HII twin…. It’s not my birthday yet but I would like a fic about cuphead ofc from motm celebrating my birthday. Going out to the mall and also going out to eat (fluff and stuff)
And maybe perhaps midnight comfort scene since people lowk don’t like celebrating my birthday bcz it’s in the summer so no one else came to celebrate 🥹✌️
(My bad twin this is a lowk depressing request)
-ˋˏ𝗍һіs ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ іs mᥲძᥱ ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥆𝖿 𝗍іmᥱs ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥱsᥱˎˊ-
┆Myth Cuphead x Masc!reader ; in which he's all the company you really need
【 Genre(s) ; angst , fluff , comfort 】
-ˋˏWarnings┆none!ˎˊ-
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Requests are still closed! This is just a special fic for my irl! Mostly reader centric! Reader is referred to as he/him! Modern AU??? Cuphead tries and it works cause he's awesome IT'S NOW YOUR BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE BLOB If you have friends, you don't (not any real one's at least) in this one This can be read as queer platonic (at least I think) in honor of Cuphead's aroace identity! We're gonna pretend that Summer isn't absolute hell Haven't written in what feels like forever and I want to experiment with my formatting a bit to make it more digestible so this maaaay be a bit wonky in both a visual and literal sense Cuphead is hard for me to characterize so my sincerest apologies if he's off 🥹 Probably ooc...
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
He doesn't understand.
Why is it so empty and quiet?
There should be gifts on a dedicated table set to the side and warm banter filling in the silent gaps throughout the evening. The seats currently sitting empty and collecting dust should be occupied. There should be streamers, banners, balloons, and a backdrop.
So why is it that the living room is so empty?
The house is nearly desolate and all too dark on such a bright Summer day. If he hadn't known, he wouldn't have guessed it was his birthday.
"What's wrong?" your voice brings him back to you.
Cuphead's gaze falls on you once again. That sad little glint in your eyes makes him ball his hands into fists at his side. It pisses him off a great deal.
"Am I goin' crazy or somethin'? Where's the celebration?! The party!" Cuphead's eyes narrow, scanning your home once more.
You grimace, shoulders tensing in discomfort.
"Can we not talk about that right now? Please..?" you avert your gaze before he even looks back.
A moment of thoughtful silence goes by and with a quiet sigh, he nods. Normally, he'd have pushed for an answer but it's your day! Why be stubborn and risk upsetting you?
Cuphead's cheeky grin slowly reappears as your frown vanishes.
"Ya ready to go?" he extends his hand, waiting for you to grab on.
"Just don't pull too hard! I almost fell last time!" you pout but the playfulness remains.
His grin only widens, "No promises, Sweetheart!"
The phrase on its own makes you want to pull away but Cuphead snatches your hand back faster than you can comprehend, dragging you to the car as you complain.
The drive was a bit uncomfortable. Cuphead has neglected to get the air conditioner fixed for who knows how long now and you two always suffer for it during the hotter seasons. His attempt at making up for it was by playing some of your favorite songs and not teasing you when your voice cracked as you sang along.
You were almost disappointed when he pulled into a parking space, shutting the music off and ending your little karaoke session. However, realizing you were at your destination, you perked up again immediately.
"Finally!" you eagerly hop out of your seat.
"Hurryuphurryuphurryuphurryup!" you fidget, impatiently waiting for him to get out with you.
"I'm goin'! Damn..." a small snicker follows as he finally steps out.
You spare no time, sprinting off to the entrance before he can even lock the car. By the time he turns around, he finds that your gone and waving him over at the doors.
"What the—? Aye get back here!!" he's forced to run after you as you disappear into the building.
"Ahhh.. It's so nice and cold and air conditioned.." you sigh, leaning against him as he leads you past the stores he knows you don't care about.
"I'll get it fixed!" he pats your head gently.
"That's what you said last month!" you nudge his arm with your elbow, laughing to yourselves.
He makes a sudden stop and tugs you off your path with a gasp, "C'mon, I just saw that shirt you said you been wantin'!"
