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alexa-fika · 11 months ago

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Picky eaters, Tricky givers( Mihawk x gn!sick!child!reader)

A/N: Here is to the anon that requested a sick scenario with mihawk, but my brain farted massively and wasn’t able to understand the request, maybe I ‘ll have something in a bit for you to make up for it 👀 Yall did I or did I not COOK WITH THAT TITLE IM SO SMART AND COOL AND HYPE

I hope you get well soon anon : ( and thank you for your kind words!

Dividers by @/saradika

Mihawk enters his child’s room, ready to awaken them from their long slumber

“Reader, it is now noon; you should not be in bed at this time.”

A groan is all he receives as sniffles escape the bundle of blankets

Mihawk sighs and shakes his head as he starts pulling the mountain of blankets that laid on the bed.

“No matter how often I try, you are so difficult to awake...Come now; it is time to get up.” He said pulling the covers all the way

They groan at the loss of heat, sweat covering their body and face red, heavy breaths leaving the child

Mihawk sharp eyes were quick to notice the sweat covering the child’s body and his flushed red skin.

“You’re ill...” the swordsman states

“Im not…” they mumble, squeezing their eyes tighter before slightly opening them, eyes dazed

The child’s voice was barely audible to Mihawk; having to slightly lean closer to properly make out what they were saying.

Mihawk’s eyes furrow upon hearing his child’s reply and seeing their hazy and dazed eyes.

Even though they tried to deny being sick, it was clear that something was awry.

“That is highly unlikely given your current state,” Mihawk said, glancing at the small child, putting his hand over their forehead gingerly

“Im okay, look, im okay,” they drawled, pulling themselves up

Mihawk’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched his child attempt to get up, Sighing as he put biscuits hands on their shoulders to push them back into the bed

“Lay Down”

“You are clearly unwell; I can see your body temperature rising, and you are drenched in sweat... You are clearly unwell... Do not oppose me on this... I will not allow you to leave your bed until you are in full health,” Mihawk spoke sternly yet calmly.

The navy warlord’s eyes were fixated on his child as if trying to gauge the severity of their health.

“Is this regarding the medicine?”

They pout but don’t respond

Mihawk sighed

“I know you hate the medicine... But you must take it for your own good... ,” Mihawk told them carresing their head

“I don’t need it. Im not sick.”

Mihawk’s gentle caress comes to an abrupt pause when he hears his child’s words. He was clearly annoyed with the denial of the child’s sickness.

However, the child’s feverish responses were not matching with their words.

The child’s temperature was still rising, and they were getting increasingly sweaty.

“You need to hydrate yourself; you have lost too much water overnight, and the medicine.”

“It’s yucky.”

Mihawk lets out a light chuckle as he hears his child speak.

He continues to stroke the child’s hair as he replies, clearly amused by what they have to say.

“You can’t avoid things just because they are distasteful; you must accept things whether they are unpleasant or not... So drink the medicine; it will only take a few seconds.”

Mihawk sighed as they just shook their head, realizing this was not going to get him anywhere; only the same loop would repeat if he were to continue this approach.

“I will let the medicine be postponed for later in the day, but you must consume liquids in the meantime.”

They nod, happy with this development

“Apple juice!”

His child was, at times very stubborn about a lot of things, however their desires were quite simple.

“Very well,” he said, leaving them room and shortly returning with said drink.

Mihawk gently tilts his child’s head back, holding the cup filled with juice above their lips.

“Here, thread carefully, as I do not want you to choke,” Mihawk says with a soft but firm voice.

He awaits for the child to follow his orders.

They smiled, taking quickly, drinking the juice until they realized what they were drinking was not juice at all but the medicine that their father had strategically placed behind the juice, a straw in the cup of medicine rather than the juice.

They scrunch their eyes, moving backwards to spit the liquid out, stopped by their father's hand followed by his gentle touch trailing down his throat, stimulating their swallowing mechanism.

Mihawk chuckles as he watches the child realize that the “juice” was actually the medicine he’d been trying to give them.

Clearly, his methods of trying to get his child to consume the medicine were more effective than previously thought.

“ Perhaps next time you should just drink it the first time; I will make you drink it one way or the other,” Mihawk smirks.

“Meanie!” They exclaimed, digging themselves into their cocoons of blankets, leaving a chuckling Mihawk out of view

“I will leave your drink on the table. Be sure to stay hydrated, but do nor rush it.”

The only response he received was the child poking their head momentarily to stick their to tongue out at him

“I take it that you do not want the beverage? If that is the case, I will simply take it; I would rather not waste resources if you will not drink them.”

“No!” They exclaimed, shooting up, grabbing the drink, and gulping it down, glaring at their father as they did

I get more worried each time I do this that Mihawk is so oc to the point that it doesn’t resemble Mihawk anymore 🙃 Is this still Mihawk? Of course I have to be kind to myself as Mihawk also Isn’t super paternal, maybe to a teen like Perona but maybe not a toddler 😂, what we thinking?

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stormanbates · 2 years ago

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Turtle Tots: Sick Babies

Splinter knew from the moment he opened his eyes that his sons were sick. The 3 year old, twin 2 year olds and 1 year old were coughing, sneezing and sniffling and crying about being cold, even though they felt very warm to the touch.

And when Splinter tried to look in Blue's throat, the normally compliant tot pushed his arms away and cried that the back of his mouth hurt.

"I know, let me see." Splinter said.

So, Leo complied, opening his mouth wide enough for his dad to have a look.

The turtle's normally pink throat had turned red.

"Sore throats, slight fever, chills, cough, stuffy noses, here it is!" Splinter found the page in one of his baby books he procured when he became a father.

"You all have a cold." He said, closing the book.

"Cowd?" Raph asked.

"Yes, Red, a cold. You kids stay here." Splinter went to his own bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Not good.

The only medicine in there was cold medicine for adults, as instructed on the label, no one under 12 should drink it.

Splinter had a choice to make. Bundle up the kids and take them to the surface, where a pharmacy was 2 blocks away from their main manhole cover, or leave them to avoid crying toddlers bringing attention to the mutants.

It was too risky, but he didn't see someone drop Children's Tylenol down their sewer grate. That was for coins, paper boats and the occasional 2005 cell phone.

