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

Bad Dreams

3rd person
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"Mhn... g-ghak!" Scaramouche whined in his sleep, clenching his stomach. Tears began to form around his eyes, damping the hair that covered his eyes. "N-no no... h... haha..." he smirked, laughing in his sleep. "Hahah.... HAHA-GHAK!" He whined in pain, crying even more. "(Y-Y/N), GHAK!"
Hot tears streamed down his eyes like shower droplets and made his pillow cold.

(Y/N)'s pov
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"Ah!" You slipped on the concrete, a bottle of medicine slipping from your hands. You were clutching it tightly, but now you weren't. You growled in annoyance. You clapped your hands together as you got up from the stone pavement and brushed yourself off, making sure no dust or dirt was on you. You ran a good two steps and picked up the medicine. You began to fast walk, again, to you and Scaramouches apartment, cursing under your breath. Your hands were shaking, scared for Scaramouches health. "Please, please be ok..."

Flashback
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"Y-yeah..." Ambers side of the phone was silent. She was pacing back and forth in (Y/N)'s room, hoping that she hadn't upset Scaramouche. After the long pause, you finally spoke. "Ok, I'm on my way back right now. Will you be ok?" You asked, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Yes, you don't have to worry about me! But, it was kinda my fault ehe... I shouldn't have scared him first thing when he woke up. But, like I said... something is wrong with his stomach. I'm not sure what it is, but it seemed serious. Be sure to pick up medicine for that to..."
"Haha, ok I will, your the best, Amber. And don't worry about the fact that he yelled at you. He was just agervated. He's like that sometimes." You heard Amber sigh in relieve over the phone. "Ok, I'm hoping thats true! I think I should go now, I'm hungry... but you come back ASAP! Oh yeah, you should find him in his room."

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You closed the door hesitantly after you came in. You began to panic. "Scaramouche Scaramouche, gotta find Scaramouche..." You began to make your way to his room walking fast, a leap in your each step. You opened his door and looked around. "Scaramouche...?" You whispered. You took your hand off the door nob and let yourself in. You pressed your foot against the door and shut it , very lightly. "Scaramouchee..." You whispered again. You tiptoed through his room, being mindful not to bump into anything. After searching in the dark for a bit, you bumped into something and gasped. ...oh. you reached and plucked a small, metal rope, turning on a small, purple lighted lamp to light up his room a bit. It was dim, but you could see mu h better. And it wouldn't wake up Scaramouche either.
"Ha... ah-a- n... no, please, s... top!!"

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