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Y/n’s pov

I had never really been popular. But I wasn’t a loser either. I had friends, some that were really close to me and some I would just speak to if I was in school. So when I got invited to one of the biggest parties of the year hosted by one of the football jocks, I wasn’t really too over the moon about it. Obviously, I was happy that I had been invited, and I was excited to go, but I wasn’t overthinking it. Unlike Malcolm. Malcolm and I had met when he was tutoring me in history; we were in the same class, so that helped, but when I first found out that it was he who would be tutoring me, I wasn’t really thrilled. Everyone that I had spoken to about it warned me that he was weird and a bit of a dick because he believed that he was smarter than everyone else. And really, they weren’t wrong. The first few weeks were absolute torture. He was saying stuff that I just didn’t understand, and when I would ask him what he was going on about, he would look at me like he had already dumbed it down. Eventually, though, we bonded over our hatred of some annoying students who were also in our history class, and we found common ground. After eventually getting to know him, I realised he wasn’t as bad as everyone said. Sure, he did think that everyone was an idiot and that he was way too good for most people, but I found his rants funny, so I stuck around. When Malcolm got an invite, he made it his mission to let me know straight away. He had practically run over to my locker and shut it in my face to brag about getting an inviation and that he was sure that this was his way to finally fit in with others and to actually have a normal experince. I was happy for him. I had always felt bad that he didn’t have that many friends in school, but again, I wasn’t surprised because normal, popular high schoolers didn’t always want to hang around someone always correcting or making them feel stupid. But I was happy, of course I was.

The week before the party, that was the only thing that Malcolm would talk about. We would be sitting at lunch, and he would mention what he wanted to wear, what cologne he was going to pick out and just random shit like that. I always made sure to tell him that he was definitely overthinking the whole thing and that it was just a high school party. But whenever I tried to bring him back to reality, he would always use the argument that this was his one and only chance to get in with the popular people. All hell broke lose when he found out that people were taking dates, and by people, I meant most of all the boys that would be attending. And god forbid Malcolm didn’t do the same. We had been in his room “studying”, which normally meant that I would just be lying on his bed doing whatever while he would be actually studying. But Stevie had, of course, let it slip that people were bringing dates and Malcolm, well, he went into Malcolm mode. He practically threw the book and started pacing his room, shouting shit like “I can’t be the only one without a date!” “I’m gonna show up and look like a total loser, and then that will be the talk of the school, and then no girl will want to go out with the double loser who couldn’t even get a date!” While he was pacing and still shouting nonsense, I just let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. “Dude, calm down, so what if you don’t get a date? Most people will be too drunk to even notice, I’m sure you’ll be fine”. Malcolm spun on his heel and glared at me “That's not the point. The point is this is my big chance, and I’m not risking ruining it by not showing up with a girl”. While I got comfy again on his bed, Stevie thankfully chipped in. “Yeah…and…what…girl…would…want…to…go…with…you?” Malcolm, who had again gone back to pacing, just shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll be able to get at least one girl who will want to go with me. It can’t be that hard”

But sadly for him, it was that hard. Every girl that he asked either just straight up told him no and quickly walked away, or they were already taken. He walked over to the table and slammed his head down. “That’s it, it’s official, the world hates me and never wants to see me happy. I’m going to show up to that party and be a complete laughing stock”. I put my sandwich down and softly looked at him. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on Malcolm, and seeing him genuinely upset about something. Even as stupid as this. Did make me feel horrible for him; he did somehow always have the short end of the stick when it came to stuff like this. “Ugh, fine, listen, if this really is something that matters to you, then you can take me to the party. So you don’t look like a complete loser”. Malcolm lifted his head up slightly and locked eyes with me. “Really?” I just shrugged and nodded “, Yeah, why not? We’re both going anyway, and it’s starting to annoy me how worked up you’re getting about this, so yes, I’ll be your date to the party”. Malcolm, for maybe the first time in the whole week, gave me a smile and sat up straight. “Thanks, Y/n”.