"Raphael, listen to me very carefully. I need you to stay here with your brothers."

The red masked turtle nodded. "Okay, why?"

"Daddy needs to go get some medicine to help you boys feel better. You just stay here and watch some tv." Splinter pressed the button on the remote and the projector turned on, replaying the movie the kids were watching the night before: Mulan.

"Okay. When will you be back?" Raph asked.

"Very soon, I'm just going down the street, getting the medicine, and I'll be right back home. It should be back before Mulan defeats the Huns." Splinter said, not wanting to confuse his son with time slots; he was only three.

"Okay!" Raph said, excited. He could watch his brothers while they snuggled in daddy's armchair and watched a movie.

With three baby turtles nestled snuggly with their big brother under a soft blanket, Splinter hurried outside, determined to get home as soon as possible to avoid anything bad happening while away.

He heard on television that children around his' ages being taken away because they were left alone. Sure, it was irresponsible to leave a three year old in charge of 3 kids under three, but Splinter saw no other option: he had no partner to watch them and he couldn't risk them being found out.

He'd only be gone a few minutes.

He raced to the Walgreens, contemplating on running on all fours to go faster, but he decided against it, not wanting to make a scene.

'Stay calm, don't panic!' He told himself.

To the rest of the store occupants, Splinter looked like an average mid-sized man in thick clothes, just shopping around.

A good sign.

Splinter followed the signs that led him to the children's medicine.

'Whoa! There's so many options!'

Colds, fever, colds and fever, teething, upset stomach, saline drops, acid reflux relief, etc.

'Kids can get these?' He thought. He cursed himself for being so unprepared.

'One problem at a time.' He thought as he picked up a box containing the cure to his sons' ailment.

The box said it helps stabilize the symptoms of colds and flu.

But he had another problem. Flavors.

When he watched sitcoms, whenever the child in the show got sick, they refused to take medicine because of how yucky it was. And Splinter remembered that in his own childhood, he hated taking medicine, no matter how sick he felt.

Now he knew how the adults in his life felt.

There were Cherry, Grape, Strawberry and Bubblegum.

"Can I help you, sir?" A voice made Splinter jump.

He turned and saw a young woman wearing the store's uniform.

Splinter didn't know what to say, so he decided to keep things as vague as possible to avoid suspicion.

"My toddlers have a cold. What would you recommend?"

She bought it.

"Ah, I would recommend this." The women, who Splinter saw from her nametag was named Ashleigh, grabbed a box from the shelf: Cherry flavored Children's Tylenol. "I buy this for my little girl all the time. Can't get enough. Should I bring these up to the counter for you?"

"Yes." Splinter said, before deciding to be prepared for the next bout of sickness. "I'll take two."

"And I'm not usually a person who gives advice, but I would also recommend a bulb syringe, just to get snot out of their nose."

"I'll take it!" Splinter said, not because he was interested, but because he wanted her to leave him with his thought to avoid being seen.

"Very well, sir." She turned and walked away with his items.

So far, so good.

Splinter stood in line, feeling nervous. The clock behind the counter told him he had already been gone too long and he had to get home.

He forced himself to relax, and his eyes wandered. That's when he saw it.

Candy!

There was a sale on old Halloween candy for a steal: 75% off! What a deal! The boys would be happy.

Grabbing a bag of assorted mini chocolate bars and bags of sour candies, Splinter finally got the clerk that helped him earlier.

"Two boxes of Children's Tylenol, a bulb syringe and bag of sweets, that will be 17. 49." Ashleigh said.

Splinter slammed a 20 dollar bill on the counter. "Keep the change, you've been a big help."

Truth be told, he didn't want to wait for this young lady to count out his change: he HAD to get home.

"Have a nice day, sir."

"Ditto." Splinter called as he took his bag and practically ran out the door.

He got home in record time.

And not a minute sooner.

"Daddy! Mikey stinky!" Leo yelled.

Splinter went to the tv room to see Raphael and Donatello watching Mulan, and Leonardo trying to keep Michaelangelo from touching his precious comic book, which was laid on the floor. Mikey was fussing, and from the stench coming from him, Splinter knew why.

"Come here, you little stinker." Splinter scooped up his youngest, relieved that nothing went wrong while he was out.

After changing the diaper, where Mikey whined from the cold wipes combined with his sick state, Splinter got the medicine from his bag and opened the box to take out the bottle of dark red liquid.

Using his tail to grab a spoon, he ordered his sons to line up.

"Open wide, Red." Splinter tilted the spoon towards his son's mouth, waiting for the grimacing.

"Yeck!" Raph retched. "What is that?"

"It will help you feel better. It's medicine." He turned to the second oldest. "Your turn, Blue."

The blue masked turtle slapped his hands over his mouth to avoid the medicine. He saw Raph's reaction and wanted nothing to do with it.

"Come on, open wide!" Splinter said, trying to coax the toddler to take his medication.

Again, Blue wouldn't budge.

Then Splinter had an idea.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to take it myself..." he turned the spoon towards his own mouth, which made the blue turtle go "nuh uh! Mine!"

When Blue took the spoon in his mouth, he still gagged.

'Works every time.' Splinter chuckled as he refilled the spoon.

Donnie sniffled and coughed, so he barely noticed the taste of the liquid. At least he was cooperative when he was sick, Splinter took that note.

And now was Mikey...

Trying to get the orange turtle to take anything on a spoon was a task and a half and Splinter almost gave up, but he thought of something.

When Mikey was trying mashed carrots for the first time, Splinter read from his baby books about "play feeding". He decided to see if that would work.

"Here comes the airplane! Rewwwwr!" Splinter waved the spoon and soon, Mikey's attention was grabbed and he opened his mouth gladly for the spoon.

He immediately regretted it and almost spit it out.

"Good boys. Now for dessert." Splinter held up the bag of candy.

The boys' eyes lit up!

Normally, Splinter would never let them eat candy before meals, but he decided to let it slide since they felt so icky from their cold.

He soon regretted it when 4 boys were bouncing off the ceiling in their bedroom while Splinter was making soup for their cold.

As he chopped various vegetables and poured them into the simmering pot of broth, he could hear the screeching and cheerful yelling as the boys played.

