no, i despise you!
denial [ ft. scaramouche, xiao ]
in which scaramouche can’t seem to get you out of his head, and leaves xiao wondering why his heart rate increases at the simplest mention of your name
all works by luvmouche on tumblr
𒁷 sfw! get comfortable and warm ♡
𒁷 cw// denial, blushing, flustered scaramouche, confused but scared xiao, kissing, confession, mentions of alcohol, modern au, college au, work au, scara is a dork, xiao is dumbfounded at his love for u
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scaramouche
things weren’t meant to be like this for him.
he vowed to himself he’d never let himself be vulnerable to anyone again,
so why? why is it that he can’t stop thinking about you—the way you smile, talk, or even the way you ever so slightly brush your hand against him.
why is that in your presence, he starts to fumble his words, his cheeks heat up and he just simply can’t stand to be there for 5 seconds longer before his heart bursts?
well, he soon found out his answer to the questions he’s been asking himself for days on end—it was love.
“what?!” he stands up, slamming his hands onto his desk and his eyes are practically bulging out of his sockets
“yeah, i said it,” his coworker, childe scoffs at him, “you’re in love.”
“no—no. you’re wrong, i am not in love. i will never be in love.” he says, crossing his arms and squinting at childe.
“believe whatever ya wanna, but i’m preetty sure you are head over heels, mouchie!” childe’s laughter fills the room, signora rolls her eyes
“signora, tell him! i’m seriously not. and don’t call me that.” scaramouche grits his teeth in annoyance, and they both look at signora for an answer
she sighs, “i’m on childe’s side for this one, scara,” childe bursts into laughter, holding his stomach from the pain with a bunch of ‘i told you so’s, much to scaramouche’s disappointment. “i mean—it’s plain to see you have clearly deep affection for [name], why are you denying it?”
scaramouche narrows his eyes at the both of them, “just, because! i mean, could you imagine me, scaramouche, falling in LOVE? i sure as hell don’t!” signora smiles softly at him, “love isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. who knows? maybe you’ll find it comforting.”
“speak of the devil!” childe grins at scaramouche, earning a hard glare. you walk into the office, “sorry i’m late! i was caught up in some heavy traffic.” you huff, plopping your things onto your desk.
scaramouche immediately stiffens, his ears turn pink. “uh—hey, hi. hi, [name].” his once glaring gaze at childe shot immediately to the floor, his eyes unable to meet yours.
you chuckle, “hey, scara. you okay? you’re completely red,” you walk over and feel his forehead with the back of your hand, he flinches and steps back, “ah, no—i’m fine. don’t worry,” he laughs nervously and childe raises an eyebrow, smirking.
“don’t tease him too much, [name],” signora calls, her eyes glued to the computer as her slim fingers type onto the keyboard. “tease? why would i ever do that to scara?” you smile, giggling.
“anyways!” childe calls out, “tomorrow is finally the weekend, who wants to drink? say i!” scaramouche groans, “when do you not wanna drink…”
“oh c’mon, mouchie!” childe grabs him down to his chair, putting his arm around his neck and ruffling his indigo hair, “don’t be like that, we’re partners after all!” scaramouche gags, “we are NOT. get off of me, i’ll kill you!”
“lively as ever, hey?” you laugh, “i’m up for drinks though. i’ve got nothing better to do,” scaramouche’s head shoots up to look at you, “fine, maybe i will come.” he mutters to childe, “yay! ‘gnora you comin’ too?”
she looks at him with pure disgust, “no i will not drink with the likes of you. but since [name] is generous enough to come, i will consider it.” he sticks his tongue out at her, “whatev!”
another day of work is fulfilled and after your shifts have ended, you all go out to drink just like you said you would. childe drinks to his hearts content and scaramouche sits in the corner sipping his juice with childe constantly nagging and burping in his ears—much to scaramouche’s disgust. signora gossips with you throughout the entire night and you indulge in it.
childe is knocked out and signora volunteers to ‘take his drunk ass home’ which leaves you and scaramouche alone.
“hey, [name]?” your eyes shoot up to scaramouche, tilting your head. “yeah? what’s up?”
you looked gorgeous to him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his heart rate started to increase, beating faster and faster. just what was this feeling? it felt warm—comforting, or even safe.
“i think i’m in love with you,” he blurts out and you almost choke on air. “wait, what?”
his repeats it once more, his heart welling up with nervousness but more importantly—fear. his eyes unfocused, but trying his hardest to stare directly at you. his lips quivering, cheeks dusted pink and tears about to spill out of his pretty eyes.
