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I was going to scream with excitement when I saw my first request, but then I read it right, I felt sad and clicked on the user, but it's a ghost blog, anyway... send me your requests 😭😭🙏

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So far your limit is twenty, but you're sure you can go higher. That's the amount of kisses you can pepper to Wanderer’s cheek while he reads his book before he presses a cold palm to your face to push you away. Typically, he's muttering words of distaste, about how such acts are unbefitting a library, and of course, that you're bothering him and should go elsewhere.

With that being said, he doesn't stop you the next day when you choose to sit down next to him and begin your daily ritual, or the next or the next. If anything, he seems to always have a seat open and ready for you, lips pursed into his usual pout as he slowly flips through his pages, pretending to ignore your presence. You'll always take that unoccupied seat and begin your little tradition of kissing his warm, blushing cheeks. Exactly twenty, that's how many he'll allow.

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I'm waiting... I'll wait.

scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis | You've waited for him the whole night. Now it's his turn to wait for you.

content | hurt, angst

cw | implied accident

taglist | @aruatsu, @nan0ka

a/n | I cried while writing this. But it's kinda rushed lol

HOW DID THIS ALL HAPPEN? Right. He was mad at you. For some unknown reason. But he really needs to suck it up. Being a boyfriend means to commit to a relationship with someone you love, after all. That's what you told your boyfriend, Scaramouche.

He was being petty again. You asked him what he wants to do for your one year anniversary. But he called it stupid, saying that he'll be busy anyways. So you argued with him, telling him that you two should do something nice for a change. He didn't like that and now he's been giving you the silent treatment.

Despite his attitude, you decide to plan a nice dinner at his favorite restaurant. You wanted to surprise him. Despite the argument, you still love him and just letting your anniversary day pass like any other day didn't sit right with you.

You knew he'd be hanging out with a few friends on the day. Having all morning to yourself, you went to pick up the present you had someone made. Two promise rings, one for him and one for you. Then off you went to the restaurant, calling him on the way, hoping he'd pick up.

It seems like he was still giving you the silent treatment. So you left a text, telling him that you're waiting for him at his favorite restaurant and that you had a present. You made sure to call him and leave a voicemail.

Now it's been two hours. You're sitting at the table. Alone. You haven't ordered anything yet and the waitress was giving you the pity stare. He didn't show up. But he also didn't leave a message. Maybe something happened to him? You had tried calling him several times, but he didn't pick up.

Either he was busy and didn't look at his phone or he was in a difficult situation. You hoped for the former. He'd... never just ditch you, right?

Another hour passed and you figured that he probably wasn't going to show up. Did he really not want to show up to your anniversary? Was he purposefully ignoring you? You frown at the thought, leaving the building and getting into the car.

You were hungry, but at the same time, you had no appetite. So you start the engine, trying to call him, hoping he'd pick up. Tears pricked your eyes as you were overthinking again. Bad thoughts nagging at your conscience.

Your eyes were blurry, so you quickly wiped them with your sleeve. That's when you saw a bright white light...

Scaramouche has been busy hanging out with friends the whole day. After the day out, they decided to hangout at his friend's place. He got your calls and he was a little bit irked by all the ringing. He still didn't want to talk to you. Not until you admit that he's right.

He turned his phone off and placed it on the table, focusing on the present. He'll worry about this later when he got home. He'll talk to you when he has the time.

He just didn't know how much he'll regret thinking that.

"Hey Scara, I know we had an argument, buuuut you should let me show you the magic of our first anniversary day! It's really fun and I'll prove it to you. Can you meet me at your favorite restaurant today at 8 PM?"

"Hey Scara! Please pick up your phone and tell me you're on your way... please. I've been waiting for half an hour and I'm really getting hungry. You don't want me to eat Shimi Chazuke without you, do you?"

"Hey... it's been almost two hours. Can you send me a message? The waitress is giving me that pity look you know I hate. It's fine if you're a bit late... the restaurant closes at eleven though, so come at least an hour prior."

"Hey love, I know you're mad at me, but I want to make it up to you alright? It's 10:28 PM right now... I don't know what's wrong, but please send me a text... I just want to know that you're alright and that nothing happened. And please tell me if you'll make it..."

"Can we stop fighting please? Can you stop being so petty for once, I—!" a pause followed, "I have a present for you. A promise ring. I'll... I'm waiting for you. To stop being mad at me so that we go back to normal again. I don't care about this stupid anniversary. Please just... let us make up. I waited for three hours in there and I'll wait longer until you can forgive me. Just please give me a sign. I love y—"

beep beep beep...

A small water drop lands on the back of your hand as he stands by your bed, gazing down at you with empty eyes. All this white around you is making him sick in the stomach. White... it suits you... just not in this setting.

"I'll wait for you too. So please wake up."

