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el día que de mí te enamores yo voy a ser feliz - scandalabra x leticia [oc] 1.1k words

i feel like if i try to add anything else to this i'll end up ruining it and hating it so here it is. this is about that one concept i said i wouldn't write about btw.

Scandalabra took deep joy in being the center of attention everywhere he went; that wasn’t difficult to admit, even less so when it was clear as day to anyone who had ever spent more than a minute in the same room as him. 

Once he stepped into the household, he quickly assumed his place as the candelabra placed obviously and magnificently in the dining room—never mind that he had been bought in a mall as a bargain, where he had spent months wishing anyone at all would even look his way. No one needed to know that anyway. At that new place he was free to start anew as whoever he pleased, acting however he wanted. 

Just as he had expected, or rather wished for, his silver plating had everyone, or at least most objects, fooled into believing he was the real deal. His speech and the way he adorned himself—his elaborate hairstyle and makeup he spent so much time on—further helped him to sell this new persona. 

Scandalabra was convinced it would be impossible to ignore him now. However, the truth proved to be completely different.

While at first he had stolen everyone’s glances and could clearly make out mentions of him in others' conversations, the novelty seemed to fade away rather quickly. He was on his own again. Unable to accept this, he soon started going out of his way to converse with other objects, never really bothering to read the room before he opened his mouth. Half the time he would end up saying the wrong thing; the first couple times it happened, they had been honest mistakes; however, at some point he learned to accept that negative attention as attention nonetheless, and as such he savored it despite how uneasy it made him feel sometimes.

Scandalabra basked in this discomfort, or at least tried to, for the longest time—that, until the day he was approached by an unfamiliar face. He stood straight in front of them, fixing up his coat and making sure not a single waxy lock was out of place, as he introduced himself. 

This new object, a love letter who went by the name Leticia, marveled at every word and gesture he made. They chatted for a couple minutes, quite pleasantly so, before Leticia shook his hand and said her goodbyes. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Scandalabra, sir!” She did her best to look him in the eyes as she talked and kindly smiled at him. “I have to leave now, there are a couple things I’d like to get done with before the end of the day, but I hope we can talk again at some other time if you aren’t too busy.”

“Well,” he crossed his arms over his chest and took a hand near his own face, tapping at his chin as if deep in thought, “I suppose I could find the time to do so if it’s truly what you desire.”

“Fantastic! I’ll make sure to come back, then.”

He was delightfully surprised when Leticia did go back to talk to him a couple days after their first conversation. Sure, they did tell him they would like to talk again, but that was just the polite thing to do—even Scandalabra knew that. Those words had meant next to nothing to him until they were standing in front of him again, asking about this and that, truly listening to what he had to say.  

He soon became used to her presence. Her cheerful energy was contagious, Scandalabra noticed; he found himself laughing and smiling more after having talked to her. He started to look forward to Leticia’s visits almost everyday, not only that, but sometimes he’d even go out of his way to pay her a visit wherever she was at instead; her reaction to said visits were so different from what he usually received from other objects, too. He greatly appreciated it.

Growing fond of Leticia didn’t come as a surprise to him; having spent so much time together, them being as earnest as they were, how could he not? Scandalabra didn’t shy away from calling them their dearest friend every time he found a chance to do so and tried to not mind the first times he did and they didn’t return the gesture. He did, however, get so excited the first time Leticia called him their best friend he quickly pulled them into a hug which lifted them off the floor.

So being as close as they were, having shared the things they had shared with each other, being the kind of objects they both were, Scandalabra should have figured Leticia would eventually bring up the topic of past romantic experiences. He knew it was a very important matter to her so, rather than focusing on his lack of experience or making up tales of torrid affairs, he let her do the talking and merely tried to be as supportive as he could.

After having touched the subject multiple times in a row, some times more profoundly than others, one night Leticia told him with the biggest smile they could manage they had a date planned the next day. 

“Mitchell, you know him, right? Of course you do, you know everyone here.” Leticia fiddled with her hands as she explained how everything had gone down, from Maggie encouraging her to talk to him to the actual moment she did. Scandalabra, who would usually lean in as close as physically possible and react out loud to her stories, faintly smiled and tried his best to focus on her words. “Omigosh, I couldn’t believe my ears when he said he’d go on a date with me! I mean, Maggie did say he would agree to it, but I still couldn’t believe it! I mean, can you even imagine someone like him going out with someone like me?”

