The Puppeteer's Puppet [Scaramouche x Reader]

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Time passes quickly when you're having fun. And for the first time, that fun was Scaramouche. The cookies turned out like absolute shit. Cracked, stale, and if you squinted, kind of looked like a grandma. But what made it so enjoyable was Scaramouche. Despite your screw-ups, he was patient. To be honest, it was kind of freaking you out. The big bad Scaramouche having a heart? About time.

The two of you threw the cookies in the trash in the end, and settled for some store bought muffins instead. You and Scara were cleaning up the counters when the clock on the stove caught you're eye.

"It's 10:47?!" You gasped.

Scaramouche turned his attention from the counter he was scrubbing to the clock, and then to you. "Yeah? So?" He raised an eyebrow.

You groaned to yourself, setting the cloth down and quickly taking off your apron. "Oh no, oh no, I should have been home so long ago! I have to get going right now."'

"Now?"

"Yes,"

"Now..?"

"Yes!"

"Every time I think to myself 'she can't get any stupider,' you always manage to prove me wrong." He scoffs

"What!" You whine.

"Seriously? It's practically 11 PM, and you're mental if you think I'm letting you walk alone at this time." He crossed his arms with a scowl.

"W-Well I have to!"

"Says who? You're parents are out of town; How will they know?"

"We have security cameras, they'll notice I never came back."

"Then just say you're staying at a friend's." He rolled his eyes at the word friend.

You bit your thumb anxiously, trying to think. "What if you walk me there..?"

"Walk a whole ass hour there and back? Maybe if you were some fucking goddess." He scoffs. "Y/N, I am not letting you walk this late at night." He says sternly, walking closer. "You either stay here tonight, or call an uber. You're choice." He says glaring at you.

You sigh. "Could I borrow some money, perchance..?" You smile timidly.

"Not a chance," He smirks.

~~~

Welp, this must be so wonderful for you! Staying over at dear ol' pal Scaramouche's home--Or castle, you should say. Currently sitting on the couch, you were panicked texting your parents that you, in fact, were not kidnapped and being held hostage by someone to say you were at a friend's. You told them you were at Yoimiya's for two reasons. 1, you can't tell your parents you're over at a BOY's house. That's basically begging them to put a tracker and camera on you. 2, it was Scaramouche. Your parents didn't have a full blown image of him, but from the way you used to mention him, they didn't like him, and sure as hell would think you being at his house was worse than being kidnapped.

Scaramouche slams a bowl of popcorn on the table, snapping you out of the spammed texts your parents were sending you.

"You tired?" He askes in his usual irritated voice.

"Uh..no..?"

"Good, we're watching a movie."

~~~

You were currently in the bathroom freshening up, and mentally preparing yourself. Out of all genres, Scaramouche just had to pick horror. And out of ALL movies, Dead Silence. The one movie with creepy dolls and jumpscares. You had nothing against horror movies, except for dolls and jumpscares. And Scara knew that, so maybe he does want you to get a heart attack. Maybe the casket is already on it's way.

After cleaning your face, you head over to the couch where Scaramouche is sitting, popcorn between the two of you.

"Finally done?" He says, getting up and turning off all the lights.

"Is that really necessary..?" You speak unsurely.

"Duh. Everyone knows you watch horror movies with the lights off; it's an unspoken rule."

You sighed to yourself knowing there was no way you were getting out of this mess. Scaramouche clicked play on the movie, and you grabbed a pillow as a support buddy through this nightmare.

Scara POV

Really? The movie hasn't even started, and she's already grabbing something to cling onto for dear life. What a baby. It was to be expected though, I guess. She's always been a pushover. Always been weak and pathetic. Nonetheless, it would be a lie to not admit how cute she looked biting her thumb with that hint of fear in her eyes she's trying so hard to hide from me. How amusing.

I lean to the side of the couch, resting my arm on the arm rest as I watch the movie. To be honest, it's just like any other horror movie. I don't get how Y/N is so freaked out about it. I glance to my side to see that she'll still shaking and biting her thumb, making me smirk. She's so horrified, and nothing scary has even happened. What a loser. Seeing her like this just makes me want to mess with her more. See what she's like when she's really scared..

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." I stand up, excusing myself. Her eyes flicker to me before back to the screen and she nods. Seeing that frightened face she has almost makes me feel bad for what I'm about to do.

A/N: nawt proofread 🎀