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Scaramouche hates sweets; the taste so sickening in his mouth. You were sweet, the perfect definition of an angel that descended from cotton candy clouds. He hates you.
Or does he? Perhaps your sweet smile and your bubbly laugh set off the popping candy of his heart. Perhaps you were the exception of his hatred. Only, when would he realize it?
two people with big dreams are tied down by their mothers' expectations meet as complete opposites but soon realize they're more common than they think
Taglist: open | status: to be started
🐇, Tags - Scaramouche x reader, modern au, enemies to friends to lovers au, grumpy x sunshine, academic au, slight slowburn,
🍫, Warnings - swearing, negative emotions, gays (no homophobes allowed), will use pictures to represent the reader so just imagine its you hehe, suggestive themes, slow updates, use of y/n (will add more as series progresses)
💌, Notes - This is an f!reader meaning i will be using she/her pronouns and female pictures for the socmedia part, feel free to read it though even if you don't identify as female or she/her! I hope you still find it enjoyable. 🫶
🌷 Sypnosis - you fall in love with your best friends worst enemy
Warnings: cursing, train creeps, adult jokes, murderous intentions, time jumps
💌 this gonna be a three part story! (Maybe more idk)
1 . 2 . 3
"He is so infuriating! I make ONE mistake and he reprimands me for it like hello?? It isn't a life threatening mistake either its like getting mad at someone for spelling a word wrong with a PENCIL" your best friend, Lumine ranted as you both prepared dinner.
"Calm down you might think your finger is a carrot and chop it" you chuckled as you prepared the stove.
"I'd like to think his fingers are carrots and chop it" she grumbled back.
You laughed at her comment and shook your head, "wow my sweetheart lumine what has gotten into you? This boy must be one pain in the ass if you of all people are out for his blood" you joked, looking back at her. She didn't seem as humorous as you at the moment.
"I know! He's just that bad! Me, im the most helpful girl in the world- and that's not exaggerating," she paused to proudly smirk. "but he oh my god the only thing im gonna help him with is burying himself 6 feet underground" she gritted her teeth, slamming the knife harder into the chopping board.
You nervously chuckled, moving towards Lumine and placing your hand on top of hers. Stopping the knife in place.
"Lumine I think i'll do the chopping"
"Okay, I'll start cooking then."
"No... i think you need to sit this one down, safety reasons"
-- <3 --
You boarded the train on the way home, unfortunately, your classes ended at the same time rush hour began. The train was packed with people, and you had to stand in the very middle of the crowd while holding on to the hanging strap.
You clutched your bag tightly to your side to avoid getting robbed, keeping a close eye on your belongings. Train rides were rarely enjoyable at this hour, and sometimes you'd wait for a less crowded train to come by so you wouldn't have to be so cautious of everything. Today though you had to get home as soon as possible, so you unfortunately didn't have a choice.
You felt a hand brush the side of your thigh, instantly freezing up you looked at the direction you felt it. There were a few people stood beside you so you couldn't pinpoint who the hand belonged to.
It could've been an accident, you thought, taking a deep breath to try and relax.
But then it happened again. This time the hand stayed by the side of your thigh a little longer. You weren't gonna take any chances so you quickly moved away, harshly bumping backs with someone as you did so.
"oh shit! i'm so sorry" you apologized, turning around to face the person you bumped into. He looked like a boy your age, wearing a stylish black outfit. He had bluish-purple hair that was styled in an interesting yet suiting haircut choice, and he had deep violet eyes that you would find beautiful if he wasn't glaring at you with them at that moment.
"there was a creep at my last spot i had to move away-" you rambled, fiddling with your fingers nervously. You furrowed your brows when he looked away from you and out the window he was stood beside.
ok well that's that I guess, you shrugged. Turning to face away when he said something that stopped you.
"hold on to the hanging strap the next stop is coming" he flatly stated, moving his hand to the side to provide space for yours.
