#scara hater can’t write

[scara-hater]

childe is a very goofy and bright character what if y/n is the opposite and is literally mentally unstable and tries to break up with him because she thinks he is too good for her and doesn't wanna burden him ¿¿¿

this a request- feel free to ignore

love your writing tho :)

*insert kermit meme with hearts*

WAAAAAAAHHHH I didn’t know if this should be short or funny etc. Sorry if you wanted a gendered reader, it never really came up. Apologies!

No mention of gender

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I have no doubts with you. - Childe x reader

Not proofread!

Warnings: ur emo, my writing, breaking up themes.

Sitting along a viewpoint over Liyue, Childe sits with his body resting on his arms, the breeze is cold. “Babe, I was thinking” a pause.

“that’s dangerous..”

“Haha! It always is, but maybe we could go to Snezhnaya in a few days, the winter is beautiful there.” Turning his head, he waits for your response.

“Hmm.” I shouldn’t go.

“Is that a yes..? If so that’s great! My family misses you and have been asking when you’ll come back with me.” Face pink he turns head, “I kind of just want to see you in my homelands clothing too, my mom has old ones that you can wear until we go out ourselves.” He sits up properly and interlocks your fingers in his, smiling.

Don’t look at me like that.

“I don’t have enough mora for that right now, so your mothers clothes will do.” Shaking your head, you try to give any excuse you can find.

“Did I say you were paying? I’m taking you to my home, so it is my job to pay for whatever it is you want.” His expression doesn’t falter,

“Then why won’t you allow me to buy you things, seeing as you are in my hometown right now.” Why is he like this, stop talking to me.

You hate this feeling. “Why? Because I love you and I’m not letting you, simple!” He veils his arm over your shoulder, leaning to kiss your cheek, “plus… when we are together, I just like being with you.” He hums, you really shouldn’t be here.

“But those Snezhnayan clothes are a must! because even if you say no, I’ll just take my sister to pick them for you.” Squeezing you tighter, he gets really close to your face, tackling you onto the ground as to grins over you, “And I know you feel like you need to pay me back, so that’ll be ten kisses, on the lips, come on I’m waiiiiting.” Puckering his lips in the ugliest way he could muster, you grab his face and squish it, “ c’mon ‘m waitinggg” face still clasped, he engulfs you in his hold, peppering kisses along your face. Laughing and embracing each other, a clear display of lovers. You smile as he rests his head in your shoulder, but that feeling lingers. You know this won’t last.

Get off of me. Say it now.

Rising, he shuffles back to his place next to you, “I’ve been the only one talking this whole time, is there anything you want to do when we go? I’m all ears.” “Not that I can think of, I’m not too sure if I should go right now.” He sits still, hands still together, god, just let me go.

“That’s okay! It was only a thought, there’s no need to over extend yourself for my sake. We can spend time wherever you like.” His tone is gentle, and his body is so warm.

Do it or you’ll only make it worse.

“Ajax.. go back home, your family will want your company. I’ll stay here.” you need to leave. “Are you okay? We can always go next winter or maybe-” you look to your lap,

“Let’s break up.”

Holding in your shaky breathes you look to the sky.

“One day.. you’ll stop falling in love with me.” you sigh, “All I do is use you, and I’m aware of it. Yet, I allow you to do all my work in this relationship.” Your voice is nearly as soft as the wind, as if only for the Archons to hear, “we were better as friends it seems, I only follow you around and insert myself in matters that don’t regard me, I’m sorry.”

You don’t deserve him, and you knew that from the moment he confessed.

—

“Y/n! Why didn’t you wait for me?” Panting he rests on his knees. “That’s because all you do it talk Ajax.. you know it took you five minutes to realize I left?” Laughing you turn around to the tired boy, “I don’t understand how you are considered strong, when you follow me like a lost puppy all the time.” “It looks like even the strongest can’t live without me, does that mean you care about me? Or are you just desperate for friends.” Your teasing has always been something he appreciated, if it meant to see you smile, he’d let you do it everyday.

