But she's your girlfriend," Ajax tried to reason. "She's special."
Scaramouche wasn't having it. "You know, I didn't ask to be judged; you should be supporting me!"
"How can we support you if you're treating her like a piece of garbage!" Xiao retaliates.
Scaramouche stomps his foot. "I'm not! You guys are making it seem like it!"
Xiao slams his hands on the table. "BECAUSE ITâS TRUE!"
Scaramouche stands up in fury. "YOU'RE ALL PIECES OF SHIT! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YOU DON'T!!!" He storms off, ignoring Ajaxâs telling him to come back.
'Those bastards don't know shit. Y/n is perfectly happy with me. There's nothing wrong with us. They're the problem, not me. Theyâd be better off keeping their mouths shut forever.â
Scaramouche grits his teeth with balled fists. He didn't ask for their opinion at all. They need to learn to shut their mouths as a whole. Furious, he stops walking and punches the wall with full force with his foot. Suddenly, there's a clank, and he turns to see that you have dropped your bento.
You had watched him do all that and was surprised by his outburst. You didn't know he could get this mad. It was...scary. You snap out of it and grab the container from the ground. Luckily, you ate all your dinner, so there was no garbage to pick up.
"S-Sorry, I was just going to put this away and, uhâŚ" You scramble to say something, but your face is pulled into his, where he kisses you quite passionately. Your mind is frazzled, and you're not sure what's happening. Then, his kisses move to your cheek, down to your neck. Your head blares sirens.
'I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready.'
Your hands grip the bento box, and you use it to shove him away.
"Please stop!" You scream, and he looks at you in surprise.
You gasp, realising what you've done. You start pleading your case, not wanting to lose your relationship.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm still not ready, but maybe..one day! I'm not saying I didn't like the kiss! I didn't like, um, I don't knowâŚ"
You ramble endlessly while Scaramouche continues to stare in shock. He's used to you saying no to these things, but to go as far as shoving him? It was unexpected for him. For the first time in his life, heâs completely at a loss. He clutches his chest; his heart is aching for some apparent reason.
"Scaramouche, I'm sorry." You say, finally finishing your 10-minute rant.
He looks straight at you. He isn't sure what to do.
Then, he walks past you, but the pain in his chest doesn't go away.
Another beating was received.
Your homework lay in front of you, ripped to shreds, your face bruised along with your knuckles and knees, and your hair frizzled and mangled. But you didn't care about any of that. No, your eyes were glued right to what the man had in his hand.
A hair clip that you bought recently.
You wanted to try a new look. Hoping that Scaramouche would notice and tell you that you're beautiful.
Instead, the same group came and tormented you like always.
"P-PleaseâŚ" Tears well up in your eyes. "Give it backâŚ"
They laugh, "Why should I?" said the boy, waving the piece like junk.
"It doesn't look good on you. We're doing you a favor." The girl says, with her friends nodding in agreement.
You shake your head, "I-It's mine!"
A kick in the face, then a smack to the floor. You struggle to get his foot off your head, but to no avail. However, they continue to laugh, almost impressed by your willpower. You began hitting his leg, maybe it was because of your love, you managed to lift his leg. Barely, but it was enough for you to turn your head their way only to be crushed by what you're about to witness.
The guy hands the clip to his other friend, drops it to the ground, and begins stomping on it. Your eyes water as you witness the horrifying events unfolding before you. Unfortunately, the hairpiece was broken into pieces. When it was over, they all left, laughing about what they had done.
You crawl over and, with shaking hands, collect the broken pieces. Once they were all in your hands, you started to cry hard, holding them dear to your heart. No matter what you do, it never goes your way.
In tears, you get up but wince in pain. You look down to see that you have sprained your left ankle. Sniffling, you decide that was a problem for later, and put everything away in your bag before heading to class.
Upon arrival, you were scolded for being late once more. Â The teacher added another comment about you looking dirty, and some of your peers chuckled.
You walk to your seat, settling in as comfortably as you can.
You sneak a glance at your boyfriend, but once again, he didn't look at you.
Tears welled up in your eyes again.
All you wanted right now was to go home.
Throughout the entire period, you remained silent and wept. At break, you didnât moveâjust sat there, letting the tears flow. Your hands shake as you close your book and put your pencil away.