“Letty dear, you simply don’t hold yourself in high enough esteem.” He reached for their hand and gently stroked it. Leticia was looking at him but he didn’t even try to meet their gaze. “He was obviously going to say yes.”

“Thank you, S. That means a lot to me.” She shyly smiled after hearing his words and shifted her hand as to hold his. “Wish me good luck, then! I still feel like I’m gonna need it.”

Nonsense.

“I wish you utmost fortune, Leticia, though I am sure you won’t need it.”

“Thank you! Oh, and I will be telling you every detail tomorrow night, I promise!”

“That you will.” 

He stood up from where he laid down with Leticia to snuff out the lights, exactly as he did every time their meeting was over. They gave him a quick hug and rushed away from the dining room, leaving Scandalabra on his own.

He cleared his throat, feeling it strangely tighten, and picked up a book to distract himself from the scattered thoughts now filling up his mind. 

“Mitchell Linn,” he muttered to himself, “such an odd choice.”

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If you decide to stop by, I hope you enjoy your stay !! ☕️🧁♡

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I COULD JUST. I COULD. GOD I REALLY COULD.

his voice sounds so delicious i could just. god i could just. m.

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his voice sounds so delicious i could just. god i could just. m.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ helping your f/o's heal,

even when the process isn't "pretty". . .

...because they help you more than they know.

They’ve held you together on your worst days, steadied your mind when you couldn’t trust yourself to, listened when the words were hard and stayed when they didn’t have to.

But love goes both ways.

You see the weight they carry, too. The parts they don’t talk about unless it’s late and quiet. You see the way they take care of others so easily, yet flinch at being cared for. You know what healing can look like: uneven, unglamorous, sometimes hard to watch.

There are days when their armor slips, and you catch the truth of it all. Their trembling hands, the tired crescents beneath their eyes, the unspoken storms that flicker in their gaze; and you learn that love isn’t rushing to mend but standing beside the cracks, letting light through.

That's your only aim. To know they feel seen, especially when their own world fails them.

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i feel the need to let everyone know one of the scrapped fanfics included scandalabra talking shit about johnny's singing in front of leticia JUST so they'd get mad and tell him to piss off because he thought they looked cute like that. i mean he also kind of meant some of the things he said but it was mostly just to get a reaction out of them.

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heart locket for the yearner 🧡

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Who is ready to practice medicine?

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el día que de mí te enamores yo voy a ser feliz - scandalabra x leticia [oc] 1.1k words

i feel like if i try to add anything else to this i'll end up ruining it and hating it so here it is. this is about that one concept i said i wouldn't write about btw.

Scandalabra took deep joy in being the center of attention everywhere he went; that wasn’t difficult to admit, even less so when it was clear as day to anyone who had ever spent more than a minute in the same room as him. 

Once he stepped into the household, he quickly assumed his place as the candelabra placed obviously and magnificently in the dining room—never mind that he had been bought in a mall as a bargain, where he had spent months wishing anyone at all would even look his way. No one needed to know that anyway. At that new place he was free to start anew as whoever he pleased, acting however he wanted. 

Just as he had expected, or rather wished for, his silver plating had everyone, or at least most objects, fooled into believing he was the real deal. His speech and the way he adorned himself—his elaborate hairstyle and makeup he spent so much time on—further helped him to sell this new persona. 

Scandalabra was convinced it would be impossible to ignore him now. However, the truth proved to be completely different.

While at first he had stolen everyone’s glances and could clearly make out mentions of him in others' conversations, the novelty seemed to fade away rather quickly. He was on his own again. Unable to accept this, he soon started going out of his way to converse with other objects, never really bothering to read the room before he opened his mouth. Half the time he would end up saying the wrong thing; the first couple times it happened, they had been honest mistakes; however, at some point he learned to accept that negative attention as attention nonetheless, and as such he savored it despite how uneasy it made him feel sometimes.

Scandalabra basked in this discomfort, or at least tried to, for the longest time—that, until the day he was approached by an unfamiliar face. He stood straight in front of them, fixing up his coat and making sure not a single waxy lock was out of place, as he introduced himself. 