"The band tee?!" you slip from his grasp, sprinting off to the incorrect shelf to find the shirt in question.
He calmly follows behind you, smirking to himself as you sift through the wrong piles. He encourages you to keep looking, only sneaking off once he's sure you're tunnel visioned in on that section of the store. Cuphead picks up the shirt and strides over to the counter, begrudgingly paying for it. He knows you wouldn't be too fond of wearing a stolen item— besides, he already knew he'd actually have to pay for everything anyway.
Once the shirt has been bought, he sneaks up behind you. You already seemed to be losing hope, hunched over one of the piles closer to the bottom with a frustrated pout.
"Cuphead I can't find—" you're cut off as he drapes the shirt over your head like a veil, fully obscuring your vision.
With a quiet sigh, you yank the shirt off of your head. It flops onto your lap, the design now in full sight.
"No way.." you snap your head in his direction to find him smiling like a cheshire cat.
"You found it?!"
"Payed for it too, doll." he ruffles your hair.
You stand back up and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping a strong hold on the shirt as you squeeze him a little too tight.
"Alright— Alright— Now you're just chokin' me!" he strains his voice.
"Sorry!" you laugh and pull away.
"Let's go look around somewhere else, eh? Everything else in here is puttin' me to sleep." he pats your back, urging you forward to the front of the store.
The day ticks by without the two of you noticing. Cuphead drags you around every other store that seemed to fit your tastes, spoiling you with a few more gifts until the two of you realize just how much darker it's gotten out. As you patiently wait for the worker to find some more bags, Cuphead leans against the wall near the exit. He spends his time quietly watching and admiring as you giddily await your snacks and merchandise to be placed back into your care.
"He's so stupid.." he mumbles to himself after conspicuously looking around to make sure no one was around to hear him.
His gaze softens, relieved he could make your entire day all the more worthwhile.
Cuphead would've been happier if it hadn't been for the fact that the attendance rate for your birthday had been bugging him the entire time.
He can imagine every call and text you've gotten today from people that were fully capable of showing up for you. Every uncaring and painfully predictable 'Happy birthday!' that hardly meant anything when they were being so clearly dismissive. Cuphead can't imagine how depressed you must've been all morning, knowing no one cared enough to even stop by for a hug or a small conversation.
And suddenly he's frowning rather than smiling. Staring at the floor like it insulted his mother and furrowing his brows, he can't help but think about convincing you to cut every one of them off.
"Of course, sir. Have a wonderful rest of your day!" the cashiers voice snapped him back out of his thoughts.
Cuphead's demeanor shifted back to its original state as you happily walk back up to him.
"Let's go before it gets too late!" You take the chance to drag him off for once.
"Already? I know it's gettin' late but it's only been like... 2 hours since we got here!" he raises an eyebrow at you.
"Well.. I want you to the stay the night. You don't have any of your stuff on you so I figured we'd leave early to get your things." you mutter, shy and just a slight bit embarrassed.
Cuphead stays quiet for a few paces before shrugging.
"If that's what you want, doll." his voice is miles softer than it usually is— especially out in public.
You smile up at him and lead the way back to his car, leaning up against him in the same way you had before when you had first entered.
The drive back was cooler. A comfortable silence fell upon you as tried to conserve your last bit of energy. Cuphead resumed the mini playlist he'd complied for you, stealing gentle glances every now and then. And as you remained seated while he gathered what he needed in his own home, you fought off the exhaustion threatening to lull you into a nice and relaxing nap.
Once you'd finally made it back to the comfort of your bed, you flopped onto the mattress with a long groan.
Cuphead dropped off your bags in a corner of the room, already preparing to get to sleep as he grabbed his night clothes and toothbrush from his luggage.
You lazily slip off your shoes, waiting for your turn in the shower and trying your best not to fall asleep on the spot.
Left alone with your thoughts, you can't help but begin to question why no one had showed. You understood a few of your friends being unable to make it for honest reasons. It's not like you expected everyone to drop what they were doing to rush to your side but for no one to show? Did you matter at all?