"I guess the Tylenol worked." He said to himself as he sprinkled parsley into the pot. He'd have to stock up on this stuff if it instantly cured his sons.

Soon, the noise stopped and the rat-man knew that meant trouble.

Silence is golden, unless you have 4 toddlers.

Turning the stove low to avoid burning, he rushed to the bedroom that the boys shared and was baffled at the sight.

As if by magic, all four had just plopped into a big pile in the middle of the floor and were fast asleep.

Reading the medicine's side effects, he chuckled at the words.

"May cause drowsiness. Ha! You think?"

No matter, the soup still needed time to cook, so the boys could have a peaceful nap followed by a delicious meal.

Splinter gently put his sons in their cribs (yes, cribs, they were still babies to him), and turned out the light.

Finally, a moment of peace.

Until...

"*Cough* *cough*"

"*sniff*"

"Achoo!"

"Waaaaaahhhh!"

Splinter sighed and got up to heat up the soup.

"That was nice while it lasted. Here we go, again." He entered the room to greet his sickly children with a smile.

#rottmnt #rottmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #rottmnt splinter #headcanon

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 3 years ago

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one detail i love regarding Mobius is that Klein hates radish

Klein hates radish, so Mobius gives her own radish to Klein and tells Klein to eat it all because it’s good for her health (Klein being an ELF, she’s absolutely kidding, which Klein is fully aware of)

and when Klein chokes it down, Mobius laughs

It’s unclear how many time that’s happened, because Klein’s english formulation implies a routine, but I didn’t check the CN. Mei’s guess is that Mobius also hates radish and uses it as an excuse to get rid of hers, but

Mobius is not forcing Klein to eat it, oh no.

She gave Klein absolute freedom and she holds herself to it.

Klein eats it so Mobius won’t be disappointed. She knows Mobius’s claim that it gives her nutrients she needs is a prank, but she eats it anyway, even if she really hates the taste (probably ends up making funny faces, too), and Mobius laughs

and I don’t think Mobius is mocking her at all

picture this. You’re eating lunch with a friend, or a sibling, maybe a cousin, someone you’re close to who’s maybe a bit younger than you. Neither of you likes… let’s say, radish.

You hear your friend say they hate it, so you snicker and give yours to them, “go on, eat it, it’s good for your health~”

Obviously, it’s a joke, your friend/sibling can give you a taste of your own medicine anytime

But what’d you do if they looked at you in the eye and opened their mouth real wide and shoved the detested food down their throat?

They make a disgusted face but they start to chew. You can’t hold it back. You laugh. That’s hilarious. You’re not mocking them. You aren’t looking down on them and you don’t think they’re stupid— you know they know you’re full of shit on that one.

But you share a bond and they ate both of your vegetables and it surprised you. You know they did it only because it’s you and it made you feel warm—

And so you laughed. Laughter is an expression of joy.

Maybe it becomes a private joke, or it’s a one time thing, it doesn’t matter. It was a petty little prank but it made Mobius happy, it made her laugh in the middle of the apocalypse, so what does choking down a yucky radish matter?

Klein just loves Mobius. And Mobius loves Klein, too.

Because there’s more to this than character dynamics analysis!

“Eat your vegetables because they’re good for you” is something parents tell their children, not just because you need the nutrients to grow, but also because you’ve got to internalize this lesson— sometimes you have to do stuff you don’t like because it’s necessary.

Mobius is Klein’s parent, in a way, and while she isn’t a standard one by any means, she still takes on a teacher/parenting role in her own way. She claims people are thrown to the wolves as soon as they’re born, but it’s not really what she enforces.

Mobius grants freedom to her creations, but she doesn’t refuse aid— despite claiming she wants to see how Gray Serpent will evolve without interfering, he comes back to her lab several times, and someone had to give him those umbrellas. She describes his flesh as corrupted when she picked him up from the destruction pool— and he’s majorly cybernetic in present day— you bet she gave him at least a minimum of help until he was capable of leaving the lab on his own. Even the sim admits she’s proud to hear he found himself in the end…

And most importantly, she tells him he is free, that his freedom is absolute, which he takes very seriously. (Seriously enough for him to dedicate significant energy and resources into figuring out what exactly that means, at least)

Mobius also told Klein this, and she repeats it when Klein asks to help in her experiments— “you are free and you don’t have to do anything the other Klein did”

What Mobius does as a parent to the unusual lives she creates is give them values. “You are free to choose your own life and mustn’t feel held back by expectations of others” is a value, and I’d wager it’s even something Mobius holds close to her heart, given that the society she lives in constantly fights her, whether it’s her experiments or people calling her names behind ber back. Infinite freedom is an ideal and the way she sees it, being free from others is how she’s happiest.

This freedom is a wish for the happiness of her “children”, who are not born within standard society and therefore have a chance not to be constrained by it.

While we have little information on what she told Gray Serpent past the freedom bit, the convo where Klein tells Mei about the radish incident holds another value: Mobius taught Klein that “to get through the hard times, you have to do what you have to”. Klein says she was very impressed by this, even though it later turned out the budget wasn’t that dire, Mobius mostly just wanted to eat some cup noodles.

It was a whim, but Mobius still made a point to turn it into a lesson, not just to Klein, but to Fuxi and Nuwa as well (it’s referenced in a much more somber recollection), and it’s another value that she holds close to her heart. Mobius will stop at nothing to get through hard times, whether they’re the apocalypse, death itself, or radish.

So while, yes! “Eat your vegetables” was a joke, it’s also a value with an underlying meaning that Mobius actually takes seriously. You have to do what’s necessary. And there’s one more layer to this (last one I promise), from the Mobius Lab web event…

Klein, the assistant, used to nag Mobius to eat properly.

#mobius #hi3 #long post #i wonder if the laughter Klein heard #was mixed with some grief as well #‘eat properly!’ is something Mobius is shown to have actually listened to Klein about after her death #she stares at her cup noodles and says the cafeteria must still be open #even if nobody wants to see her there…#the fact that she had radish in her plate at all implies she was following Klein’s plea to take care of what she eats #it’s poetic isn’t it?#honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Hey I’m that one anon from a while back that sent those long ass paragraphs about Lilith and Simeon, remember me? Anyway I know I’m very late to the party, but some of the boys are either getting to much hate or too much love over here (in my opinion) so I made a pros and cons list for all of them, I’m sorry- (I’m warning you now this will be long but I’ll put it in bullet points so it’s a bit easier to read, just read it whenever your mentally ready lol)

Lucifer (I hate this man.)

