scaramouche fanboy. full time student! draws from time to time. queer. asian. enjoys horror (and yet doesnât write about it often lol), robots/mecha, sci-fi, exploration of intimacy, & what it means to be human. i ramble a lottt. other characters i like: venti, flins, kazuha, xiao, & childe. omw to exercising my #freewill to my full potential wherever whenever
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talks a lot about scara (who is surprised). expect profanity. spontaneous reblogs & posts. hella slow updates. predominantly genshin content but occasional fandom mentionsânot spoiler free. reader is typically gn unless stated otherwise. #onqueue will be used a lot while im away. ship/yume friendly! sfw & not sfw blog can follow me, i dont mind
rules.
do not modify, repost, or translate any of my works unless stated otherwise or given explicit permission to. do not feed any of my works into ai.
there will be suggestive content, will tag accordingly (please block : #suggestive tag if you donât wish to see them). minors, iâm not in charge of your internet consumption but please proceed with caution. this is for my comfort moving forward.
inbox.
openâsend in anything! (e.g. my writing or scara thoughts in gen). spam with chatter gooo crazyyy. keep it sfw or have a suggestive warning. always down to chat and be mutuals.
reqs.
not open. but feel free to chat about anything in my inbox (i mean anything.. go crazyyyyy). you can get me to yap about my thoughts but not to write a fic lol
dni.
basic criteria. (homophobia, racism, transphobia, zionist, etc. will not be tolerated). other than that, go crazyy. banter with me. im relatively chill. i donât mind spamming.
mutuals & anons.
send in ask, dm, or comment if you want to be mutuals or anons, i encourage it! i really dont mind if you are a sfw/nsfw/dark content blog.
reminder.
this is my writing blog. all interactions (likes, follows, asks) will come from @7eph.
@ananeuvii, I'm tagging you directly since you have a history of ignoring things that require accountability.
I'm not someone who makes posts like this. I think callout posts can easily come across as dramatic or performative, and I've always avoided them for that reason. But this isn't drama. I'm going to lay everything out with receipts, and people can form their own opinions.
cw: mentions of self-harm/suicide, harassment, predatory behavior toward minors
There are more than 30 Ana's.
Ana runs multiple accounts and uses them in ways that range from embarrassing to genuinely harmful.
One that I do feel is a mix of both is the @lyneyhatersdni blog. Ana claims this is her ('ex') boyfriend⊠she's the boyfriend.
Someone told me that before the account was fully set up, the following list and recently liked posts were publicly visible (which is just a default setting Tumblr uses).
Every liked post was content from Ana, Lilac, and Karma.
The account types exactly like Ana's; she tries to switch her typing style on it, but she slips⊠a lot.
I always thought it was weird when I first found that account, that it's rarely active.
That only Ana responds/likes my comments if I interact with them??
And what made my assumption feel far too true is this post she made:
This is a self-report if I've ever seen one. And why does this matter beyond just being weird??
This account was used for publicly 'dating' Ana, complimenting her, calling her pet names, having entire conversations with her in the comments of her post. She is having a relationship with herself in front of everyone.
And here's the infamous conversation she had with herself when she posted "im gonna kms" on her main, where lyneyhatersdni shows up in the comments to comfort her. She is roleplaying emotional support from a person who does not exist.
He is only online when she needs him to be (like making that "ana won't be online" post or interacting with herself). He never used it outside of using it for ana. They always happen to be online at the same time, and now she's active on his account bc shes "going to be offline for a long while" and is addicted, so that's what she uses right now.
But it gets worse than just beyond fake dating.
'lyneyhatersdni' was the account behind the anonymous hate messages that Lilac received on her old blog. Lilac's old account (scaraobsession) is now deactivated, so those specific asks are gone, but they were horrible nonetheless.
Lilac had to turn off anonymous asks entirely because of the harassment, and Ana had the audacity to reblog Lilac's post about it, acting like she was defending her.
Ana sent anonymous hate to her own (ex) close friend. And then publicly positioned herself as the one protecting her from it.
That's fucked up.
