02 - Rise To Stardom.

02 - rise to stardom.

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₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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36.5 – flashback !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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Scaramouche is sitting on the couch, strumming his guitar absentmindedly. You watch him from the kitchen, a mix of admiration and concern in your eyes. He's good, really good, and you know it. But with the band getting serious offers and with you getting accepted to T.U things are getting complicated.

"Yo, Scara," you call out, leaning against the counter. "You got a sec?"

He looks up, his fingers stilling on the strings. "What's up?"

"We gotta talk about yk the future," you say, crossing your arms. "You're getting big offers, and... I don't want to hold you back."

He frowns, setting his guitar down. "What are you saying? You think I should go?"

"I think you should follow your dreams," you say. "But I also don't want to lose you."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You won't lose me. I can have both, right? The band and you."

"It's not that simple," you reply. "You'll be touring, recording, always on the move. We won't get to see each other much."

He looks away, the tension building. "I know, but this is what I've always wanted. I can't just give it up."

"I get that," you say, looking down. "I just don't want us to fall apart because of it."

“I’ll find a way," he says, looking into your eyes as he slowly leans in to kiss your forehead “I promise”

The next few weeks are a blur. Scara is constantly busy with the band, barely texting back, and when he does, it's short, vague responses. You try to stay positive, but the distance is growing

One night, after another practice session runs late, he sends a message: "We need to talk. This isn't working."

A few more days pass. Nothing. Your heart sinks further with each unanswered call and unread message. Finally, you see a post on social media: Scaramouche's band announcing their first big tour.

You sit in silence, the realization hitting hard. Scaramouche has made his choice. He's gone, chasing his dreams, leaving you behind without a word. Ghosted.

It hurts, but you know you have to move on. Dreams have a way of taking people away, and sometimes, you just have to let go.

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03 - party for 5.

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₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter ten — obliterate him 🎂

It's not often they were in such close proximity to each other.

The car hummed softly while the two of them, Kuni and Xiao, sat inside while silence lingered. It was thick and awkward, punctuating only by the occasional clearing of the throat or a rustle of clothing as one of them shifted uncomfortably.

There were hardly any words spoken between them as it is, it was harder to think that either of them knew exactly what the other was thinking. Regardless, Xiao kept his eyes on the road, fingers tapping lightly on the wheel. The silence was comfortable, as they both didn't claim the energy they gave off, but it would have been unbearable for the others.

Kuni stared out the window, watching all scenery pass by in a slow pace. The bakery only a few miles away from them but it felt all the more interminable, stretched out by prolonged quietude. It was better than Lumine hounding him.

Finally, the silence was broken by a stiff and gravelly sigh from the bassist. "You're not this irritating on a regular day."

"Perceptive finally?" Kuni asked, pressed against his seat in defeat. "That's what happens when you deal with the usual existential dread. You know how it is."

"Still not grounds to act out. Makes it uncomfortable for everyone." Xiao lips twitched. "There's always a way to regulate your emotions better. Unless you have a reason for why you're being difficult."

His shoulders laxed, eyebrows furrowing at the flood of memories he was forced to revisit. "Like I ever gave a fuck how uncomfortable people are around me." He scoffed to himself. "It's not my job to coddle the people around me just to show that I have empathy. What do I have to prove to anyone?"

And there it was; half of a reason to his outlandish bursts of rage. He couldn't really tell whether he was genuine with how he feels or not, but the longer he listened to his reason, the more he realized how contradictory he was in his attitude. Like everything revolved around him, and the minute it doesn't, he'll come up with reasons why everybody else is the problem except for him on why it's annoying.

The other took short glances at him, voice low and steady. "You don't have to be kind," He paused. "You have to be content. It makes everyone around you as miserable as you are when you're not content, and it pushes them away. I'm guessing you see the similarities, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so defensive."

Kuni took it in with a heavy heart. One that boiled with confusion and mirth, but also...in a way, he understood that the other was right. All his thoughts were just violent reactions to impulsively spew, to exude when he was filled with callousness to the point where it explodes and implodes at the same time. He wasn't the flower people wanted him to be, which stung, but it was irreparable to him.

He hummed in response with resignation, mulling over Xiao's words over and over again. But as always, in an attempt to get the last word in, he clenched at his jaw. "Don't put yourself in my shoes, you're not going to understand how I operate any time soon."

Xiao parked the car and turned to him after taking the laminated letter, still in perfect condition as he looped the mask over his ear. "If I put myself in your shoes, I wouldn't live at all." He said, nothing to give him on his expression that would insult him further. "Let's go."