You jump and see that it was Scaramouche looming over you with that angry face of his.
Quickly, you wipe your nose and eyes with your hands, then clear your throat to look back at him with a smile.
Scaramouche looks at you crazily. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"
"O-Oh, umâŚI..I trippedâŚ" You lie.
He crosses his arms in disbelief. "You tripped? How careless are you?"
You shrug, which makes him even more annoyed.
"Whatever, just clean yourself up."
You nod, then watch him head to the doorway.
"U-Um, Scaramouche!" You try to stand but immediately sit down because of the pain.
He looks back at you. "What?"
You fiddle with your skirt. "A-Are you going to be with your friends?"
"Is it okay..if I can come too?"
"Why? You don't know them." Scaramouche says.
"Oh." You say, disappointed once again by his rejection.
"I'll see you in class." He says, then leaves the room.
You look down, in tears once again. No matter what you do, he doesn't want you around. Is this what love is supposed to be? If so, it really is painful.
The following day, you made up your mind that you'd leave him alone from now on.
It's obvious your boyfriend doesn't like your presence when he isn't asking for it. Little did you know, Scaramouche picked up on this change. He's smart when it comes to getting attention. There's no doubt he hates that you've been acting so dull. It pisses him off because this isn't how girlfriends are supposed to act. They're supposed to be a boyfriends number one supporter. At least that's what he thinks.
During lunch, he brought this problem up to his friends.
"Y/N is avoiding me." He says.
The boys look at each other, then at him.
"I don't know!" Scaramouche bursts. "That's why I'm asking why she's being this way!"
The silence makes the room go bitter. Scaramouche can tell that there's something they are keeping from him. Something that reveals the truth. Already, he gets angry and then asks, "What?" Demanding they spill what they know.
Xiao leans over, "You want the truth? You're a shit boyfriend."
Scaramoucheâs eyes widen. "What?"
"You're. Shit." Xiao repeats condescendingly.
Scaramouche slams the desk, "I'm not! Girls would kill to date me!"
Albedo sighs, "Yes, but Scaramouche, Y/n isn't like them. Isn't that why you liked her?"
Scaramouche is taken aback. "Yes, but-"
"But what?" Venti chimes in. "We've seen you push her away when all she wants is to be with you. You know, because she likes you. It's clear she had enough of your bullshit."
"SHUT UP!" Scaramouche slams his fist even harder.
He looks straight at Ajax, the number one person who's always backed him up, even when he was wrong. But in his mind, he's never wrong. Scaramouche is always right, always. Even Ajax knows that.
"I'm sorry, Scaramouche, but they're right."
Those words cut Scaramouche hard. How could his best friend betray him and come up with this lie? His friends were just wrong. Very, very wrong.
He bites his lip, his nail digging into his skin.
"I see then. I'm the problem."
Out of nowhere, he stands up and throws the desk right at the front of the room. The boys gasp at his outburst.
"SCARAMOUCHE WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ajax screams.
Scaramouche turns right back to them. "SHUT UP!" He points an accusing finger at them all. "I DIDN'T ASK TO BE GANGED UP BY YOU BASTARDS!!!!"
Xiao stands up too, "YOU WANTED US TO BE HONEST, AND WE WERE!"
"NO!" Scaramouche yells even more. "YOU ALL ARE JUST PRAYING ON MY DOWNFALL!! WELL, I DON'T CARE! I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T."
He storms off in a fit of rage. Once again, he's painted as a villain. What he's doing is typical boyfriend stuff. There's nothing wrong with him. They're all just crazy. Crazy!
Scaramouche slams the doors open so he can walk outside the entrance. He stops once the sunâs rays hit his face. Scaramouche grimaces and looks up at the sky. It's so hot and bright. He hates feeling sweaty. He hates the sun. He hates everything.
Frustrated, he looks down at his shadow.
He bites his lip again. His mind is screaming insults about his friends, about their words and actions towards him.
And yet, when he thinks of you, your sad smile as clear as day, he can't help but rethink everything.
Scaramouche claims heâs not at fault, yet he feels as if they were correct.
His thinking was cut off when he saw you eating by yourself at the bench, but you didn't look happy at all. You were crying, and seeing you like that made Scaramouche's heart feel that same pain again. He walks over to you, but you didn't notice he was even outside.