“Don’t you think you’re the one who is desperate, y/n?” Standing straight, he smirks, “I mean, I know many people form all regions. Yet, to me, it looks like you don’t know anyone in your own city.”

“You-“ he cuts you off, “That’s okay, you have me here! Anyway, let’s go eat I’m starving.” Walking ahead, he halts and points at you “But you need to find a place that doesn’t only use chopsticks. I can’t embarrass my self again.”

“I’ll teach you, idiot. And i’m paying!”

“You wish, I like you too much for that to happen.” Grabbing your wrist he drags you through the streets.

“Did you just confess like that? Are you stupid?”

Sliding his hand off your arm, he rests it in your smaller hands.

“Sue me.”

—

Yet, you selfishly took that opportunity for your own gain, letting him do everything after that day, and you hate yourself for it.

Haah what a terrible day.

Tears escape your eyes as you spew excuses for why you need to do this. “I- I just can’t, I love you so much, but I’m a burden, I don’t pay for anything and I never pay you back! You do everything.” Hiccuping and wiping your tears, you whine out more empty reasons.

“I’m selfish for letting you think I am good enough for you to like me. That day I shou- I should’ve told y-“ “look at me y/n”

please don’t hate me.

“You are breaking up with me because of how I take care of you?”

“Y/n, are you stupid?”

Slowly lowering your face, you meet his gaze. He’s still smiling, just much softer this time.

“I don’t know what made you feel this way.” Why is he still so nice? “But I like doing those things, even before we got together.” Exhaling, he reaches to both sides of your face. Wiping your tears with his thumbs, he continues, “I didn’t intended to make you feel like a burden, I just like seeing you with the things I got you.” “I never had some one as special as you, so please… don’t leave because I only want you.”

His delicate tone and how gentle he is only makes you cry harder.

Pulling you close, he places his lips to yours, “when you have doubts about your worth, remember that I know how important you are to me.”

“Because, y/n. I have no doubts with you.”

“Sooo are we still going? ‘Cause really wanna see you wearing those clothes.”

“Shut up idiot.”

I wish i could read my work from a different brain, so I could make it make sense. Sorry for the goofy writing.

[merakiui]

Not a request but I just read that Scaramouche Idol concept and imagine if you were cast into a movie with Childe as a leading man. It would be so damn funny for Scara to get jealous hes gonna hate that movie so bad

Anon... You are after my heart!!! THIS CONCEPT = PERFECTION!!!! I just had to write a scenario for it. The power of idol!Scaramouche is too strong...;;;

For once in his life, Scaramouche wakes up in a wonderful mood. He’s well-rested, rejuvenated from last night’s fulfilling work, and he’s ready to start the day with a delicious breakfast and what he would like to think is his best smile. All of that is cut short when he’s sitting at the table, a healthy meal spread out before him, while he sips at his fragrant chamomile tea. He nearly chokes on the liquid when a notification pops up on his screen, notifying him that his favorite most annoying rival has posted another boring post. He tells himself he’s just going to check it out because it’s his duty as your hater. He’s not genuinely interested in you or your life or what sort of things you post or—yeah, he’s definitely interested.

But he keeps fooling himself into thinking the opposite, as it keeps his pride intact.

When he sees your post, which is a video interview of some upcoming movie, he almost feels like congratulating you. You were cast as one of the main leads and that’s a big achievement for someone who’s been working hard in that industry. You deserve the recognition. But then, upon viewing the video in its entirety, he spots a familiar figure that instantly sours his mood and has him glowering daggers at his phone.

What is Tartaglia doing in that video? More importantly, why is he sat in the chair beside you, a stupid grin on his face as the two of you talk about your roles and how eager you are to be working together?

“Actually, it was sort of funny when we were called to set for the first day of filming,” you’re saying, changing the course of the discussion for a brief moment. “Just weeks prior, we met up with Signora for coffee. It was funny to view him as my coworker, but I still couldn’t have asked for a better partner.”

