spring002

[spring002]

4EVER

ii. from the window 🎧 contains ooc characters, asshole scaramouche is the theme here, mentions of stalking, misunderstanding, | w.c. 1.8k additional note nahida and reader are NOT related in any way

the rose-pink light of dawn across the morning sky, shining off the ocean. as the tides foamed on the shore, she lounged there, toes in the water. her fingertips drawing shapes into the wet sand. a plan soared above her; her gaze averted up. her hand shielded her from the blaring rays. her eyes lingered on the plane’s silhouette, tilting her head. of course, planes would be in the sky, flying over fontaine but it seems like it’s different from the commercial planes that arrive every now and then. maybe, someone who’s rich enough to come to a beloved tourists’ vacation a week earlier than the usual flock. smiling to herself, a small huff escaping her lips, she’s excited for what’s coming in store for fontaine. well, summer wouldn’t be boring because at least, something interesting was going to happen. 

she was right; something interesting would happen though, she never would expect it to involve specifically her. reluctantly waking up, shielding her eyes from the sun’s blinding rays through the sheer curtains. she reached for her phone, wiping through the probable spam and right to reply to lyney’s messages.

[4+ notifications from lyney] swipe to view

[lyney]: name wya? you weren’t here for practice. apparently, father’s important business partner’s son is coming so we have to prepare an extravagant show!  delivered \\ 8:30 am hello? hellooooO? delivered \\ 8:35 am text me when ur up T_T delivered \\ 10:20 am

[you]: mb, i overslept lol :P seen \\ 11:15 am LYNEY REACTED :(

[lyney]: >:( delivered \\ 11:15 am

[you]: ill talk to you in a bit later :p delivered \\ 11:17 am LYNEY REACTED ?

[lyney]: wdym?? (o_O)?! delivered \\ 11:17 am

[you]: auntie nads called delivered \\ 11:25 am

without hesitation, she picked up the call once the name, “auntie nad”, flashed on her screen. a soft laugh came from the call as auntie nad asked, “oh, i didn’t wake you, did i?” 

auntie nad or nadia was an older lady that helped out name’s family when they first moved into fontaine. not only did she introduce name to her childhood best friend, lyney, but also provided name for advice or anything she really needed. 

name cleared her throat, trying not to sound groggy as possible, “no, no, i’ve been up. do you need anything?”

“yes, can you come by to café lutece?” café lutece? if name could remember correctly, that’s the cafe that’s frequented by the locals of fontaine, a place she grew fondly of while growing up. “it won’t be too long nor take up time with lyney.” her voice teased on lyney’s name as she groaned, 

“it’s not like that, auntie. honestly, he’s just a friend!” name replied, quick to snap her auntie from her delusions. the older lady laughed like it wasn’t a big deal, “alright.” they were both indebted to each other. So of course, in exchange, name helps out too.  

“i’ll be in the cafe in 10 or 15.” 

“i can trust you on that.” auntie nad replied and name could hear her smile over the phone.

[lyney]: ohhhhh, okay, have fun! B) seen \\ 11:45 am YOU REACTED ♡

[you]: lol thx seen \\ 11:50 am

both of them were seated at the innermost corner of café lutece, she looked at the older lady in front of her. it was unlike auntie nahida to be so quiet, but name didn’t bother to ask why, knowing she would know sooner or later. she kept her eyes averted to an odd amount of assortment of pastries on the table, most being your favorite, as if it was a bribe. dangling a lure to a trap, there’s definitely a catch to this meeting at the cafe. auntie nahida’s voice trembled a little, unusual from the confident, almost “all-knowing” auntie she knew. as she stirred her tea awkwardly, off rhythmic clink-clank from the metal to the porcelain cup. “i understand this might be too much to ask from you...” 

name understood to an extent whatever auntie was asking for might be out of her ability. she was quick to cut off miss nahida, taking a bite of a pastry, “auntie, nothing you’d ask from me would be too much. you’ve already helped my family when we first moved in here.” she looked at you like she gutted you out and left you on the streets, wincing at the sentiment you tried to comfort her with. it seemed like it only worsened her mood. 

miss nahida continued, sipping her tea cautiously, “can you watch over my nephew? i believe out of the three–” she was likely referring to lyney and lynette. “– teens that i know of, you’d be the best to help him adjust to fontaine...” and she’s right in some respects, though lyney would be the preferred fontaine tour guide, he’d likely spin it to show off his new tricks– that’s not at all bad but terrible for a newcomer to fontaine. on the other hand,lynette is more reserved compared to others. when she hangs out with lyney and name, she lets her brother do all the talking, placing herself as the residential listener. so, leaving herself as the final option and considering her bond with miss nahida is much closer than the twin’s, it makes sense why she would be… the “chosen one”. poor choice of words but makes sense. 

her wrinkles creased as she went on to ramble about the situation as if it was thrusted upon her out of the blue. “...he’s quite stubborn like his mother. but he’s very sweet…” 

name would accept miss nahida’s favor but on the other hand, who is her nephew? it was strange since auntie has never mentioned her family often.  now that name thought back on this topic, miss nahida only shared stories that related to her problems when name asked for her advice. she rarely made references to them. but when she did, it was always short and brief. this situation spiraled name into different questions that nearly shattered her worldview of auntie nahida. putting that aside to deal with later, she reached out, putting her hand on top of the older woman’s hand, “yeah, i could definitely tour him around fontaine, auntie.” 

“are you sure because i don’t want to interrupt your summer? i understand if you don’t want to hang out with a stranger throughout the break.” 

name laughed, “pssh, i’m sure, auntie. besides, i wasn’t going to do much this summer.” she replied, reassuring miss nahida. yet, she was only partly lying. technically speaking, if you put in consideration that she was supposed to help lyney with his new magic set but that’s merely part-time. besides, lyney would understand because it’s coming from miss nahida out of all people not like a random guy. 

the snacks on the table were dwindling down, miss nahida was still anxious. hell, anyone around them could see it and name wasn’t sure why. “are you sure? i mean, as i mentioned before, he’s stubborn and could come off as rude. more or less, he could be a bother to you. if anything, i’ll pay you.

although she did feel bad for taking the money, she did need it (just in case). “yes?” she chuckled lightheartedly. “i’m sure, auntie nahida. why are you acting like he would be a pain? he’s related to you, right? i’m sure that he would be just as kind as you.” the graying woman was laughing nervously like there wasn’t any truth in what name just said. 

maybe there was a reason why auntie was so hesitant to tell name to chip in this favor. not only name believed that this nephew of hers was ten years old but also a spoiled man child with a pretty, almost doll-like face. his faded, indigo hair, roots growing out, framed his face in a perfect hime cut, fit for a prince. maybe he didn’t check the weather because he was nearly sweating himself in an all-black outfit, baggy jeans and a zip up hoodie. his eyes had a starker difference than his appearance since they were softer like a kitten. but most of all, what pissed her off the most is how he reacted when they first met. well, she wasn’t expecting to be buddy-buddy off the bat, but she wasn’t expecting that he would snap at her.

maybe auntie nahida didn’t inform him about her because from his body language, she guessed that he didn’t know why she was there. he made eye contact with her, his soft eyes narrowed at her. the taller boy scoffed, waving his hand to shoo her off the porch as if she was a pest. he clicked his tongue, “hey, this is a private estate. i know you know who i am and obviously, it’s weird as shit to stalk me all the way to fontaine.” 

get a load of this guy… he’s so unbelievably full of himself. she almost wanted to laugh, biting her tongue to keep the giggles at bay. she was trying her best to keep her cool because she still held onto the faith that since this is auntie nahida’s nephew therefore there might be some kindness under his asshole facade. 

after some more back and forth, it was like a struggle to even talk to the guy. man, expecting this “kunikuzushi” guy to be like nahida might be more than an understatement. there’s no way, they’re actually related. “what?” keeping her voice relaxed while the bubble of exasperation was trying to escape. “i don’t know who you  are but don’t go on assuming that i do.” she greeted him, one foot on the porch and the other planted in the grass. “i’m name and nahida asked me to tour you around fontaine.” 

he tilted his head, bursting out laughing, “i must say your level of stalking is impressive. hell, you might even rival hailey bieber.” he walked around the girl, reaching the door of the estate. what an asshole and to stoop so low and compare her to hailey bieber was insane! not taking his silence as an answer, she walked after him, yanking on his sleeve by accident. 