The other scowled, opening the car door with a bit more force than necessary. The cool air was a stark difference from the blazing heat they were withstanding inside of the company and their negligence with the air conditioning. He stepped out, stuffing his hand into his pocket to put his mask on.

The shop was always charming looking, with the mouthwatering scent of freshly baked desserts every hour that sell out quick. The bell above the door jingled softly as they entered the store, and Kuni was able to fully absorb what your store even looked like at all. It was perfect, you were putting a lot of work into this building for years.

You had everything in mind, from the way you mapped out and drew every piece you wanted to decorate the bakery, to the flooring and the placement. It looked exactly like the layout you drew in school. Except with all of the sweet treats, and the sickly pastry scent to him, it was supposed to be your very own veterinarian office.

He glanced around bitterly, taking in the rows of delicacies displayed behind the glass. The golden crusts and colorful frostings momentarily stung at the wound that was already there.

Something wicked snapped inside of him seeing all of your employees smile as you spoke to them, hiding behind your mask of imminent anxiousness. He had to stifle it yet again, a surge of emotions overwhelming his head. His thoughts twisted and turned in fight, everything you once dreamed of became into a shitshow. The bitter taste of regret lingered in his mouth, which made him angrier.

With the moderately-sized line in question, Xiao motioned towards you to Kuni, him slowly following after. He stopped you in time to get you to turn around. "This is yours."

You slowly looked at the two of them, before looking down at the letter. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you gasped inwardly, feeling tears well up. "Is that you, Xiao? Where did you find this?"

"You dropped it."

You scrambled to take it out of his hands, your nose leaking from how hard you bursted into tears. "Thank you...thank you...I'm sorry you had to come all this way, it must have slipped my mind to ask Miss Ei..."

Kuni couldn't help but laugh patronizingly. "Oh yeah? It slipped your mind? You're a joke."

You froze, recognizing that voice from anywhere. Your tension grew heavy all of a sudden, heart dropping a second time like clockwork. Xiao shot him a warning look, brows knitting together in frustration. "Did I say something wrong?"

"This is all we came here for," Xiao responded sharply, eyes looking to obliterate him if he continued his act. "Unless you have something else to say."

"I have a lot to say, albeit, nothing nice for klutzy bitches who we have to pick up after." His jaw set in defiance as he sucked at his teeth. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Defeated as he left, Xiao's eyes looked back at you. "This will be the first and last time I'll show up here," He continued. "It causes a lot more trouble than it's worth."

You nodded, standing there as you reread the found letter again. Over and over again until you felt better. You took a deep breath you felt like you haven't gotten to in a long time, trying to steady yourself. "I'm sorry for being so much trouble. I really appreciate that you came all this way."

He nodded, his hardened expression softening as he looked at you. There was something he didn't know about, and even though he wasn't too interested in figuring it out, there was something off here. "I'm going now."

"Wait," You weakly stopped him as he was about to leave. "Can I send you guys off with some sweets?" You asked quietly, your voice trembling as you managed a smile. "To thank you. This letter really means a lot to me..."

"No." He waved you off, tone firm. "Tell him I'm waiting."

You watched him leave, another chime of the bell as an indicator. You felt yourself beam again, reading the letter a fifth time as you tried to retrace your brothers voice in the letter. You failed again, hoping one day you'd find it. Feeling somewhat of a bigger confidence than usual, you kept it with you, the lamination on the letter

As you were about to head back to the kitchen, you turned the corner only to be aggressively pulled into the nearest bathroom. Your arm was yanked behind you so hard that you yelped, twinging something in your shoulder.

"What the fuck is all this?" He hissed in a dangerous whisper, grip loosening as he flung your arm back to your body. "If you want to waste your life on this desperate attempt to belong, fine, but don't bring all of us into your shit too."

Your eyes shook, rubbing your shoulder as you kept the letter tucked under your thumb. "I don't really get the vet stuff you mentioned...I'm trying to find out what you meant."

"Another thing that pisses me off, you're such a faker, it's amazing! How long has that been a thing to get my attention?" His voice raised, getting closer to your face as he took the mask off. "Huh? Look me in the fucking eye and tell me you don't remember anything."

"I don't," You replied firmly, your resolve wavering. "I don't know how to prove it to you, it's not something I can recall right now...I'm sorry."

"Aw, you're sorry?" His voice dripped with a baby-ish tone this time. "You've been babied to shit, and now you think that you're untouchable. You're a fucking coward, not even worthy of my time. Running away from your problems and making it my problem... who's the first person my mom shits on whenever you make a choices that fucks over the both of us? Look at me."