“Speaking of ‘partner,’ this movie has a lot of...special scenes.”

When that’s brought up, your face erupts in a smile that’s both cheery and flustered. “Ah, we had to redo those scenes over and over again because we couldn’t keep a straight face. It was so tough, but we pulled through in the end.”

Tartaglia smirks as he glances from you to the camera, as if staring straight into Scaramouche’s soul with the intention of displaying an easy checkmate. “It’s nothing I couldn’t handle, of course.”

“Oh, hush.” You slap his shoulder lightly, shaking your head in mild amusement. “Anyways, to get back on topic...”

His mind is reeling as he analyzes every bit of that video. From the way you and Tartaglia banter to the suggestiveness of his actions... It’s so annoying. He doesn’t like it. Then again, what part of ‘special scenes’ is he supposed to like? That just sounds like a nightmare wrapped within a tragedy. But he can’t deny the fact that you seem very happy in the interview, as does Tartaglia but he could care less about him. Scaramouche wonders if some higher being is trying to pester him. If there exists a god or goddess of love, then he wishes they’d stop meddling in his nonexistent love life.

Where should he even begin? You’ve hung out with Tartaglia before, the two of you are so comfortable with one another, and it appears as though there’s a hint of friendship between you. He’d love to diss Tartaglia, but that would just give him all sorts of twisted satisfaction and that’s the last thing he wants to do. He wonders if Signora will give him the gossip if he were to ask. Probably, if he manages to get over his massive ego and the embarrassment that comes with asking such a question.

What a terrible way to start my morning, he thinks, fingers tapping away at his phone. He’s already typing out all sorts of nasty comments. Having such an endless arsenal of abhorrence comes in handy.

I hate you. Gross. Eat dirt and choke. They really couldn’t find anyone better for these roles.

No, that’s not what he wants to say. That’s too harsh, right? Although he is known to be ruthless, especially when Tartaglia is involved. Shaking his head, he deletes the text and opts for something a little friendlier. Something backhanded and sharp.

Without even reading the premise of the movie, he writes: Sounds great, but if I watched this I’d just be on the verge of dying from cringe because two of the WORST actors are in it. 🤢🙄 So it’s a no from me. Good job to everyone in the studio, except (Name) and Tartaglia. ☺️

As if you’re policing your comments section, he receives a reply within minutes. At first he doesn’t want to read it because it makes him feel clingy and weird. But then he pushes those strange emotions to the side and seizes every pixel that makes up your words, hungry for the interaction.

Who asked??? Literally no one but I appreciate the not-so-constructive criticism, Scarymouche. 😚✌️ Hopefully you aren’t already one foot in the grave because you’re talking to me, but I’ll be more than happy to pay for your funeral. It’s the least I can do as the cause of your death. Cringe is a disease, sweetheart, and I’m more than happy to pass it on to you. 💖

Well, someone’s been hanging out with Signora. But aside from that there’s a lot to unpack in your reply and most of it has his cheeks burning with color. You...really just did all of that. Emojis and nicknames and everything. He should call you out for using ‘Scarymouche’ and ‘sweetheart,’ but he just can’t find the courage to do so. He hopes you’ll continue to call him that. Maybe in private...

Absolutely not. Why is he thinking this way? Perhaps it’s simply due to the fact that you’re working with Tartaglia. He pictures the intimacy between the two of you and nearly loses his appetite altogether. Of course they had to cast the both of you for such a stupid, romantic, friends-to-lovers movie. Now that he’s finally bothered to look up the plot, it just annoys him even more. You’re already acquainted with each other and you’ve hung out more than once. Filming this movie as two best friends in love (it’s so cliché; he hates it) shouldn’t be that difficult.

But as an outsider it’s hard to stomach. He wants to be the one in Tartaglia’s place, but of course he’ll never say that publicly. It’s way too embarrassing. Scaramouche can only sit there and stare into his cup, a frown etched onto his features as he ponders the border between friends, coworkers, and lovers. Once again, he’s on the verge of over-analyzing something that shouldn’t be bothering him so much.