"no it's okay-!" you said, knowing that if you held on to the strap your hands would brush. heh brushing hands with a hot guy your age doesn't sound that bad.
"I said hold on to it." he grabbed your wrist and raised your arm so your hand can grab the strap. As soon as you wrapped your fingers around it his hand let you go before instantly grabbing on to your shoulder as the train made an abrupt stop.
You yelped as your body jerked forward slightly, without his hand on your shoulder you would've crashed into him.
"you didn't give yourself time to prepare for the stop. how often do you ride a train?" he asked judgingly, pulling his hand away from your shoulder and shoving it into his pocket.
"look a lot has happened in this train in the spam of 3 minutes okay" You huffed, pressing your lips together as he laughed.
"too much for your little brain to handle?" he said, tilting his head to the side. What kind of comment was that?
You furrowed your brows, an unamused look on your face. "what's your name?" you asked.
"why should i tell you?" he answered.
"damn that's a stupid name" you replied sarcastically.
"well, what's your name then?" he mockingly said.
"better than yours"
"that name is even stupider"
-- <3 --
"you met a cute guy on a train, had an actual interaction with him, physical touch too and you didn't give him your number, your actual name or like anything?!" Lumine exclaimed, shaking your shoulders aggressively as the two of you sat on your bed.
"well he didn't give me his actual name either!" you defended,
"... which i guess isn't a good thing either UGH" you collapsed backwards, looking up at the ceiling.
"There goes my chance in an epic collage love story"
Lumine grabbed your hands and pulled you up, you slouched limply and stared at her as she grinned. "your taking that train same time every time you go home"
"what?! but i hate rush hourrrr" you groaned, letting your back fall backwards only to be stopped by Lumine who pulled you back in place.
"okay but from what you shared it seems he's used to using the train sooo, who knows you might bump into him" she teased, giggling excitingly. Who knows what fictional love stories were brewing in her head.
You rolled your eyes, though the thought of it actually working lingered at the back of your mind. On the other hand you knew that if you wished for something to happen it never really does. So in that logic, you are never going to see him ever again.
"it's never gonna happen lumine I'm just gonna put myself in unnecessary danger" you mumbled, sighing defeatedly.
Lumine pouted before letting go of your hands and getting off your bed. "stop believing" she said as she exited your bedroom door.
your head jerked upward and your brows furrowed, like a deer caught in headlights. "what?!" you shouted at her, hoping she'd hear.
"STOP BELIEVING"
-- <3 --
You couldn't stop believing.
For the past week you've been riding the train home at that horrendous time just to try and bump into the boy again. you would look around and delusionally think some random guy with the same figure as him is him, like an idiot.
You got off the train but instead of taking the rout home you stopped by a cat cafe that newly opened. you liked cats, cats make you feel better. Drinking a nice warm drink while petting a cat sounds nice.
You entered the cafe and was greeted with a warm but colorful atmosphere and lots and lots of cat, or paw shaped decorations.
You order yourself a drink and a slice of blueberry cheesecake, sitting down on one of the tables closest to where all the cats were.
a black cat approached you meowing as she brushed herself against your leg. "hi there lovely" you smiled, bending down to pet the cat. The cat nuzzled into your touch and your smile grew even wider. Cats made your insides feel fuzzy.
You picked up the cat and placed it on your lap, stroking its fur as your other hand took a look at the tag on her collar. "it's nice to meet you berry" you cooed, scratching the back of her ear.
After a few minutes of petting berry and a few more cats while also trying to eat some cake the bell by the door chimed and you looked up to see who had entered.
Scaramouche x gn!reader coffee shop au,
800+ words
TW: a male karen
- summary: in which you and Scaramouche are forced to work together to get through the rush hour of your parents co-owned coffee shop.
Writing this at 1:20am because i can't sleep and im bored <3
"HURRY UP Y/N!"