What's more fucked up? If this 'boyfriend' is real, dating your friend's bully is fucked up.
She also very, very likely sends herself anonymous requests. Some requests are for engagement on her blog; others are hate-directed at her(self). She literally discovered the feature publicly on her blog, as seen in the image with the anonymous hate at the top. The proof is all there.
The vent account(s).
Ana has had multiple vent accounts in the past; her newest was leaked recently. What was on it was absolutely disturbing.
One of the very disgusting things that stood out on this account was the posts written as conversations between herself and what she frames as an internal 'voice,' using brackets to distinguish it. In these posts, "the voice" says things like 'i hope they die', 'i hope one of them dies', and other⊠odd things you'll see below.
Ana responds back to "the voice" as herself, pushing back mildly, but she's the one writing all of it. She typed every word, fantasizing about (ex) friends' deaths.
And in the tags? She writes things like "these r kinda just like the thoughts I don't agree with, but r still there" and "pls know that's not actually me." She tagged her own death wishes toward her friends with a disclaimer. As if that makes it fine. As if hitting post and putting it on the internet is somehow not a choice she made.
These are all directed towards both Karma and Lilac. Ana's always been jealous of Karma, hated them. When they were all a trio, Ana would constantly leave Karma out on purpose; she tried to kick Karma out of the friend group, but ended up kicking herself out instead.
She crashed out on Lilac once, called her a slutty b*tch, over Lilac saying "plsplspls" to Karma. This is exactly what this post is about, and this is on one of Ana's yapping side blogs' accounts.
She treats her own spiraling as a performance and then demands that other people warn her before they vent.
Both Lilac and Karma found her recent vent account and reblogged it. This also isn't the first time Ana's vent account got leaked; you'll see in the image below.
After being caught, Ana deactivated her recent vent account (belovedofbarbatos), and ranted on her main before deleting and then making an announcement post saying she'd be offline for a very long time. Her ass is too chronically online for that, and she's still active on her @windspokenwhispers sideblog.
She only cares that she got caught.
Ana and minors.
This is the part that made me decide I needed to post this.
Someone sent Ana an anonymous ask saying: "Am I allowed to join in on the flirting if I'm 16?" Her response: "YUHP!! Just clarify that at first and make sure it's nothing tooooo suggestive, ur still underage! however in some countries that's legal, and I don't mind harmless stuff."
When someone called her out for flirting with a minor while being almost 21, she defended herself by saying she's only ever said things like "IMMA KISS YOU" and "I WANNA CUDDLE" and that those are platonic. The tag's on the post don't help the accusations.
On her recently deactivated vent account, she interacted with an anonymous person who said they were 15. Ana's response? She doesn't mind.
She doesn't fucking mind that a 15-year-old is looking at a vent blog that talks about serious topics, including self-harm.
When she started getting called out for this, she posted: "no becuz why am i getting pedo allegations" with tags about how she's just showing "platonic affection."
Ana is nearing 21, and she posts content not safe for minors while actively seeking new mutuals with anyone of any age (unless they're under 11, because that's her minimum apparently).
Why am I posting this?? It's a community concern.
Because Ana is an extrovert. She's outgoing and chatty, and she comes across as friendly and fun at first. She reaches out to people in the Genshin writing community, and if you're new to the community or shy, that attention feels good. That's exactly why it's dangerous.
The people who chose to interact with her deserve to know that the person behind the friendly posts has a vent account where she wishes death on her once closest friends. That she sent her own ex-best friend anonymous hate and then pretended to protect her from it. That she tells minors she doesn't care about their age.
I also want to make something very clear: Lilac and Karma are the victims in this situation. Both of them are people Ana called her best friends, while privately writing about wanting them dead. Lilac was harassed by Ana's alt account. Both of them were targeted on the vent account. They've already dealt with enough, leave them alone.
If Ana wants to respond to this publicly, she's welcome to.
Reblogging this to add some stuff, though I helped with providing some evidence for maddies main callout post (because it has the most important points) I wanna add how Ana was being to me specifically, as a way to warn others about the extent of her behaviors.