The question gains your attention, and you're surprised to see that Scaramouche is even here. You quickly wipe the tears away with your arm, trying to act as if nothing happened.
"U-Um, no reason.." You say, but you didn't even believe it yourself.
Scaramouche scrunches his nose. "No reason?"
You nod, swallowing hard on your food. Scaramouche stands there, watching you eat while you fight the tears away. You were waiting for him to leave, but feeling his stare was making you nauseous. To be honest, you weren't sure what to do. Maybe he's waiting for you to leave? It makes sense; he likely wants some alone time. You were about to pack up, but he spoke again. "Can I sit here?"
You look at him in shock at his request, but you nod. "S-Sure."
He sits right next to you, but you scoot away a little. Of course, he notices and moves closer. You move away again, so he moves even more closely. You still move away from him, and Scaramouche gets pissed off. "What's your problem?" He asks in fury.
You jump at his sudden tone. "N-Nothing."
"Then why are you moving away from me?!" His face gets close to yours, and you begin to shake a little.
"I-I'm sorry. I thought you wanted space."
"Who said that cause I know damn well I didn't!â
Your eyes fill with tears again. Perhaps you were sensitive, or perhaps itâs because you were crying a few seconds ago. Â Either way, you were hurt.
"I'm sorryâŚ" It was all you could say.
Scaramouche sees you on the verge of tears, and it really hurts. His heart grows even more aching, and he still doesn't understand why. Something about you is making him feel guilty. But what does he regret? Is it because of how he acted toward you? To his friends? To everyone?
Scaramouche looks down. His head hurts from thinking, and he's really hating how his heart keeps reacting to you. Is love supposed to hurt? It's his first time experiencing it, and he doesn't know the answer. He never did.
Scaramouche moves away from you and faces the front, his head still hanging low. It's quiet now. You weren't sure what to do. You watch him to see if he's going to leave or say something, but he doesn't. He looks defeated in your eyes. Either way, you didn't comfort him. You sat far from him and continued to eat, your chewing being the only sounds between you.
The quiet sucks, but Scaramouche doesn't peep. He hates it but does nothing about it. Nothing. Scaramouche looks at the ground, then moves his eyes to your feet. He squints, seeing that your ankle is wrapped with a bandage.
"What happened to your ankle?" He asks, pointing right at it.
You weren't expecting him to notice, and, honestly, you weren't planning on telling him. You try to think of an excuse on the fly.
He looks at you in confusion. "You tripped?"
You nod, trying to smile like it was nothing.
"You trip a lot." He says, remembering how it was your excuse the last time.
You chuckle a little. "Yeah, I'm pretty clumsy."
Scaramouche feels like he shouldn't believe it. It's not normal to be injured all the time, but what does he know? He's never gotten a scar in his life.
"You need to be more careful." He says, and you nod.
Silence falls again. Scaramouche observes your injury as you resume eating. Â He's not sure if he should leave it alone, but what can he even do? He guesses that his friends were right in the end. Scaramouche didn't even know you were hurt until he asked. Who knows how long you were in pain? Scaramouche has never dated, but he wants to try to be better for you.
Because he really cares about you.
He doesn't want you to be afraid of him.
Scaramouche will change if it means getting you to come back to him again.
"What are you eating?" He asks shyly.
You blink at him, then look at your bento. "Um, onigiri and tamagoyaki." You say, staring at your almost empty box.
There's an awkward silence before Scaramouche asks another question.
"Yeah, it's pretty good."
"Yeah. I make all my lunches."
You were feeling a little flustered by this interrogation. Scaramouche has never been interested in anything you've done since ever! You were definitely frazzled and unsure of why he's so curious about your meal plan. UnlessâŚ
"D-Do you want some?" Your cheeks flush as you gesture with your chopsticks, moving them to carry the tamagoyaki towards him.
His eyes widen. He was only making conversation, not trying to eat your food. However, you insist and place the food right in front of his mouth. "Here."
Scaramouche stares, then slowly opens his mouth, taking a massive bite of the whole tamagoyaki. You watch as he chews, and you are surprised to see his cheeks have flushed pink. You smile even more. 'To think Scaramouche can get embarrassed too.'