Pros

He’d help a lot with getting your life together wether that be finding a job, choosing the right college or other shit like that

He’d make sure your working hard and getting everything done, which is both a blessing and a curse tbh

He would be the one to take the most care of you whenever your ill psychically

Cons

He would probably overwork you

Doesnt have much time to spend on you and doesn’t make a effort to find more time unless your getting really sad about it

Probably wouldn’t be the best of help through issues with mental illness (he just doesn’t strike me as that type, feel free to disagree)

His pride would cause some serious problems in relationships :/

Mammon (I love this man.)

Pros

He’s the “if your sad, I’m sad” kind of guy so he does whatever he can to put a smile on your face

Makes his affection towards you known once he’s comfortable enough, mostly through things like hugs and head pats tho

He shows off anything you make, and I mean anything (you gave him a drawing? After showing it to everyone he puts it on the fridge. You wrote something? He reads it to everyone then puts it in his notebook to reread later, I think you get where I’m going with this)

Cons

There would probably be some communication issues due to his tsundere nature and habit of ignoring you when he’s mad

He’d get super mad at you when your trying to help him financially, maybe it’s a ego thing or maybe he’s just tired of hearing it

While his possessiveness is cute at times he’d definitely get way to overbearing if you don’t force him to cool it

Levi (I kin this man.)

Pros

He’d try to set up designated hangout times (like Friday is movie night, Tuesday is for RPGs etc)

Wanna spend time with him but aren’t very into what he’s into? While it will be harder to bond with him because of this I think if you REALLY wanted to hang with him he’d at least try to meet you in the middle (like if you like sports he’ll offer to play wii sports lol)

Insecurities getting you down again? Well never fear, levi is here! He’d find characters with flaws similar to those you see in yourself to prove that they don’t really matter (and since he struggles with insecurity himself he’d know how you feel and be one of the best at helping you through them)

Cons

Even if he makes an effort to meet you in the middle if you have different interests he’d refuse to get into “normie” stuff

He’ll guilt trip you constantly, even if it’s not on purpose (“Oh your hanging out with Asmo today? I get it, of course you’d wanna hang out with somebody cool and perfect like Asmo and not a gross yucky otaku like me”)

You have to initiate almost everything Hugs? You hug first. Handholding? You reach out to him. Confessions? You seriously thought he’d be the one to confess first??

Satan

Pros

Similar to Lucifer he’d be good at helping you get your life together and putting you on the right track

Unlike Lucifer, he’d actively make time for date nights and/or hangouts multiple times a week wether your going out for dinner or reading in front of the fireplace

While he himself might not be best at helping with comfort in the moment, he’d be great to turn to if you needed a long time treatment (you need a therapist? He’s got the best three in your area that you can afford and he found some helpful things you can do in this book)

Cons

As stated previously, he’s not the best with comfort, which can be an issue if you need a friend/partner who can be your biggest source of comfort (I’m not saying he’ll do nothing, it’ll just be kinda awkward ig)

If you vent to him about something he’ll always offer advice and while that can be good, sometimes all you want is someone to listen to you and getting advice can be annoying in the moment

I feel like hanging out with him you’d rarely ever get to talk about pointless things, everything would be serious you know? And while serious and deep conversations are good for bonding, some people (myself included) need to be able to talk about dumb things without having it turn philosophical

Asmo

Pros

He’s the best at boosting your confidence, there’s no competition

He’s more into spontaneous outings (he suddenly got the urge to go shopping, your coming with right?)

You can talk about just about anything with him, no judgment and he’ll never speak a word of it to anyone else if you don’t want him to (although he may brag to his brothers that you told him your secrets)

High emotional IQ

Cons

He has set things of things he’s interested in and his idea of trying the things your into is doing whatever it is for about 5 seconds then deciding it’s not for him

He cares a lot about looks, I don’t mean he’ll hate you or insult you cause he thinks your ugly, I mean he’ll constantly try to do your makeup, hair, and nails and he’ll always say things like “Your hair is a bit messy today, did you brush it? Yes? Well not good enough, let me do it” and “your wearing that out? There’s nothing wrong with it, I just think you’d look a lot cuter in this” and if your anything like me, that’ll get on your nerves a lot

While he’s great with emotional issues, if it’s a problem with anything like school or your job he’ll have no solution to offer, all you’ll get is a “You can do it!” and a good luck kiss

Narcissistic, need I say more?

Beel

Pros

He’s the best person to vent to, no judgment and tons of hugs and comfort food

He’s a mom friend, no explanation needed

Very supportive and always concerned for your health

Your in trouble? Call beel, he’ll help you and make sure your home safe before questioning you and will only lecture you out of love (unlike a certain older brother that will lecture you because “Your tarnishing Diavlo’s reputation by acting out like this. Your an exchange student, you must abide by the rules and behave yourself.”)

Cons

Food is his answer to everything (Sad?Food. Injured? Food. School’s stressful? Food plus a little help studying) and while food can be good for comfort, sometimes you need him to provide more than a snack

He’s the opposite of Satan in the sense that he’ll almost never offer advice when you rant to him, he just assumes getting it all out is help enough and won’t offer much more then a hug and food

Not getting along with one of his brothers? “They can be a handful, but they’re great people once you learn to handle the chaos” yeah he rarely thinks what his brothers did is a big deal so he gives you advice on how to apologize and get past it and he’ll give you food

Belphie (he really does attract the mentally ill people huh-)

Cons

I feel like he’d be good for certain people with social anxiety and people who have issues with always being scared about being a bad person (“you think your a bad person and are becoming more and more toxic by the day? Well your a better person than Lucifer that’s for sure, wether or not your toxic were going to cuddle now get in bed” or “your worried everyone is constantly staring and judging you for everything you do? Well I don’t really care about what your wearing or the way you walk so I doubt they do either, can we go home now?” ((Side note, I experience both of these issues and his uncaring personality would calm me, which is why I think this one of his pros))

He just wouldn’t care about whatever type of life style you lead and as someone who’s constantly scared of being judged for their lifestyle this would be amazing (“you sleep all the time? Same let’s nap together” “You don’t eat very healthy? Whatever, it’s fine, can we sleep now?” ((although it is a double edged sword))

He gets a burst of energy and just does the most random things (you see that tree? He’s already climbed half way up it. That petting zoo? He’s already feeding the lambs. That store? He’s already spent 30 grim)

Cons

Just like his twin he thinks every problem has one solution, but instead of food he thinks the solution is sleep (your sick? Sleep is the best medicine. A lot of homework? If you sleep you don’t have to think about it.)

