Requested by WilliamsSistersRead

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(OOOOOOOH SHIT THIS IS GONNA BE FUN =D Btw I caved again and made a BATIM oneshots book FUCKING END ME XD)

                                                     Third Person POV

     "Bye mama! I'll see you later!" a young, teacup(SUE ME I LOVE TEACUPS) girl shouted as she waved goodbye to her mother, dashing out the door. Christmas break was finally here, which meant no school, no stress, and best of all, SNOW WARS WITH FRIENDS! (I think... I LIVE WITH FIRE NOT SNOW *Cries*) She giggled as she sprinted to visit her two best friends, Cuphead and Mugman. They had already finished school a week ago and were just waiting for her to finish, and she was really excited to tell them. She skidded to a stop in front of their house and knocked on the door in her signature style, three knocks, a pause, then two more knocks. She was smiling from ear to ear as she heard the door being unlocked, expecting one of the boys to answer, so she was confused to see Elder Kettle at the door.

      "Ah, hello there! I assume you're here to see the boys, aren't you?" he asked, smiling softly.

      "Yes I am sir! Are they home?" she asked, trying to look around him to see if they were in the living room listening to records.

      "They are, but Mugman is sick, so-" Elder Kettle started, but he never got a chance to finish as the young teacup bolted past him to Cup and Mug's room, knocking on their door. This time, Cuphead was the one to answer, yawning.

      "Hey. Mug's sick, he's not gonna be able to play today," he informed the teacup sadly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

      "Can I see him please?" She asked, messing with her skirt. Cuphead nodded and stepped out of the doorway, letting her step inside their room. Mugman was laying in his bed, almost completely asleep. There was a trashcan overflowing with tissues next to him, an ice pack on his head, and an untouched plate of food next to him.

      "He's got a pretty nasty stomach flu, he can only drink water without getting sick for now," Cuphead explained, closing the door to their room. The young girl walked over and sat next to Mugman, cupping his cheek in one of her hands.

      "I can help you take care of him if you want," she offered, not taking her eyes off of Mugman. Cuphead smiled slightly, getting an idea. He knew the two have been crushing on each other for a long time, but he couldn't say anything because they both made him promise not to speak about it unless they were alone. So this was the perfect opportunity, since Mugman didn't have as big a thinking department with what he says when he's sick.

      "Sure! I have to go run some errands for Elder Kettle anyway, just make sure he's comfortable until I wake up," Cuphead agreed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. The young girl started to get to work, while making sure not to accidentally wake up Mugman in the process. She adjusted his pillow, took his temperature, changed his ice pack, and even made a small bowl of soup for him if he had an appetite when he woke up. As she set down the bowl of soup on the small nightstand next to the boys' beds, she heard movement to her left. She turned her head and saw Mugman just woke up, rubbing his eyes.

      "Morning sleepyhead. You feeling any better?" she asked, kneeling next to the bed so she's eye level with him.

       "I feel like garbage, thanks for asking," he answered, laying back down as soon as he sit up, his stomach tying itself in painful knots.

       "You haven't taken any medicine have you?" she asked, shaking her head. Mugman remained silent, before shaking his head.

      "Damnit Mugs, you need to take it to help yourself get better!" she scolded, standing up.

      "I know, but it's nasty!" he whined, pouting childishly. The teacup rolled her eyes and left the room to get the medicine, returning to the room in two minutes.

       "You're taking it, no ifs ands or buts about it, understood?" she stated firmly, sitting next to him on the bed. He sighed and sat up reluctantly, shaking his head.

      "Fine, you owe me after this," he whined, pouting slightly.

      "Whatever makes you take it," she sighed, pouring the medicine into the small plastic container and handing it to Mugman. He took it from her and begrudgingly took the medicine, trying hard to keep himself from gagging at the awful taste. Once he finished, he handed the cap back and the teacup screwed it back onto the medicine container.

      "Now was that so bad?" she asked, smiling softly.

       "Yes," Mug answered, crossing his arms and pouting. She giggled and rolled her eyes, smiling brightly.

      "You're a dork Mugs," she responded, a small blush forming on Mug's face. Mug smiled, and in his daze from being sick, pulled her close, nuzzling her.

      "And you're perfect~" he complimented, hugging her close and kissing her cheek. Her face grew a deep and vivid red, unable to comprehend what just happened.

      The two never heard the end of it thanks to Cuphead spying through the door.

(Word Count: 862)

(NOW GO CHECK OUT MY BENDEH BOOK PLZ I NEED REQUESTS FO DAT XD)