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

Delusion

3rd person pov:
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"Hmm..." Scaramouche puffed his cheek in frustration. Does this burny girl know anything? Lord Barbatos, when will she shut it. She's been babbling for the past five minutes about what happened... "but yeah, that's why your here! I was looking after you to make sure you were OK, you know, making sure you were still breathing and stuff ehe..." Amber chuckled nervously, scratching her cheek with one finger. "Ok, I'm fine! I understand what the situation is!" Scaramouche yelled in agervation. "Lord Barbatos, you don't know how to shut it, do you!?" Scaramouche began to climb off the bed, clutching his stomach. "I'm... fine... and you need to learn when to shut the hell up!!" He started to hastily walk put of the room, his stomachfeeling bubbly. "Hey, wait! You should rest, what if-"
"I'm going to my room to rest! Just... STUT IT!" He yelled in agervation.
(Note: when I'm writing this I'm not implying that I hate amber by Scaramouche being rude, it just goes with the story^^ I love amber so)

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"Ugh...!" Scaramouche slammed his door and rushed to his bed, collapsing on his knees. He used the bed for support, slowly grabbing it and making his way across his room. "Ow ow ow..." frustration bubbled inside him. DARN IT!
"I knew... I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL WITH THE DELUSIONS!!" He rushed closer to his window, and opened it. Darn it darn it DARN IT!!
He flopped over the window, breathing heavily. His forhead ran cold as the midnight wind blew through his hair and against his hot face, the sweat droplets turning into ice. He was panting, groaning in pain. He whimpered. "Mhmhmhmm... I knew I shouldn't have given you that delusion so fast, (y/n)..."

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After sitting near the window and clinching his stomach in pain, Scaramouche had finally made it to his bed. He was lying down on soft, cold pillows and fluffy blankets. The pillows were a plain, dark purple that almost matched Scaramouches hair. The pillows were a lighter shade, especially in the moonlight. Hmm... I think I should move my pillow closer to the window... but... what it the pain comes back... after lying down for a second and debating on weather He should move the pillow or not, he decided he would. Scaramouche slowly got up, placing his hand lightly on his stomach, and crawled across his bed to the other side of the bed, and placed his pillow down. He collapsed on it immediately, breathing in the cool night air as it hit his face. He sighed.
"Ugh... what it take to make you stop liking me so much, (y/n)..."
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And with that, he drifted off into a bad dream.