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vivi level 18 he/him sunday yearner & scaramouche hater

✿︎ ۪ ֹ 𓂃 hello dearest reader, you might be a new, recent or an old friend. it doesn't matter. we, spring002, welcomes all except those who violate the basic dni criteria and this book's set of rules.

[vivi presents an old dusty heavy book, he blows the dust off and the particles landed on your face. he hid a snort as he apologized softly.]

go ahead and find the great hall, it might be seen as a great wall of text but it's a fancy place if i don't say myself. go on your right for the library (the great hall) or on your left for a new adventure 𓂃✦

. . . which path would you take?

ֹ [ the great hall ] [ a new adventure ] mlist recent work

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now playing . . . 505 by arctic monkeys original fic & masterlist

september 5th entry definitely something

stupid-mouche-- he doesn't even DESERVE to be called by his name after all the shit he pulled-- hasn’t been doing his niche bad habits. it’s weirdly but comfortably quiet lately. it’s truly devastating that he is in my routine in my every day, every year dare i say, life. 

I MEAN.

what i mean is that he's such an asshole. why should i even care? it's his stupid confession. if he wants to do it that way, then he shouldve found a different way. instead of being a coward, man the hell up. archons, if you can hear me, can i have an awesome, beautiful boyfriend to rub into scaramouche IDIOTMOUCHE's face. if he thinks i'd reciprocate his feelings, he'd be DEAD wrong. seriously, what's up with that guy?! AND

AND MIND YOU.

i don't even care （︶^︶） 

MIC DROPPED. 

YEAH. WHO DOES CARE?  

NOT ME . not me at all. he should stick a steel fork into an outlet. #prayingtobaalasap

september 7th entry I HATE MY LIFE WHYY WHYY YDOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME

HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE HELL? WHERE THE HELL? WHO IN THE HEAVENLY PRINCIPLES? what archon has it for my life????? 

(´。＿。｀) 

ok context, there has been evil brewing since the beginning of high school has started. i think the freshman that shadowed me gave me his bad luck. what was his name again? bennett? whatever. anyway, finals are coming up and unfortunately, scaramouche ended up in almost six classes. he managed to snag three. three. THREE. classes of agony and pain. omg. i hope he didn’t use his nepo baby powers to get into classes with me. i’d literally die because 1. that would be sooo useful to me. i’d literally kill to be in the same classes as kazuha and albedo. 2. and if he did, hypothetically, that’s a walking paradox. 

swearing to the moon hell and back that he doesn’t like me, fuck with me AT ALL. well, he’s just a human embodiment of paradoxes isn’t he? ANYWAY... we are partners in TWO different projects in ⅔ classes we share. one of them is thankfully a trio project, i can cling to lumine with dear life. lumine save me save me from this mess.

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now playing . . . 505 by arctic monkeys original fic & masterlist

september 5th entry definitely something

stupid-mouche-- he doesn't even DESERVE to be called by his name after all the shit he pulled-- hasn’t been doing his niche bad habits. it’s weirdly but comfortably quiet lately. it’s truly devastating that he is in my routine in my every day, every year dare i say, life. 

I MEAN.

what i mean is that he's such an asshole. why should i even care? it's his stupid confession. if he wants to do it that way, then he shouldve found a different way. instead of being a coward, man the hell up. archons, if you can hear me, can i have an awesome, beautiful boyfriend to rub into scaramouche IDIOTMOUCHE's face. if he thinks i'd reciprocate his feelings, he'd be DEAD wrong. seriously, what's up with that guy?! AND

AND MIND YOU.

i don't even care （︶^︶） 

MIC DROPPED. 

YEAH. WHO DOES CARE?  

NOT ME . not me at all. he should stick a steel fork into an outlet. #prayingtobaalasap

september 7th entry I HATE MY LIFE WHYY WHYY YDOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME

HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE HELL? WHERE THE HELL? WHO IN THE HEAVENLY PRINCIPLES? what archon has it for my life????? 

(´。＿。｀) 

ok context, there has been evil brewing since the beginning of high school has started. i think the freshman that shadowed me gave me his bad luck. what was his name again? bennett? whatever. anyway, finals are coming up and unfortunately, scaramouche ended up in almost six classes. he managed to snag three. three. THREE. classes of agony and pain. omg. i hope he didn’t use his nepo baby powers to get into classes with me. i’d literally die because 1. that would be sooo useful to me. i’d literally kill to be in the same classes as kazuha and albedo. 2. and if he did, hypothetically, that’s a walking paradox. 

swearing to the moon hell and back that he doesn’t like me, fuck with me AT ALL. well, he’s just a human embodiment of paradoxes isn’t he? ANYWAY... we are partners in TWO different projects in ⅔ classes we share. one of them is thankfully a trio project, i can cling to lumine with dear life. lumine save me save me from this mess.