You grab another piece and hand it to him again. It was all so adorable to you because he didn't protest. He just ate what you're giving him.
'Is this what couples do?'Â You both think, and, honestly, you didn't mind it one bit.
After you finished feeding your boyfriend, you began to pack your bento away. Scaramouche has never eaten so much before. His mother always made him eat strict meals so that he wouldn't gain weight. This was all different, and it was thanks to you.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" You ask.
He thinks for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I did."
You pull your bag over your shoulder. "Thanks, Scaramouche. I feel a lot better now."
Scaramouche blinks in surprise, but his heart no longer pinged in pain. It pumps the familiar feeling when he first met you. For once, he laughed in relief, then smiled lovingly at you.
Scaramouche, awkwardly, was treating you with more consideration.
It makes you blush every time, and you even told him he didn't have to do this. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but he was stubborn. Scaramouche would hold you before class starts, earning a lot of stares.
"S-Scaramouche!" You try to wiggle away, but he only holds you tighter.
"Don't go." Those words were enough to make you stop.
You were seeking the comfort you desired, but witnessing the collective disdain for your existence diminished your appreciation for it. The bullying just kept going. They hated you for being you, and now that you're dating Scaramouche, itâs all made it worse. On top of that, because he hasn't noticed your problem, the bullies saw it as more of an excuse to hurt you.
You've made many excuses about how you're clumsy, your dog that you suddenly have ate your homework, you're forgetful, and overall stupid that you have these injuries. Scaramouche has bought it all. Well, that's what you hoped.
You started joining Scaramouche in hanging with his friends, but it wasn't enough to stop the horror. When you're free, they just beat you more severely. It was getting harder to cover your bruises, but you didn't want to tell Scaramouche. Even if he asks, "Are you sure?" out of suspicion, you shut him down. You don't want him to worry. You think it'll be over someday or that you can tough it out. But your body is sore, and you're crying more and more.
Yet, you didn't have the balls to ask Scaramouche for help.
During the study period, you and Scaramouche sat next to each other, thanks to him threatening someone for their seat. While writing some of his notes, you slid your hand into your pencil pouch to grab your highlighter. However, it wasn't there. You kept looking inside, but it didn't show up. Scaramouche notices your distress and asks, "What's wrong?" You blush in embarrassment.
"I lost my highlighter." You sigh, defeated.
"Well, where did you first leave it?" Scaramouche asks, watching the disappointment on your face.
You sigh again. "I was using it in the clubroom because I was fixing my hair clip."
You turn the page to the section where you wrote instructions for gluing it back together. Scaramouche was easily impressed by the perfectly highlighted page. He noticed that you started wearing it today, but he hasnât complimented you on it. 'That must change.' Scaramouche moves a small strand of hair away from your face, then rests his hand on your cheek.
"It looks cute on you." He says, with a small blush on his face.
You smile while blushing, too. "Thank youâŚ"
He starts caressing your cheek while talking, "You should go find it."
Your heart sinks a little. You did not want to go because of the trouble that was going to happen.
"No, it's fine. Someone probably took it already."
"You don't know for sure." He says, his temper starting to brew.
You didn't want to see him angry, so you stood up immediately.
"I-I'll go." You mumble and rush out in the blink of an eye.
Scaramouche watches you go, then looks at his hand. He feels like he did something wrong again. He sighs and closes it. He has so much to learn about dating.
It seemed like luck was on your side because you found your highlighter right on the table waiting for you. You smile widely and hurry to grab it. Then, the door slams shut, and you turn in fright. It was that group of bullies again.
"Well, well, well, look who actually came."
You gasp and move backwards to the end of the classroom. They start to laugh, seeing you tremble in fear. Suddenly, the guys run towards you and grab your arms. They fling them around while the girls film. You grip your highlighter tight, struggling to kick them away.
"You seem to heal fast!" One of them comments, but they notice something appearing on their hands.
The girls laugh harder. "No way!"
One of them goes and rubs your arm aggressively to reveal the bruises you've been hiding. Your eyes widen even more, scared. You've been hiding them from Scaramouche, even wearing leggings in hopes he wouldn't pester. But these guys got to you first and decided to erase your hard work.
"Let's see where else they're hiding." The boy says, earning a chuckle from his gang.
