#itsu's hot garbage

[astolfofo]

dear mr. secretary

i have... no content to post LMAO

scara x reader 

kinda suggestive... i chickened out of making this a smut ehe anyways i want jade cutter give me jade cutter

Scaramouche was your secretary. A secretary like no other. Unusual would be the simplest way to describe your relationship. 

At least. 

Despite you being the boss, he always insisted on doing the work, he was oddly productive, and above all... he was really overprotective of you. You'd think he cared more about you then you did for yourself or himself. 

He'd never let you overwork, come in the office sleep deprived (you admitted to doing that too often), or sacrifice your time for others, who didn't do their work on time. 

Honestly, he was more on schedule than you. And it had been like that for many years. You felt more like his secretary than he was your secretary. Even though you did the major bulk of work, Scaramouche was far better at efficiency and productivity than you. Not to mention, his work was always far more beautiful than yours.  

It made you feel bad; especially since you two had the same level of education. No matter what you said though, Scaramouche insisted staying with you even though he was always slightly bitter about it. So you decided. You'd tell him to take over the company. 

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The sun was setting. It was nearly sunset. You had been dreading this all this all day. It was for the best though. 

You took a deep breath. 

"Scaramouche. Stay back for a second." 

Scaramouche was almost at the door. He had a laptop bag swung over his shoulder, and his glasses were nearly falling down his nose. One of the disvantages of having a smaller face. "Yes... (Y/N)?"  

His sharp blue-purple eyes stared into your eyes, and you looked down. His stare often felt like it could pierce you. You twiddled with the pencil in your hand. 

A moment of slience.  

One... Two. Three. Three seconds. 

"I... um... I think you should take this position instead of me. I uh.. filled out the paperwork already. I just need you to sign here." 

You pointed at the blank line at the bottom of page. 

Scaramouche stared at you, surprised. His eyes widened a little bit. 

Five... six... seven... eight seconds. 

He took off his bag, and walked towards you. Each step echoed in the large room. He took the papers, and the pen. He looked up at you. Somehow, you felt like he wasn't going sign the paper. Well if would, it would be the best.

Scaramouche took the pen from your hands, and threw it across the room. 

"Hey-" 

"We've talked about this, (Y/N)." 

"But... I'm inferior in everyway... you're just better." 

Scaramouche deadpanned you in the eyes, "You're not allowed to talk down on yourself. That's a rule. You remeber right?" 

"Yes I do-" 

"So this is why you were acting nervous today. I noticed your hands were shaky." 

Scaramouche ripped the papers in half, "I have no such intention of replacing you." "Why do you do so much then?" 

"You know... you're one of the only people I care about. I hated watching you be constantly stressed out and losing sleep all the time." 

"I-" 

"You got your dream job right? At your dream company right?" 

"Yes.. I did." 

"You want the company to succeed, correct?" 

"Yes." 

"And I want what you want. That's it. So.. something like that won't help me. I just want to make your workload lighter." 

"Scaramouche..." 

"But... I do want one thing in return." 

You widened your eyes in surprise. "What do you want..? A pay rise? Your own office? Something else?" 

"No." 

"What do you wish for then? I'll try to give you it." 

Scaramouche smirked a little bit. He climbed onto your desk and grabbed your tie. Then in a rough motion, he pulled you closer. 

"You. I want you." 

"Huh-" 

You felt your face grow hotter. "Why.. would you want me?" 

Scaramouche's smirk grew wider. He pulled you closer, until your nosee were almost touching. "Why? I love you. Why would I work with you for three years otherwise?" 

"Scara-"

You body felt like it was numbed. Yet your face felt like it was on fire. Much hotter than the room's temperature. He used his spare hand to stroke your hair. "You're so precious... You know that? So innocent, so pure... I almost to keep you like this." You had no words to say. Emotions rushed through your body. "You've worked so hard... you never dated anyone, let alone kissed anyone. You never let anything get in the way of your dream. So... let me take this from you." You turned your head away, trying to avoid eye contact. Scaramouche couldn't resist anymore. He didn't need to. In fact, he waited 3 long years. He pulled you in close. Your lips crashed together. He kissed you with such passion, it almost felt like it was never going to end. Almost as if this moment itself could make time stop. Finally, the two of you parted. Then realization hit. He had kissed you. You had your first kiss. From Scaramouche. The shock wasn't settling in. You had doubted anyone would love you. You thought that you'd be alone forever. But... maybe not anymore. "So... (Y/N). Will you be my girlfriend? Will you be mine forever?" You looked at him and you smiled. Just like Scaramouche would do anything for you, you'll do anything for him too. It was wa least you could do. "Of course, sir. We'll be together forever." Scaramouche grabbed your hand, "you mean it? Until death do us apart?" "... yes. I mean it." Scaramouche leaned into you. "Good," he whispered.