He takes the small box on the nightstand and opens it, revealing two rings. Clenching it in the palm of his hand, he decides to slide one of the rings on his finger, gazing at it while thinking about your words.

He takes your hand and gently slides it onto your scared digit as well, intertwining your fingers together, he squeezes your hand.

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this is sethoscara to me

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Do you think if Scaramouche doesn’t have to sleep he’s just spending eight consecutive hours holding Albedo and admiring how peaceful he is in silence to himself?

Probably!! ^^ I imagine it’s the-slightest-soft-side-comes-out-when-no-one’s-looking kind of deal. And also very rare.

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Hi! Scarabedo is one of my favourite ships and it's a pity it's not that popular. But we enjoy it anyway :D

So.. Can i ask a doodle of them hugging?

(Uh, I like to call them also Albemouche)

Sure!!! Have a pair o' sillies!!

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happy birthday, Albedo

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Ink-tober Day 3: Enemies

Wanted to render wahhhhh but man this is cool too!!

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Ink-tober Day 5: Flying

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silly art idea twitter oomf gave me

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୨💢୧ ─────・ Idiot

▭ Synopsis﹕Scaramouche, who prides himself on being emotionally closed off, struggles with unwanted feelings for a kind and radiant classmate.

★ ❪CW❫── Scaramouche x amab!reader (male), Scara acting like an idiot, Modern AU, somewhat tsundere, somewhat soft and silly, POV Scaramouche

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕Obviously I will write a second part, of angst.

Scaramouche had always prided himself on being impenetrable.

He had built walls around himself, walls so thick that no one had managed to break through. It was the best, the most logical choice. Because the world was cruel, and anyone who dared to show vulnerability was destined to be destroyed. He knew this firsthand. So why? Why him?

Despite his reluctance to have a relationship again, there was something about that boy that made him sigh, even from a distance. So damn cute, so kind, and so different from me... It was absurd, annoying. And worst of all: uncontrollable.

Opening up his feelings was the last thing he wanted to do. Lifting the curtains of his heart, letting someone in, especially that boy, was not in his plans. And the worst part was that the boy didn't even seem to notice. He was an idiot in that sense, so oblivious to the torment that Scaramouche was going through.

Of course, when he realized his feelings, the only thing he wanted to do was bury them. Sink them into the bottom of an endless sea or bury them under tons of dirt. But his heart... that traitor pounded harder every time the boy smiled at him. Damn butterflies. Scaramouche thought, disgusted by that uncomfortable tickling sensation that only he seemed to notice.

He hated his heart.

"This is stupid.." Scaramouche told himself every time he saw him from afar. But he couldn't help it. Every time the boy smiled, a small spark ignited within him, a spark that refused to die out. How could someone be so naive? So... kind? He was everything Scaramouche was not, everything he despised in the world.

"Damn butterflies.." he thought with disdain. He hated that feeling, that tickling sensation that ran through his stomach, as if something was beyond his control. "It's disgusting."

He had tried. He had tried to erase, erase everything he felt, even talking badly about that boy to push away his feelings. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. It was as if, the more he resisted, the more power those feelings gained over him.

Why him? Why that boy in particular? Scaramouche didn’t understand. Of all the people, of all the boys, why did it have to be someone so diametrically opposed to him? "I'd rather spend time with my mother than admit this." He mocked himself, but he knew he couldn’t keep denying it much longer.

And then came that damned day.

After school, that boy had asked to meet him. Everything had been so predictable, so cliché, that Scaramouche almost laughed at how pathetic it was. "Like in some crappy romantic drama..." he thought, walking to the meeting spot.

But when he arrived, what he saw left him speechless. There he was, smiling with that same radiant smile as always, his eyes shining with that light that both annoyed and fascinated Scaramouche. Before he could say anything, the boy spoke the words that Scaramouche had dreaded hearing.

"I like you. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Scaramouche felt his throat tighten, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say. The words were there, on the tip of his tongue: "I don’t like you." But he couldn’t say them. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered more furiously, and he hated every second of it.

"And you ask the obvious, idiot." He muttered, looking away, unable to bear the gaze that so easily disarmed him.

He knew he should reject him, knew it would be easier, safer. Why risk something that would inevitably hurt him? Why let someone into his life when he knew it would all end badly?

But despite everything, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t reject him. Because, despite his hatred for those feelings, a small part of him, a part he had tried to suppress for so long, wanted to give it a chance.

Will this really be okay? Scaramouche thought, still unable to find an answer.

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Something happened in my life, another angsty Scaramouche one-short is coming

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snownon here! its been a while hasnt it LOL

maybe if you have time, some cozy albescara for the upcoming fall season would be cute :D

Hey Snownon! Happy to see you again!! Here’s the sillies! <3 happy autumn!

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Scara has a nightmare (it's childe)

based on a convo with some friends on discord :)

(not rlly scarabedo but i wanted to draw the scara being silly :))

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Matching plushies 💕💕

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