teyvat icecream😧

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you were getting ready for your unexpected outing with our beloved scaramouche. you pondered while throwing some clothes on just why exactly did he say yes to going with you? youve known him since childhood as your moms are very close, so you know what he's like and that he'd normally turn you down in a second. well, you decided to leave it be, maybe he was being nice; you'll never know, at least for a while you won't.

you finished getting ready putting together the last touches and checked the time, 2:50 pm "fuck i'll be late" you said exasperated. you rush out the door grabbing your car keys quickly and hopped in the vehicle, starting the engine.

luckily for you, you arrived just on time (sort of) at 3:09 pm and also, as expected scaramouche was late.

you waited as patiently as possible and finally, the raven headed boy walked over to the bench you were sitting on, just about 20 minutes late (of course, as had been expected of him)

"well, what took you so long?" you say sarcastically exasperated
"the witch" he answers shortly
"ah, like always"
"lets go get icecream now"
"ok"

you walk over to the icecream parlor; you ordered your favorite flavor icecream and scaramouche ordering his favorite coffee icecream (yes fucking coffee icecream is fucking amazing)

you walk away, both holding your cones of icecream and finding a place to sit and eat. you both settle for a little bench at a park with a kid or 2 playing on it, surprising to see as it was mid-day so you would expect to see many kids out here playing, but you decided to ignore it.

you sat quietly for a while, peacefully eating your icecream. it wasn't and awkward silence, it was pleasent, very pleasent.

then you remembered what you had been thinking about while getting dressed earlier, just why did scaramouche agree to come get icecream with you?

"why did you decide to come with me?" you blurt out as it have popped into your head

"because"

"becauseeee??"

"i like you"

"HUH??"

"as a friend stupid" he sighs

"oh"

scaramouche pov:

he hadn't planned on that

admitting he did enjoy spending time with y/n

that wasn't like him

what the hell was getting into him?

ir frustrated him but he brushed it off

y/n pov:

"welllll, want to play on the swings???" you pleaded, you loved the swings so much

"no"

"pleaseee moochie"

"i said no"

"fine then ill just force you" bc

you yank his wrist and roughly pull him out of his 'comfortable' spot on the bench. he tries to protest as he isnt about to just let you yank him around now is he? well, with all his efforts it seems to be in the end your hand was still tightly clasped around his wrist, not willing to let the man go he knew he had to give in.

you arrived at the swings and you pushed him toward a swing and got on the one next to him. he decided he would get on the swing, and not just stand there idly as you swung.

scaramouche pov:

why was he acting like this? it frustrated him once again. why was he just letting you do this? pull him around and push him to a swing and just expect him to get on, knowing the chance of him just walking away. he was so confused and frustrated, furrowing his eyebrows trying to figure out why he was acting like this

y/n pov:

you were surprised to see that he actually got on the swing, it honestly made your heart skip a beat, made you blush a little bit. which absolutely surprised you, how could you feel that way about your childhood friend??

time skip:

well, you guys were done with the swings now, both still deep in thought and confused. you decide that it would be best to end things for the day but scaramouche beat you to it.

"i think i need to head home now"

"yeah, same"

"well goodbye"

goodbye, see you later"

after that awkward interaction, you cuss yourself out for being so awkward and also feeling the way you did to scaramouche.

arrived home, you see your cat, cloud and pet him for a second before going to your bedroom and flopping on the bed, falling asleep in an instant.


yar #not chatfic moment

was this written well?

if anyone is willing to comment please do idk

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