Same cw as in Maddie's post.
All of the evidence in the following is from AFTER I blocked ana, and all of it was publicly posted on tumblr. I don't wanna include conversations that happened in dms since they took place in a private context and werenât intended to be public.
Let this be a cautionary tale.
On April 17th I posted this, talking about how I'm blocking one of my former mutuals (Ana):
You don't need to read the entire post but to summarize I said I'll block her for my mental health and that I have no negative wishes for her and that I will delete any hate about her. Basically going the pacifist route.
I thought me blocking her would be the end of it. I was wrong.
On April 25th I replied to my inboxes:
There's two noteworthy asks, one from a now deactivated alt Account from Ana (she loves making those) trying to interact with me under another name after I blocked her, which should have been a clear boundary.
Another one from an anon, basically wishing us the best and being kind overall. My reply was something along the lines of "I'm doing well and I hope Ana is doing well too and isn't too hurt".
She made an angry sounding post on her now deleted alt. Over me wishing her the best despite our differences. The bigger offense is her trying to interact with me after I set a clear boundary by blocking her. Both is just weird overall, so I reblogged her post basically telling her to stop talking to me and to stop insulting me. (you can see that reblog in maddies first post already so I won't add it here)
I continued to mind my business while Ana continued being obsessive. This has been going on for over a month so I will just put some noteworthy examples:
She wrote a poem? fanfiction? something? about me:
I think it's obvious enough from the account name that this was her. I think it's also obvious enough that this is about me. Besides this just being creepy as fuck, she also put a censored version of my real name there, something I told her to keep private. This genuinely made me feel scared/ threatened.
Some more examples of her being obsessive and bad-faithed towards me or just generally harmful on her alt account:
The latest post before she deleted the alt was two days old. She has been obsessing over me for over a month after I blocked her. I don't need anyone's pity, my own mental health is fine. The only reason I'm sharing this is to show the community that Ananeuvii has very concerning tendencies that can't be ignored.
I'm just begging all minors who see this to stay away from this person and unstable adults in general.
Here's a list of all of Ana's alt accounts that I could find, in case anyone wants a block list:
modern scara is the type of person to always have his phone on dnd but also secretly deep down hope for a notif from you. like heâd gaslight himself saying heâs âchecking the timeâ a hundred times but heâs actually just checking if you texted him. And then when you do text him he still takes his sweet time to respond sometimes because he likes having the notif on his screen as a confirmation that you thought about him but shhhh you didnt hear that from me
bf scaramouche who subtly follows you wherever you go. it is less like a lost puppy, and more like a clingy cat who is unwilling to let you out of his sight. he silently trails after you when you leave the room. and when you least expect him, you are hit with the sight of violet hair already beside you, crossing his arms after nearly scaring you half an inch off your life. âwhere do you think you are going?â he says as if he isnât well aware of his need to stand behind you like a guardian shadow.
yo zen ur emoticons are getting cuter &cuter ^0^. THANK YOU! i spent an uncomfortable amount of time learning how to decorate & codingâŠinstead of placing a random image of scaramouche & calling it a day. call it #growth â€ïž.
BUT iâm doing fine for the most part. finals are approaching soon, work is still kicking my ass, & iâm graduating next month. so itâs been a lot for me lol. iâm hoping to finish up my drafts once iâm less busy! so for now, short drabbles it is.
âŠ. donât bring out my scaramouche wearing readerâs clothes drabbleâŠ.it is in here somewhere. it is hella fun exploring a reader that gets possessive on behalf of their love interest. scaramouche is quite popular among his peers too, so it doesnât hurt if you ask him to wear some of your clothes, surely? seeing scaramouche in your loose sweaters and shortsâŠ. scaramouche would preen at the thought that you want to show him off as yours. even if he pretends otherwise. dressing him in apparel that is so distinctively ur style feel intimate. it is like sharing a nickname with only him. he is like âhmph, so you expect me to wearâŠthis,â as he holds up your shirt & dismissively shakes his head. only to find out sooner or later, the clothing goes missing whenever you are away because he steals it & covers it in your body spray. whatttt a loser.