This new object, a love letter who went by the name Leticia, marveled at every word and gesture he made. They chatted for a couple minutes, quite pleasantly so, before Leticia shook his hand and said her goodbyes. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Scandalabra, sir!” She did her best to look him in the eyes as she talked and kindly smiled at him. “I have to leave now, there are a couple things I’d like to get done with before the end of the day, but I hope we can talk again at some other time if you aren’t too busy.”

“Well,” he crossed his arms over his chest and took a hand near his own face, tapping at his chin as if deep in thought, “I suppose I could find the time to do so if it’s truly what you desire.”

“Fantastic! I’ll make sure to come back, then.”

He was delightfully surprised when Leticia did go back to talk to him a couple days after their first conversation. Sure, they did tell him they would like to talk again, but that was just the polite thing to do—even Scandalabra knew that. Those words had meant next to nothing to him until they were standing in front of him again, asking about this and that, truly listening to what he had to say.  

He soon became used to her presence. Her cheerful energy was contagious, Scandalabra noticed; he found himself laughing and smiling more after having talked to her. He started to look forward to Leticia’s visits almost everyday, not only that, but sometimes he’d even go out of his way to pay her a visit wherever she was at instead; her reaction to said visits were so different from what he usually received from other objects, too. He greatly appreciated it.

Growing fond of Leticia didn’t come as a surprise to him; having spent so much time together, them being as earnest as they were, how could he not? Scandalabra didn’t shy away from calling them their dearest friend every time he found a chance to do so and tried to not mind the first times he did and they didn’t return the gesture. He did, however, get so excited the first time Leticia called him their best friend he quickly pulled them into a hug which lifted them off the floor.

So being as close as they were, having shared the things they had shared with each other, being the kind of objects they both were, Scandalabra should have figured Leticia would eventually bring up the topic of past romantic experiences. He knew it was a very important matter to her so, rather than focusing on his lack of experience or making up tales of torrid affairs, he let her do the talking and merely tried to be as supportive as he could.

After having touched the subject multiple times in a row, some times more profoundly than others, one night Leticia told him with the biggest smile they could manage they had a date planned the next day. 

“Mitchell, you know him, right? Of course you do, you know everyone here.” Leticia fiddled with her hands as she explained how everything had gone down, from Maggie encouraging her to talk to him to the actual moment she did. Scandalabra, who would usually lean in as close as physically possible and react out loud to her stories, faintly smiled and tried his best to focus on her words. “Omigosh, I couldn’t believe my ears when he said he’d go on a date with me! I mean, Maggie did say he would agree to it, but I still couldn’t believe it! I mean, can you even imagine someone like him going out with someone like me?”

“Letty dear, you simply don’t hold yourself in high enough esteem.” He reached for their hand and gently stroked it. Leticia was looking at him but he didn’t even try to meet their gaze. “He was obviously going to say yes.”

“Thank you, S. That means a lot to me.” She shyly smiled after hearing his words and shifted her hand as to hold his. “Wish me good luck, then! I still feel like I’m gonna need it.”

Nonsense.

“I wish you utmost fortune, Leticia, though I am sure you won’t need it.”

“Thank you! Oh, and I will be telling you every detail tomorrow night, I promise!”

“That you will.” 

He stood up from where he laid down with Leticia to snuff out the lights, exactly as he did every time their meeting was over. They gave him a quick hug and rushed away from the dining room, leaving Scandalabra on his own.

He cleared his throat, feeling it strangely tighten, and picked up a book to distract himself from the scattered thoughts now filling up his mind. 

“Mitchell Linn,” he muttered to himself, “such an odd choice.”

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taking a break from thinking about leticia in one context to think about leticia in a different context. man i gotta figure out what their realized ending would be like.

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Post-realization Scandalabra headcanons because he lives in my brain now (some are x reader). Contains "other guy" related spoilers but doesn't get into anything specific. All of these are sfw

He hides his small array of normal clothes in an opulent chest. He feels like it ruins his image, even though most people would prefer he wear them. He usually wears these clothes when his week has proved particularly depressing, and his collection of them grows if/when you find out about Jon.

On the topic of clothes, I feel he has a silver waistcoat/coat/breeches set that he says “reminds him of his past.” He does not elaborate and changes the subject if questioned.

Buys classic literature and poetry but never, ever reads them. I do feel like he’d read the occasional book covering the 18th-century aristocracy, though. There is a real book (that I NEED to purchase) called “British Dandies: Engendering Scandal and Fashioning a Nation.” I need say no more.