Your exhaustion is overridden by a crushing feeling of despair in your chest and the multitude of thoughts running through your head at once. You tried to convince yourself that maybe you'd missed a few visits while you were out with Cuphead. You figured someone would've texted you about it but when you checked your phone, there were but a few miscellaneous notifications from other apps. Not a message in sight.
You set your phone down with a soft sigh, eyes already glossy.
What could you have possibly done wrong to deserve this?
You replay every mistake you can remember and cringe. Is that why?
Every time you hurt someone, whether it was on purpose or not. Maybe it's that..
The bad thoughts about others you didn't even mean to think. It's Karma!
Your leg begins to bounce rapidly; anxious. You wondered just how you'd ended up with such few friends that barely even acknowledged you outside of holidays and events like this.
Just as you were on the verge of spiraling, the water shuts off.
Cuphead would be coming out soon.
You weren't too keen on the thought of venting to him in your gross and certainly sweaty outfit.
You sniffle and wipe the small tears that'd accumulated in the corners of your eyes, silently praying they weren't already red. When he finally came out a short while later, you averted your eyes and quietly slipped past him into the shower. You're positive he's noticed your odd behavior but thankfully he kept his mouth shut. You were thankful he was at least waiting.
Curled into yourself, you sat and watched a movie in silence with him. Despite your current mood, you still made sure to laugh at his little jokes and remarks throughout the entire thing, leaning into him with a tired smile.
You thought you'd be safe from the questions as the credits began to roll. Maybe he'd forgotten! It's been hours, after all. So, you slowly began to shut your—
"Are you okay?" Cuphead's voice is gentle. It's almost disturbing— like it's not him.
You look up at him, unsure whether to be honest or not. You opt for silence instead.
He stares back, patiently waiting for an answer before realizing you weren't going to say.
"I know you're tired but can we just talk about it for a bit..?" he pulls you closer.
"It'll make you feel better. Promise." he mutters.
The silence stretches on for a few moments longer and with a soft sigh, you make up your mind.
"It just— it sucks!" you huff. You cross your arms and turn away from him when your vision starts to blur again, "They didn't even bother! I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Were they all really so busy they couldn't even come by for a second? That's all I wanted.. I just wanted to see them."
You sniffle, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment.
He let you ramble on and on for what felt like hours, holding you close and letting you cry for as long as you wanted.
Cuphead simply listened, quietly reassuring you with firm squeezes and the gentle circles he'd rub into your back. Occasionally, he'd make a few passing comments.
"Idiots.."
"They'd better hope I don't find 'em."
"I don't understand it either.."
"They don't deserve to know you."
Other sweet little things were sprinkled here and there to help you feel a bit better. Cuphead hated the sound of your sobs but he understood you needed to let off some steam.
Once you were finally ready to pull away, he smiled. It wasn't a cheeky smile he'd give after a little joke, nor was it a sly smile he'd flash after a snide remark. It was something much deeper and meaningful
Genuine, you think is the appropriate word.
"Feelin' better?" Cuphead tilts his head, straw clinking faintly against his porcelain.
You smile back, finding the display strangely endearing.
"Yeah.." you mutter. Your eye twitches ever so slightly at how hoarse your voice had gotten.
"I know damn well you don't have it in ya for another movie, huh?" he snickers, letting go of you to find the remote and shut the TV off.
"Definitely not.." you get yourself situated, tucking yourself into your usual spot with a happy sigh. Cuphead curls up, slotting you against him like his missing piece.
Though it still hurts to know your friends aren't truly by your side, you feel that it's at least a little less important now that you've really cried it all out. You know Cuphead will be there with you through it all and that's more than enough to keep you from crashing.
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated! —🪻
OMG THANK YOU TWIN SO MUCH!!! THE WHOLE TIME I WAS READING THIS, I WAS JUST KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING MY ASS OFF!!! THIS REALLY MADE MY DAY, I CAN'T WAIT TO READ MORE FUTURE PROJECTS OF YOURS, BECAUSE YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER! I LOVE ALL UR WORK!
