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oh my god

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i miss doing weekends at pancitos

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summary: scaramouche would never share his turnip commission fees with anybody, let alone let anybody touch his island but for you he would make an exception. hell, if you'd only asked, he would give you the world and all the stars because he loved you so.

a/n: i return with a very self-indulgent piece because i love and miss scaramouche and life is not daijoubu right now and i was thinking of it while playing animal crossing. i hope you enjoy!

"you're taking such a hefty fee for turnip sales on your island?" you questioned with a frown, peeking over his shoulder to look at the screen. "isn't that like… i don't know, exploitative? i wouldn't go through the hassle of going to your island, only to be robbed half of my earnings-"

"are you calling me a scammer?" scaramouche interrupted you, narrowing his eyes at you. "i'm just making profit, people choose to come here knowing that. not my fault if you're too stupid to read."

when you'd first gotten yourself a copy of animal crossing, your boyfriend had haughtily exclaimed he would never even touch the game. deeming it as a waste of time and a "stupid little" game, he'd only watched you while you played - that was until you started to bicker about the state of your island. competitive and determined to make his island infinitely better than yours, scaramouche picked up another copy for himself. and so, you'd found yourself snuggling to his side every night as you sat in bed and played together. in a way, it was a nice and soothing routine. it felt comforting to be able to share this passion of yours with him, knowing that animal crossing was not his type of game. and though he might have started playing for a rather petty reason, a part of you knew that it was his pride that wouldn't let him admit that he wanted to do this with and for you. still, you appreciated it.

"the s in scaramouche stands for scammer, baby," you snickered and giggled upon seeing his glare as he nudged your side. "honestly, who would even fall for this? you'll earn the money either way so there's no rush."

"childe did."

"he what?"

"he didn't even blink. he might be annoying but he knows how to make deals, i've got to give him that," scaramouche shrugged, smirking at your shocked face. you wanted to wipe the smugness off his face - why did he always have to have the last word? you've always liked his tenacity and sheer determination, traits that were so prominent and strong that they were akin to a double-edged sword. traits that got the best of him when you got in heated arguments as he was never one to back down, too prideful and stubborn to admit his wrongdoings out loud. despite this, you could tell that scaramouche often swallowed his pride for you. he tried and adjusted to you and that was enough for you.

scaramouche saved and closed the game before turning off the console, placing it on his bedside table. pulling you closer to him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your stomach. he blinked at your screen, watching as you collected wood from your island. "said something about wanting to get that crown for zhongli. that ridiculously expensive one from the store? don't see the point in it, it's ugly."

you rolled your eyes. no matter what childe did, scaramouche would always have some kind of snarky comment ready. you didn't understand their friendly rivalry, it was childish and petty at times but never malicious. in his own weird way, he cared about the younger male. "childe has enough money to do whatever he wants, if he wants to gift zhongli that crown instead of paying off the loan then good for him. you have the money but you're stingy like mr crabs and that's why you're scamming people out of their turnip earnings."

scaramouche grumbled. "why would you even want that crown? it's a useless item, i could give you something far more useful," he retorted with a snide tone, burying his face in the fabric of your, or rather his, sweater. in times like these, he reminded you of a disgruntled kitten throwing a fit. 

"and what would that be?" you asked teasingly, knowing that he didn't have a reply. another annoyed huff confirmed your hunch, making you smile. subconsciously, your hand found its way to his hair, gently combing through the purple strands. he moved closer, arms tightening around you ever so slightly as if he was a dragon guarding its stash of precious gems. the silence remained for a while, though not uncomfortable. it was never awkward with him, both of you having worked hard on communication to make the relationship work as he was rather curt and to-the-point while you held back more and could be passive aggressive. through the cracks of a hardened and cold fassade, there was a warm-hearted person yearning for the feelings of love and home that they always missed growing up. and you hoped that you could provide him at least a semblance of the comfort he was seeking.

muffled by the sweater, you couldn't hear what your boyfriend was mumbling when he finally spoke up. you made a confused noise, halting in your movements. disgruntled, scaramouche leaned back. he glared at you and you couldn't help but crack a smile - he looked ridiculous with the messed up hear and the indents on his face from smushing his face in the sweater. "you know i'd give you the world if you just asked, right? just say it and it's yours. doesn't matter what it is, i'll find a way," scaramouche's face turned serious, hands grasping yours as he intertwined your fingers. 

"i know," you reassured him, squeezing his hands. "and i appreciate it. but you don't have to go that far for me, i just want to have you here, with me. by my side."

"mhmm. bold of you to assume i'd let you leave my side to begin with," he muttered under his breath. "you're mine and i'm yours, hm?"

"always."