The day of the party came about, and I was way more excited about it than I really should have been. Sure, the little “date” Malcolm and I were going on was fake, and he didn’t see me like how I saw him, but a girl can be hopeful. And hopeful was what I was. I spent way too much time getting ready than I should have, but I wanted to look and feel pretty. I put on my favourite dress, and I pulled out my most expensive make-up just for the occasion. After 15 minutes of just sitting around and waiting for word from Malcolm, my mom shouted down from the kitchen that I had missed a call and that I had a voicemail waiting for me. I knew it would most likely be Malcolm, so I sprinted downstairs and quickly grabbed the phone, hoping that the call I had missed would just be him telling me he was getting ready to leave and that I should get ready to leave as well, but what I heard wasn’t what I had been prepared for at all. “Hey, y/n, it’s Malcolm! Great news, one of the girls I had asked just broke up with her boyfriend and has just agreed to go as my date, so we don’t have to go together anymore. Anyway, see you there”. I put the phone back on the wall and just stared at it for a few seconds before I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away, trying to get a hold of myself. I didn’t realise why I was being so overdramatic about the situation; it wasn’t like it was a real date anyway. He just saw me as a friend… But I still felt hurt by the way he was just more than willing to dump me so that he could go with another girl, and why probably because she was more popular than me. My sadness mixed with anger fast. I was about to just go upstairs and just get ready for bed and not even go until I passed a mirror and saw myself. I looked pretty, I felt pretty, and I realised that I shouldn’t let that idiot ruin my night. So I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to my mother, and started making my way to the party.

Thankfully, the party was only a few blocks away from me, so it wasn’t that far of a walk, but because I was wearing heels, my feet had slightly begun to hurt when I finally arrived. The party looked like something you would see in a stupid high school movie. There were people standing outside drinking and smoking, and I could already hear the loud ass music. I again thought about just turning back and going home, but I realised I was already there, so I just had to commit. When I walked into the house, thankfully, I bumped into some girls I was friendly with in my English class. For the first hour I was mostly with them, I would wonder off a little when I needed a refil of my drink, but I stuck with them. But then that’s when I saw them. Malcolm and a random blonde girl, whose name I didn’t even know. She was gorgeous, I couldn’t deny that, but it still made my heart sink a little seeing Malcolm and her together, when I knew it should have been me. I couldn’t pry my eyes off them, and just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, she turned around and kissed him. And he kissed her back. That was my last straw. “Fuck this”, I just dumped my cup on the ground and walked out I wasn’t being in there knowing that that was going on.

“Y/n!”, “Y/n! Hey, where are you going?” I turned around, and right there was the dickhead. I didn’t even spare him a second glance as I continued walking, “I’m going home. Bye”. Malcolm stopped walking and looked confused. “Are you annoyed?” I turned on my heel and glared at him, “For someone so smart, you really are acting quite dumb”. He just again stood looking confused and a little annoyed. “What is up with you? It’s been a good party, I thought you would be happy that it’s going well for me”. I let out a scoff, “Oh yeah, I’m so happy that you picked little Miss Barbie doll over there over me” Malcolm rolled his eyes and started walking closer. “I don’t actually understand why you're upset. You even said you were only going to go with me because no one else would. And what was I supposed to say when she phoned this is my...” Before he could finish, I cut him off. “Oh yes, how could I forget this is Malcolm's big moment, god forbid I ruin his big moment. And you idiot, I don’t just offer to go on dates with random people, obviously I like you, why else did you think I hang out with you like all the time, or listen to your stupid rants about stuff I don’t even understand, or just come over to yours and get comfy on your bed, but sorry, sorry I thought that I even had a chance. Go enjoy your big moment. Remember me, maybe when you're big and popular, yeah?” I said, sarcasm dripping from my mouth as I started to walk again. Malcolm came out of his thirty-second trance and started jogging so that he was now walking right next to me. “You like me?” I didn’t even give him a second glance as I continued to walk.

something kind of angsty, along the lines of reader getting hurt or something by one of the cup bros enemies, and mugman is freaking out and sad and whateva. maybe a continuation where he starts teaching reader how to defend themself and he’s still on edge about the encounter. idk you can tweak it however you want i just love angst lol