“scara,” you chuckle, “say it one more time for me?”
he sighs, “jeez, fine. i’m utterly and undoubtedly in love with you, [name]. i’ve fallen for you and i can’t think straight when you’re around as if you put some kind of spell on me, it’s infuriating and confusing. i hate it, but i can’t bring myself to deny it.” biting his lip and his fingers digging into his hand, he silently awaits your answer.
but there wasn’t any answer to come, the only thing that came next was your soft lips connecting to his—tender, sweet and lingering. you pull away, and smile.
for the first time in his life, he feels the world start to become colored. his eyes sparkle, tears threatening to spill. “this is my answer, scara.” you take his hand and squeeze it gently, cupping his warm cheek in the other.
his heart was beating so fast, but not from fear—it was from the pure love and happiness he felt in that very moment. he may have denied access to his locked heart that was tucked away for many, many years; but you found it.
xiao
he’s never understood the concept of affection for someone else
he’s never understood it,,, until he met you.
something about you just clicked in his head, the way you’d talk, laugh, the pattern of your breathing, even the awkward little things that you did
all of it made his heart flutter with joy, he thought it was stupid, but he eventually came to terms about it
he was nervous, scared that you’d notice the way his cheeks bloom with heat around you. so scared of the feeling of rejection, the mere thought of it had him tearing up
his endless affection for you confused him, it left him stupid. thoughts flooded his mind—thoughts such as ‘why is my heart feeling this way?’ or even ‘this is stupid, love is stupid..’ but he knew it was even dumber the way he couldn’t talk to you without freaking out
eventually, he started to avoid you. hoping that he’d forget about how he felt about you, but it only made him ache more
so imagine his surprise when you show up at his apartment—arms crossed with pouty lips and furrowed brows—demanding to know why he’d been so off
“what’s wrong, xiao? is everything okay?? why have you been avoiding me!” you huffed in anger, “don’t you know how worried i’ve been?”
you bombarded him with questions, but he never expected you to actually show up to where he lived…but he didn’t particularly mind it.
“s- sorry. i’ve just been,, busy..” his eyes move to the floor, but you had other plans. you took the palm of your hands and pressed them against his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.
“xiao, why won’t you look at me?” you pursed your lips, “it’s like you’re an entirely different person now! it’s weird.” you sighed, eyes dropping to the ground.
he was completely and utterly stunned. your pretty face was so mesmerizing to him, even though you were clearly visibly upset.
he chuckled, “i’m sorry, [name]. i really am.. forgive me, okay?” his smile was all that you needed to reassure yourself. that cute breathless smile that struck your heart strings every time you saw it—although it was rare.
“are you sure?” you tilted your head and he placed his hand on your own and nodded, “yeah, i’m sure. just been something on my mind lately, i’m sorry i inconvenienced you.”
that apparent only angered you more, “don’t say that! you’re not an inconvenience, i think you’re perfect.” you blurted out loud without thinking, but you wouldn’t take it back. not now.
he was taken aback, and that’s when he knew. he reaffirmed himself many times that you’d stay with him—as friends, of course—no matter what he’d say about himself as a person, yet hearing you say he was so perfect in your eyes was the trigger.
“god, you’re so dumb. you don’t think before you speak and you’re so impulsive i just want to knock some sense into you, but i love you so much [name],” he squeezes your hand that’s still on his face, amber eyes fully focused into your own, “i love how impulsive you are, how gorgeous and sweet you are. i’m just so stupidly in love with you it makes me laugh.” he giggles, but deep down, he’s so scared. he’s afraid, knowing nothing will ever be the same again.
you were at a loss for words, tears welling up in your eyes as if you were getting proposed to. the only word you could muster up was, “xiao…”
those were the only words you spoke before you quietly leaned into his pale face, heat rushing up to your cheeks as you gently pressed your lips against his. they were perfect, fitting against your own as your eyelids fluttered shut. his arm pulling your waist closer to his warm body.
your heartbeat matching his, your shared kiss engraving a moment in time before you abruptly pulled away. his chest was heaving, face completely flushed and lips parted, your gentle laughter echoed at the sight.
“xiao, will you be mine?”
he nodded, his eyes softening at your words, “of course, [name]. forever and always.”
a/n: SORRY IT WAS KINDA LAME. but anyways heres the long awaited flufff………. i have to finish something else soon BUTITSOK i will do it by christmas for all of u albedo lovers (hint hint) OK BYE IM FINALLT DONE WITH THIS ONE.
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