"WELL WHY DON'T YOU TRY PREPARING 4 DRINKS ON YOUR OWN"
You and scaramouche yelled at eachother as the coffee shop buzzed with chatter and the haunting sound of the door chime ringing everytime someone went in.
Scaramouche was in charge of taking orders meanwhile you had to rush around behind him to prepare it all as quick as you can.
It was his fault you both were here in the first place. He couldn't afford to behave himself for one day. It came to the point that your parents and his mutually decided to "teach you two a lesson" and lock you both in the cafe to run it together for a day.
If anything this lesson was teaching you that waiters and baristas dont get as much appreciation as they deserve and that scaramouche was an insufferable idiot with a cute smile and a pretty face.
"Order for margie, nadia, alice, blanche and dongsheng" you yelled out quickly in one breath, handing out the tray and giving the drinks to each one that approached the counter.
"We've been at this for 15 minutes when's it gonna end" You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you approached Scaramouche.
"How am I supposed to know? Here" he sighed in reply, handing you a paper with the written orders. You loudly groaned before getting back to work.
unfortunately, before you could even begin to prepare the first one a loud angry yell echoed through the store causing everyone to pause the chatter.
You turned your head around to see a middle aged man approach the counter with heavy footsteps. Slamming his fists against the counter as he demanded to talk to the one who prepared his drink.
You.
He was average height, skinny with a large stomach and wrinkles on his face. He had graying black hair and he wore a businessman suit. You'd say he's light-skinned but at that moment he was bright red.
"what seems to be the problem, sir" you kindly approached, offering a smile to hopefully lighten the atmosphere. Though you doubted that would work so you were mentally preparing yourself to be berated by the likes of him.
"you prepared my order wrong" he angrily stated, puffing out his chest.
"I apologize, may I know what your order was?" I asked.
"you should know what it is! God aren't you so incompetent" He angrily exclaimed, waving his hands in the air.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. "my apologies sir but as you can see we currently are packed and it's hard to memorize everyone's exact orders." You explained.
He scoffed, "Giving me the attitude? people like you think you can talk back like that. you're growing too entitled."
you're too entitled. You thought in your head.
You opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by him. You just stood there dumbfounded as he began spewing out a mouthful of offensive words. You looked at Scaramouche who stood beside you, equally as shocked and annoyed as you were.
Looking at his face you watched as his eyes grew wide, he extended his arm out in front of you to push you to the side. Caught off guard, you stumbled backward. The sound of porcelain hitting the tiles filled your ears.
The guy tried to throw his empty mug at you.
"THAT'S ENOUGH" Scaramouche yelled, grabbing the guy by his collar and pulling him against the counter. The shop was quiet, all staring with wide eyes as the scene went down. Some began to leave unless things escalated even more.
The only thing you could focus on though was Scaramouche.
"I should've done this much sooner I really should've so listen closely you asshole. I don't care who you are, where you're from, or how important you are it does not give you the right to talk to anyone that way especially them. You lay a hand on them, talk to them that way or try to hurt them again and I will RUIN you. GOT THAT?!"
You've never seen him that angry. It gave you a weird feeling to see him that angry... over someone who tried to hurt you.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and leaning your back against the counter. Your ears felt muffled as a swirl of emotions clouded your thoughts.
"hey hey, it's all okay" Scaramouche's voice was soft. He placed a hand on your back as he slowly guided you to sit on the floor, resting your back gently against the cabinets.
"I kicked everyone out, especially him he isn't allowed back here ever." Scaramouche scoffed as he sat by you.
You turned your head to the side to look at him and for once in the 10 years you two knew each other you appreciated him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brows. You didn't answer. You just continued to stare at him while he stared back at you. It was silent, a comfortable one.
There wasn't any frustration, hatred, or annoyance in your eyes or his. For once you both saw each other as a person.
And your gazes softened.
💌 : I had a fun time writing this maybe i should do it more hehe !
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