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the concept of dummy diary’s chapter 1 & 2 having a vast difference in notes

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dear diary yap (2/?)

the friend group in be with you is the typical inazuma squad just a bit more. these are ayaka's and bambi's set of friends, a big friend group of six. i'm going to be honest, big friend groups are harder for me to write because i frankly do not have one LOL. but they're just important to me because 1. one of them sets up the whole plot 2. this is a series i had in mind since my sophomore year of hs so they have to be there.

of course there's ayaka and bambi. then the following would be thoma, yoimiya, ayato and itto. frankly, this work (be with you archives) is just me brainstorming and picking what i'd keep with the initial draft. lol sorry & there is a chance that originally male characters would genderbend & become lesbians. if you don't fw that, i'm sorry that i yurified your yaoi :'(

since this is in a high school setting, i tried to put them in more typical archetypes / cliques.

ayato kamisato would keep his fox like nature. he's obviously the older brother so his grade is a senior (12th grade / year 13 (?)). class president in the student council, often sees itto stumbling into the asb room and sometimes allows it.

itto would be the class clown and a senior too. i wouldn't say he'd be a super senior, funny but i don't really like the idea of it. i think itto would be the total opposite of how i characterize scaramouche in my other fics.

yoimiya is a junior and a vlogger on youtube, a niche little celebrity even. i always make yoimiya famous in my fics i think it's fun.

thoma would also be in the student council, co president or something. he would be in a massive number of clubs and always volunteers.

all of them for the most part would be characterized in their typical fashion, maybe tweaked a little to fit in the modern world / more gen z (just so it's easier for me to write it).

BTW before the be with you fic even published or by the time it's out, you read it, there will be headcanoned sexualities & rarepairs / background pairings. everyone but yoimiya and ayaka are kind of bisexual with it. thoma is implied to have a relationship with diluc but i might change that idea LOL. i won't do a yap fest on the other set of characters frankly because it would ruin the actual fic's plot. so fingers cross that i upload the first chapter in time. there will be a official brief introduction on each character because this series will be cross posted on ao3 & it is a SMAU fic (twitter & chatfic). i just need to tweak on the logistics before i decide how to format it

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dear diary yap (1/?)

y/n l/n, also known as bambi, is more energetic than ayaka. i'd say, she'd be more extroverted. despite being known as a "lover girl" and often lovestruck, she has more flings than long term relationships. well, due to the high standards she gives to people, high expectations and somehow finding herself comparing them to ayaka, her best friend. a turmoil that never ends is her belief that ayaka deserves better than her and shouldn't stick around her. therefore, bambi tries to play cupid, setting ayaka up with other people while hoping the dates would fail so her best friend would always be by her side. known as being naive, there's times where she knows very well the people she attracts are assholes, inside and out, that they are bad for her & her mental health. but she can't help but feel like she deserves the kind of love they give. that's the only love she has ever known (WRONG BUZZER b/c there's more than romantic love).

bambi's inventory: wired earbuds, a diary & chiikawa matching keychain

bambi's perfume: lovestruck top notes: naive, lover girl, sweet orange mid notes: lavender, romcom fiend base notes: vanilla, self-destruction, spring

i'd say this characterization of ayaka is going to be similar to caleb from love and deepspace. though not on the same level as MC and caleb, that is a kind of yearning i can't replicate. ayaka and bambi has been friends since they were neighbors but bambi insists it was fate. despite, the arguments that could've ended badly and the amount of lashing out (on both sides), she has always stayed by her side. she kept a notepad on how many times bambi has brushed over her fliration as platonic (300 tally marks and counting). she also keeps in mind bambi's roster: 23 flings, 5 solid relationships. though, she dislikes how many times that bambi's exes has always been assholes. she is someone who's wrapped around her studies + that one person. that doesn't mean she doesn't care about her friends!!

ayaka's inventory: carabiner, two hair ties, matching hachiware keychain

ayaka's perfume: promise top notes: winter, beragamot, cautious mid notes: people pleaser, jasmine tea, winter base notes: cashmeran, loyal, moonlight

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now playing… jacob & the stone by emile mosseri

the night was warm, surprisingly enough. not too bad, not scorching nor sweltering. not that he could feel it with his skin.

but.

but

the puppet could tell from how you reacted to it. it was warm. like a heartbeat. like a cup of hot chocolate. like a gentle caress from your thumb when your hand is intertwined with his.

like the flush that comes in waves when he sees you. he could feel the warmth rising. he wondered if you could even see the blush that’s climbing up from his neck to the slope of his ear lobes to the apples of his cheeks. he felt suddenly thankful of the midnight blue cloaking the sky, hidden from your view. well, he realized after, not like you could if you tried to.

he unwillingly had you on his shoulder, blissfully asleep unaware of your useless mumbles. he could tell the wind was singing them quietly, trying to make the words worm in his ears and into his heart. awkwardly, he tried to shift you off his shoulder but like always, stubborn as a bull, you decided— even in your sleep— you will stick by his side.

