•|Tsundere Scaramouche x Fem reader cuddles, stress relief, sleep-aid hopefully☆

Stressful Day

       Of all the times in the world to get a headache, why did it have to be now? Your head was throbbing, your stomach hurt, and you were hungry, but you were in to much pain to go get food for yourself. Maybe I should just starve... I deserve it, anyway. You thought. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but it didn't work. You tossed and turned, stomach churning from not eating... or from guilt. Why did today have have be a bad day?? Today was supost to be a good day. You woke up in a good mood, went to the store in a good mood, and even had some time with your best friend. But then... tables turned. Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by a small click from the other side of your bedroom.

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"Mhnnn..." You groaned, rolling over to your side. You turned away from the wall you were facing and looked over at your door. Of all the times for someone to come into your room for something... you thought. Yoy saw who was standing at your door. It was the one and only, Scaramouche. You hugged your body pillow tightly. "Yes, Scaramouche? What is it this time?" You muffled into the pillow, looking up and taking a quick glance at Scaramouche, your pain getting worse. Scaramouche was wearing a oversized black T-shirt and his usual shorts. He was also barefoot.

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He didn't respond yo your question. He simply closed the door with one foot, since his hands were occupied, and walked over to you. He had a plate in one hand and a drink in the other. The drink was in a rather small cup, but it's smell of everything he brought said,  looks can be deceiving. He also had something in his mouth. He sat down on the bed, placed the cup down on a nearby table, and held the plate out to you. "So what happned?" He said blandly, chewing on a small strawberry. He popped a piece of fruit into your mouth and pulled you up without warning, making your head throb harder. "I brought you stuff so you gotta tell me."

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Flashback
"Aha, no I really do like him!" Your friend, Rose chirpped. You and Rose were at a small Cafe. You two were eating cookies and drinking coffee together. Having a normal time, like how you two did every Sunday. "Mhm, I can tell..." You mumbled, focused on the two cookies that were in front of you. One cookie had bigger chocolate chips in its soft, loamy crust, but the other had multable small chips. Oh the pain. How could you choose? Rose quickly waved a hand in your face. "Hey!" She pouted. You snapped your head up, picking the cookie that had smaller chips. She looked at you and frowned. "And you know what he also did?" She asked in a whisper. You leaned into the chair, lowering your head to flow with the sudden change of  mood. "What-" you whispered. She placed her hands in front of her and folded them. "He asked me if I could introduce him to Bellea." Your face dropped for a second. Bellea. The name ringged in your head like metal clashing on metal. Why was she still friends with her?

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You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. All Bellea had ever done to Rose was be toxic and take away everything she enjoyed in life. She had taken away her boyfriend, two times, spread rumors about her, and even took away her most precious necklace her mother had given her... "hmm... Do you, by any chance still hang... out with Bellea?" You asked with caution. Bellea was not someone you wanted to hang around Rose with. Rose was a clever, smart, caring and trusting girl. So why would this new boy that she had just met want to see Bellea? Your head was swarming with a thousand thoughts. You took a sip of your coffee and sighed quietly. Rose looked at you and puffed. "What do you mean by that? Bellea is kind and smart, of course I wanna introduce her to him! He even told me that he's into me and wants to see me more!" She fumed. You leaned back in your chair slightly. What...? Rose stood up and began to walk away. You looked up with shock. "W-what? Rose, w-where-" She looked back at you."Don't talk to me. You already told horrible things to Bellea, and I'm not gonna let you do that to me to." She spat. Why was she being so... quiet about the subject?

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Scaramouche looked at you confused. "Um... Excuse me?" He said blankly. You sighed and stuffed your face into the soft, fluffy body pillow. "Uh no." He said with a disgusted look, eyeing the pillow. "Y-yeah, I know... but here's the thing- I didn't say anything bad about Be-" Your sentence was cut off by Scaramouche slapping the pillow, startling you. He placed a hand on your head, and pushed it down into the pillow. "Shut it. Why are you using that pillow?" He asked. You stopped hugging the pillow and grabbed Scaramouche's hand, pushing it away. "W-wha-" He pushed your face into the pillow... again. "Ahh~ I never asked about the karen. I'm asking about the pillow." He whispered, yanking it away and throwing it across the room. You heard a crash. You quickly sat up, it had felt like someone poured cold water on you. You were shocked. You looked to see what the pillow crashed into, but your vision turned black. Your face was met with a warm impact.

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Suddenly, you were back on your side, tucked into something warm and cozy. You felt long fingers curl and twist around in your hair. You looked up and saw Scaramouche, who was looking down at you with a slight shimmer in his beautiful, blueish-purple eyes. "Why do you have to use a pillow... when I'm right here...?" He flushed. He pulled a fluffy blanket over you two and wrapped an arm around your waist. 'He's so warm...' you thought, hoping you weren't blushing. "Huh?" You looked up at Scaramouche with coriousity. He avoided your eyes. Was there a slight tint of pink on his cheeks? He looked down at you for one second and already tucked your head tighter into his chest. "Mhmph...! Scaramouche!" You mumbled. "Shh... stop that." He said. You stopped squirming and gave up. Your head still hurt from everything that had happened to you today. Suddenly, you felt his fingers playing with your hair, again. But it felt more... calming. Your headache was getting lighter by his soft touch.

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"Just... breath." He murmured, cuddling up to you and nuzzling closer. You looked up at him, slowly this time so he would knew that you weren't trying to 'escape' his grasp. He looked... tired. He had small, black circles under his eyes and was breathing slowly. You slowed your breathing to match his, and wrapped your arms around him. He stiffened a bit at the sudden contact, but didn't open his eyes. "Sleep it off... I'll stay here with you..." he said, tiredly. He yawned and pulled you closer. "Or keep talking. Whichever makes worry less."

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You slowly blinked at him in... shock. Not only was Scaramouche cuddling into you, but he was also pulling you closer every second. You sighed and nuzzle into his chest. "Mhm... I think I'll sleep it off. I... do have a slight headache..." You pouted into his chest. "Mmm..." he responded, softly playing with your hair. You pulled him closer. "T-thanks, by the way..." you said. "Thanks for what?" Scaramouche yawned. "For taking the time to comfort me..." and with that, you and Scaramouche drifted off into a peaceful sleep, safe and warm in his arms.

Hey! Jiji here, just wanted to know if there should be a pt 2 soon! I hope u guys get some sleep tonight, I tried to be helpful! Anyway, who should I do next?