Your tears start to flow, and you start squirming to the best of your ability.
"Please no!" They pin you down, restricting your movements.
You can feel them start to pull your leggings, even ripping your shirt. It was so humiliating and terrifying. You were beyond scared, but you remembered you had an item in your hand. With little power that you've got left, you moved your body to the side, ripping your hand away from the boyâs grip and stabbing him in the eye.
"OW WHAT THE FUCK??!!" He screamed, covering the injury.
Before you can escape, the rest hurry to take it away, then pin you down again. You hit your head in the process, but you believe it was worth it for them to panic and worry.
"YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT GUTS HUH??!!!" One of them yells, his fist forming.
You close your eyes to brace for impact, but instead hear the sound of glass breaking. Eyes opening, you look over to see that it was Scaramouche. Your stomach drops because you see the anger radiating off him. He had come searching for you because you hadn't come back. When he opens the door, all he sees is his girlfriend being assaulted by a group of pigs. They were too busy hurting you that they didn't realize he arrived.
His eye twitched, then he grabbed the girlâs phone in an instant, smashing it to the ground.
Finally, their attention from you was gone, but now they were fearing for their lives.
"M-My phone!" She screams.
Scaramouche didn't care and started smashing it with his foot.
"S-Stop!" She pleaded. "I-I would've deleted it! H-Honest!"
But he wasn't listening. He grabs her hair and slams her into the ground. The two other girls shake and try to reason with him. Instead, he slaps the phones out of their hands and kicks them in the stomach. He lifts one of the girlâs faces with his foot before hitting it with force.
"H-Hey man! W-We were joking-"
The man gets caught off with a fist, eating his face. Scaramouche began punching him with all his might, and the guyâs friends went to help, but Scaramouche pushed them off. He began punching each one of them for their actions. He ignored their pleas and cries. He's giving them the punishment they deserve. Scaramouche was so furious that it clouded his vision. His fists weren't enough because he stood and grabbed a nearby chair to throw at them. The guys scream, but Scaramouche wasn't finished.
He used anything around them as a weapon to beat them. The girls lay in fear while Scaramouche dealt with the guys. They were the main ones he witnessed doing vile things to you. They deserve every inch of pain. Scaramouche didn't even care that they blacked out; he kept punching them like there was no tomorrow. How could he be so ignorant? If he hadn't got here on time, who knows what they could've done. The thought only fueled his anger more, and he punched harder, and harder, and-
Arms wrap around his stomach from behind, but he couldn't, he shouldn't, stop. Scaramouche continued, even if his knuckles bled. As he does, your hands move to his arms, down to his fists. You grip them, trying to stop him from bleeding even more.
"Please stop.." You cry, hiding your face behind his neck.
"Please, it's over now. They got what they deserve! Don't do this."
Your tears stain his clothes and, slowly, Scaramouche's punches stopped. His arms struggled to move you away, but you held on. "It's over, okay? You saved me, so please don't be angry anymore."
Scaramouche stopped entirely and sat there as you cried. You move your face over his shoulder, then open his fists, your thumb caressing his damaged knuckles.
"Look, you've gotten yourself hurt." You say, sniffling in the process. "Take a break. You need your hands to write." Scaramouche stares, not responding to anything you're saying. It's like he's not here with you right now. You interlock your fingers with his, your thumb still caressing him.
"It's okay, Scaramouche. There's no need to fight anymore. They learned their lesson." You close your eyes, kiss the back of his shoulder, then rest your head on his back.
He processes everything that has happened. What he saw was your terrified face, the sudden change of your appearance, your faulty smile, the shaking, the crying. Scaramouche saw it all but couldn't piece anything together. If he hadn't gone after you, you'd pretend again that nothing happened. You'd tell him that you fell down the stairs, causing your clothes to rip. You wouldn't have told him anything.
Scaramouche shakes. This is seriously messed up. How is he even your boyfriend? How? He has never been so scared of losing something, someone. If only he had noticed.
His breath shakes as he lowers his head, pulling your hands close to his face. You can feel wetness hitting your skin as he shrinks himself lower. Clearly, you can hear him sob uncontrollably, struggling to keep his composure. Tears slide down your face, snuggling closer to him.
"It's okay." You whisper with a small smile. "You were protecting me. You did well."