Y/n’s pov

Everything had started off fine. We had been walking back from a stupid mission, and, like an idiot, I had suggested going through the woods as a fun shortcut. Thinking nothing would happen and that we would get home safely was a nice 20-minute, peaceful thought, until we started hearing gunshots. Immediately, we got in position and started retaliating, but we soon found out we were severely outnumbered, and our chances of winning got slimmer and slimmer. Mugs had gone to high ground like he normally did and became our little sniper, taking them out one by one, thankfully being the most reliable and sensible out of the three of us, as Cuphead, just like normal, was chasing the high of the battle and had chucked himself right out in front of the enemies. I had been perched behind a bush, sneakily being able to take some guys out due to my camouflage, but that method sadly didn’t last very long. And finally, after what felt like two hours, I was hit. One of the guys must have alerted his buddies about me in the bush, and without warning, two appeared right behind me, and they didn’t waste a second. By the time that I turned around, they were already aiming and shooting. I was lucky enough to dodge most of the bullets, but the pain that I felt in my stomach let me know that I hadn’t dodged all of them. As I looked down and held myself, I saw the amount of blood that was pouring out of me. I let out a scream I didn’t even know I could make, and as I looked at these grinning men, I thought that this was it, and that I was going to die in the woods, I had let my team down, and most importantly, I had let myself down. I thought I was better, stronger, but clearly I had been lying to myself. And just as I was starting to accept that death was near and my vision was getting blurry, I closed my eyes. I felt my body slump, and I got ready for another horribly painful bullet ready to put me out of my misery. I saw a flash of red. My ears were still ringing, but from the little sense I still had in that moment, I realised that a gun had been fired, just not at me. The flash of red came running up to me, and even though my vision was slowly fading, I just, ever so slightly, made it out to be Cuphead.

I slightly felt his hand on my face, clearly trying to see if I was still alive or breathing, but he was quickly pushed away by what I guessed was Mugs. I worked my hardest to keep my eyes open so that I could prove to them and partly to myself that I was okay, but my body just kept fighting against me, refusing to let me even get a single word out. After a few seconds, I started feeling my body move, and I soon realised that Mugs had softly and carefully picked me up bridal style. They were now running, Cuphead in front of us, clearing the way and making sure that no other idiots were up ahead getting ready to attack while Mugs kept preasure on my stomach trying to keep me awake and stable. With the most amount of energy I could, I lifted my head up to fully look at Mugman’s face, and the scene in front of me broke my heart. His panicked eyes, which were now filled with tears threatening to fall, and I could see that he was saying something, but I couldn’t make any of it out because of the ringing that was still happening in my ears. The last thing that I remember before I let myself pass out was thinking that if this was the way I died, I wouldn’t be upset. I had my two best friends next to me, and in a sick and twisted way, the best part I was in the arms of the man that I secretly had a huge crush on. But then I also remember how selfish I sounded, how selfish it would be to die on them, especially after them doing their best to get me to safety and make sure I lived, how selfish I would be to make them have to watch me slowly die in front of their eyes. So before I passed out, I promised myself that I wasn’t going to die that night, for them.

And I somehow kept that promise. I woke up three days later, still in so much pain but not dead, so I really wasn’t complaining. When I first opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Mugs. He had been slumped over in a chair right next to my bed, and he looked horrible. I could tell from his eye bags that he hadn’t slept, and I felt terrible for making him worry that much. But when he saw that I was awake, he practically threw himself on me, and he let me know just how thankful he was that I was alive and okay. Even when Cuphead saw me finally awake, I swore I saw a few tears slip down his face. It took me a while to finally be able to get up and walk again with that much pain, and sure, it was great to be getting better, but the whole time I was resting and getting better, I just felt weak. While the boys were out doing missions, I had to stay put and “rest”. It was my living nightmare. I was never the strongest out of the three of us, as I hadn’t been in the business for as long, and sure, that always made me feel a bit insecure about my talents and strength, but to make myself feel better, I would tell myself that I was still useful in my own way and that I wouldn’t have been put on the team if I wasn’t atleast a little good but being almost bedriden made my insecurities go through the roof. I had gotten badly hurt, and I almost died on a mission. Something they go on every day, and they mostly come back with, at worst, a scratch. And here I was having to miss out on jobs because I was that weak and stupid enough to get caught in a shitty hiding position. I realised in those few weeks that I wasn’t as good as them and that clearly I was the one holding the team back. Which I didn’t want to do at all, all I wanted was to be an asset to the team, someone that they could rely on to have their backs if they were in trouble. But clearly I wasn’t that someone. I didn’t want to be the girl that they felt like they needed to always have an eye on because she can’t look after herself. So from that day, I decided that I was going to change. I was going to get better.