“hey!” 

oh god, he almost fell. she had awkwardly teeter-tottered to balance the both of them. well, this could’ve been avoided if he was polite to begin with. name even indulged in the thought that he deserved it after being a total ass. “did you even listen to me?” 

scaramouche pulled his sleeve back, making the girl stumble back. she had to grab the porch’s railing for stability. he huffed, gosh, she made a mistake comparing him to a kitten. it’s obvious he’s a wolf and to be specific the big, bad wolf from the fables. “why would i listen to you? seriously, people–  you people do anything for views.” 

name scoffed, letting her facade slip, not noticing how the boy’s scowled uplifted. “are you serious? i don’t even have any cameras on me and why would i film you? i literally do not know you!” 

at the shore [closed]: : @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay @pinxeajin @yomishen @mello-bee @kunikuzushis-darling @adres-tia @lloversss @catyrv @sesamemin @scaraenthusiast1 @bubblebellaz @mywillt0live @itsjustmillie

[spring002]

dawn cafe

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bffs5ever notes: ignore graphics & profiles b/c they're subjected to change

[spring002]

𝓁/𝓃 𝓎/𝓃

an autumn girl. naive. lovestruck. bambi lover. vanilla and lavender. tad oblivious. hater but a lover at heart. loving feeling - mitski. interlinked. romcom fiend. enfp. self-destruction. fell harder.

𝓀. 𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓀𝒶

a spring lover. cautious of others. often in the spotlight. chronic people pleaser. interlinked. connected to the moon. loyal. academic weapon. infj. nobody new - the marias. fell first.

[spring002]

tmr minho x reader

the night air is cold—too cold for a desert, but you’ve long stopped expecting anything to go your way. the fire’s gone out. most of the camp is asleep, including your friends. even thomas, who’s been probably the most paranoid about falling into another one of wicked’s traps. the right arm campsite is completely silent. they deserve a good night’s sleep, you think to yourself, after those long days out in the scorch. finally some salvation.

you’re sitting on a rock just outside the tent line, arms wrapped around your knees. at least the moon is good company.

“thought i told you to sleep,” comes a voice behind you, slightly hoarse from lack of use.

you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. “thought i told you to stop acting like my dad.”

minho steps into view, plopping down beside you roughly. his shoulder brushes against yours. it’s a casual movement, grounding.

“you look like crap,” he says.

you nod to yourself. “gosh thanks, minho. what would i do without you?”

“oh, you wouldn’t even have made it outta the glade.”

you don’t deny it.

a beat of silence. then minho says, in a softer voice: “you’re not sleeping or you can’t sleep?”

you shrug. he doesn’t push.

the silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s comfortable, shared. comforting, like an old hoodie. you feel his body heat radiating off of him in waves, next to you, steady, alive.

“can’t protect you if you’re not at your best,” he mumbles, nudging your leg with his. “since even at your best, you’re not exactly fast. so, ya know—kinda need you well-rested.”

you roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches. “i’m not that slow.”

minho scoffs. he stands up again, stretching, muscles rippling under his shirt as he moves. “please. if you raced a brick wall, the brick wall would win.”

just before he walks back toward the tents, he pauses. looks at you over his shoulder.

“you good?” he asks again, quieter this time. real.

you nod, and this time, you’re not lying.

“alright,” he says. “but you’re sleeping next to me tonight. just in case.”

and he doesn’t wait for an answer—he just walks, like he just knows you’re following him.

minho always did know you better than most.

a/n: i love minho sm it’s unhealthy

divider credit to @enchanthings-a

[spring002]

𝓓EAR DIARY ayaka kamisato x f!reader

summary ayaka kamisato has been best friends with you since elementary school. she has witnessed your ups and downs. your happiest moment and saddest. you have the endless loops of having boyfriends and girlfriends.

aka . . . dear diary, when will you notice that i want to be with you? / dear diary, when will i find someone who'd love me for me?

listed as high school romance, childhood friends to lovers & smau contains les4bi, general angst, fluff, idiots in love, kys / kms jokes, rarepairs, teenage love, written as more corny, clumsy, "dork diaries"-sque writing, more added later as the series continues additional note pairings include ayay/n, yoitao, ayaitto & thomluc (mild kaeya x reader), updates can be found on this tag

signing off as . . . k. ayaka & l/n. yn bffs5ever . . . dawn cafe

𝒹ear diary: it's a new year new me!

0. this year i will... 01. internal conflict 02. woah whos that babe youre with thoma? thats kaeya and hes not a girl! 03. dying 04. hes so cute 05. shooting my shot! 06. [keyboard smash x3]

𝒹ear diary: manifesting works... i have a bf!

07. y/n the bf haver 08. i love him 09. ayaka's ongoing battle 0 10. ayato schemes (♥︎) 11. double date with ayaitto! (𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?!) 12. what a disaster 12.5. ayato the instigator

𝒹ear diary: but then the cycle continues

13. silly bf gf 14. twofaced bitch! 15. liar liar pants on fire (♥︎) 16. surface tension formula is to hug it out 17. i told you so 18. apologies and hugs

𝒹ear diary: maybe im in love with... (𝓌𝒽𝑜?)

19. overthinking 20. ayato schemes (𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?!) 21. double date (/p?) 22. AAAAH 23. dying pt2 24. i dont want to say it but… 25. she beat me to it! 26. i love you (𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎)

fin.

HEY, DO NOT SNOOP THROUGH MY DIARY!!! friendzoned (open 0/20):

[spring002]

𝓓EAR DIARY ayaka kamisato x f!reader

summary ayaka kamisato has been best friends with you since elementary school. she has witnessed your ups and downs. your happiest moment and saddest. you have the endless loops of having boyfriends and girlfriends.

aka . . . dear diary, when will you notice that i want to be with you? / dear diary, when will i find someone who'd love me for me?

listed as high school romance, childhood friends to lovers & smau contains les4bi, general angst, fluff, idiots in love, kys / kms jokes, rarepairs, teenage love, written as more corny, clumsy, "dork diaries"-sque writing, more added later as the series continues additional note pairings include ayay/n, yoitao, ayaitto & thomluc (mild kaeya x reader), updates can be found on this tag

signing off as . . . k. ayaka & l/n. yn bffs5ever . . . dawn cafe

𝒹ear diary: it's a new year new me!

0. this year i will... 01. internal conflict 02. woah whos that babe youre with thoma? thats kaeya and hes not a girl! 03. dying 04. hes so cute 05. shooting my shot! 06. [keyboard smash x3]

𝒹ear diary: manifesting works... i have a bf!

07. y/n the bf haver 08. i love him 09. ayaka's ongoing battle 0 10. ayato schemes (♥︎) 11. double date with ayaitto! (𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?!) 12. what a disaster 12.5. ayato the instigator

𝒹ear diary: but then the cycle continues

13. silly bf gf 14. twofaced bitch! 15. liar liar pants on fire (♥︎) 16. surface tension formula is to hug it out 17. i told you so 18. apologies and hugs

𝒹ear diary: maybe im in love with... (𝓌𝒽𝑜?)

19. overthinking 20. ayato schemes (𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?!) 21. double date (/p?) 22. AAAAH 23. dying pt2 24. i dont want to say it but… 25. she beat me to it! 26. i love you (𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎)

fin.

HEY, DO NOT SNOOP THROUGH MY DIARY!!! friendzoned (open 0/20):

[spring002]

4EVER

ii. from the window 🎧 contains ooc characters, asshole scaramouche is the theme here, mentions of stalking, misunderstanding, | w.c. 1.8k additional note nahida and reader are NOT related in any way

the rose-pink light of dawn across the morning sky, shining off the ocean. as the tides foamed on the shore, she lounged there, toes in the water. her fingertips drawing shapes into the wet sand. a plan soared above her; her gaze averted up. her hand shielded her from the blaring rays. her eyes lingered on the plane’s silhouette, tilting her head. of course, planes would be in the sky, flying over fontaine but it seems like it’s different from the commercial planes that arrive every now and then. maybe, someone who’s rich enough to come to a beloved tourists’ vacation a week earlier than the usual flock. smiling to herself, a small huff escaping her lips, she’s excited for what’s coming in store for fontaine. well, summer wouldn’t be boring because at least, something interesting was going to happen. 

she was right; something interesting would happen though, she never would expect it to involve specifically her. reluctantly waking up, shielding her eyes from the sun’s blinding rays through the sheer curtains. she reached for her phone, wiping through the probable spam and right to reply to lyney’s messages.