He continues to sob harder. None of you moves but sits there; only the cries of Scaramouche's anguish, love, and fear fill the room.
Of course, the teachers found out, and you were all sent to the principalâs office.
Luckily, those bullies got the punishment they deserved for what they did to you. You were relieved that it was all over. You were given a change of clothes, and you didn't get in trouble for stabbing someone since it was self-defense. However, even though you were free to go, you sat outside the office waiting for Scaramouche. Even though he wasn't a victim of bullying, he went too far in hurting everyone in the room. Blood was scattered all over the floor. Only a little bit was his.
The bullies got severe injuries and, even though you felt they deserved it, it was terrifying seeing Scaramouche hit them like that. You let out a shaky sigh. What's worse is that his mother was here. When she arrived, you felt shaken and frozen. She was intimidating just like her son. She glanced at you and sent a shiver down your spine.
Now she's inside with your boyfriend, and you're scared about what's to happen.
Your leg jumps up and down, clenching your hands together. It's been hours, and they're still not finished speaking. You are free to go home, but you're worried about Scaramouche.
You sigh again until the door opens. His mother walks out, and behind her is Scaramouche. You jump for joy and smile. In the heat of the moment, you go and hug him. His arms wrap around you.
You look up at him, "W-What did they say?"
"Mere detention." His mother answers instead.
You look at her, and you get the feeling that she isn't quite happy you're still here.
You nod, the nerves coming back to you.
"Because of you, my son was involved in a fight." She says, anger laced in her voice. "It all makes sense. He has been getting more rebellious. Not studying when he's supposed to, forgetting his chores, talking back, and he even gained weight."
Your eyes widen at this. How could his mother say such things?
"It's best if you two break up-"
"No, mother." Scaramouche finally spoke. "I told you, it was my own fault that this happened. Y/n did nothing wrong."
She rolls her eyes, "If you want to continue going this path, then so be it. You'll only become a failure in life."
"T-That's not true!" You spout, earning a surprise look from both of them.
"Scaramouche is a hard worker! He'll do just fine on his own!" You look at him with a smile. "I know it because I love him and I believe he can change for the better!"
You kiss his lips before looking back at his mother. "YouâŚyou have no right to control him like that!" She glares, causing you to jump and hide your face in his chest like a coward.
'She really is scary! I can't believe I said all that to her face!'Â You think, beating yourself up for getting in the middle of your boyfriendâs family drama.
"Well, Scaramouche? Are you really going to stay with her?" She asks, unamused at your words.
Scaramouche rubs your back and nods. "Yes. I love her."
Your face turns red even though they can't see it.
"I'm very disappointed in you." She says.
"I'd rather you be disappointed than leave Y/n." He says, then finally looks at her. "At least I'm receiving the love I deserve."
Her eyes widen, then she scoffs, "You're wasting your time."
You hear her heels fading away, then slowly raise your head. "Is she gone..?"
Scaramouche chuckles, "Yes."
His hand rests on your cheek, his bandages tickling your skin.
"I'm sorry for scaring you." He says with a frown.
You shake your head. "It's okay. Thank you for saving me."
Scaramouche sighs and looks to the side. "I want you to trust me."
Your eyes widen with your mouth agape a bit.
"I know that I'm not normal. I get angry easily, and I always feel like everyone's out to get me. I don't even trust my friends." His hand lowers to grab yours. "I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to be different, for you, for my friends. I want to be good."
You use your free hand to move his face, looking at you.
"I don't want to hide things from you." You begin. "I was scared that you would think I'm weak, that I'm pathetic." You rest your forehead on his with eyes closed. "But when I'm with you, I'm not afraid. I will tell you everything from now on. I no longer will live in fear."
Scaramouche smiles and closes his eyes, too. "Thank you."
scaramouche trying his best better love to see it!
he apologies for how he treated you and even said sorry to his friends!
which they were like woah wtf cause scaramouche never says sorryâŚ.
but they forgive him as long as hes ACTUALLY willing to change and he is
the number one thing is his anger issues
his friends (also now your friends too yippee!!) try to find ways for him to deal with it
"what about a punching bag?"
it ended up being ripped to shreds.
he broke the pencilâŚ..and also ripped the paper.
it led to him screaming and saying curse words instead of full sentences.