But, Scaramouche thinks to himself while tapping out a subtle rhythm against the table, they called me sweetheart. No one’s ever called me that before...

Before he can dissolve into such sentimental thoughts, he snatches his phone and types out another biting reply. He’s comes to realize that it’s better if your relationship stays distantly playful. It’s better if you regard him as the petty idol who gets into pointless feuds on social media.

And yet even as he engraves these cruel realities into his mind, his brain is still whirring with ideas.

‘Sweetheart’ sounds like a good name for a song... Or maybe I could—ugh. Never mind. Stupid (Name) and stupid Tartaglia. I hate you and your moronic chemistry.

[scara-hater]

HIII! I really really loved the plushies scenarios your writing is superb 💛💛 My favorite one was Cyno's because I relate to it a lot (it happened one time with my partner 🤣) I was wondering if you could do a Diluc one? He's my ultimate favorite in the game even though I still don't have him (cries in the corner). Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm doing it right about the requesting? This is my first time because I'm new here in Tumblr. You can ignore this if I'm not doing it the right way TT_TT

P.S. Love your other works! 🫶🫶

For you anon i would dedicate my life for him, my brain is rotten for Diluc. Apologies i strayed from the original plot! If you want something more, or different, let me know!

Not proofread!

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Requests closed!

Absence can be filled in a night.

Diluc is a busy man, that much is obvious. He’s constantly analyzing documents regarding his tavern and confirming what is best for his consumers.

So it's quite hard spending quality time when he's working himself to death. Many broken promises and multiple times being stood up by your beloved. Oh how celestia must have shunned your existence, because as of late, you are in your own company. And what feels like the nth time, you have been left seated at the dinning table by yourself.

How awful this feeling is, the house workers returning to their respective homes and the space sits vacant. You truly were alone.

Diluc has told you over and over again, that no matter how busy he is, he will one day make it up to you.

But how?

How can when he's never present? When will that day be? Perhaps you’re drifting apart, maybe he is hoping you forget it and he can ends things there-

"Y/n."

Cutting off your thoughts you jump, "Oh! good evening How have you been dear?" You shift your body to meet the voice beside you, "How are things regarding tying relations with -"

"I would much prefer if we did not discuss work relations, my love" meeting your gaze he expression remains neutral,

"I don't mean to be passive, but I just can't - sigh doesn’t matter, I am home now, so it is appreciated that we don’t talk of the subject."

Ahh..there it is.

You look down and let out a silent, "Of course." Trying to be polite, you grip your hands in your lap.

It’s always like this. He’s never home and expects you to be okay with this play of routine. There wouldn’t be a problem if he at least spoke with you, but this is the most interaction you’ve had in days. It feels as if he is purposely distancing his moments with you, each time getting shorter.

"Well.. It is quite late, I'll be in the bedroom." He states, walking to place his coat down and leaving the room. Only the sounds of his shoes echoing the large estate, are heard until the door can be heard shutting. He’s only tired from his day y/n it’s okay, he still cares for you, right? You saw him a total of three minutes and he seemed bothered talking with you, like you took all his energy. Maybe you should leave him be, he probably would like to be alone, your thought. So you stay out of his way, allowing him to rest.

But that night, Diluc waited.

He awaited your arrival into the bedroom and hoped to see you next to him, but knew that wouldn’t happen.

Initially, he thought it was foolish that you could be upset, but with every passing minute, it sinks in. He saw his mistake of how he treated you, and felt terrible about the events that played back in his mind.

In all honesty, he wanted to collapse on your body and wrap his arms around your waist. But the topic of work drowned out your previous question and set off his frustration. He left you to sit at the table alone, and it isn’t the first time. He now realizes how much he dismisses you because he’s exhausted, a just reason, but He knows better.

Covering his face with is arm, he exhales deeply. He needs to fix this, this might be the last time he can.