[4+ notifications from lyney] swipe to view

[lyney]: name wya? you weren’t here for practice. apparently, father’s important business partner’s son is coming so we have to prepare an extravagant show!  delivered \\ 8:30 am hello? hellooooO? delivered \\ 8:35 am text me when ur up T_T delivered \\ 10:20 am

[you]: mb, i overslept lol :P seen \\ 11:15 am LYNEY REACTED :(

[lyney]: >:( delivered \\ 11:15 am

[you]: ill talk to you in a bit later :p delivered \\ 11:17 am LYNEY REACTED ?

[lyney]: wdym?? (o_O)?! delivered \\ 11:17 am

[you]: auntie nads called delivered \\ 11:25 am

without hesitation, she picked up the call once the name, “auntie nad”, flashed on her screen. a soft laugh came from the call as auntie nad asked, “oh, i didn’t wake you, did i?” 

auntie nad or nadia was an older lady that helped out name’s family when they first moved into fontaine. not only did she introduce name to her childhood best friend, lyney, but also provided name for advice or anything she really needed. 

name cleared her throat, trying not to sound groggy as possible, “no, no, i’ve been up. do you need anything?”

“yes, can you come by to café lutece?” café lutece? if name could remember correctly, that’s the cafe that’s frequented by the locals of fontaine, a place she grew fondly of while growing up. “it won’t be too long nor take up time with lyney.” her voice teased on lyney’s name as she groaned, 

“it’s not like that, auntie. honestly, he’s just a friend!” name replied, quick to snap her auntie from her delusions. the older lady laughed like it wasn’t a big deal, “alright.” they were both indebted to each other. So of course, in exchange, name helps out too.  

“i’ll be in the cafe in 10 or 15.” 

“i can trust you on that.” auntie nad replied and name could hear her smile over the phone.

[lyney]: ohhhhh, okay, have fun! B) seen \\ 11:45 am YOU REACTED ♡

[you]: lol thx seen \\ 11:50 am

both of them were seated at the innermost corner of café lutece, she looked at the older lady in front of her. it was unlike auntie nahida to be so quiet, but name didn’t bother to ask why, knowing she would know sooner or later. she kept her eyes averted to an odd amount of assortment of pastries on the table, most being your favorite, as if it was a bribe. dangling a lure to a trap, there’s definitely a catch to this meeting at the cafe. auntie nahida’s voice trembled a little, unusual from the confident, almost “all-knowing” auntie she knew. as she stirred her tea awkwardly, off rhythmic clink-clank from the metal to the porcelain cup. “i understand this might be too much to ask from you...” 

name understood to an extent whatever auntie was asking for might be out of her ability. she was quick to cut off miss nahida, taking a bite of a pastry, “auntie, nothing you’d ask from me would be too much. you’ve already helped my family when we first moved in here.” she looked at you like she gutted you out and left you on the streets, wincing at the sentiment you tried to comfort her with. it seemed like it only worsened her mood. 

miss nahida continued, sipping her tea cautiously, “can you watch over my nephew? i believe out of the three–” she was likely referring to lyney and lynette. “– teens that i know of, you’d be the best to help him adjust to fontaine...” and she’s right in some respects, though lyney would be the preferred fontaine tour guide, he’d likely spin it to show off his new tricks– that’s not at all bad but terrible for a newcomer to fontaine. on the other hand,lynette is more reserved compared to others. when she hangs out with lyney and name, she lets her brother do all the talking, placing herself as the residential listener. so, leaving herself as the final option and considering her bond with miss nahida is much closer than the twin’s, it makes sense why she would be… the “chosen one”. poor choice of words but makes sense. 

her wrinkles creased as she went on to ramble about the situation as if it was thrusted upon her out of the blue. “...he’s quite stubborn like his mother. but he’s very sweet…” 

name would accept miss nahida’s favor but on the other hand, who is her nephew? it was strange since auntie has never mentioned her family often.  now that name thought back on this topic, miss nahida only shared stories that related to her problems when name asked for her advice. she rarely made references to them. but when she did, it was always short and brief. this situation spiraled name into different questions that nearly shattered her worldview of auntie nahida. putting that aside to deal with later, she reached out, putting her hand on top of the older woman’s hand, “yeah, i could definitely tour him around fontaine, auntie.” 

“are you sure because i don’t want to interrupt your summer? i understand if you don’t want to hang out with a stranger throughout the break.” 

name laughed, “pssh, i’m sure, auntie. besides, i wasn’t going to do much this summer.” she replied, reassuring miss nahida. yet, she was only partly lying. technically speaking, if you put in consideration that she was supposed to help lyney with his new magic set but that’s merely part-time. besides, lyney would understand because it’s coming from miss nahida out of all people not like a random guy. 

the snacks on the table were dwindling down, miss nahida was still anxious. hell, anyone around them could see it and name wasn’t sure why. “are you sure? i mean, as i mentioned before, he’s stubborn and could come off as rude. more or less, he could be a bother to you. if anything, i’ll pay you.

although she did feel bad for taking the money, she did need it (just in case). “yes?” she chuckled lightheartedly. “i’m sure, auntie nahida. why are you acting like he would be a pain? he’s related to you, right? i’m sure that he would be just as kind as you.” the graying woman was laughing nervously like there wasn’t any truth in what name just said. 

maybe there was a reason why auntie was so hesitant to tell name to chip in this favor. not only name believed that this nephew of hers was ten years old but also a spoiled man child with a pretty, almost doll-like face. his faded, indigo hair, roots growing out, framed his face in a perfect hime cut, fit for a prince. maybe he didn’t check the weather because he was nearly sweating himself in an all-black outfit, baggy jeans and a zip up hoodie. his eyes had a starker difference than his appearance since they were softer like a kitten. but most of all, what pissed her off the most is how he reacted when they first met. well, she wasn’t expecting to be buddy-buddy off the bat, but she wasn’t expecting that he would snap at her.

maybe auntie nahida didn’t inform him about her because from his body language, she guessed that he didn’t know why she was there. he made eye contact with her, his soft eyes narrowed at her. the taller boy scoffed, waving his hand to shoo her off the porch as if she was a pest. he clicked his tongue, “hey, this is a private estate. i know you know who i am and obviously, it’s weird as shit to stalk me all the way to fontaine.” 

get a load of this guy… he’s so unbelievably full of himself. she almost wanted to laugh, biting her tongue to keep the giggles at bay. she was trying her best to keep her cool because she still held onto the faith that since this is auntie nahida’s nephew therefore there might be some kindness under his asshole facade. 

after some more back and forth, it was like a struggle to even talk to the guy. man, expecting this “kunikuzushi” guy to be like nahida might be more than an understatement. there’s no way, they’re actually related. “what?” keeping her voice relaxed while the bubble of exasperation was trying to escape. “i don’t know who you  are but don’t go on assuming that i do.” she greeted him, one foot on the porch and the other planted in the grass. “i’m name and nahida asked me to tour you around fontaine.” 

he tilted his head, bursting out laughing, “i must say your level of stalking is impressive. hell, you might even rival hailey bieber.” he walked around the girl, reaching the door of the estate. what an asshole and to stoop so low and compare her to hailey bieber was insane! not taking his silence as an answer, she walked after him, yanking on his sleeve by accident. 

