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05 : I DON'T THINK I CAN DO THIS ANYMORE

MADE TO BE MINE : A SCARA X READER SMAU 🎥

there is a swirling pit of nauseating, vomit-inducing self control that settles in your stomach as you piece together the least fake smile you can muster — at least, after what ei had announced with such quiet, barely-contained excitement and a soft smile on her face.

you wanted to throw up.

scaramouche, your mentor? kuni, your mentor?

you’d rather die.

you suspected that ei had no idea the history the two of you brought, that contributed to the tension of the table, and any of the reasons why you were so skittish around her son. kun- scaramouche, you caught yourself, was probably also not the reason for this pairing. he looked just as disgruntled as you.

yae clinked her glass against ei’s, and you looked up from your text with heizou. everybody else was laughing, cheering; there felt like a thinly veiled mask of sympathy from the men, however.

i mean, who in their right mind would place their ex with themselves — willingly, too?

i don’t think this is going to go well, i’m just setting myself up for failure.

come on. you had to at least try.

if i continue with this, will it destroy any career that i have? will my face of disappointment, of hurt over our relationship, be too obvious? will i fail miss ei and miss yae? will i disappoint scara?

but why, why did his opinion matter so much to you? you hated him, you despised him; after the sourness that your relationship ended with. you wanted nothing to do with him.

“(y/n), are you alright?” heizou whispered, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand in an attempt to console you. you swallowed back the contempt.

“i’m fine.” you couldn’t look heizou in the eye. the streamer had a knack for discerning whether you were being truthful or not, and you couldn’t handle the embarrassment of yae and ei knowing that you hated their decision.

“no you’re not.”

“heizou, i’m fine.” the last word came out bitingly harsh, and you bit back a hiss. heizou recoiled, bringing his hand back onto his lap and crossing his legs. a flash of hurt briefly appeared on his face, disappearing as quickly as it came. i’m sorry, zou.

you smoothed your hair back and tried to focus on what yae was saying.. but the thought of spending time with scaramouche clouded your mind.

maybe i should quit before this gets worse for both of us.

synopsis !

with all the drama that happened ( that he caused ) and all the things you lost ( that he lost ), you promised yourself that you'd leave everything in the past... so why is the famous youtuber with two million subscribers, music major and ex lover kuni, suddenly back in your life? why is he now back, intruding into your long-anticipated campaign with RAIDENTERTAINMENT? and why is yae telling you that he’ll be doing it with you?

notes & facts !

timestamps don't matter here

yes, yn is genuinely considering leaving

scara's priv account name provides a tiny bit of context

cameos !

@naraven

taglist !

@zuyoo @soleillunne @xiaosonlybeloved @achlysis @gekkow @lxkeeeee @ilyuu @miko1ly @mondaymelon @snobwaffles @juulica @raingoesboomboom @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 @coquettemaiden @sakiimeo @kyouzki @supernova25 @ynverse @thenightsflower @darthvada @danhenglovebot @nnasv @sammybeefangirls @reikofruitloops

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Wanderer roughly pinning your hands atop your head as he kitty liked you neck. This entire thing was a test of your patience, a punishment. His tongue took long strides up and down from your neck to your collarbone. Hearing your desperate, hushed whimpers that were whispered into his ears encouraged him to go further, experiment a bit more, testing your limits.

Soon he started biting at your soft precious skin. On your neck, collarbone and even nipples, hearing you cry out his name he was over the fucking moon. He nudged his knee rather aggressively in-between your legs, catching you off guard and forcing out a moan. He leaned close and chuckled into your ear.

Now, one hand holding your wrists above your head, while the other circles your nipples, even pinching a few times (if he feels like it), his thigh was still nudging closer to your core while you tried your best to get as much friction as you could, by rubbing on his thigh, ahhh~ such cute little futile attempts.

His mouth was busy making out with you, shoving his tongue past your pretty lips, all covered and coated in a mixture of saliva, as he french kissed you. He continued his ministrations everywhere else too, even suddenly halting a few times to really edge you. Hearing your please, whines and cries just made him want to edge you more. Seeing you so desperate for his cock just made it harder for him to keep his pants from soiling with his cum.