Searching each room, he finds them empty of you. His office included, so when descending the stairs, and spotting your figure laying in the living room, he feels relief that you didn’t decide to leave in the night. Spare blankets lay flat, as your body uses them as a cushion, and a thin sheet sprawled just over your hips. The sight brings a slight frown to his features, so, quietly, he retrieves a duvet for your convenience. Walking over to your closed eyed stated he begins to cover you up, only to spot something, something you’re holding.

It’s quite small, and quite red. Curiously, grabbing the mystery item from your delicate hands, it doesn’t take very long to see it’s a plush.

Of him.

Hand sewn and so endearing, your beloved Diluc’s cheeks are a light pink, how did he find someone as cute as you? Archons he wishes he was around more. Maybe it’s time he accepts that his job doesn’t require him being there 24/7. You are so important to him, if not the most important in his life, he is an awful partner if he can’t even spend a single night without leaving in the night and forgetting you during the day.

Putting the mini diluc to the side, he pulls the duvet over and shuffles to lay with you. Reaching to draw you to award his chest, one arm around your torso, and the other under your head holding your hand. Kissing your jaw before resting his head in your neck, arms tightening as he yearned to hug you close, he missed you. His missed this feeling that was once frequent,

“Are you awake, my love?” He says from behind you, fiddling with your fingers he picks his words carefully, “regarding earlier.. I feel terrible and understand that my behaviour recently has put a mental strain on not only myself, but you as well.” Now holding you a little tighter, he continues, “ You my dear, are single handedly my everything, so I apologize for making you feel all but that. I shall finally be in your company once again, with tomorrow morning being a start.”

Kissing the back of your head, he nuzzles further into your hair, “y/n, do you know exactly how much I love you? If not, I guess I’ll have to court you all over again.”

“You better work your damn hardest.”

Is this a challenge?

I’m so sorry for how bad this is

[scara-hater]

I didn’t get Al haitham. I lost the 50/50 to wanna-be purple cat keqing. I spent $50 on him. -💫

I got YaoYao on my second single pull cuz I didn’t have enough to for the ten pull

I JUST WANTED THAT MUSCLE HUNK 🤷🏻‍♀️🔫

[scara-hater]

holy shit, ur recent cuddles n plushies really made a knot in my fucking chest esp childes part 😭😭😭

HELP?? I forget that I’m real and other people actually read the things I write. Thank you though! I try to make my stories enjoyable, but my lack of editing makes me realize I’m a mess.

Literally kiss me anon.

[scara-hater]

X READER REQUESTS OPEN! - GENSHIN IMPACT BOYS

If there’s a scenario you’ve imagined in your head, I’ll do my best to bring it to life!

Yes - fluff, angst, headcannons, shorts, anything really!

No - NSFW(yet), But making out is fine 🧍🏻‍♀️🗡

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If you would like a proofread story, let me know! I’m okay with my writing, but if it’s not your cup of tea, just say the word and I’ll do my best.

[atsukawolfcat]

I am SPEECHLESS

*internally screams*

HIII! I really really loved the plushies scenarios your writing is superb 💛💛 My favorite one was Cyno's because I relate to it a lot (it happened one time with my partner 🤣) I was wondering if you could do a Diluc one? He's my ultimate favorite in the game even though I still don't have him (cries in the corner). Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm doing it right about the requesting? This is my first time because I'm new here in Tumblr. You can ignore this if I'm not doing it the right way TT_TT

P.S. Love your other works! 🫶🫶

For you anon i would dedicate my life for him, my brain is rotten for Diluc. Apologies i strayed from the original plot! If you want something more, or different, let me know!

Not proofread!

___________________

Requests open!

Absence can be filled in a night.

Diluc is a busy man, that much is obvious. He’s constantly analyzing documents regarding his tavern and confirming what is best for his consumers.

So it's quite hard spending quality time when he's working himself to death. Many broken promises and multiple times being stood up by your beloved. Oh how celestia must have shunned your existence, because as of late, you are in your own company. And what feels like the nth time, you have been left seated at the dinning table by yourself.