(if anyone has a fanart of him wearing an oversized shirt with shorts, please send in my inbox please.)
đStealing Lord Scaramoucheâs Clothing. How would he react?
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SCARAMOUCHE, feeling the itch of seeing you in his clothes⊠There is a possessive part of his brain that preens greatly at the sight.
Scaramouche hadnât realized he would be the domestic sharing clothing type of lover. For anyone else, it would be reasonable to assume it would be beneath him. However, for you? The lines tend to blur. At first, when he finds out that you stole articles from his wardrobe, his immediate instinct was mild irritation. Of course, you were snooping around in his belongings of all things would raise multiple questions. What could you possibly need them for? Playing dress up? Feeling bold enough to play thief where many wouldnât live to see another day for the crime?
(That is until he catches you in the act.)
His brain does a reboot. Blue screen. Loading. There are many emotions he processes in that moment: Warmth. Delight. A craving he hadnât realized was satisfied. A number of thoughts. Some less innocent than others. And an incessant need to wrap you into bundles of his outfits.
It is shocking how amiable he quickly becomes to the idea. There is a level of absurdity he feels amongst the whole situation, but that is quickly overruled with absolute clarity. It is the ultimate form of intimacy and sickly, sweet domestication. You are telling the world: âIâm his!â in a way that is subtle in words but obnoxious in presentation. It is perfect. If anyone had any doubts about your relationship (or any of your suitors believed you were still available), this arrangement would cease it immediately. You both benefit, and the lick of his jealousy wanes just a bit. It is logically sound, and not a bad idea.
So, if you find random pieces that are clearly not your own, donât be alarmed. That is his subliminally (and least humiliating) way of saying: âIf you want to steal my outfits, at least wear it like you mean it.â
Iâm in pain and emotional af rn and highkey need caring wanderer x reader while reader is on their periodđ„Čđ I love your writing so much btwđđ only write this if youâre comfortable with it! If not, just ignore it! Thank you!!đđ
wanderer x reader; fluff, reader is afab but no pronouns are used
cw: none
âYouâre acting awfully strange today. Whereâs all that insufferable cheeriness gone?â
Wanderer peels your sweat-soaked covers off your body, tsking as you turn your bleary gaze towards him. His words barely register; youâre too preoccupied with the pain that currently feels like itâs tearing open your stomach.
He recoils the second he sees your state: curled around a cat plushie, already-cool heating bottle pushed between your legs like that would help in the slightest, trembling and groaning with every tiny movement. A flash of fear crosses his face, which he tries to push down with a sneer.
âWhat is this? Were you really careless enough to get an infection?â
He says the word âinfectionâ like heâs disgusted by it, like itâs somehow your fault, but you donât miss the way his fingers tighten in the blanket heâs holding.
âWhat..? Itâs.. itâs cramps, Wanderer. Iâm on my period.â
He lets out a sharp exhale, dropping the blanket back onto you. âWhy didnât you tell me earlier? Itâs not on my calendar. Are you early?â
You huff. Of course he kept a calendar. Your boyfriend was weirdly conscious about your health; you werenât quite sure why.
âI didnât think it would matter..â
He scoffs, and before you can say anything he whirls on you and leaves the room. Youâre confused for a moment, but another wave of pain redirects your attention, and you pull the plushie closer in hopes of pushing it away.
He comes back in about half an hour, and youâre arisen by the smell of steamed rice. In his hand he holds a little bowl of tea-steeped rice, carefully arranged in the shape of a flower. On the top is some pickled plum, giving the whole dish an impression of a bloom. Under his arm he holds a box of chocolates- he hates them, personally, but he always makes sure to buy you some for cases like these. Finally, he also has a heating pad- thicker than the bottle you were holding, and actually likely to last.
âSit up.â He says, leaving no room for argument, and you do.
He places the bowl in your lap, all while making sure none of the tea spills out the sides as you do. Then, he hands you a spoon.
You pout. âFeed me?â
He scoffs, but he takes the spoon and scoops some of the rice up nonetheless. Itâs steaming slightly as it meets your lips, and it warms your whole body as it goes down.