At some point he just doesn’t care enough, if you come to him with a serious issue he’ll half listen to you rant then pull you down to sleep

He teases you a lot, which is fine teasing is fun, but he takes it too far. Maybe he touched on something your insecure about or he was too merciless, whatever it was, he won’t apologize for it, he just thinks your being sensitive. If he brought up some bad memories he’ll consider it, but his way of apologizing is cuddling

He doesn’t wanna do something? You guys aren’t gonna do it. You don’t wanna do something? Too bad, he wants to so your gonna.

I’m sorry this is so long- I tried to shorten it I swear- but anyway if you disagree I’m with anything, I wanna hear what you think

And even tho Beel doesn’t get much screen time and more serious moments, I think his character is way more then hunger

Random but I wanna add that other then Levi I kin Tamaki from mha and Ranpo from bsd

Dude do you just like torturing poor college students? This is so much to read, I’m about to cry 😭

I agree with the Lucifer part actually! Tho I do kinda thing he’s be good emotion support in some ways, for me, anyway. I feel like he may lack empathy that is needed in a stable relationship. Yes, he may be able to tell you with shit and honestly, he’d book my doctors appointments when I’m too anxious too so yknow. But yeah

Also agree with mammon. He’s a jackass when he wants to be, and I know he may not mean it, but his words are still hurtful in a lot of ways and he just can’t convey those emotions that’re needed in a loving relationship. But he’s so sweet and will show you off so it’s all good~

As much as I love Levi, I agree. He manipulates and guilt trips you throughout the entire game. It can’t be healthy in relationships but that don’t stop me from loving that sweet otaku boy 😔🖤

I agree with Satan too. I don’t have much to say but he’s avatar of wrath for a reason, for a start, and he honestly looks like he’d prefer talking about books than that funny thing that happened in class that made you laugh earlier

Agreed with Asmo too. Sometimes he may just get overbearing and the narcissism and the constant need to make you look better and improve you may get irritating

I agree with Beel. I don’t think he can comprehend that food isn’t an answer to everything and as a person who doesn’t cope with food and relatively hates it, he won’t be any help to me emotionally. He’s so sweet but he just won’t give you that proper support

I love Belphie so so much but I absolutely agree. He’s one of the most unbothered brothers who won’t care what you look like, yes, but that also means compliments may come rarely and like his twin, “sleep is the answer to everything” I can admit I like to sleep but I have a manic side that comes with insomnia and if he’s dragging me down and not letting me move and I just cannot sleep, I’m gonna get irritated and pissed off.

This got a bit long on my end too. I just really liked how you worded this and it was fun to see pros and cons of the ‘perfect’ brothers

I think Beel is more than food too, but I just don’t particularly like him either way cuz I’m not really a foodie so I can’t relate with him lmao

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forrests-waterfall · 4 years ago

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Hello ! I’d like to request a CG Technoblade and little Tommy 3-5 , if that’s okay! (No pressure to do it :) )

Maybe Tommy is sick and him and tech are home and he wants attention, hes not little at first but he is grumpy and all shouty and being big man Tommy because he’s sick and angry about it but he’s also a bit out of it and can’t do things on his own , Tech just teases him by treating him like a kid and calling him a big baby and saying stuff like “aww is the baby grumpy” giving him head pats not letting him do stuff because ��he’s a grumpy baby” and he needs help to do it n because of this Tommy ends up slipping and asking for “techie” and techno ends up full on looking after him , tucking him in , giving him a sippy , medicine (yuck) , a stuffie maybe, if ur okay w pet names could I suggest little one and piglet

Although please have as much creative liberty (think that’s the right word) with it because I think it’ll be more fun that way!

Anyway thank you so much if you do write this up but if not that’s also totally okay! Have a good week !

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A / N ;; This is so cute!!! I tried to write it according to DSMP!Techno’s house so hopefully this sounds a bit right! (Also sorry if it’s weirdly written, I’m still getting used to writing oneshots again as I took a long break ^^;;. It’s also kinda short so, apologies!! Also author doesn’t know how to write the skipping process pfft. And sorry if this is kind of, yucky bad pfft)

CW ;; Mentions of being sick

Etc ;; Not proof read

Tommy felt awful, to say the least.

He had woken up in a sweat from being over heated, his eyes itched, and his nose was all clogged up. The teen had tried to ignore it and go back into his somewhat peaceful sleep but, it hadn't worked. His mind couldn't help but focus on the new found sickness he had been experiencing.

Acknowledging the fact he couldn't go back to bed, he pushed the remaining covers he had on, onto the floor. He stretched his arms behind his back, more or less stalling him getting out of his comfortable bed. Groaning, he rubbed his right eye and pushed himself up.

Thinking of what to do, he decided on bothering Techno. He wouldn’t admit but Techno made him feel better whenever he was sick or upset. Whether it was by making stupid sarcastic jokes or just a comforting silence, the hybrid always made the teen feel some type of comfort.

Tommy climbed up the latter, with each step a squeaking noise made sure to alert the other person in the house that someone was climbing up or down. That always bothered Tommy, but he didn’t care enough to fix the annoying sound. Or figure out how for that matter.

Once to the level he wanted, the teen hopped off the wooden structure and onto the floor.

Techno looked up as the other’s shoes made a sound against the floorboards. “Hullo” The hybrid greeted the other, then continued on working with his brewing stand. Tommy let out a quick exhale as a soft laugh at the other’s usual greeting.

“Hey big man” the blonde’s voice obviously sounded exhausted, which was very different from his normal tone. The piglin hybrid noticed but decided not to question it at first. Maybe the other was just tired.