The night after, I was mostly fully healed, and I had knocked on Mugman's door and practically begged him to let me train with him. I told him that I wanted to get better and that I wanted to go the whole way. I didn’t want to get babied because I was a girl, and I especially didn’t want to get codiled because of my injury. Mugs had said no at the start, still thinking that if I went straight into training after just healing, I would just hurt myself again, which he made very clear he didn’t want to happen. But after my constant begging and promising that I wouldn’t push myself too far, he eventually agreed, but he did warn me that if I did want to be serious about the private training, then he wasn’t going to go easy on me. So the training started. At first, it was just weight lifting so that I could get more muscle, and at first, I didn’t push myself. I went at my own pace, but while doing my sets, I would see Mugs next to me doing way heavier weights than I, and that again started making me feel a little inferior, so not by a lot because I didn’t want Mugs to see that I was just not listening to him. I did start pushing myself a little way more than I should have because at that point, I just wanted to rush into getting the end goal and not really work for it slowly. Week after week me and mugs would continue doing the private training, and just like he promised, he didn’t go easy on me, and even though while doing my workouts that were way out of my league, I started feeling better about myself. Every time Mugs would compliment my “progress” by doing harder and harder stuff, I felt some sort of pride fill me. I finally started feeling like I was getting on his level. I was finally starting to see myself as someone they would call an asset. After a couple of months and a few popped stitches, I had to fix myself. We finally got into the sparring part of the training.

I knew this was going to be a lot different from the weights, but I convinced myself that I was ready. Mugs explained everything to me, the different ways I could get out of attacks and how I could dodge them, ways to throw punches that would be effective and the exact spots I would have to hit to do actual damage. After listening and taking all the information in, Mugs then got in his fighting position, and we got started. Again, I kept pushing myself; I wasn’t going to let myself feel weak again, but no matter what I did, nothing went right. Any attack I tried to perform, Mugs would easily defend himself and would attack me back with god-like speed, which meant I didn’t have time to block. It went on like that for hours. Mugs would ask if I wanted a break, but I would always refuse. I didn’t want to stop until he was the one on the floor. Two hours went by before my body finally collapsed on itself. And just like how I had started, I hadn’t even been able to land anything on Mugs. I was lying on the floor when I felt the angry tears start to well up in my eyes. As much as I wanted them to disappear and go back in. I was just that tired and hurting that I couldn’t hold them back. Mugs had looked back and saw me trying to wipe away my tears, and immediately rushed to my side. “Y/n, you okay, did you hurt yourself? Jesus, see I knew we shouldn’t have been training that hard. Come on, I’ll get you back to your room”.

Basically they knew each other when they were little and they both liked each other but both of them were too shy to speak up. Then mugman just disappears with his brother.

Time skip later y/n is working backstage for paint and ink (i’m assuming they have performances there sometimes) and the mugman and all of them walk backstage and the two recognize each other and still have feelings but they think the other doesn’t and you can do whatever after that

I leave the idea in your hands just want a sweet little slow burn of mugman and shy reader mutual pining for each other (btw i love your works ❤️)

Hello thank you so much I really appreciate that! 💗💗 hopefully you enjoy!!

Child Y/n’s Pov

It was a lovely day out. The sun was shining and the sky was completely blue, no clouds in the sky. My absolutely perfect day. Me and my best friend Mugs were sitting down in our meeting field which was close to both our houses so it was easy for us to meet, and it was where we had first met, which made it very special to us. It quickly turned into our favourite spot because it had a big apple tree that we could sit under which gave us some shade from the sun , so we could sit down and play some of Mugs card games he would always bring and have picnics. Which were my favourite. I didn’t have a lot of friends, I was quite shy which meant that I didn’t really fit in with other kids my age. But when I first met Mugman and was a little shy and not very talkative he didn’t laugh, he didn’t point. He just spoke to me about the ladybug he had just found and called me over to see it. That’s the moment I knew we were going to be best friends. But just like every Tuesday me and Mugs were sitting eating the sandwiches we made for each other just rambling and talking about anything and everything. After eating all our food and cleaning up the little bit of mess we had created, we ended up laying next to each other on our blankets.