You finish the food, and two bars of chocolate, and then Wanderer takes the old heating bottle and swaps it with the heating pad. He also coaxes you into taking two painkillers with a glass of water he brought.
Finally, when the pain subsides, youâre left snuggling into the plushie with a soft noise of contentment, the pain in your stomach finally somewhat manageable. Wanderer sighs slightly at the sight, before lifting up the blanket and finding his space by your side.
Your hands wrap around his waist immediately, the plushie forgotten.
âIâm surprised youâre so doting, Wanderer.â
âDonât bother mentioning it.â He flushes, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
a/n: The first morning after moving in together is special in such a quiet, magical way â nothing fancy, just the comfort of waking up in the same bed knowing you donât have to say goodbye at the door anymore. Anon request!
pairing: scaramouche x you
genre: fluff
The first thing you noticed wasnât the light through the curtains.
It wasnât the faint noise of cars passing on the street outside your new apartment.
It was him.
Warm. Heavy. Draped over you like heâd melted in his sleep. His arm was curled snugly around your waist, one of his legs hooked lazily over yours, his face tucked into your shoulder like he was trying to fuse with you.
The scent of fresh laundry lingered faintly in the room â not because everything was actually fresh, but because all your clothes had been washed before packing them. The cardboard smell of moving boxes still clung to the corners, and there was the faint, sweet note of his shampoo in your hair from last nightâs shower.
Everything was new and a little messy. The curtains werenât hung properly, just clipped to the rod with binder clips. Your nightstand still held a half-empty mug from the exhaustion tea youâd shared after unpacking. And yet⊠the bed felt like home already.
You shifted ever so slightly, trying to stretch your legs.
Instantly, the arm around your waist tightened.
"âŠDonât," came his low, sleepy mumble.
You smiled into your pillow. "Donât what?"
"Donât move. Stay here."
"I was just going to get some water."
"You were going to abandon me," he corrected, his voice muffled and warm.
You turned just enough to see him. His hair was rumpled, sticking in every possible direction. His eyes were only half-open, a little glassy with sleep, his cheek pressed into the pillow. He looked impossibly soft like this â which was unfair, because heâd argue later that he "looked like a zombie."
"Youâre ridiculous," you said fondly.
"Iâm comfortable," he countered. "And youâre ruining it by thinking about leaving."
You let yourself sink back into the pillow. "What if I wanted breakfast?"
"Order in," he replied instantly.
"What if I wanted pancakes?"
He shut his eyes again. "Iâll make them. Later."
"How much later?"
"When I feel like letting you go."
Last night had been a whirlwind.
Youâd carried the last box up the stairs, both of you groaning about how your knees werenât built for this. Youâd argued about where to put the couch, laughed when he insisted his game console deserved its own shrine in the living room, and ended up eating takeout straight from the containers while sitting on the floor.
By the time youâd both collapsed into bed, you were too tired to do anything but curl into each other. He hadnât let go of you since.
"Scara?" you murmured now.
"Mm?"
"What if I wanted to shower?"
"Then Iâm coming with you," he said without hesitation.
You rolled your eyes, grinning. "Of course you are."
The room was quiet except for your breathing and the faint hum of the fridge from the kitchen. For a moment, you thought heâd fallen back asleep.
Then his voice came again, softer:
"I like this."
You tilted your head to look at him. "Like what?"
"This," he said simply. "Waking up and youâre here. No texting you in the morning, no waiting for you to come over. Just⊠here."
Something in your chest fluttered.
"I like it too," you whispered.
His mouth curved into the smallest smile. "Good. Because youâre stuck here."
You laughed quietly. "Forever?"
"Forever," he confirmed, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple before burying his face in your hair again.
The water could wait.
The breakfast could wait.
Even the half-open boxes waiting to be unpacked could wait.
