you and Scaramouche were dating for almost like.. five years or so? and he was very needy for your kisses, even if his kisses were the best.

both stood in the queue for the cool rollercoaster just for fun and it was in the middle of june, absolutely sweaty.

while you were holding a fan and refreshing yourself, scaramouche was holding you with his arms around your waist, chin on shoulder, eyes closed and enjoying the little wind the fan was giving them both.

scaramouche got a bit clingy, you felt his arms tighten and his lips barely grazing your ear.

“you knoww, the world will be destroyed if you don’t kiss me.”

he whispered, spinning you so you could face him.