Tommy walked over to the older and looked at the potions he was working on. “Workin on some nerd shit again?” Techno plopped a spider eye into a bit of liquid. “Nerd stuff that you tend to use—which is why I’m making more in the first place- yes” he placed the glass bottle underneath a set of tubes that would put another substance into the mixture.

The teen rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he didn’t really like the feeling of them being by his side all the time.

Silence went over the two, Techno focusing on his potions and Tommy watching him. This tended to happen a lot when the two were home alone. Thought it wasn’t always a bad thing, neither really minded the quiet. At least Tommy didn’t sometimes.

The hybrid was still thinking about how calm Tommy was being, or how tired he sounded. It was out of character for the teen. Though maybe he was just overthinking it. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still curious about it.

“You alright? You seem err-tired to say the least” he finally questioned, not sure if he’d get an actual answer or just Tommy yelling about how he was fine. “I’m fine, I’m a-“ at very bad timing, Tommy proceeded to let out a couple coughs into his elbow.

The older stopped messing with the potions and raised an eyebrow. “You seemed to have sold yourself out there-“ “my throat just felt weird!” The teen tried to refute against the hybrid, though didn’t work as he went into a small fit of coughing once more.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very ‘fine’” Techno air quoted with his fingers. “I am!!” The other crossed his arms again, stepping away from Techno.

Tommy huffed as he sat on top of a wooden desk where a couple of old books sat. “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything, T-“ “you thought something!” Techno decided it would be pointless to continue the back and forth.

“You’re being very grumpy for someone that’s okay” The blonde let out a small “Tch” as he looked away from the hybrid.

Techno was and wasn’t one for teasing others, but he saw the opportunity and decided to take it. “You’re being such a grumpy baby, Toms” he stated as he ruffled the teen’s hair. Tommy shook his head after Techno took his hand away.

The blonde felt himself slipping into his headspace at such a short sentence. The nickname that the hybrid used made Tommy feel small, and Techno was somewhat aware of that. Techno knew the other hadn’t regressed in a couple days (to his knowledge) and figured this would help. Especially since Tommy felt sick.

“‘M not!” Tommy argued as he stuck his tongue out at Techno. The hybrid let out a small chuckle, “awww, Is the baby grumpy?” Techno moved some of Tommy’s bangs away from his eyes, he could tell they were bothering the younger.

Tommy, now fully in his headspace let out a small sigh. He stuck his arms out and made grabby hands towards the taller. “Techie” techno smiled at the nickname the little gave him, “you want me to carry you?” Techno could care less if the other was sick, it was just them two. Plus he didn’t get sick much anyway.

The blonde gave a simple nod, with that Techno picked him up and place him on the side of his waist. Tommy laid his head against the hybrid’s shoulder, once Techno knew Tommy was comfortable and safe, he climbed down the latter.

The piglin had to make sure 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 was securely on him with each step, as he didn’t want Tommy to wiggle out and fall.

“Alright piglet, I’m gonna set you on your bed okay? Then I have to leave to get some stuff, but I’ll be right back” Tommy nodded, “okay Techie”

The hybrid placed the younger onto his bed and put the covers over his legs, not knowing if he would be too over heated.

He placed his hand on Tommy’s forehead to see if he was hot, sighing he took his hand away. He was kind of hot but, not too bad.

Techno left to get some stuff from upstairs and came back rather quickly. He balanced a sippy cup, two different drinks, and some red medicine he found in a cabinet.

“Do you want milk or juice, little one?” Tommy pointed at the Apple juice carton as Techno nodded. He put the stuff down and screwed off the cap of the sippy cup, immediately pouring the liquid into tie empty bottle.

He put the lid back on and handed it to Tommy. “Don’t drink that yet, I know you’re going to hate it but you have to take medicine. And I want you to have something to wash it down with” the little pouted, Tommy hated medicine, big or little.

Techno poured the medicine into a small plastic cup that had small markings of measurements on it. When there was enough he put the medicine down and handed the small clear cup to the other. Tommy refused to take it, why would he want to drink something gross?

“Yuck” “I know I know. How about this” Techno began an offer, “if you take this, we can watch whatever movie you want tomorrow while eating snacks you want” Tommy seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded excitedly. He took the medicine and quickly swallowed the nasty substance.

He proceeded to drink his apple juice to get rid of the awful taste that was in his mouth. The medicine Techno had tasted horrible.

“Good job piglet. Thank you for taking the medicine” the hybrid ruffled with Tommy’s hair like earlier, messing it up a bit. Techno did a quick look around of Tommy’s room before asking, “do you know where your stuffie is?”

The little pointed towards a chest he had in the corner of his room, “is in there. Made him his own bed w’th blankets” he smiled, seeming proud of himself. “Well why don’t we take him out for a bit? I’m sure he’ll wanna see you”

Tommy agreed as the other opened the chest and took the black and white cow stuffie out. It was one of Tommy’s favorite stuffies, he fed it, talked to it, and basically did everything with it. So if anything would make Tommy feel better, it’d be this.

Techno handed the stuffie over to the blonde as he took it in his hands and hugged it. “T’ank you!” Techno returned a soft smile, “alright well, I’m going to go back upstairs. Call me if you-“ “noo!” Tommy pouted.

He wanted Techno to stay. The other made him feel better and forget about whatever sickness he picked up. If he left, then Tommy would feel awful if he was left alone.

“You want me to stay?” Techno raised an eyebrow, usually Tommy was okay if the hybrid had to go do some work for a bit. Though right now, Tommy felt quite the opposite. “Stay, p’ease” he hugged onto his cow stuffie tighter as he looked at the other.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay piglet. If you promise to go to sleep” Tommy agreed and Techno got underneath the blankets along with the little. Techno ran his fingers softly through the blondes hair. He was aware of how much this calmed Tommy down, Tommy would ask and ask for Techno to play with his hair when he was little. It was oddly comforting to the other.

“Night night, little one”

“Ni Ni, Techie”

#agh I can’t end or start stories with of crapp #also idek if I used the word refuted right ahh #tag as ship and i steal your bones #where did that tag come fRKM #FROM #age regression #agere #dream smp #mcyt #mcyt age regression #mcyt agere #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #sfw agere #Little Tommy #CG Technoblade #techno

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haaarry · 5 years ago

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Harry wants a kiss, but Y/N is sick.