"i'll get you that stupid crown if you want it," scaramouche scowled again as he saw childe's name appearing on the screen, annoyed at the thought of the cursed item. meaningful, my ass. childe just wanted to show off like he always did, he was sure of it. but as you tried to come up with a remark, you followed his gaze. your words died in your throat as you watched him eye your fingers. "i'll get you something better, something that you can actually show off in real life." 

scaramouche leaned his head against yours, briefly pecking your lips. your heart swelled at the thought, just knowing that he felt the same way about you made you feel all kinds of warm. it was the warmth that only he could provide you, one that was was inconspicuous but still felt. like a low, simmering heat that always accompanied you but was never overbearing - it always reminded you of its existence, of its gentle and warming strength just for you. one that could also turn into a sweltering fire if he let it, but it was never directed at you. its purpose was to protect you and there was nothing more that he wanted to do. when scaramouche said that he would give you the world, he meant it. hell, he would even let you delete his entire island if you wanted to.

"oh, is that a promise? i'm holding you to it. it better be something mind blowing, never seen before, showstopping and brilliant-"

"don't make me silence you."

"with your lips? aha you're so sexy, don't do that-"

"oh my god, i hate you," scaramouche groaned, moving to push you off of him. 

"liar, you love me," you laughed as you struggled against his grip, wiggling in his arms until you found your way to his side and snuggled into him.

he sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "i do, very much so. you deserve the world and all the stars."

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mwah

giggles cutely

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once again in ur inboxx wondering maybe if u cld tell me how scaramouche would comfort u(woah... scara comfort.. everyone gasps....) if u had a lil panic attack/were anxious all day.........

(i plant a kiss in ur hair) v unedited but i hope u absorb the coziness ive energized this with .. i love u very mucho <3

scaramouche stops ranting the minute he finishes his scan of the room. nothing’s out of place, not really— but if there’s anything odd about it…

he takes a seat by you without a word, a safe foot’s width away from the heap of blankets on the bed, the wrinkles shaped into an impressive whorl. he keeps his hands to himself, clasped and in his lap, eyes naturally drifting to where his socked toes reach for the floor.

neither of you move for a moment. you might not even breathe.

“childe got his ass handed to him again. you never told me that albedo guy you’re friends with has a mean fucking punch.” he looks over for a brief second when the blankets shift. “you should come with to the stupid co-ed frat next time they have a party. i’ll even haul your ass out of there when you decide you’ve had enough.”

the sweater’s got on is old and faded and a little ratty. there’s a hole low on one sleeve, too worn and torn to have been purposefully made to stick your thumb through… but the sweater is also yours, so he doesn’t see any reason to toss it. it’s not his.

a hand sneaks out of the blanket mound.

scaramouche huffs and grabs it, saving you from your blind and desperate search.

“i’m here,” he says, palm feeling a little clammy. not that yours feels any better but you get a pass. he senses an apology coming on and frowns, squeezing your hand. “whatever you’re gonna say, save it.”

after a minute, you squeeze back.

“take your time.” scaramouche leans his side against you, buried under sheets as you are.

“we’ve got a lot of it.”

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short sleeve diluc confirms modern au diluc wears cargo shorts in this essay i will

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scaramouche

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2 & 5 but combined >_<

YEAH YEAH so true so true. like ur his favorite person and he rlly wants to date u but uh,,, he is not Sure How To Approach It. so yes, on paper, what he does is romantic. but then he acts like it wasn’t and you’re left reeling ! but all he wants is to hold ur hand bc he’s a loser!!! he’s a massive loser in love but he doesn’t know how to convey it so if u want anything to actually happen you’re going to have to make the first move bc, as i said, he’s a loser dork (affectionate) who can’t adequately convey his feelings at first. scaramouche is desperate for ur attention but doesn’t know how to tell u! he wants to sweep u off ur feet yet can’t find the words and it always comes out wrong, but he looks at u like u put the stars in the sky...!

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axia inspired but modern au scara being absolutely awful/mean/rude 2 everyone except for his ld s/o (but they don’t know that), so when they visit during the holidays & meet all his “friends” (people that tolerate him)… scara tries to b on his best behavior to help preserve the good guy image he’s curated for his sweetheart… leading him 2 b uncharacteristically nice to everyone – even childe which prompts signora to ask if he hit his head recently & leaving YOU confused because… “isn’t scara always like that?” 

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so icky gooey soft over scara rn. head in his lap, taking a warm nap in the late afternoon sun. getting a lil chilly as the sun sets& waking up to him rubbing his bare arms like crazy after draping his jacket over u like a blanket. he’s a lil shy & won’t let u acknowledge it. warm him up w a hug.. mayb a kiss or two. for each cheek.

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i love scaramouche

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do u do requests? >.<

nauuurrr but any requests sent may spark joy & inspire me to write something… i regard them as suggestions, if that makes sense. i always elaborate briefly on anything anyone sends though… like a little blurb

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how do any of u think scara would react when he realizes he has a crush on someone

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male gaze & its consequences on self insert fanfic is the nerfing of scara’s honest and real ability 2 b absolutely ruthless to reader w/o remorse 

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i wanna write so bad !!!!!!!!!!! ^__^

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luv the opposite of this trope❤️❤️ nice to everyone but u /ur the only one that gets on their nerves etc etc.

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wanna hold xiao’s hand