Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

Soup and cuddles

Tissues everywhere. A sore throat, cough, throbbing headache, you were sick.

"I told you to keep them out of trouble! Why did I think you would actually listen to me!?"

You heard a muffled voice outside of your bedroom... no, two..?

"What was I supposed to do, magically stop the rain?" Scaramouche retorted back at Aether.

Aether clicked his tongue in response, "just take care of them, you can do something as simple as that, can't you?"

Scaramouche pursed his lips, and folded his arms over his chest. "And why should I?" He narrowed his eyes.

Aether was about to say something back, but the sound of the door creaking open alerted the pair.

"The hells going on?" You croaked out groggily, rubbing your eyes.

Aether turned to you and flashed an obvious fake smile. "Morning! I'm busy, so Scaramouche here is going to take care of you. Kay, bye!" He spoke quickly, rushing out before Scaramouche could protest.

"..I don't need a babysitter." You said, followed by a choked cough, causing Scaramouche to quirk a brow.

"..just go lie down" he said, monotonously.

you complied and lay on your bed, shutting the door before you did so. Your body and eyelids felt heavy, and soon slumber engulfed you with open arms.

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Scaramouche called your name out, but he failed to receive a response. It seems like you were in a deep sleep, and he took some time to study your features. Mouth slightly agape, and furrowed eyebrows, you sure looked a little uncomfortable with this sickness. As he was spaced out, he absentmindedly tipped the hot bowl in his hands over, causing some of the the contents to drip onto your skin.

You jolted up upon feeling the burning sensation, looking distraught. But you relaxed when the scent of a pleasant aroma fill your senses.

Scaramouche filled some of the spoon with the soup, brought it up to his lips and took some of it into his mouth. He deemed it too hot for you, and gently blew on the spoon filled with soup. Afterwards, he held it out to you. Initially, he was expecting you to take it from his hand, but was surprised when you leaned forward and took the head of the spoon from within his hand into your mouth.

"I'm sure you're capable of eating yourself. Let's recall your earlier words, shall we? 'I don't need a babysitter'" he mocked, looking at you with a sly smirk.

You tensed upon hearing his words, feeling a little embarrassed.

You feigned a couple of coughs sarcastically, and he in response rolled his eyes. He continued to feed you the warm vegetable soup, waiting patiently for you to swallow before filling the spoon up for you again.

"Your cooking is really good.. even a simple soup is quite delicious" you said before taking the spoon into your mouth once more.

"..it's nothing. Just hurry up and finish." His gentle tone of voice betrayed his stern words.

You eventually finished the warm vegetable soup, and Scaramouche cleaned up after you.

You couldn't deny how the way he was caring after you was making you feel all warm inside. In fact, you didn't want him to go. Watching him open the door to exit the room made a pit form in your stomach.

"W-wait-" you croaked out on impulse. He turned around and furrowed his brows.

"What?" He said, quite coldly, making you regret calling out to him. You simply froze, not knowing what to say. His lips curled into a smug smile, and he carefully sat on the edge of your bed.