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shoko never brushes her hair. she washes it, yes, wafts of expensive pine and something musky, but brushing? rarely. meanwhile, her hairbrush (the paddle kind with a chipped handle) is somehow full of your hair.

you make her sit between your legs to detangle hers with your bare hands, counting her moles as you go. one by her ear. one on her shoulder. one on the tip of her middle finger, and she flips you off so you don’t kiss it but you do anyway, with some teeth to it.

she pretends to be annoyed, mouth twitching while she rolls her eyes. “you’re gross,” she says flatly, yet doesn’t pull her hand away. instead she flexes her finger, curling it in like a claw, plotting her revenge only to forget everything she was doing when your nails scrape against her scalp just right.

you feel her melt, spine slumping, the tension in her neck draining slow as honey. her cheek smushes against your thigh. you keep at it, separating strands with care, tugging with a rhythm, pausing every so often to ogle because you can.

“you’re shedding,” you pluck a dark strand from your tongue, make a sour face. “how do you have this much dead hair on your head?”

she squints up at you. “strong genetics, i guess.”

your fingers find a particularly stubborn knot near the nape of her neck, and you pause. not out of frustration, but reverence. it’s her, after all. wild and warm and sat still between your knees. not to mention, yours.

“you missed a mole,” she says after a while, barely above a whisper when you’re close to being done.

“hmm? where?”

“you’ll have to find it.”

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the playlist's official soundtrack

everyone's top artist ever! scaramouche

take a bite — feelings realization but hell, will he be damned if you end up in someone's embrace

i will — dreams & scaramouche goes hand in hand he doesn’t know her at all, but he feels obligated

margarita sugar (indigo + friends' version) — codependency it always had been scaramouche and her. always.

got you under my skin — reoccuring theme of scara bad at feelings before, he used to be so badass (self-proclaimed).

i wonder why my favorite boy leaves me — lovestruck scaramouche yanked you like a ragdoll along the cobblestoned path.

teenage dirtbag — diary of a wimpy wanderer i am a grown man in a way where i am at the cusp of adulthood, i am nearly 16.

i want you to want me — reasons why he sucks get a load of this guy. (an idiot.) 

across the universe — would you love me as a worm? beyond the forms of humanity and even as pixels, 3x3 apart.

you're mine you! & part two — omgg this gacha gambling gets seriousand here you have your lovely, awesome, handsome boyfriend, scaramouche, who is REAL

bubblegum — stubborn wishes good luck because never in a million years would he ever, ever tell you!

wonder if you care — aita? aita for treating someone for being weird?

parasocial relationships (smau)

with scaramouche 202211202 tek it

under 1k listens

cheek to cheek ft. aventurine

aspetto ancora un giorno ft. dan heng

albums

4ever ft. scaramouche

dear diary ft. ayaka

dummy's diary ft. scaramouche

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now playing. . . tek it by cafune

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now playing. . . 20221120 2 by mac demarco

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now playing. . . across the universe by fiona apple

scaramouche doesn't understand your antics and how you always manage to pull out a "what if" question out of nowhere. of course, he does reply to all with them, with truth. he remembers when "will you still love me if i was a worm?" was trending and you were reposting on tiktok cute replies to the question. however, when you asked him that question, he said, "no."

you were incredibly distraught, "what do you mean??" he laughed at your demise until he noticed how you were fed up with him. "sorry, excuse me, let me explain."

you glanced at him with a look that only said, "explain yourself."

"okay, i wouldn't love you still if you were the worm. i'll love you as a worm while you're a worm. well?"

"that is so cute but question, so you wouldn't want to turn me back into a human???"

he pinched his nose bridge, "aiya, what was the point of asking, name? and yes, i would turn you back into a human with the resources from ei."

