I Met You On The 6th. {scaramouche x reader au}

Chapter 8 - Escape

hey guys sorry for being inactive!

i was grounded for a while and exams and stuff :)

and im sorry for my bsf spoiling the fucking book
(mar this is directed towards you!)

anyways enjoy <3

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"No Scaramouche, I'm literally taking a shower." You sighed. God, this boy was so much to handle.

"Okay, jeez. I'll wait for your slow ass to take a shower." He responded with. The water was quite warm, so you took a nice, long shower.

As you looked in the mirror, you stared at the foggy glass. Your breath grew slightly faster because of the condensation. You put on your underclothes and then the clothes you came in this hotel with. God, you really should've left with your phone. Now you're stuck with a piece of sh-

"C'mon, Y/N! I gotta take a shower too." he yelled from the other side of the door.

You sighed and opened the door, drying your hair. Scaramouche stared blankly into your eyes and went into the bathroom.

So, what exactly were you supposed to do for about 20 minutes while a fucking donkey was in the shower? Good question, reader. I don't know.

You were lying on the bed as Scaramouche showered. God, it was so boring. Soon after, as you were about to fall asleep, he finally came out. The condensation hit the room quickly.

"How long are your showers?? God.." you mumbled under your breath.

"As long as my dick."

"Proof?" You giggled, jokingly.

Scaramouche glared into your eyes coldly and walked up to you slowly. He chuckled, holding your chin up, saying

"You want proof?" You rolled your eyes and pushed him away.

"I take that back."

"Okay. Good. Well, I needed to tell you that there's a telephone booth nearby. While you were asleep, I took a walk and saw it. I went back to sleep afterwards." he said.

"Well, that's goo- Wait,why didn't you tell me before??" You asked, confused

"I do what I want, Y/N." He smirked.

"Whatever. I'm going there." You sighed.

"Not without me." He said sternly.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to get kidnapped or anything. I'll feel guilty. I'm coming with you."

So both you and Scaramouche left the hotel and went towards the telephone booth. He called Childe to pick you and him up and you both waited for a while.

"Scara! Y/N! I swear, I thought both of you were dead and your bodies were in an alley or something and the rats were eating yo-"
Childe hurridly spoke, running out of the car and hugging us.

"Just take them to their dorm and me to ours." Scaramouche sighed. Childe pouted but did what he said anyways.

After a while, you reached your dormitory and thanked the men. You ran upstairs and saw a worried Mona, holding tissues and crying with heavy mascara running down her face.

"Y/N! What happened?? I was so worried.. I thought you died or something! I was about to call your parents that you went missing and everything and arrange a funeral and-" Mona sobbed, hugging you.

"Hey, hey! Calm down Mona. It's okay. It's alright. I'm here. Nothing happened, I just..went for a walk and left my phone. I ran into Scaramouche and he coincidentally left his charger and his phone was dead, but he had some money so we stayed at a hotel and we called Childe from a telephone booth." You whispered in her ear, while hugging her back reassuringly.