Mpreg fic- cuz uh. Im in a bad mood and it feels like a good time to write about Cups mood swings during pregonancy.
(Oh- Breif CW for mention of v0mit)
It’s one of those days. Cuphead woke up in a bad mood, ate breakfast in a bad mood, and later threw up that breakfast in a bad mood.
He’s been snapping at everyone this morning. Scolding Bendy for breathing too loud, or chewing out poor Mugman for “being too close” even though they were on opposite sides of the couch that time.
Both men just took each outburst graciously. Just sighing and glancing knowingly at each other whenever Cuphead was at it again. Cup had a good reason, afterall- He was 5 months pregnant with a little one.
They had just found out about this development a month ago. Crazy huh? Took them months to figure it out.
Mug and Bendy have both been huge helps, and very understanding. Even if they were…verbally wounded. More or less.
Cuphead was already dealing with feet swelling, clothes not fitting, morning sickness, and the ever lasting.. Mood swings. Anger was definitely his most prominent emotion. Which was quite the surprise, considering how usually he was such a calm guy. Especially towards Mug and Bendy.
Usually tears came after his angry outburst. Sometimes in a blubbering apology, or when he’s too tired to boil anymore.
Usually an outburst would go like this:
Mugman, checking the fridge- seeing the leftovers from dinner 2 nights ago that have gone untouched (it was Pasta.)
“Heya, Cups. You wont want this later right?” He would call over his shoulder.
Cuphead, from the couch with Bendy, feeling the subtle flutters of their pup beneath the smooth porcelain. Looking over from his position. Nose scrunching at the sight of the noodles “No way. Have at it.”
Mugs nods with a chuckle at Cupheads reaction, “Alright then. Just making sure.”
“You said i could have them!” Mugman, frantically trying to explain himself. Cuphead, steaming from out of his straw, hair dripping from instability. “Well i DID want them later!” His tail flicking behind him irritably. “Now i have nothing to eat!” Whining, flustered and emotional.
Mugman resigns, a long sigh and shoulders slumping. “I can just make more?!” He tries to compromise with the huffy cup.
Cuphead pouts, teary-eyed and still steaming. “Fine! But i wont like them the same as the last ones!”
Somewhere in the hallway: A certain demon shakes his head, holding back a snicker
He definitely saw this coming.
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