How awful this feeling is, the house workers returning to their respective homes and the space sits vacant. You truly were alone.

Diluc has told you over and over again, that no matter how busy he is, he will one day make it up to you.

But how?

How can when he's never present? When will that day be? Perhaps you’re drifting apart, maybe he is hoping you forget it and he can ends things there-

"Y/n."

Cutting off your thoughts you jump, "Oh! good evening How have you been dear?" You shift your body to meet the voice beside you, "How are things regarding tying relations with -"

"I would much prefer if we did not discuss work relations, my love" meeting your gaze he expression remains neutral,

"I don't mean to be passive, but I just can't - sigh doesn’t matter, I am home now, so it is appreciated that we don’t talk of the subject."

Ahh..there it is.

You look down and let out a silent, "Of course." Trying to be polite, you grip your hands in your lap.

It’s always like this. He’s never home and expects you to be okay with this play of routine. There wouldn’t be a problem if he at least spoke with you, but this is the most interaction you’ve had in days. It feels as if he is purposely distancing his moments with you, each time getting shorter.

"Well.. It is quite late, I'll be in the bedroom." He states, walking to place his coat down and leaving the room. Only the sounds of his shoes echoing the large estate, are heard until the door can be heard shutting. He’s only tired from his day y/n it’s okay, he still cares for you, right? You saw him a total of three minutes and he seemed bothered talking with you, like you took all his energy. Maybe you should leave him be, he probably would like to be alone, your thought. So you stay out of his way, allowing him to rest.

But that night, Diluc waited.

He awaited your arrival into the bedroom and hoped to see you next to him, but knew that wouldn’t happen.

Initially, he thought it was foolish that you could be upset, but with every passing minute, it sinks in. He saw his mistake of how he treated you, and felt terrible about the events that played back in his mind.

In all honesty, he wanted to collapse on your body and wrap his arms around your waist. But the topic of work drowned out your previous question and set off his frustration. He left you to sit at the table alone, and it isn’t the first time. He now realizes how much he dismisses you because he’s exhausted, a just reason, but He knows better.

Covering his face with is arm, he exhales deeply. He needs to fix this, this might be the last time he can.

Searching each room, he finds them empty of you. His office included, so when descending the stairs, and spotting your figure laying in the living room, he feels relief that you didn’t decide to leave in the night. Spare blankets lay flat, as your body uses them as a cushion, and a thin sheet sprawled just over your hips. The sight brings a slight frown to his features, so, quietly, he retrieves a duvet for your convenience. Walking over to your closed eyed stated he begins to cover you up, only to spot something, something you’re holding.

It’s quite small, and quite red. Curiously, grabbing the mystery item from your delicate hands, it doesn’t take very long to see it’s a plush.

Of him.

Hand sewn and so endearing, your beloved Diluc’s cheeks are a light pink, how did he find someone as cute as you? Archons he wishes he was around more. Maybe it’s time he accepts that his job doesn’t require him being there 24/7. You are so important to him, if not the most important in his life, he is an awful partner if he can’t even spend a single night without leaving in the night and forgetting you during the day.

Putting the mini diluc to the side, he pulls the duvet over and shuffles to lay with you. Reaching to draw you to award his chest, one arm around your torso, and the other under your head holding your hand. Kissing your jaw before resting his head in your neck, arms tightening as he yearned to hug you close, he missed you. His missed this feeling that was once frequent,

“Are you awake, my love?” He says from behind you, fiddling with your fingers he picks his words carefully, “regarding earlier.. I feel terrible and understand that my behaviour recently has put a mental strain on not only myself, but you as well.” Now holding you a little tighter, he continues, “ You my dear, are single handedly my everything, so I apologize for making you feel all but that. I shall finally be in your company once again, with tomorrow morning being a start.”

Kissing the back of your head, he nuzzles further into your hair, “y/n, do you know exactly how much I love you? If not, I guess I’ll have to court you all over again.”

“You better work your damn hardest.”

Is this a challenge?

I’m so sorry for how bad this is