"just asking if you would love me the same." you said with a sigh.

he exhaled a laugh before pulling you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist. you rested your chin against the nape of his neck, the very end of his hair tickling you. you can feel his warmth from his hands against your back. "i would love you the same regardless of what form you take."

you smiled against his neck, kissing it lightly, "you're so cute, honey. it's the same for me."

it's 3am, you and scaramouche is already in bed, but you're wide awake and still thinking about the alternative universes trend on tiktok, "do you think we would still be ___ in different universes?" you know you had gotten the answer you liked from scaramouche, but you just need one more answer to this question and you'll fall asleep peacefully. rolling to his side of the bed, your body stopped at his. you poked his cheek, "honey..."

he peeked with one of his eyes before opening both, "hmm.. g'morning?" his hair was sprawled out on the pillow and his hands snaked underneath the comforter, bringing you closer to him. his hands were so much warmer than your body, maybe because you're wearing a t-shirt. you curled closer to him, stealing a bit of his warmth.

grabbing your phone, the blue light reflecting on your screen, you checked the clock, around three fifty. you replied "it’s not morning yet but i have a question again."

he already guessed it from your tone. "is it from tiktok again?" gosh, do you ask so many questions specifically from tiktok? probably if he was able to guess it again. you nervously laugh,

"unfortunately."

"ask away."

scaramouche was piecing together the random tiktoks you have been reposting and the question from earlier to see how you were trying to ask a question about alternative universes. "so what you're asking is that do you think we would be together in every universe?"

you nodded, although he couldn't see it, he heard the folds of the blanket shift. "i don't think we would be together romantically every universe. but it doesn't matter how many universes there are. there will always be a version of me standing by your side, romantically, platonically, beyond the forms of humanity and even as pixels, 3x3 apart."

you chuckled as you rolled away from scaramouche. he knew he made you flustered from just that. "honey, come back, are you flustered?"

"nooo???"

"c'mere." of course, you were pulled back by scaramouche. "let's go to sleep."

"don't you want to hear my answer?"

"i don't have to. i know what you mean," he rested his chin on your shoulder as your legs tangled with his.

"but i want to express it."

"then go ahead."

"i think you're right. we wouldn't be together romantically every universe. but every other universe, i'll be there for you too."

"very original, name."

"well, you took the words out of my mouth."

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now playing. . . teenage dirtbag by wheatus notes: yes, this is out of character for scaramouche but also who cares? i think he'd be a stupid emotionally constipated guy

this is not a diary. this is a journal. i just have to write my feelings down because the stupid therapist my mother put me through said so. i'm not doing this because they said so. i'm doing this because i want to.

scaramouche wrote into his diary journal with a glittery purple pen. the ink flowed neatly on the campus notebook. he continued, 

i am a grown man in a way where i am at the cusp of adulthood, i am nearly 16. this is me properly expressing my feelings and not at all hiding a really dark secret. this is frankly evil and sickening that my body reacts a certain way to… that thing. 

scaramouche scratched out a word. his head bopping to the tunes of his playlist, his knuckles clenched tightly to the pen. it’s like the pen is a part of him now. 

thing… girl. thing-- that girl. that wrenching girl that makes my body convulse. when she’s near, i can feel my heart beating faster and the hair on the back of my neck prickles up. i don’t understand this feeling. i must hate her. that’s the reason. she makes me feel like i’m out of my body. i don’t like it at all. 

scaramouche paused, his pen making little dots against the page as he thought for a while. then his pen continued without him thinking, 

i don’t like this aching feeling that drags in my skin through my bones. it’s aching with every step i take. it drowns me. she makes it all whisk away. why is that? why does she make it feel better? it sounds twisted that she sounds like the charming prince and i sound like the princess. isn’t that evil? 

he pursed his lips, checking his surroundings like someone would appear behind him. dropping his pen on his bed as he skimmed his bedroom. nothing out of place, just need to… close the blinds, lock the door, open the box in the deepest part of his closet and open the invisible ink pen. 

he went to his station carefully (cleaning up the mess on his bed and moving to his desk). considering his workspace, he organized it, setting up the crucial part of the mission– his uv light stand (taking off the cap of the invisible ink pen and clicking the light). he adjusted his magnifying glass, biting his lips, as he wrote the first letter (he adjusted his glasses). 

i 

he can’t close his eyes now; he has to finish the mission no matter what. 

in the dream i don’t tell anyone

“comma,” he murmured to no one in particular but himself. 

you put your head on my lap. 

he shut his eyes, picking up his glitter pen hastily writing an excuse as if someone would actually see it. 

just kidding, i didn't mean all that feelings stuff because i am so attuned to them. why should i even write them?

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i can’t believe some of yall are married/in long term relationships…..i thought we were all yearning together

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im doomed by the narrative but the narrative is a bunch of conscious choices i've made in the past

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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LOVESONG — M. FUSHIGURO

chapter one: breaking news · next

masterlist.

um so you're actually not supposed to find out the contents and reasons of the breakup #justyet

do u guys want it to be towards the shorter or longer side btw . it being this smau

also this is a flashback

megumi was actually going to be vulnerable in the first text ss but then he decided against it

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