Because it was your first morning together, and the only thing that mattered was the warmth between you, the quiet certainty of his arms around you, and the unspoken truth that this â the slow mornings, the shared space, the easy closeness â was exactly where you were meant to be.
boi ur art so sexy :â((( scara :((((((((((((((( EEUUHGGGGJFBFFRJEVDDSSSGSISH
bats eyelashesâŠâŠTHANK YOU ANON! its been a hot min since i last picked up a pencil. here is some sketches iâve done over the years. back when i had so much more timeâŠ
He Canât Sleep Without You. | roommate!scara x gn!reader.
in which you both are roommates (gasp). and he cannot seem to have a good night's rest without your warmth.
notes: clingy scara!!, profanity, mutual pining, one mention of innuendo but still sfw, scara is sort of like a cat that waits outside of the bathroom door, not proofread
roommate!scara small hcs: here | masterlist
For someone so adamant about getting all his 8 hours of sleep, he sure as hell was too willing to lose it so easily.
With one hand begrudgingly wiping away the drowsiness from his eyes, he clenches the blanket closer in the other, shivering as the breeze hits his puffed cheeks and loose top that he carelessly slipped into the night before.
Scaramouche felt the heaviness weighing on his movement; his hair was no doubt disheveled, and his dark circles were already starting to pull underneath his bottom eyelids. Miserably, he tried to run his fingers through the strands, only to struggle when he was met with a particular knot...
In other words, he felt like complete shit.
âŠ
Just where are you right now?
Squinting at the faint light peering through the corridor, he hears nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door.
Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he briefly weighed his options:
Either pass out on the cold, hard ground
Watch the lost hours take a toll on his plummeting mood as he waits for you.
Neither of which seemed possible nor pleasant to him.
God, are those his only alternatives? He drags a hand down his face, slipping on some fuzzy cat sandals (a gift, courtesy of you, after convincing him that it was well worth the price, only to see him lap around rocking cute merch, much to your amusement).
And his mind reels back at the thought of you.
âŠ
A normal and sane person wouldnât limp his way out of the bedroom; a normal and sane person wouldnât take the time dragging his dwindling patience and weary feet towards a conveniently placed bathroom door; a normal and sane person would instead, hog the blankets and fall back to sleep...
âŠ
Despite this, Scaramouche finds himself at the mercy of the blazing light at the aforementioned conveniently placed bathroom door.
He scoffs. âA normal and sane person.â
With his blanket draped across the wooden tiled floor, his hand dug out from under the duvet, landing swift knocks on the wood.
1 knock.
Then 2.
Then, finally, 3.
Scaramouche clenches the makeshift coat closer, shivering as he shoots glares at the door.
âAre you done?â Scaramouche grumbles before plummeting his head onto the door itself; a sense of exasperation flowing through him, and by god, he hopes you could sense his desperation too. âCome back to bed, it is too cold.â His sense of shame would come back in the morning once he was more lucid. But right now, he just wanted to sleep.
And unfortunately, he also wanted you.
â
It started as a simple movie night: hiding within the cozy sheet of a small blanket, huddling closer for warmth, pressing up so close against each other. Even with the screen blaring on his face, clear exhaustion from a movie marathon, he still found comfort in the way your fingers gently roamed, and traced down his back, then up to brush the hair that had stuck out from his neck. While his head rested comfortably on your shoulder, he hummed slightly to the background static.
This was becoming a regular occurrence:
You suggest a movie after watching him fumble around with his work, eyes nearly drooping after painstakingly looking at a computer all day, with coffee prepared in those branded âBest Employee of the Yearâ mugs his company loves parade around. With one quick glance at his sad form, you were already coaxing him onto the couch for âjust a few minutesâ until suddenly, he was cozied in pajamas and the blanket wrapped around him like some sort of makeshift hostage situation.
More and more, until he finds himself cuddled close to your form, his arms wrapped under the fabric of your waist, and your leg lifted onto his hip.
More and more, until he is the one to instead force you out of your chair and into watching a horror movie with him, sliding snacks he knows youâll indulge in when he doesnât see.
More and more, until he feels you wrap the blanket around him the next day, gently whispering a quick âgood morningâ before quickly making a beeline to the bathroom in order to prepare for work.