“hey!” 

oh god, he almost fell. she had awkwardly teeter-tottered to balance the both of them. well, this could’ve been avoided if he was polite to begin with. name even indulged in the thought that he deserved it after being a total ass. “did you even listen to me?” 

scaramouche pulled his sleeve back, making the girl stumble back. she had to grab the porch’s railing for stability. he huffed, gosh, she made a mistake comparing him to a kitten. it’s obvious he’s a wolf and to be specific the big, bad wolf from the fables. “why would i listen to you? seriously, people–  you people do anything for views.” 

name scoffed, letting her facade slip, not noticing how the boy’s scowled uplifted. “are you serious? i don’t even have any cameras on me and why would i film you? i literally do not know you!” 

at the shore [closed]: : @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay @pinxeajin @yomishen @mello-bee @kunikuzushis-darling @adres-tia @lloversss @catyrv @sesamemin @scaraenthusiast1 @bubblebellaz @mywillt0live @itsjustmillie

[spring002]

opening taglist for an ayaka smau

it will start when i publish ch3 of 4ever

BUT i will publish the series masterlist rn

[spring002]

𝓓EAR DIARY ayaka kamisato x f!reader

summary ayaka kamisato has been best friends with you since elementary school. she has witnessed your ups and downs. your happiest moment and saddest. you have the endless loops of having boyfriends and girlfriends.

aka . . . dear diary, when will you notice that i want to be with you? / dear diary, when will i find someone who'd love me for me?

listed as high school romance, childhood friends to lovers & smau contains les4bi, general angst, fluff, idiots in love, kys / kms jokes, rarepairs, teenage love, written as more corny, clumsy, "dork diaries"-sque writing, more added later as the series continuesadditional note pairings include ayay/n, yoitao, ayaitto & thomluc (mild kaeya x reader), updates can be found on this tag

signing off as . . . k. ayaka & l/n. yn bffs5ever . . . dawn cafe

𝒹ear diary: it's a new year new me!

0. this year i will... 01. internal conflict 02. woah whos that babe youre with thoma? thats kaeya and hes not a girl! 03. dying 04. hes so cute 05. shooting my shot! 06. [keyboard smash x3]

𝒹ear diary: manifesting works... i have a bf!

07. y/n the bf haver 08. i love him 09. ayaka's ongoing battle 0 10. ayato schemes (♥︎) 11. double date with ayaitto! (𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔?!) 12. what a disaster 12.5. ayato the instigator

𝒹ear diary: but then the cycle continues

13. silly bf gf 14. twofaced bitch! 15. liar liar pants on fire (♥︎) 16. surface tension formula is to hug it out 17. i told you so 18. apologies and hugs

𝒹ear diary: maybe im in love with... (𝓌𝒽𝑜?)

19. overthinking 20. ayato schemes (𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?!) 21. double date (/p?) 22. AAAAH 23. dying pt2 24. i dont want to say it but… 25. she beat me to it! 26. i love you (𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎)

fin.

HEY, DO NOT SNOOP THROUGH MY DIARY!!! friendzoned (open 0/20):

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opening taglist for an ayaka smau

it will start when i publish ch3 of 4ever

BUT i will publish the series masterlist rn

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rip to 🍀 vivi writes replaced with 🎀 vivi writes because new theme = new tag ! ! ! !

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4EVER

ii. from the window 🎧 contains ooc characters, asshole scaramouche is the theme here, mentions of stalking, misunderstanding, | w.c. 1.8k additional note nahida and reader are NOT related in any way

the rose-pink light of dawn across the morning sky, shining off the ocean. as the tides foamed on the shore, she lounged there, toes in the water. her fingertips drawing shapes into the wet sand. a plan soared above her; her gaze averted up. her hand shielded her from the blaring rays. her eyes lingered on the plane’s silhouette, tilting her head. of course, planes would be in the sky, flying over fontaine but it seems like it’s different from the commercial planes that arrive every now and then. maybe, someone who’s rich enough to come to a beloved tourists’ vacation a week earlier than the usual flock. smiling to herself, a small huff escaping her lips, she’s excited for what’s coming in store for fontaine. well, summer wouldn’t be boring because at least, something interesting was going to happen. 

she was right; something interesting would happen though, she never would expect it to involve specifically her. reluctantly waking up, shielding her eyes from the sun’s blinding rays through the sheer curtains. she reached for her phone, wiping through the probable spam and right to reply to lyney’s messages.

[4+ notifications from lyney] swipe to view

[lyney]: name wya? you weren’t here for practice. apparently, father’s important business partner’s son is coming so we have to prepare an extravagant show!  delivered \\ 8:30 am hello? hellooooO? delivered \\ 8:35 am text me when ur up T_T delivered \\ 10:20 am

[you]: mb, i overslept lol :P seen \\ 11:15 am LYNEY REACTED :(

[lyney]: >:( delivered \\ 11:15 am

[you]: ill talk to you in a bit later :p delivered \\ 11:17 am LYNEY REACTED ?

[lyney]: wdym?? (o_O)?! delivered \\ 11:17 am

[you]: auntie nads called delivered \\ 11:25 am

without hesitation, she picked up the call once the name, “auntie nad”, flashed on her screen. a soft laugh came from the call as auntie nad asked, “oh, i didn’t wake you, did i?” 

auntie nad or nadia was an older lady that helped out name’s family when they first moved into fontaine. not only did she introduce name to her childhood best friend, lyney, but also provided name for advice or anything she really needed. 

name cleared her throat, trying not to sound groggy as possible, “no, no, i’ve been up. do you need anything?”

“yes, can you come by to café lutece?” café lutece? if name could remember correctly, that’s the cafe that’s frequented by the locals of fontaine, a place she grew fondly of while growing up. “it won’t be too long nor take up time with lyney.” her voice teased on lyney’s name as she groaned, 

“it’s not like that, auntie. honestly, he’s just a friend!” name replied, quick to snap her auntie from her delusions. the older lady laughed like it wasn’t a big deal, “alright.” they were both indebted to each other. So of course, in exchange, name helps out too.  

“i’ll be in the cafe in 10 or 15.” 

“i can trust you on that.” auntie nad replied and name could hear her smile over the phone.

[lyney]: ohhhhh, okay, have fun! B) seen \\ 11:45 am YOU REACTED ♡

[you]: lol thx seen \\ 11:50 am

both of them were seated at the innermost corner of café lutece, she looked at the older lady in front of her. it was unlike auntie nahida to be so quiet, but name didn’t bother to ask why, knowing she would know sooner or later. she kept her eyes averted to an odd amount of assortment of pastries on the table, most being your favorite, as if it was a bribe. dangling a lure to a trap, there’s definitely a catch to this meeting at the cafe. auntie nahida’s voice trembled a little, unusual from the confident, almost “all-knowing” auntie she knew. as she stirred her tea awkwardly, off rhythmic clink-clank from the metal to the porcelain cup. “i understand this might be too much to ask from you...” 

name understood to an extent whatever auntie was asking for might be out of her ability. she was quick to cut off miss nahida, taking a bite of a pastry, “auntie, nothing you’d ask from me would be too much. you’ve already helped my family when we first moved in here.” she looked at you like she gutted you out and left you on the streets, wincing at the sentiment you tried to comfort her with. it seemed like it only worsened her mood. 

miss nahida continued, sipping her tea cautiously, “can you watch over my nephew? i believe out of the three–” she was likely referring to lyney and lynette. “– teens that i know of, you’d be the best to help him adjust to fontaine...” and she’s right in some respects, though lyney would be the preferred fontaine tour guide, he’d likely spin it to show off his new tricks– that’s not at all bad but terrible for a newcomer to fontaine. on the other hand,lynette is more reserved compared to others. when she hangs out with lyney and name, she lets her brother do all the talking, placing herself as the residential listener. so, leaving herself as the final option and considering her bond with miss nahida is much closer than the twin’s, it makes sense why she would be… the “chosen one”. poor choice of words but makes sense. 

her wrinkles creased as she went on to ramble about the situation as if it was thrusted upon her out of the blue. “...he’s quite stubborn like his mother. but he’s very sweet…” 

name would accept miss nahida’s favor but on the other hand, who is her nephew? it was strange since auntie has never mentioned her family often.  now that name thought back on this topic, miss nahida only shared stories that related to her problems when name asked for her advice. she rarely made references to them. but when she did, it was always short and brief. this situation spiraled name into different questions that nearly shattered her worldview of auntie nahida. putting that aside to deal with later, she reached out, putting her hand on top of the older woman’s hand, “yeah, i could definitely tour him around fontaine, auntie.” 