“Do you think even when we’re old we’re going to continue to meet every Tuesday?” Mugs asked as we both looked up to the sky “Of course we will! Even when I’m a famous singer who’s gotten super duper rich, we’ll also still come when one of us is needing to be pushed around in old people chair we’ll still come and have picnics, it’s like our tradition it can’t ever be stopped” Mugs gave me a side glance and nodded his head, “don’t worry when you’re in the chair I’ll push you around everywhere even if you are a super duper famous singer” I shook my head now making eye contact with him “No I’m going to be the one pushing you around, I’m not ending up in the chair first, I'm way too fit for that”. Mugs pushed himself up on his shoulders, now it was his turn to shake his head. “Nuh Uh, I’m way fitter than you, I’m a way faster runner and I beat you up the hill to the tree every time, you're the one being in the chair first, you’re always huffing and puffing”. For almost three minutes we continued having the petty argument. Trying our best to convince the other about how physically fit we were but just like all our petty arguments we started laughing and giggling at each other, not taking the other seriously.

After our burst of giggles, Mugs started picking the grass and looking down. “No but I’m serious, I don’t want us to stop doing this ever, even when we are stinky teens, we need to promise each other like fully promise each other, so we both know we are serious”. I nodded my head agreeing with him, it made me upset just thinking about not being able to do this every Tuesday let alone thinking it could be a real possibility. “Here I have an idea, I’ve got my bracelet maker at my house. I’ll get home and make us both matching ones, and that will be like our little promise to each other that we will always be best friends and as long as we are best friends we will always come and meet here”. I put my pinkie out towards Mugs “Pinky Promise” and Mugs almost like second nature immediately linked his pinkie with mine, which caused my face to heat up a little. “Pinky promise”. We silently sat there for a few seconds just staring at each other smiling but after a moment we both pulled our pinkies away and tried to ignore the blush on both of our faces.

Current Y/n Pov

I looked down at my wrist at the bracelet I had made us. Mugs had loved his. We had kept the promise for years until one day he vanished. I had gone to the field twice and both times he hadn’t shown up. The first time he hadn’t shown I just thought that he maybe was ill or really really busy and didn’t think much of it. But the second time it happened I started getting worried. That day I had laid down my blanket and put all my stuff down and made it my mission to find out what was going on. So I set off to the house for answers, it didn’t take me long to reach his house but the moment I saw the house I immediately knew something was wrong. It was silent and that was new and strange. I had only been to Mugs house twice but the times I had been there the place always looked cozy and well kept. Mugs brother Cuphead would always be shouting about something or just running around but when I arrived none of that was happening.

The place looked eerie and I was starting to panic. I had started walking faster towards the house but the silence only just got louder. I knocked on the door and just like I was expecting no one was there to open the door for me. I again knocked silently hoping and praying that I was just being dramatic and that everything was fine and that my mind was just playing tricks on me, but again no one answered the door. I was about to turn around and start walking back to the field hoping that Mugs would magically just be there, but before I could I heard the door squeak open and my interest and hope got the better of me and I started pushing the door open more. But the moment I stepped foot into the house the dark almost swallowed me whole. Thankfully the light from outside helped me be able to see but the inside of the house looked trashed, panic again set in my stomach and before I could even think or make a sensible thought my body was already running towards Mugs and Cupheads room. The tiniest part of me was praying that they would just be in their beds reading or playing Mugs card games, or just doing anything. But reality struck me hard when I opened the door and just like the living room the room was trashed.

I entered the room carefully, almost like I was expecting there to be a hidden trap waiting for me to step on it and snatch me up. But the farther I got into the room the more I realised that I had somehow lost my best friend. The boy that I had wanted to spend my life with. The boy that I thought would marry me. The boy that understood me more than anyone else did. The boy that didn’t shame me for not having many friends because I didn’t really speak. I felt my eyes start to get blurry as tears started to form. But before I allowed myself to cry I spotted a broken picture frame on the ground. I shuffled towards it and carefully picked it up not wanting to cut myself on the broken glass. Inside the frame was a picture of Cuphead and Mugman. That was the moment I fully allowed myself to let the tears start to fall down my cheeks. I took the picture out of the busted frame and carefully folded it up and put it in my pocket. It broke my heart knowing that I could possibly never see him again. And that he was gone. My Mugs was gone and somewhere out of my reach.