(I’ve been feeling sicky and yucky on and off today so I had to write a blurb to make me feel somewhat better lol)

Y/N doesn’t feel too hot.

Actually, she feels very hot. She has a bit of a fever, and her cheeks are burning — sort of like after she orgasms, but way less fun.

She’s been in bed all day, groaning and whimpering because her body aches and she’s hot and cold at the same time, and she sort of feels like she could throw up... she just doesn’t feel good at all.

That is, until Harry shows up with some over-the-counter medicine. She claps her hands — although weakly —when she sees him pull it out of the plastic bag, and she takes the recommended dosage before settling herself back into bed.

“My baby’s feeling sicky today, yeah?” Harry moves to get into bed with Y/N, however she places her hand up, her palm facing him, to let him know to stop. “What?”

“I’m sick, Harry.” She pouts and sits up again, pulling the blanket over her mouth, leading her next sentence to be quite muffled. “You can’t get too close to me.”

“Nonsense.” Harry moves quickly and pounces into her bed, seating himself between her legs. “Nothing can keep me from you.”

“Not even nasty germs?” She pulls her blanket down, revealing her face, and bends her arm to cough into her elbow.

“Nothing,” he says firmly while crawling up her body, placing his hands beside her while he leans in for a kiss.

“Uh-uh!” Y/N swats him on the head with one of her pillows, throwing him off guard. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kissing you?”

“I’m. Sick.” She says matter-of-factly. “Why would you want to kiss someone who’s sick?”

“Well, you’re not just anyone.” He sits down beside her and plays with the stray pieces of hair hanging out of her bun. “You’re my baby. I don’t care if you’re sick.”

“I care.” She looks at Harry tiredly, her eyes sunken in, and her lips chapped. “I’d hate it if I got you sick.”

“I have a pretty tough immune system. Remember when everyone in our Life-Span Psychology class had the flu, and I’m the only one who didn’t get it?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, knowing he’s correct, and it actually is a rarity for him to get sick. “Okay, you have a point.” Harry leans in once more, his hand already cupping her jaw. “But! You have your cousin’s baby shower to go to in a couple days, and if you get sick, you won’t be able to make it, and you know how much your family will miss you.” She traces her delicate finger across his cheekbone, causing him to close his eyes.

“You just don’t want to kiss me.” His eyes open, and they’re full of mischief, making Y/N feel even warmer (but in a good way).

“I do!”

“Yeah, right.” He huffs playfully and crosses his arms, turning his head away from hers to look away.

“Bunny,” Y/N paws at his chest, leaning her head on his afterward and pressing her lips to his neck. “There.”

“That’s not a kiss.” He’s still not looking at her, although Y/N can see his lips curved up in a smile, and she knows he’s getting a kick out of turning the tables in his favor.

“You can kiss my cheek.” She kisses his for emphasis.

“I guess that’ll do.” Harry turns his head swiftly and places a kiss to both of her cheeks. “You’re burning up, baby.” He puts the back of his hand to her forehead, feeling the warmth radiate off of her, and he frowns. “Want me to get you a cold towel?”

“Yes, please.” She smiles sweetly at him and kisses the corner of his mouth before he gets out of bed. Harry’s face turns pink, making Y/N giggle at how bashful he can get.

“You need to get better, missy. You know I can’t go too long without your kisses.” He presses his lips to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin, and lastly sneaks a peck on her lips, making Y/N gasp.

“Harry!” She tosses her pillow at him as he runs out of the room, laughing while looking back at her. “When I get better, your tush is mine.”

“And when you get better, your tush is mine.” He places his index and middle finger beside his mouth, making a V-shape, and he sticks his tongue between his lips. Y/N feels her whole body get even hotter, and her cheeks are crimson for sure now. Harry notices and decides to tease her.

“Maybe I should just run you an ice bath, then?”

#this is a mess bc im sleepy and tired and sicky 😔#but i wanted to write so here ya go #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles au #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine

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ak47stylegirl · 5 years ago

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Sick days - Chapter 4

Okay here’s Part/Chapter four of Sick days :D Allie is finally home and in bed at last!

Part 1 / Part 2 / part 3 of Fic

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Scott pov

He gently tucks Alan into bed, the kid now out of his school uniform and in his pyjamas. Alan was looking really worse for wear, his skin bleached a sickly white, while his nose was a horrible sore red colour…

Alan sniffled weakly, snuggling into his pillow as his stomach gave a sickly grumble.

He sighed heavily at the sight, sitting down on the edge of Alan’s bed, “I’m going to go unpack the car now, okay?” He explained gently as he brushed Alan’s fringe back, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the kid’s forehead, “I’ll be back in a little bit…”

Alan gave a weak nodded, coughing into his pillow.

He smiled sadly at Alan as he made his way out of the room, stopping for a moment’s to turn Alan’s lights off. The only light illuminating the room and the sick little boy in bed now was Alan’s rocket nightlight and the midday sun peeking through the curtains.

He sighed heavily as he leaned against Alan’s bedroom door, running his hands through his hair. It was times like this when the hole their parents had left made its presence known.

When his brothers were sick and in need of comfort, that hole that their parents used to fill would hurt...hurt so much. They had no grandparents or uncles or aunts, it was just them...

Five brothers against the world and he was the oldest of them. The one with the most responsibility, the one that had to look after them. The one that had to play the part of the parent when it came to the younger ones, the one that was a mentor and friend to the older two...

It was a tough job, he thought as he made his way to the garage. Alan and Gordon barely remember him as anything but their guardian, their pseudo-parent. Alan more than Gordon as Alan was only three at the time of the crash, just a little baby…

He grabbed Alan’s school bag and the stuff from the chemist out of his car, while ignoring the smell that was coming from vomit on the floor. Oh, he really needed to clean that up, he thought with a grimace as he made his way inside again.

The first thing he heard as he entered the kitchen was sneezing, damp messy sneezes that were echoing down the hall from Alan’s bedroom. Oh his poor kiddo, He winced in sympathy for Alan, placing the bags on the kitchen counter.

He sent a quick text message to John, the text reading ‘what’s the best way to clean up vomit?’ John always knew those weird little things, he thought as he started to unpack the bags, noticing with displeasure that Alan’s lunch box was pretty much still full of food. The kid had barely eaten anything in it...