“are you sure because i don’t want to interrupt your summer? i understand if you don’t want to hang out with a stranger throughout the break.” 

name laughed, “pssh, i’m sure, auntie. besides, i wasn’t going to do much this summer.” she replied, reassuring miss nahida. yet, she was only partly lying. technically speaking, if you put in consideration that she was supposed to help lyney with his new magic set but that’s merely part-time. besides, lyney would understand because it’s coming from miss nahida out of all people not like a random guy. 

the snacks on the table were dwindling down, miss nahida was still anxious. hell, anyone around them could see it and name wasn’t sure why. “are you sure? i mean, as i mentioned before, he’s stubborn and could come off as rude. more or less, he could be a bother to you. if anything, i’ll pay you.

although she did feel bad for taking the money, she did need it (just in case). “yes?” she chuckled lightheartedly. “i’m sure, auntie nahida. why are you acting like he would be a pain? he’s related to you, right? i’m sure that he would be just as kind as you.” the graying woman was laughing nervously like there wasn’t any truth in what name just said. 

maybe there was a reason why auntie was so hesitant to tell name to chip in this favor. not only name believed that this nephew of hers was ten years old but also a spoiled man child with a pretty, almost doll-like face. his faded, indigo hair, roots growing out, framed his face in a perfect hime cut, fit for a prince. maybe he didn’t check the weather because he was nearly sweating himself in an all-black outfit, baggy jeans and a zip up hoodie. his eyes had a starker difference than his appearance since they were softer like a kitten. but most of all, what pissed her off the most is how he reacted when they first met. well, she wasn’t expecting to be buddy-buddy off the bat, but she wasn’t expecting that he would snap at her.

maybe auntie nahida didn’t inform him about her because from his body language, she guessed that he didn’t know why she was there. he made eye contact with her, his soft eyes narrowed at her. the taller boy scoffed, waving his hand to shoo her off the porch as if she was a pest. he clicked his tongue, “hey, this is a private estate. i know you know who i am and obviously, it’s weird as shit to stalk me all the way to fontaine.” 

get a load of this guy… he’s so unbelievably full of himself. she almost wanted to laugh, biting her tongue to keep the giggles at bay. she was trying her best to keep her cool because she still held onto the faith that since this is auntie nahida’s nephew therefore there might be some kindness under his asshole facade. 

after some more back and forth, it was like a struggle to even talk to the guy. man, expecting this “kunikuzushi” guy to be like nahida might be more than an understatement. there’s no way, they’re actually related. “what?” keeping her voice relaxed while the bubble of exasperation was trying to escape. “i don’t know who you  are but don’t go on assuming that i do.” she greeted him, one foot on the porch and the other planted in the grass. “i’m name and nahida asked me to tour you around fontaine.” 

he tilted his head, bursting out laughing, “i must say your level of stalking is impressive. hell, you might even rival hailey bieber.” he walked around the girl, reaching the door of the estate. what an asshole and to stoop so low and compare her to hailey bieber was insane! not taking his silence as an answer, she walked after him, yanking on his sleeve by accident. 

“hey!” 

oh god, he almost fell. she had awkwardly teeter-tottered to balance the both of them. well, this could’ve been avoided if he was polite to begin with. name even indulged in the thought that he deserved it after being a total ass. “did you even listen to me?” 

scaramouche pulled his sleeve back, making the girl stumble back. she had to grab the porch’s railing for stability. he huffed, gosh, she made a mistake comparing him to a kitten. it’s obvious he’s a wolf and to be specific the big, bad wolf from the fables. “why would i listen to you? seriously, people–  you people do anything for views.” 

name scoffed, letting her facade slip, not noticing how the boy’s scowled uplifted. “are you serious? i don’t even have any cameras on me and why would i film you? i literally do not know you!” 

at the shore [closed]: : @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay @pinxeajin @yomishen @mello-bee @kunikuzushis-darling @adres-tia @lloversss @catyrv @sesamemin @scaraenthusiast1 @bubblebellaz @mywillt0live @itsjustmillie

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4EVER

ii. from the window 🎧 contains ooc characters, asshole scaramouche is the theme here, mentions of stalking, misunderstanding, | w.c. 1.8k additional note nahida and reader are NOT related in any way

the rose-pink light of dawn across the morning sky, shining off the ocean. as the tides foamed on the shore, she lounged there, toes in the water. her fingertips drawing shapes into the wet sand. a plan soared above her; her gaze averted up. her hand shielded her from the blaring rays. her eyes lingered on the plane’s silhouette, tilting her head. of course, planes would be in the sky, flying over fontaine but it seems like it’s different from the commercial planes that arrive every now and then. maybe, someone who’s rich enough to come to a beloved tourists’ vacation a week earlier than the usual flock. smiling to herself, a small huff escaping her lips, she’s excited for what’s coming in store for fontaine. well, summer wouldn’t be boring because at least, something interesting was going to happen. 

she was right; something interesting would happen though, she never would expect it to involve specifically her. reluctantly waking up, shielding her eyes from the sun’s blinding rays through the sheer curtains. she reached for her phone, wiping through the probable spam and right to reply to lyney’s messages.

[4+ notifications from lyney] swipe to view

[lyney]: name wya? you weren’t here for practice. apparently, father’s important business partner’s son is coming so we have to prepare an extravagant show!  delivered \\ 8:30 am hello? hellooooO? delivered \\ 8:35 am text me when ur up T_T delivered \\ 10:20 am

[you]: mb, i overslept lol :P seen \\ 11:15 am LYNEY REACTED :(

[lyney]: >:( delivered \\ 11:15 am

[you]: ill talk to you in a bit later :p delivered \\ 11:17 am LYNEY REACTED ?

[lyney]: wdym?? (o_O)?! delivered \\ 11:17 am

[you]: auntie nads called delivered \\ 11:25 am

without hesitation, she picked up the call once the name, “auntie nad”, flashed on her screen. a soft laugh came from the call as auntie nad asked, “oh, i didn’t wake you, did i?” 

auntie nad or nadia was an older lady that helped out name’s family when they first moved into fontaine. not only did she introduce name to her childhood best friend, lyney, but also provided name for advice or anything she really needed. 

name cleared her throat, trying not to sound groggy as possible, “no, no, i’ve been up. do you need anything?”

“yes, can you come by to café lutece?” café lutece? if name could remember correctly, that’s the cafe that’s frequented by the locals of fontaine, a place she grew fondly of while growing up. “it won’t be too long nor take up time with lyney.” her voice teased on lyney’s name as she groaned, 

“it’s not like that, auntie. honestly, he’s just a friend!” name replied, quick to snap her auntie from her delusions. the older lady laughed like it wasn’t a big deal, “alright.” they were both indebted to each other. So of course, in exchange, name helps out too.  

“i’ll be in the cafe in 10 or 15.” 

“i can trust you on that.” auntie nad replied and name could hear her smile over the phone.

[lyney]: ohhhhh, okay, have fun! B) seen \\ 11:45 am YOU REACTED ♡

[you]: lol thx seen \\ 11:50 am

both of them were seated at the innermost corner of café lutece, she looked at the older lady in front of her. it was unlike auntie nahida to be so quiet, but name didn’t bother to ask why, knowing she would know sooner or later. she kept her eyes averted to an odd amount of assortment of pastries on the table, most being your favorite, as if it was a bribe. dangling a lure to a trap, there’s definitely a catch to this meeting at the cafe. auntie nahida’s voice trembled a little, unusual from the confident, almost “all-knowing” auntie she knew. as she stirred her tea awkwardly, off rhythmic clink-clank from the metal to the porcelain cup. “i understand this might be too much to ask from you...” 

name understood to an extent whatever auntie was asking for might be out of her ability. she was quick to cut off miss nahida, taking a bite of a pastry, “auntie, nothing you’d ask from me would be too much. you’ve already helped my family when we first moved in here.” she looked at you like she gutted you out and left you on the streets, wincing at the sentiment you tried to comfort her with. it seemed like it only worsened her mood. 

miss nahida continued, sipping her tea cautiously, “can you watch over my nephew? i believe out of the three–” she was likely referring to lyney and lynette. “– teens that i know of, you’d be the best to help him adjust to fontaine...” and she’s right in some respects, though lyney would be the preferred fontaine tour guide, he’d likely spin it to show off his new tricks– that’s not at all bad but terrible for a newcomer to fontaine. on the other hand,lynette is more reserved compared to others. when she hangs out with lyney and name, she lets her brother do all the talking, placing herself as the residential listener. so, leaving herself as the final option and considering her bond with miss nahida is much closer than the twin’s, it makes sense why she would be… the “chosen one”. poor choice of words but makes sense. 

her wrinkles creased as she went on to ramble about the situation as if it was thrusted upon her out of the blue. “...he’s quite stubborn like his mother. but he’s very sweet…” 

name would accept miss nahida’s favor but on the other hand, who is her nephew? it was strange since auntie has never mentioned her family often.  now that name thought back on this topic, miss nahida only shared stories that related to her problems when name asked for her advice. she rarely made references to them. but when she did, it was always short and brief. this situation spiraled name into different questions that nearly shattered her worldview of auntie nahida. putting that aside to deal with later, she reached out, putting her hand on top of the older woman’s hand, “yeah, i could definitely tour him around fontaine, auntie.” 