He hides his trashy romance in the same place he hides his average clothes. Though he gets around to reading them more often than the books he buys to seem sophisticated, he is always left unsatisfied because they never seem to speak to his unorthodox way of treating relationships.

I do subscribe to the Made in New Jersey tramp stamp theory.

Although he loves his fancy food, he adores the easy-to-make “low-class” ones just as much (if not more, because the taboo of him eating such food is scandalous on its own). If you catch him off guard, you can find him eating something particularly out of character. Grit cakes doused in Frank’s Red Hot (which he believes to be his own invention) is a guilty pleasure that he will not admit to anyone.

No matter what perfume he uses, there’s a strange, strangely smoky undertone to it that you can never put your finger on. Also feel like he uses way too much perfume (which extends to Jon with his cologne).

Bathroom hog and it’s irritating to anyone with the misfortune of living/staying with him. He takes forever to do his hair, to put on his makeup, to take a shower, even to use the bathroom for its intended purpose.

Throws IMMACULATE murder mystery dinner parties and promotes them to his regular clients. He goes all out on decoration and lore. The only irritating part (other than the fact that he’s throwing it) is that he gets pissy when you break character. Can also see this applying to Jon.

He is generally useless around the house unless you walk him through the steps. He rarely takes it upon himself to clean/do errands/fix anything that needs fixing, partially because he doesn’t know how to due to the fact that he’s only been human for a short time (but also because he knows he can get away with it.) However, once he gets used to being human, I feel he’d enjoy cooking and baking as a hobby… after many years of downright miserable trial and error.

Dating (x reader) hcs:

Do not sleep next to him unless you want to have a horrible time. An array of problems will befall you. He runs hot, which not only makes you sweat like hell when he doesn’t steal your blanket but also will create more issues when he inevitably does. He tosses and turns the entire night until he finally cranks on the AC, which of course wakes you up, and you have to steal it back. And then he gets pissy and makes a point of not having a blanket or of going to get one to make you feel bad. Never sleep next to this guy unless he’s drugged or something.

Loves to be pampered, of course. This is especially prevalent if you date him, at which point he’ll be passively whiny if your options are clearly low-budget (but it will take some prying to get him to admit the reason for his displeasure). Despite this, he adores any dates that involve people watching and inevitably becomes too distracted by the endless opportunity for scandal to worry about the budget. When he does treat you to a date, it’s one he cannot afford. He will make this your problem shortly after.

His love for being coddled goes beyond financial matters, too. He melts if you offer to cook his (ostensibly) favorite meal, massage him, draw him a fancy bath complete with atmosphere (or even help him bathe if you’re feeling especially generous), etc.

Adores PDA and makes a point of it so you two can be a hot topic. Also partially because he’s otherwise deprived of affection but he doesn’t say that.

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For people with stutters/other speech or communication difficulties:

Your f/o would always be happy to listen to you, even if it takes a little longer for you to speak sometimes. They’d never interrupt you or talk over you, or try to complete your sentences unprompted.

However, if you are someone who appreciates help finding words sometimes, they’d be more than happy to jump in as soon you look over at them for a hand.

If you want help with practicing speech therapy or similar, they’d be there to encourage you however they can.

They’d always be patient and caring, and you should try to be kind to yourself as well 🫂

[for any kind of f/o]

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🍂　Idk who needs to hear this but, self shippers.

BE LOUD ABOUT YOUR SELF SHIP !!!

Talk about your f/os for hours, be cheesy in your posts about them, express your feelings in "weird" ways, show off your art, write that imagine you've been thinking of, explore very niche topics even if you think others won't care . . .

BE ANNOYING !!

Don't hold back and love loudly. Your love hurts nobody, this is your life and you're allowed to take up space !!!

So go ahead and love your f/os with all you have, as much as you want and in all the ways that make you happy 🤎

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I yearn for that fictional character in ways you can’t even comprehend in fact I’ve invented new ways of yearning previously unseen and not only that but I’ve reached levels of yearning that didn’t even exist until this very moment

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Selfshippers im giving you permission to go draw that overly self indulgent super duper cringe art/writing you’ve been putting off out of embarrassment. Go. Be free….. be free my scarab

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