‘Put Baking soda on it. Leave for 15 minutes then swept it up into a bin.’ John replied with speed, not even bothering to ask why he needed to know first. ‘Should I ask why?’

‘Allie’s sick with a bad cold’ he texted back as he threw the contents of Alan’s lunchbox in the bin, not wanting anyone else to accidentally eat the leftover food and get sick because of it. ‘He threw up just as we got home..’

‘Poor kiddo…’ John replied a couple minutes later. ‘Half the people in my class are sick with some kind of bug as well, the whole campus seems to be sick…’

‘Be careful, John, I don’t want you getting sick before your final next week..’ he only realised how much he sounded like their father after he sent the text. ‘Or getting sick in general, one sick brother is enough..’

‘Don’t worry Scott, I’ll be careful..’

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Alan pov.

He rolled over onto his side, trying to get comfortable but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t….he felt too sick, he thought with a groan rubbing at his irritated, red nose. His tummy was aching, and his head was hurting and...and-

He sneezed unrestrainedly into his pillow, feeling too tired to even try covering with his hand. His nose was running everywhere but he couldn’t do much about it as he didn’t have tissues and wiping it with his hand wasn’t really helping, he needed to blow it.

His bedroom door creaked open as Scott entered the room. He sat up a bit, watching with tired eyes as Scott walked over to his bed, a yellow bucket in hand…

His stomach churned at the sight of the bucket, the memory of throwing up fresh in his mind and he’ll be honest, it was probably a good idea on Scott’s part to give him something to be sick in. He wouldn’t be surprised if he threw up again...

“Hey sweetheart..” Scott smiled softly at him as he placed the bucket on the floor by his bedside table and grabbed a couple of things out of it, a box of tissues being one of the things, placing them on his bedside table. “How are you feeling?”

He groaned in misery, looking up at Scott with the most pitiful look on his face. His nose twitched, and before long he was sneezing uncovered into his lap, the sneezes not even giving him a chance to recover before another one attacked him.

His nose was running really badly now, dripping down past his chin but he was feeling so horrible at this point, he just didn’t care…

“Oh sweetie, I shouldn’t have asked…” Scott sighed sadly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I got some medicine for you but first come here, sweetheart...” Scott gently lifted his chin up, wiping his sore irritated, red nose with a soft tissue, being extremely gentle. Scott then held the tissue over his nose “Blow..”

He did as he was told and the noise that followed sounded terribly sick, even to his ears, and ow...his head was really hurting now, little tears gathering in his eyes from the pain. He felt so...so horrible...

Scott frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in worry as Scott threw the tissues, which were now soaking wet, into the bucket. Scott picked up the thermometer, “I want to take your temperature, okay, Allie?”

He nodded weakly as he opened his mouth, letting Scott place the thermometer under his tongue. Scott stroked his hair gently, watching him with gentle, loving eyes as they waited for the thermometer to beep.

“I’m going to take you to the doctor’s tomorrow, okay?” Scott explained gently, caressing his cheek. “I want to get you properly checked out...”

He nodded weakly in acknowledgement even though he wasn’t too fond of the doctors, he always had to get some kind of injection, and he hated needles, he really hated them…

The thermometer beeped.

Scott took it out of his mouth and took a look at it. Scott frowned in displeasure, “Yep, that’s a fever…” Scott sighed softly to himself, “though not a high one, thank goodness for that.. but definitely a fever…” Scott placed the thermometer on the bedside table.

He sniffled damply, a terrible itch building in his nose. His eyes were wet and watery, irritated and red around the edges. He rubbed at his nose, but that just made the itch worse, his nose starting to run again.

Scott handed him a tissue with a sad look, stroking his hair back gently. He nodded in thanks, blowing his nose into a tissue. The relief from blowing barely lasted long, his nose refilling in a blink. He hated this cold, he really hated it!

“Okay, let’s get that medicine in you, shall we?” Scott said softly as he picked up the medicine bottle, reading the dosage instructions. Scott measured a little bit out into a tinny medicine cup, the liquid a pinky rose colour…

He could already taste the horrible flavour, he thought with a little frown as he coughed into his arm. Why was medicine always a yucky pink colour?

“Now, this is going to make you very sleepy, okay kiddo?” Scott explained as he handed him the medicine cup, the yucky pink syrup staring up at him. “Which is good because you need as much rest as you can get, okay?”

He nodded as he brought the medicine to his lips, hesitating for a second before taking a leap of faith and downing the medicine in one gulp. And instantly regretting it….

He coughed as the disgusting taste hit his senses like a battering ramen, “that’s yucky!” He cried in disgust, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head, trying to rid himself of that terrible taste.

“I know sweetheart, I know…” Scott sighed softly as he took the empty medicine cup from him, placing it on the bedside table. “But it’s going to make you feel so much better in the long run…” Scott ran his fingers through his hair tenderly, giving him a comforting smile.

“Come on, have a little sip of water kiddo..” Scott handed him a water bottle, and despite what Scott said about taking little sips, he started to gulp the water down in one go, trying to get rid of that horrible taste.

“Hey! Hey, I said little sips…” Scott prided the bottle from his hands, taking it away from him, a slight scolding tone to his voice. “Not big gulps Kiddo, you’re going to upset your stomach...”

A bit late for that, he thought with a groan as the water hit his stomach suddenly, splashing and squishing about in his tummy. His nausea seemed to increase tenfold all at once.

Scott sighed heavily, shaking his head slightly, “This is why you listen to me, sweetheart..” Scott cupped his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Tears gathered in his eyes. “Sorry..” he sniffed damply, leaning into Scott’s gentle touch.

“Oh, it’s alright, Alan...Come on, lay down now, ” Scott gently nudged him into a sleeping position, his head meeting his pillow. “It’s time for you to get some sleep…”

He yawned softly as Scott brought his blanket up to his chin and tucked him in, laying a little kiss on his forehead, “I love you, Allie...” Scott whispered softly, his eyes filled with tender, gentle love.

“Lov...love you too…” he mumbled softly as he snuggled into his pillow, his eyes feeling too heavy to keep open. “Stay?”

Scott smiled softly at him, stroking his hair “I’m not going anywhere, Baby...”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #sickfic #normal au

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