Your eyes welled up. "I don't know what you're talking about..." You forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. "I just wanted to do something other than mope! I didn't want to stay at home all day..! I'm sorry." You dry heaved.

He let out a bitter laugh, stepping back once he ripped the letter out of your hands. "What even is this? You had it laminated and everything..." He read it in amazement. "This is what you been freaking the fuck out over, huh?"

"Please give it back." You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "It's really important..."

"I bet, you fucking hypocrite." His eyes were voice, flashing with anger and something else— something that looked almost like hurt. "You talk a lot about moving forward for someone who runs away from their pain. Who always wants an out to their suffering, who wants to take up space they're not fucking needed in."

You stepped back when he moved closer to you, your back against the wall as you reached your arm out towards the letter, wincing at your own actions. "I didn't mean to intrude on your life again...your mom invited me. I didn't know it was to get us to make up again. I'll stay out, I promise." You continued speaking, rambling on desperately to get him to hand the letter back to you.

He stared at you for a long moment, his face twisted in disgust as he watched you grovel for this mere letter in his hands. It was taking out more from you than you realized at the moment, but you were out of options. As you begged and pleaded in whispers, he threw the letter on the ground and grabbed your face.

His grip was firm on you, nails digging into your cheeks as he made you look directly into his eyes. "You think you're so special." He hissed, voice dripping with the most poisonous venom imaginable. "So important that everyone drops everything in a heartbeat for you. You think you can just waltz back into my home, pretend like nothing happened, and I won't fuck you up for what you did to me? I'm here now, so what's up?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, the intensity of what was happening was causing you to choke on your tears. "I'll leave you alone...I promise."

His eyes narrowed in amusement, finding a sliver of humor and shallow lust in your fear, before leaning forward and locking his lips with yours as a response.

A kiss so fierce and consuming, you trembled against him, hardly even reciprocating but feeling your heart flutter at his gesture. A memory you didn't want to remember resurfaced again, of you singing for his birthday and his bitterness longed with passion in the past.

Now? It was terrifying; it wasn't gentle or kind, but raw and intense. Filled with vexation, something deeper that even he couldn't identify. Your head spun while his hands moved from your cheeks to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he gripped at your hair. He took a lock and pushed your head closer.

He tasted the same as he did so long ago. And it hurt you.

As sudden as it began, and while you were relaxing, he pulled away. His eyes dark and stormy as he stared into your eyes, continuously flicking from the letter and back to him. He felt rough and unsteady, and something in him told him that he overstayed his welcome enough. "No," He paused, muttering low and cocky. "It's not the same."

With that he left, the door swinging behind him shut and you immediately scrambling for the letter that was on the floor, feeling your breath be pried away from you again as you lost it. You leaned against the sink, feeling your tears dry on your face as you cried harder.

"Kazuha..." You cried out with red eyes, your voice drawling.

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter eleven — oh!

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter sixteen — everything is amazing! (🎂)

You felt an adversary effect knowing this was the exact company you were trying to avoid.

The coffee shop area of the company was much quieter than you expected. Your initial thought when you paired the words ‘company’ and ‘coffee’ together were a bunch of idols signed under the label to rush for their morning fix in a rush. Given its location as one of the largest companies in the nation, the main people who seemed to hang out were the staff.

You got a few looks as you stepped into the small space, the kind that dawdle too long, where people behind their masks place your face and get curious on your position. You knew why they were looking at you, but that didn’t make you all the more at ease. You still weren’t used to being known outside of your bakery.

A couple of times you were absolutely sure you were caught by someone who was whispering in a sly attempt to gossip to their coworker about you. Eyeballs narrowing, unable to tell if it were confusion, recognition, or both. There was a pit that began to settle in your stomach, the sickness of anxiety and a imminent doom to a portal of the past.

The interiors were smooth and glossy, clean lines and intricate decor were at a variance in sharp number with how much you were stressing about even sitting down. You felt watched, all the considering, and it was inducing a lot you doubt you could handle outside of your comfort zone. But luckily, from the breakthrough you came to realize on your own, you felt liberated regardless.

There was hardly anything that could get you down. Scaling your eyes around the inside, you immediately spotted the shining star in the café reading something intently on her phone. Her presence alone commanded the sight of anyone who looked at her, so wide in scale that you didn’t see anyone sitting around her. Mona was striking in person, as per usual. You only had two meetings with her, and yet, every one of those times you looked her in the eye, you felt like looking away.