“are you sure because i don’t want to interrupt your summer? i understand if you don’t want to hang out with a stranger throughout the break.” 

name laughed, “pssh, i’m sure, auntie. besides, i wasn’t going to do much this summer.” she replied, reassuring miss nahida. yet, she was only partly lying. technically speaking, if you put in consideration that she was supposed to help lyney with his new magic set but that’s merely part-time. besides, lyney would understand because it’s coming from miss nahida out of all people not like a random guy. 

the snacks on the table were dwindling down, miss nahida was still anxious. hell, anyone around them could see it and name wasn’t sure why. “are you sure? i mean, as i mentioned before, he’s stubborn and could come off as rude. more or less, he could be a bother to you. if anything, i’ll pay you.

although she did feel bad for taking the money, she did need it (just in case). “yes?” she chuckled lightheartedly. “i’m sure, auntie nahida. why are you acting like he would be a pain? he’s related to you, right? i’m sure that he would be just as kind as you.” the graying woman was laughing nervously like there wasn’t any truth in what name just said. 

maybe there was a reason why auntie was so hesitant to tell name to chip in this favor. not only name believed that this nephew of hers was ten years old but also a spoiled man child with a pretty, almost doll-like face. his faded, indigo hair, roots growing out, framed his face in a perfect hime cut, fit for a prince. maybe he didn’t check the weather because he was nearly sweating himself in an all-black outfit, baggy jeans and a zip up hoodie. his eyes had a starker difference than his appearance since they were softer like a kitten. but most of all, what pissed her off the most is how he reacted when they first met. well, she wasn’t expecting to be buddy-buddy off the bat, but she wasn’t expecting that he would snap at her.

maybe auntie nahida didn’t inform him about her because from his body language, she guessed that he didn’t know why she was there. he made eye contact with her, his soft eyes narrowed at her. the taller boy scoffed, waving his hand to shoo her off the porch as if she was a pest. he clicked his tongue, “hey, this is a private estate. i know you know who i am and obviously, it’s weird as shit to stalk me all the way to fontaine.” 

get a load of this guy… he’s so unbelievably full of himself. she almost wanted to laugh, biting her tongue to keep the giggles at bay. she was trying her best to keep her cool because she still held onto the faith that since this is auntie nahida’s nephew therefore there might be some kindness under his asshole facade. 

after some more back and forth, it was like a struggle to even talk to the guy. man, expecting this “kunikuzushi” guy to be like nahida might be more than an understatement. there’s no way, they’re actually related. “what?” keeping her voice relaxed while the bubble of exasperation was trying to escape. “i don’t know who you  are but don’t go on assuming that i do.” she greeted him, one foot on the porch and the other planted in the grass. “i’m name and nahida asked me to tour you around fontaine.” 

he tilted his head, bursting out laughing, “i must say your level of stalking is impressive. hell, you might even rival hailey bieber.” he walked around the girl, reaching the door of the estate. what an asshole and to stoop so low and compare her to hailey bieber was insane! not taking his silence as an answer, she walked after him, yanking on his sleeve by accident. 

“hey!” 

oh god, he almost fell. she had awkwardly teeter-tottered to balance the both of them. well, this could’ve been avoided if he was polite to begin with. name even indulged in the thought that he deserved it after being a total ass. “did you even listen to me?” 

scaramouche pulled his sleeve back, making the girl stumble back. she had to grab the porch’s railing for stability. he huffed, gosh, she made a mistake comparing him to a kitten. it’s obvious he’s a wolf and to be specific the big, bad wolf from the fables. “why would i listen to you? seriously, people–  you people do anything for views.” 

name scoffed, letting her facade slip, not noticing how the boy’s scowled uplifted. “are you serious? i don’t even have any cameras on me and why would i film you? i literally do not know you!” 

at the shore [closed]: : @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay @pinxeajin @yomishen @mello-bee @kunikuzushis-darling @adres-tia @aaudreys @catyrv @sesamemin @scaraenthusiast1 @bubblebellaz @mywillt0live @itsjustmillie

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4EVER

i. boys don't cry 🎧 contains explicit language, scaramouche is an asshole / has issues (in gen), familial issues & dysfunctional family (?) | wc: 3.5k

raiden. raiden scaramouche, please report to the office and bring your belongings.” the loudspeaker echoed in the cafeteria, a static followed after the message repeated a couple times. scaramouche raised a brow, confused. well, he knows that he’s a delinquent, but it doesn’t mean he would pull pranks and atrocities everyday. that’s a waste of time and effort. besides, what’s the point of even calling him to the office? other than the fact, his mother donates to the school every now and then. but the school year is ending, finals are over, and summer is rolling in. 

there’s no point of an intervention on something that’d be a short lived punishment. 

childe, or what scaramouche dubbed him as, a parasite, turned to him, “‘mouchie,” scaramouche regretted making eye contact with the ginger, his blue eyes filled with anticipation. but it’s better than everyone else’s stares like he killed a whole family. 

what a corny nickname… 

irked, scaramouche spat, “don’t you dare call me that! i know where you live, ajax.” 

scaramouche’s threats used to be intimidating but if you get to know him better, you’ll know that the empty words were only used to scare you off. most people, when they’re confronted with scaramouche, react quickly– almost cartoonish. their faces would fall immediately, running off to pick up the pieces of their dignity they had left. but childe isn’t like most people. unfortunately for scaramouche, childe’s used to his sharp words– after all, scaramouche is all bark, no bite. childe’s shoulders shook as he guffawed, “so what did you do this time?” 

“how the fuck am i supposed to know?” scaramouche replied, his fist hitting the table. childe scooted his tray of food to the side away from the indigo haired male, averting his gaze. 

“sheesh, my bad!” childe replied without missing a beat, holding up his hands in defense. scaramouche looked to the side, murmuring a soft apology to childe, “whatever.” 

“raiden scaramouche, please head to the office.” the speaker spoke again. he felt the surrounding students’ gazes laid on him as scaramouche’s head lifted up, rolling his eyes. “can’t they leave me alone?” 

the two boys left their table as childe said, “c’mon, mouchie, you gotta go.” tugging his sleeve in the direction of the front office. the fluorescent, bright lights flickering above scaramouche, he yanked off childe’s hand off his sleeve, “whatever, don’t skip class.” 

“sure thing.” 

already irked from the public announcement but even now, people were still staring at him. his eyes zeroed into the tiled, black and white floors, ears were plugged with music– trying to minimize the attention on him. trudging through the hallways of this stupid highschool is such a bother to deal with. 

it would have been better if they were acknowledging him as the infamous guy who causes trouble to cackle at the faces of terror but it was to admire him– supposedly a hot guy. scaramouche wasn’t being egotistical though; the cause being more evident when he saw someone slowly reach into their pocket, taking a photo of him�� with flash. 

scaramouche hid his face into his hood, walking faster now. his skin feels like it’s being pricked as a new set of eyes stared holes into his body. well, when your family’s rich and you’re so beautiful, you cannot escape yourself.  

from news outlets to social media, scroll once down– there is his face plastered with a headline. scroll again, oh wow, there's him again. no matter how many times he’d try to scrub his face, even filtering himself with tags, he can’t defeat the horde of unsolicited pictures and videos of him being edited to lana del rey. he shuddered just thinking about the comments. it’s akin to the reign of terror. scaramouche considered that harassment worse than vandalizing an old, shitty mural. 

arriving at the office, he met eyes with one of the office hags, xianyun, who greeted him with a thin lined smile. she didn’t even try to look at him in the eyes, just clacking away at his screen. this is why that old bitch has glasses. “hello, mr. scaramouche.” 