But in your absence, his hand reaches out after you, eyes flat on the door: a fleeting acknowledgment and the longing to get you back into his arms.
It was maddening.
..So, this was no different.
Another excuse to press close against each other; the cold chill from that busted heater leaves you to fend for yourself with the only pair of heated blankets until the next morning, bringing you to offer another movie.
This time, childhood classics.
âYou know, we should sleep together,â you suddenly say, the rumbling from your chest awakening him.
He pauses, his head lifting from his spot. âExcuse me?â
âLike bed-sharing. Cuddling. Horizontally lying on a mattress. Together. Ever heard of the concept?â you chuckled. âWhat were you thinking about?â
He makes a face. âAbsolutely nothing.â And he turns on his side, his back to your chest, away from your stifling laughter. ââŠWhy are you even asking in the first place?â comes out after a moment.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the way you stretched your arms out to release some of the tension from your body, then leaned your head on his shoulder. âWeâve been doing this for a while, yeah? I donât know, heater is still kinda busted and I kinda donât want to be alone right now.â
There was an extended pause in his reply.
Truthfully, there were little reasons to hate the arrangement and even fewer reasons to refuse it. In fact, with the way your chin comfortably sits on his skin, his mind was reeling with warmth despite the bitter cold biting his skin.
âNo worries, the deal is still on the table, so donât feel pressured,â you smile up at him, taking his silence as a refusal. âI can go out to get-â
Then he cuts you off, huffing with amusement. âSure, do what you want.â
And he leaves it at that, already scooting closer to your chest and comfortably making room in your arms.
But soon, he feels you gently intertwine your hands together, pulling the back of his to your lips. With your eyes glinting with fondness, you breathe in. âThanks," and before he can react, you are already pressing your face into the curve of his neck, contentment rolling off you in waves.
âŠYou were maddening.
â
For a moment, there was no other sound except the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door. Scaramouche sighs.
From being habitually conditioned into only sleeping by your side, he finds that the aftermath led up to whatever state he is in right now.
3:12 am. He checks once more. You were taking long. He embraces the cool chill, the blanket already half-shrouding his body at this point, spilling to the bottom like some coat.
He probably looks ridiculous standing in front of the bathroom, tapping his foot, impatiently waiting for your return.
Like a cat, he could hear you say.
And as if you heard his increasingly humbling pleas, before long, the door peers open, shedding light on his poor eyes and through his rather tense squinting. Barely stepping foot into the room, you jump at the sight of your roommate, who, he would have guessed from your dumbfounded gasp and prolonged stare, you werenât expecting to be up at this hour.
ââŠHow long were you standing there?â
He only regarded you with the tilt of his head, his eyes narrowed at your form. âLong enough,' he murmured.
With your eyes doused with concern, he watched as you took one step towards him, reaching out to tug his hand back into your room. âSorry, had to use the bathroom.â That was until you seemed to catch the odd blush on his face, dim light exposing his visage. He could almost sense your glee the moment you decided you werenât going to pity his poor self. âDid you miss me by chance?â
Firmly, he quickly tugs you closer, landing his head on your shoulder and pointedly ignoring your comment. âJust shit faster, I need to sleep.â
Scaramouche didnât comment on how you sucked in a harsh breath, lips parting as he hugged you tighter. Buried into your neck, he fought the smile that crept up on his face and the raging heat coaling in his cheeks. He heard a soft laugh echo into the air before a lightweight softly hit his head, humming a gentle: âMissed you too.â
He wasnât sure if it was pounding in his ears or the thumping of your heartbeat, but as your warmth wrapped around his cool body, his composure ever so slightly weakened and lulled into a quiet hum. Gathering all his aches in a single embrace, he canât help but desperately tug onto your shirt, demanding a resemblance of dignity, only for it to fail terribly as he leaned in closer, his body already weak from the kisses you pressed against his temples.
And that was enough for him.
(That was enough for his mind to come to a rest.)
So yes, you were revolting in every sense of the word. And yet if he were to choose, Scaramouche would willingly suck up his pride than ever pull away from your warm embrace.
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