“Ethereal Paintings”

12~ Study Dater

Scaramouche x Fm!reader Smau

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Synopsis{2}-> Many study dates and flirting over weeks drew you both close. Awkwardness still drew a line between you both but it was enough for a start. Admiring him from the sidelines wasn't enough, however, pieces of the false facade start to shred; and fate has ways of twisting your heartstrings — Is he really– …

Let’s pretend my awful typos are part of their character

I CANT HELP MY TYPOS PLS

I’M DEF NOT GONNA USE MY GRAMERLY KEYBOARF FOR TEXTS

Taglist->

@akagism2 @pokidot @kyouzki @rmiyuki @infe-risk0 @sakurapeach @bluebelony @kichiyoshi @mikctp @kur44pika @cupids-chamber @crucnhice @neigesprincess @scaramoo @gojoandelsalovechilde @childeslegstrap @sakiimeo @d4y-dr3am3r @m3gitsune @scarletttcroww @sashiette @beriiov @rizakari @xiaossocksniffer

Tasteless Engine (3)

In the next few days, you task yourself the mission of making this puppet a decent boy. Like a cat, he likes to roam around the bungalow and take naps in weird places (in the corner of the kitchen, for instance). You have to go after him to take him back to the little bed you make for him in the living room (you were not really sure if he needed a bed, but he throwed a tantrum). Once the storm outside calmed down, you went down the mountain to buy clays of porcelain. It almost took you a day, and when you come back to the bungalow, you find Scaramouche sleeping on YOUR bed with YOUR pillow hugged between his arms. Annoyed, you put the clay on the kitchen table and go in your room. You take the two corners of the blanket and suddenly throw it, making the poor doll waltz on the floor, yelling.

“AHH! ARE YOU STUPID?! CRAZY?! SADISTIC MAYBE?!!” He yells.

“You were sleeping on my bed! I made you one and you don’t even use it!

-BECAUSE YOURS IS MORE COMFORTABLE, IDIOT!”

After arguing for half an hour, he decides to give you the silence treatment.

You start to be annoyed of his long, dirty dark purple hair and proposed him to take care of it for him. At first, he refused. But Scaramouche can’t resist it when he is given attention, and it doesn’t take long for him to give up to your cares and stop being mad at you. You take him to the kitchen, and he does not object. He sits on a chair and you examinate his hair. It is very long, almost reaching the floor. It is also tangled and kind of sticky. You grimace and take a big bowl off a shelf and put it on his head.

“What are you doing?

-I’m sorry, Scara, but I don’t have another choice…

-What?!”

You take scissors and start to cut his hair. After this, you put his head in the sink and start to wash his hair, it’s a very awkward moment…

When you finished to dry his hair, you realized that you forgot to cut the hair at the base of his neck, and it look like a small mullet now. Embarrassed, you say nothing and let him look in the mirror.

“What do you think?

-It’s hideous.

-Then do it yourself!

-No.

-Why?!

-I don’t want to.”

You looked a him, annoyed, and he looks back at you, also annoyed. You show him the clay you brought, and proposed to fix him. He reluctantly agrees and you lay him on the table, half- naked, near the candle burning on the shelf. You take the clay and start to fill the hollows and the wounds, then you do the most difficult part: the hole in his chest. This is the worst part to fix, but when you finished, at the first lights of the morning, you let out a little yell of victory. You told Scaramouche to not move until the porcelain is done drying, and he whined all day because of that. But at least, you could close the door, and enjoy -for once- a bit of calm in your house. Once the porcelain is dry, you tell him that you would buy clothes for him at the market this weekend, but he objects: he wants to go himself and choose himself his clothes. So, you spent two hours arguing with him and explaining him that if people saw him, they would panic. But your words fell on deaf ears, and during a couple of days, Scaramouche refused to wear the clothes you bought him, and throwed a tantrum like a child. But after promising him that you would give him your bed (that was a lie), Scaramouche finally accepted to stop walking around half-bare in his torn clothes and wear the one you bought.

In the evening, you are so tired that you fall on your bed like a worm. You did not even tell Scaramouche goodnight, but he annoyed you so much during the last few days that it is not nothing to worry about. Once your head hit the soft pillow, you black out and fall into the world of dreams…

Only to wake up next to him.

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English is not my first language, and I wrote this while being very tired so, sorry for the mistakes!