he scrunched his nose, leaning back, her words were laced in saccharine, too sweet to be sincere. he left an earbud out, the string resting on his ear. scaramouche hates the fake pleasantries miss xianyun would exchange, especially when they’re both aware of how much they don’t like each other. small talk and being polite for the sake of being “nice” annoyed him, pretending to be nice isn’t as polite as people may think. there’s no point in dancing around the bush. cutting to the chase, he crossed his arms, “why was i called? i didn’t do shit this time.” 

watching the fine lines wrinkles in her forehead creased, she looked away from her screen. scaramouche wiped off the smug smirk on his face when she made direct eye contact with him. now, he has gotten her attention. she sat up straighter, almost a perfect 90 degrees, pinching her nose bridge. the older woman pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, “mr. scaramouche, please do not curse in an educational setting. as it goes against the rules that you vow to behold and it may disturb others with sensitive ears. go to principle morax’s office, i’m sure that you’d be more comfortable there.” 

translation: shut the hell up and leave already.

scaramouche smiled a little not because she was being passive aggressive but the room felt lighter. there was no longer an uncomfortable barrier between the two but instead something he was comfortable with… familiar with, straight forward filled with bitterness. he snickered, dishing back the same amount of attitude the office lady gave to him. “whatever.” 

as he walked past her desk, she murmured, hushed, under her breath, “fucking brat.” he fought the smirk etching on his skin, pivoting on his heel. “oh, miss xiayun…” 

the office lady turned her chair sharply towards his direction, adjusting her red framed glasses. despite dying her hair, he’s sure that she’d definitely grow more gray hairs after this. mimicking her scolding tone earlier, “please don’t curse in an educational setting since it may disturb peopl with sensitive ears.” 

watching her woman’s face scrunched up, nearly turning bright red, was satisfying. serves her right!

arriving to mr. morax’s office looked the same as always. a big, stuffy room with no a/c but the only room ever without flickering lights, crowded with files archived away and pictures of his kids. scaramouche squinted at the framed– gold? is it real gold? probably not– well, there’s xiao and ganyu. wow! what a great parent… unlike some people. some people who favor one kid over the other.

shit. a wave of envy washed over scaramouche as a frown adorned his face. he reluctantly greeted the principal with a simple “hey”. slouching on the brown uncomfortable, stiff chairs, he threw his backpack on the corporate gray carpeted floors. mr. morax didn’t pay any mind to scaramouche’s attitude, which scaramouche wasn’t sure if he liked that behavior. more so comfortable with tense situations rather than relaxed. 

the principle treated him like everyone else, but on the other hand, he wasn’t dismissive of the delinquent's distracting actions. scaramouche continued, trying to catch mr. morax’s attention. “what’s the issue now?” he didn’t mean to sound so… aggressive, it slipped out of his tongue without him knowing. 

he winced. mr. morax clicked out of a tab, resting his gloved hands on the wooden desk, “your mother had called, informing me that you’d be pulled out of school early due to familial issues. it’s fine since you’ve exceeded all the credits needed for this year.” he nodded, checking off a box. 

scaramouche’s face twitched, really? his mother? what the hell does she want? “excuse me?” 

the brunet replied, “you’re not excused just yet.  she said she’ll be here in twenty min…” mr. morax’s eyes glanced at the screen, peeling a sticky note. he corrected himself, “apologies, in ten minutes. your mother will pick you up. please take your needed belongings.” 

scaramouche wanted to argue back, not wanting to face his mother and the hellish consequences that came with it. he rolled his tongue, feeling the weight settle in. but one glance in mr. morax’s gaze, he knew even if he did fight back, it would be tenfold worse. spending the day after school in a sticky, crowded detention period and two hags yelling in his face, yeah right he’d fight back. if he wants a punishment of despair and misery, then he’d do it. but he doesn’t. 

he clicked his tongue, “fine.” the weight feels heavier now. he didn’t mean to say it so bitterly, but he did. real question is why did he react like that? 

was it because he viewed that old man as his “father figure”? he wanted to laugh at himself. don’t be so idiotic, scaramouche. he slung his backpack over his shoulder, becoming even more bitter than before. out of the office, sitting on the yellow painted benches etched with random carvings. despite wearing sweats, the bench seared him as if he was a piece of meat. 

he frowned. i should move. 

he stayed in the same seat.

beep! 

a cadillac honked at scaramouche, making him flinch. he had an itch to curse out the driver for even honking but it was just his mother and her hagfriend or for lack of better words, her girlfriend, sitting in the front seat. scaramouche never liked her or maybe it’s the deep seated grudge he held against her when he was eleven. yae miko taunted him that she would take his mother away from him forever if he was being bad. it was a joke, a funny one at that but he would never admit it. of course, there’s other reasons why that grudge had cemented fully into scaramouche’s morals, but he’d rather not get into that, otherwise, it would be a long day.

“scaramouche, get in the damn car, we don't have all day.” the pink one hollered, cupping her mouth. she might as well be a megaphone the way she was so loud. waking all the damn archons from their thousands years of rest. 

he wanted to bark back with a “shut up, hag!” but instead, he grumbled, opening the door, “whatever.” when he saw his little sister, mikoto, the so-called prizeed daughter who’d get the throne of ceo in the company, his shoulders sagged getting heavier. if that shit wasn’t born, he’d be the one being praised and loved. the one above the rest instead of being among the others– so close yet so far.

buckled in his seatbelt, both ears muffled with music as he increased the volume. in his peripheral vision, he noticed mikoto whisper to him, “good afternoon, big brother.” 

irked, he recoiled from the title. “big brother”? yeah, right. get real. he’d never accept her as his little sister. not when she stole that spot that he worked for all his life. why did she think she had the place to call him that? he boiled the idea down to being mother’s and yae’s fault, trying to force a bond between the pair. “don’t call me that.” 

“i’m sorry, big– scaramouche. i didn’t mean it.” mikoto replied, forcing her voice to sound like their mother’s. but even with her putting up a brave face, a pang of guilt hits him. it’s not really her fault. he grunted out a quiet sorry but like a coward, he faced the window rather than the small smile etched on his sister’s face.

when they arrived at the house, mother took him into her office whilst yae took mikoto elsewhere. he was seated in the comfortable, velvet chairs in front of her desk. putting up a front, trying to pretend the scaramouche at school doesn’t exist. trying to pretend he isn’t hypocritical, acting in a role he hates. his etiquette is near to perfect, he wasn’t slouching nor manspreading, instead he sits normal, a perfect 90 degree angle. mother was writing something down on a yellow sticky note. with the way she spoke to him, stern but firm instead of the usual banshee screech. he thought, maybe i am getting that ceo position instead of mikoto. 

“kunizukushi.” 

oh. she’s using the family name, the government name, instead of “scaramouche”. maybe he is getting that position. “as your school year is coming to an end and summer is coming up, i believe…” 

… you’d get an intern job to prepare you as ceo. maybe he shouldn’t get his hopes up but he couldn’t help it. he’s been waiting for this position since he was five and since his auntie makoto told him that he’d inherit the role. this time around he is willing to hear the words coming from his mom’s mouth, bouncing his foot out of habit.

“... that you aren’t ready for the ceo position.” 

what the hell?

she continued, placing the sticky note in front of scaramouche. “instead, you will go to auntie kusanali, or nahida,’s summer home to rest.” 

rest? rest?? scaramouche’s eyes bulged out of its sockets. he had to manually put it back in, his face fell, unable to stop his mouth in time, “what do you mean?” 