"maybe just go to therapy?"
scaramouche was NOT on board.
did they forget the fact that he can't communicate without having his head blown.
on the other hand you thought it might help.
"it might be different than speaking to us. they're experts." you reassure him.
he still wasn't having it.
since he refused the gang was stumped once again
but then you reminded him that for him to improve he has to actually do the effort.
scaramouche doesn't want to let you down so thanks to ur cute face he agrees.
but he's killing someone if it doesn't go well.
now that thats taken care of, what about you?
well you were more proud about your appearance.
what started with one hair clip led to two and you even started wearing jewelry.
scaramouche found it adorable and honestly he just showers you with more gifts.
ever since the incident, no one messed with you anymore.Â
the physical stuff went away but some still talked about you.
it was nasty and it made you sad hearing them whisper but you had scaramouche and your friends now!
scaramouche is scary as ever and WILL confront the person like
"talk bad about my girlfriend, i'll break every muscle in your body."
he never leaves your side in case something bad like before happened.
you find it really sweet.
along with his anger issues is that he gets jealous really easily. he HATES seeing guys talk to you when hes not there or has given them permission.
someone could be asking for help and hed be like "did i say you can speak to my girlfriend?" and youre like "scaramouche..its okay.."
when its not during school its worse. WAY more creeps are out there so he must be with you at all times to keep you safe.
you know you found it romantic but at a certain point you'd like some space.
"Scaramouche, I think you're overreacting a little." "No, I'm not. These guys are trying to steal you away from me." "NoâŚthey were trying to reach for a bag of chipsâŚâŚ"
guess scaramouche has a lot to learn.
his relationship with his mother isn't great either. shes more critical than usual but he basically ignores her.Â
you're also very scared of her and try not to bring her up in conversations.
you feel really bad that his relationship with his mother sucks but he doesn't make a big deal out of it.
he told you that she never really paid attention to him anyway because he was so studious and "on the right path" which is crazy cause he was lwk evil but what do you know.
honestly things have been going well for you two. you kind of feel like a princess with how much scaramouche is all over you. speaking of pdaâŚ..
there was that one issue about how scaramouche lwk wants to get freaky sometimes.
he pretty much respects your boundaries but he still wants go further with you. you have made it clear that you weren't ready but scaramouche just cant keep it in his pantsâŚ.
its not THAT bad. you guys will kiss then he starts kissing all over your neck and shoulder and it feels great for like a few seconds until he gets handsy with you. ok so it is kinda bad..
you asked your friends for advice and they all basically said the same thing.
"just talk to him. if he gets offended thats his problem."
so ONCE AGAIN you tell your boyfriend "scaramouche, i'm not ready to go further.." and he's like "i knowâŚ." awkwardâŚâŚ
"if you know why do you keepâŚidkâŚ" "kissing you?????" "no! i mean yes but..its when yk likeâŚ.kissing me again and againâŚ" "I don't follow."
you lwk start to cry and you were gonna tell him to forget it but NO! you WILL stand up for yourself! you're gonna get it through that fat skull of his.Â
"I mean, I don't like that you keep touching me. I like when we kiss but you tend to get even more intimate and I can't handle it. I don't want you to stop holding me or my hand but I don't want you to feel me up. I don't like when your tongue get deep in my mouth or start to suck my skin. Soft kisses are okay but nothing intense.."
wow! finally felt good to say it fully!!
you were scared he was going to blow up on you but..
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I wanted to show my liking to you but I did it wrong. You're my first girlfriend and all my knowledge is from what others say. I'll do better, I promise. Again, I'm sorry."
you forgive him and tell him that you're both learning.
you guys got a long way to go but it'll all work out!
your friends are your number one supporters and they're like your knightsâŚin a way.
you're def more closer to Xiao though. he's like so chill and quiet that you feel safe with him.Â
you always get attracted to the most scary looking huhâŚ.
either way they're all very funny and it feels SO REFRESHING having people to hang out with. you have a boyfriend AND a big group of friends. its amazing!!!!!!!
you hope to continue this awesome life along with Scaramouche.
watching him grow has been the best part for sure.
it warms your heart and it warms his to see you so supportive.Â
lots of hugs and kisses. he can't imagine not spending his life with you.
