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

Long memories

Scaramouches pov:
(Stilllol)

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I looked down at the paper on my table, staring intensely at the tip of my pencil. I heaved a sigh, a headache building up inside the center of my forhead. The spot right above my nose.

Note : Small Delusion- Success
Note : Solid, takes shape of vision- Success
Note : Can be like medicine. Edible. Small. - Success
Note : Didn't work.
Note : Side affects? Stomach pain. Bad Dreams. Aggervation and aggressive behavior.

Notebook. Pg.1

The Fatui really are... stupid. Sometimes. I told them to make sure that the delusions were delivered to our 'special' client. But what happened? No one knows. They just, 'magically disappeared'. Idiots. Surely malady Tsaritsa doesn't believe that they just disappeared? Whatever. It's her loss. Not mine. Although I did work hard to make those... there all idiots... like that ginger. And I needed that Mora not only for the Delusions and there powers, but also so I could make more of them. And, we possibly lost our client... If the deal just went through smoothly, then maybe, just maybe my project wouldn't have caused me so much pain to myself and (Y/N). That day I brought fruit to her, she seemed stressed... it obviously didn't work like how it was supposed to. But she seems more normal now... I guess. But for me... I can still feel the headache that I had about a week ago. I've been taking too much medicine... too much. Maybe that's why my stomachs acting worse, hurting like... well pain. Is this what women feel on there time of month? I feel bad for them... especially (Y/N). Maybe it was the overdose and not the Delusion. Either way, I have to get this project to work, if I don't-

Notebook. Pg.2

Then (Y/N) will be in even more-
*knock knock*
I jumped, closing my Notebook and throwing it across the room. It hit the wall with a *woosh* then a *bam* noise.
*sigh* I'm such a child.
"Hey, Scaramouche? You in there? I heard a noise..." I heard an annoying voice call.
"Ugh... goddammit..." I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose and tilting my head back. "What do you want, Amber?" I asked, hoping she would hear the tone in my voice and leave me alone.
"O-oh, well you see we have school and-"

"I'm aware."

"Well y-yes I'm sure you are, your super-duper smart, but are you going to school?"

"No. Now go away. Go to school or something. I'm busy."

Why is she bothering me, anyway? She sounds busy. Like she was about to head to school herself-

"Oh-oh ok, you see I was just about to go to school myself and I-"

Called it.

"Look, just go. I said I'm busy."

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I picked myself up, crawling onto my bed and covering myself in blankets. "Do you need anything? I can tell your annoyed, uhm... do you want some medicine? Do you have a headache? Or are you just-"
"Yes, your the reason why I'm so annoyed. Now get away from my door." I pulled the covers above me and placed two pillows against either of my ears. Tsaritsa, she's a chatterbox... I groaned.
It hasn't even been thirty minutes since I woke up, and the days already began slow... this is going to be a long day...

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Childes pov:

"Hmhmmmhm...~" I stepped on the gas a little harder, passing through a red light. "Oops." I opened my window, the cool morning breeze fanning against my face. I took off my sunglasses and sighed with a smile. "Mhmm... I wish my cute girlie would forget school more often..." Childe smiled.

The thought of (Y/N) being his made him feel... special.
His goal was to rule the world, but when it came to (Y/N)...

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He feels like that's the missing piece he needs to accomplish it.

LAMOOO IDK WHAT THIS IS
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BUT KEEP IT GOING
also idk why the format changed a bit up there for childes anywho what do u thinks gonna happen? 🤔bet u can't get it right
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