“excuse me?” 

whatever remaining pride he had crumbled, becoming one with the dust in this ugly office. he didn’t have a reason to keep up a facade, pretending to be the good son they both know he isn’t. not anymore he isn’t. “what do you mean i’m no longer fit for the role, mother?” 

he was told that he would inherit this position because what he wanted didn’t matter. he had to carry the reputation, being the face of the raiden company because that was his sole purpose. like a puppeteer, mother and auntie makoto shaped him as someone who would take over the family’s business.

but when the raiden family fell apart at the seams, ei knew that scaramouche wasn’t fit being the overseer of the company. he crumbled at the slightest critique akin to her sister who was forced into the ceo. she didn’t want that responsibility on her son’s shoulders. ei lacked the words to tell him properly therefore she rather show with her actions. unfortunately, it wasn’t translated well to scaramouche himself.

he wasn’t able to control his voice, it thundered in her office whilst mother stayed calm. but scaramouche knew she wasn’t, the twitch between her eyebrows gave her away. “don’t you use that tone with me, kunizukushi. i say this with all the love in my heart that you’re empathetic to work as the sole owner.” 

all the love in her heart? scaramouche snorted, she’s just throwing him a bone now. her heart is nothing but a husk that died with aunt makoto. the tension between the pair only grew worse when scaramouche stood up, his chair slammed to the floor. through gritted teeth, he spat, “i’ve been working for this my entire fucking–” he winced for a brief moment. her glare striked down lighting through his soul but he carried through, trying to free the weight on his shoulders. “– life and you’re throwing it all away because i’m too nice?” 

she tried to get a word in, but he interrupted her, “you think i’m fucking nice? have you seen people percieve me in school? have you?” if she ehad seen him as the infamous member of the group he was a part of, she would drop dead. has anyone made eye contact with him? no, not a single one. in the halls, in class, in the locker rooms or even outside of school, people’s eyes were riddled in fear. in fear if scaramouche decided to reign havoc over them.

he was expecting her to understand but she pinched her nose bridge, slamming her fist on her desk. he flinched. “just because you’re “terrifying” to your peers doesn’t mean you’re not empathetic. you’re not fit for the role because you are prone to your emotions. you don’t control your feelings, they control you.” 

his feet were cemented into the floor. “you will be sent to her summer house by tomorrow, pack up.” 

his eyes twitched, in fear or in objection even he doesn’t know the answer to. he tried to seal his lips shut to stop it from quivering. “what?”

her voice thundered, holding her ground. he twisted his shirt, ruining the loose thread hanging on. scaramouche was nervous. he doesn’t like being nervous, unaware of what’s coming next. “don’t talk back to me. return to your room and pack up. you’re leaving tomorrow morning.” 

scaramouche forced his legs to move, scoffing at his mother. 

a hushed “whatever.” 

when he left the office, closing the door behind him, almost slamming it. although, his room wasn’t far, it felt like the hallway was dragging on forever. the walls were decorated with family achievements and portraits of previous heirs. it felt like the hallway of fame was taunting him, what he can’t achieve as his ancestors’ gaze burned holes into his back. the moment hee walked into his room, the unbearable weight finally lifted from his shoulders. he slumped into his bed followed by a sigh of relief. 

what a day. a total waste. 

he burrowed himself into his comforters, ignoring his own rules because who even cares anymore? years and years of being the heir for the company just gone because of some stupid unreasonable reason. even if his sister wasn’t the ceo who would fit the slot? someone who’s not even in the family? that would be stupid considering that it’s a family business. in that case, stupid mikoto can take the place. 

i need to pack my suitcase. 

but it has been his dream since he was a kid to take over. over and over as bedtime stories he was told that he has to strive for the position. but after all this? 

forget it. i’ll do it tomorrow.

he doesn’t really know if it was actually his dream or not. he doesn’t even know what his dream job would be if it’s not the ceo role. 

yae knocked on the door, “scaramouche, get out now.”  

he grumbled back, “piss off.” he squinted his eyes when yae pulled back the dark curtains, tying them away. he groaned as he fought the struggle to slip back into the bed sheets. he could just feel the headache come in, then it was followed by a pang of realization. holy shit. 

he forgot to pack.

“scaramouche, i’ve already packed for you.” yae said, sandwiching a neck pillow on the luggage’s handle. “your aunt should have clothes for you at her villa. if not, buy new clothes. don’t be an asshole to her and you’re lucky that ei played nice with you.” 

played nice? yeah right. 

she continued, pulling the blankets off his body. shivering, he instinctively yanked it back and pulled it over his head. “come on, dumbass. the jet’s ready for you.” scaramouche still refused to get up as if he was five. 

“if you get up right now, i’ll put a good word for you to ei.” yae said, throwing bait at him. his head perked up, reluctantly going to his bathroom. but she stopped him, “woof! your roots look rough.” 

he threw her a look, grumbling, “are you leaving?” one foot into his bathroom and the other stayed in his bedroom, waiting for the hag to leave. he stared at himself in the mirror. god, he looked like a wreck. eyes sunken in and– he tilted his head, shit, yae was right. he has to redo his roots. his natural hair peeking out of the indigo dyed hair. but he doesn’t have any time to retouch it… later. it’s a later problem.

his grip tightened on the handle of his luggage, unable to step onto the jet. mentally not ready to go off on some getaway trip mother organized. maybe, it’s a clever, sneaky way to get rid of him. he laughed at himself bittersweetly, pulling his luggage into the jet. any other kid would be happy that their family is willingly sending them off to a vacation. but he isn’t like any normal kid. he just wants to ensure his spot that he was born into is his and no one else’s. 

or that’s what he’s telling himself. the jet looked comfortable for his long flight. fluffy, white with the family’s insignia printed blankets draped on the seats. pillows was placed on each chair but his eyes were set on the purple basket filled with parent guilt snacks.

there it is. parental guilt always gets to them somehow. he pulled the bow apart, reading the notecard while he picked out a matcha pocky stick. 

kunizukushi, you will understand why i sent you to fontaine when you’re older or when you are more mature. be good. - mom

“‘when you’re more mature’?” he scoffed, crumpling the card away as he threw it somewhere. he sat down, chomping away at the snack. he glanced outside to the window, seeing mikoto leaning on yae’s arm, his sister waved goodbye to him. 

he shook his head, watching her deflate. he sighed, waving goodbye back to her. he guessed that older sibling guilt is similar to parental ones. picking up the neck pillow from his bag, he fell back to much needed sleep.

there’s a chance that mother was unfortunately right. that he might need this “break”. 

at the shore [open: 11/20]: @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay

[spring002]

4EVER scaramouche x f!reader

summary when scaramouche was forced to go on a vacation to his auntie's summer house in fontaine, he meets a girl who might help him out.

aka. . . falling in love during the summer was not on your to-do list but was it worth the risk?

listed as a summer romance, hurt / no comfort, mild chatfic contains typical scaramouche, strong language, established situationship, teenage love, modern au, time-skip chapters, explicit language additional note this was from my prev. account but i'll be rewriting it & twilight to dawn is a moodboard btw. see updates on this tag

the record player . . . twilight 2 dawn

i. boys don't cry

ii. from the window

iii. seasons

iv. to be added

extra: the sun shines among other stars & the total eclipse

at the shore [closed]: @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko @usagiarchive @syunifu @lalalaloveallmydays @zenless-sys @raytoebiter @wateredfay @pinxeajin @yomishen @mello-bee @kunikuzushis-darling @adres-tia @lloversss @catyrv @sesamemin @scaraenthusiast1 @bubblebellaz @mywillt0live @itsjustmillie

[spring002]

now playing . . . aspetto ancora un giorno by piero piccioni

one more day and it's finally over, finals week or your final week? find out next time to know if name's status is alive or dead!! you dialed dan heng on your phone, "dan heng, did you have miss cocolia's history of belobog's final yet?"

"no, it's tomorrow."

"oh my god, i swear, that test she piled together is like hell. how am i supposed to remember how did belobog's demise went down?" you complained, digging your face closer to your pillow. hearing dan heng stifle a laugh, "huh? what's so funny, dan heng?"

"well..." thats when you knew that dan heng knew something you didn't. man, why didn't you take up on the offer to study with him.

"well what?"

"it's because when the war of gods was over, their aeon, jarilo-vi welcomed a long period of peace, allowing them to develop from a hunter-gatherer society to one that could conduct spaceflight. however, since their resources couldn't have had kept up with the industrial era of belobog. therefore, the descent of eternal freeze became along and destroyed the glorious yet short-lived civilians."

"why didn't you make me take up the offer to study with you, dan heng!" you complained.

"i did. you were the one persistently-” he changed his voice to be pitched to mock yours. "-saying, 'oh dan heng, i dont need help. i can do this myself. here i'll prove myself."

"ok. dan heng... no need to rub salt into the wound."

"do you want me to help you next time?"

"yes please."