Clear skin, sparkling eyes as twinkling as the stars she gazes into. Even the simplest outfit she had on was effortless but casually effervescent. You felt your mouth open with awe, standing there in shock, especially since your outfit was nothing special.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Mona said from the distance she was at, waving you over. Her voice was light— soft and cheerful with genuine warmth and ecstatic over seeing you. Her voice was unexpectedly comforting in such a sterile looking are. “Come, sit! We have so much to discuss!”

You hesitantly moved towards the seats, sitting down and giving a laugh at her pitch, though uncertain. “Hi, Mona..! Thank you so much for inviting me, I had no idea how fancy it was…I feel kind of out of place.”

“Oh, this? Don’t worry, the staff here are all really friendly so they won’t bother you at all. I’m sure everyone’s just admiring your legacy, or something! I’m sure a lot of people come to your bakery.” She smiled, her bright face almost beaming at the idea of having a friend. “Thanks for coming, anyway…I felt like I needed a one on one with the person who made those letters. I owe you a lot.”

“I didn’t expect you to like them so much! I know it turned into a service, but I love that the letters you want me to send are always specific, and I get to know a tidbit of what’s going on in your brain!” You were a lot more passionate than she expected.

“I guess I have…a lot on my mind, actually,” Mona laughed, sound similar to soft wind chimes in a breeze. Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she traced the rim of the coffee absentmindedly. Looking into your eyes at the same time as you did instantly made her want to look down at something less exciting. “You kind of bring joy into people’s lives when you think about it, you know?”

“Oh…thank you so much.” You felt a flush of impulsive warmth. Disarming comfort the other gave, you were almost in disbelief. There was a speechlessness you found momentarily. “Yeah, everything is amazing! Right now, at least…I’m glad I made a friend out of this.”

“Me too—” Mona nodded, and was about to finish her initial thought until she caught something from the corner of her eye. There was a familiar figure walking into the company building that her attention drew to immediately with a smile. “Speaking of…that’s who I’ve been talking to!”

You grit your teeth, prying your eyes away from the coffee cup to look at who Mona mentioned. And just as you expected, it was him. He, who stole your heart once before. He who made you look like a fool in front of your loved ones, alternatively. He, who hated even the thought of seeing you in the same proximity. You felt sick again, but this time you knew it wasn’t from anxiety.

Mona waved him down, and he stopped in his tracks, scoping the scene with darted eyes before he suddenly grew this darker glint. You squeezed your eyes while you looked the other way, pain in your chest. You snapped back to the woman, “Maybe he’s busy? Shouldn’t we leave him alone?”

“Can’t be that busy if he’s here late. Hey! Come over here!” Mona kept swaying her hand back and forth. Oh my god.

He strode over with lax confidence, his entire presence demanding more attention than what you got entering the café. The atmosphere lingers with arrogant charm, you desperately wanted to keep looking away. Yet your gaze remained in pieces.

“Tell Lumine she’s overreacting,” He considered his greeting, completely overlooking you in entirety. Mona was entirely oblivious to the tension at the table that was so obviously thick that it could wrap around you like a blanket to combat against wintery chill. “I don’t have any more patience to deal with her bitch fits just because things aren’t going her way.”

“Hello, good morning to you too, Kuni. I’m glad you’re doing very well..” Mona’s eyes narrowed. “This is (Y/N), they’re a baker for Sweet Melody! Have you been there? I think they have two buildings and—”

He glanced at you again, you avoiding eye contact like the plague at this point. He seemed to be taking you in for the first time since approaching. “Don’t you know how to bake?” He asked. “Stop throwing money around to random people just because you’re too lazy to do it yourself.”

Mona looked in between the two, a little more sentient of the tension after hearing that. She pursed her lips, “Alright, you don’t need to scare them, okay? Just go to whatever you were going to do. Don’t you have a conference?”

“Feels like an obligation to something tedious, really.” He added, a certain roughness in his tone that made your stomach twist further. “As tedious as befriending mice who don’t know when to leave you alone.”

And with that, he left. You wanted to scream, to say something that you shouldn’t have, to make an excuse to leave before he did, but all you could do is smile as his back was turned. The wound wasn’t healed, and he just cut back into it and poured a gallon of salt into it.

Mona sighed quietly. “I’m sorry about him. He’s been dealing with a lot recently, pretty sure his mom is giving him a hard time again.” Her eyes wandered to him as he entered the elevator further up. “Are you okay? That was really intense.”

“Yeah..!” You chirped. “I’m fine! It’s all okay, everyone has something they’re going through.”

“I just hope it doesn’t get worse. He works really hard these days.” Mona clasped her hands together, trying to ebb off the concern and the confusion she felt at Kuni’s mention of mice. “Anyway! Interested in a free reading? It can be whatever you want!”

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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