I felt myself snap back into reality when my manager Paul at the Paint and Ink called out to me from behind my dressing room door alerting me that I had fifteen minutes before I was on stage. I had fulfilled my dream of becoming a singer. I wasn’t a super duper famous one like my dream but it was paying the bills and I was enjoying myself. I shook my head a little trying to get my mind out of my depressive memories and I took a deep breath putting a smile on my face. I turned around to start putting my outfit on for the performance but while my back was turned I heard my dressing room door open “Paul, I heard you! I’m just quickly going to put my costume on and then I’ll be ready!. ”Name's not Paul sweetheart, but sadly I don’t think you’re going to be ready and out any time soon”. I felt my stomach drop as the male voice from behind me wasn’t one I recognised. I slowly turned around and I almost screamed as I saw a gun pointed towards me and I saw that two men were now standing in my dressing room. Both had their hoods up covering their faces.

“Now I don’t really like hurting women” “Then don’t” I said trying my best to sound calm but I knew my shaking voice wasn’t helping my case. “But, I’ll have to if you don’t corporate, now I’ve got a fucked up arm and I’m needing first aid so you either tell me where that is and I’ll lower my gun, or you could scream and alert someone, but I think you know how that scenario is going to end, so how are we doing this”. As panic set in I again looked at the two men, but I wasn’t prepared to die today so with my shaky arm I pointed towards the far left of my dressing room. “The first aid kit is over there, I won’t scream, please just don’t shoot, please”. The man grinned and put down the gun, now not aiming it at me. “See that wasn’t hard was it?” He made his way to the far left and let out a whistle after rummaging around, clearly alerting his friend that I wasn’t lying and he had found it. I sat down on one of the chairs in my dressing room panicking, what would happen if Paul suddenly came into the dressing room?, would they shoot him?, and if they shoot him and I see would they have to shoot me to make sure I didn’t say anything? I could feel myself shaking. I didn't want to seem weak in front of these terrifying men who clearly could cause me harm if they really wanted to. So as a way of calming myself down and to try and block out everything that was happening around me I slowly grabbed my hairbrush and just kept brushing and brushing my hair.

I must have looked like an idiot but I was just trying to do anything that would help calm me down and not think about the possibility of dying. But while brushing my hair the other man that had just been standing near the door of my dressing room was now moving. And of course knowing my luck he was now moving straight towards me. I tried to not look or even acknowledge the movement and pray that he was moving towards something else but it became hard not to acknowledge him when he eventually ended up right in front of me. I stopped brushing my hair and I slowly put the brush down. I didn’t want to unknowingly enrage the man so I just sat there in dead silence hoping that if I was still enough he wouldn’t be able to see me and I would somehow turn invincible. But that wasn’t the case at all, he grabbed my arm but he didn’t grab hard. I squeezed my eyes shut not knowing what he was planning to do but I started planning how I was going to start dressing myself with only one arm. But he slowly and almost carefully pulled down my sleeve just enough so that he was able to see my wrist. To see our matching bracelet. “Y/n”?

I don’t think I had ever opened my eyes as fast as I did at that moment. The man quickly pulled down the hood that had been covering his face and what I saw almost made me faint. Standing there right in front of me all grown up was him. My mugs, my Mugman. I couldn’t tell what emotion he was feeling as we locked eyes, it was almost like he was feeling every single one at the same time, and I was able to see them all just by looking into his stupid beautiful eyes. “Wow, you really did become a singer just like you..” Before he could finish his sentence I grabbed my hairbrush and chucked it right at him with as much force as I could. “You absolute bastard!” He stumbled back just a tiny bit and I took that as my moment to stand. “You leave! You leave me! Alone! I thought you were dead! I thought you got kidnapped! I went to the police! I thought you fucking died!” As I was shouting, Mugs was trying to calm me down and shut me up. But I was angry and embarrassed. He wasn’t dead, he had been alive this whole time he had just decided that he could leave me. His so-called “Best Friend”.

“Listen, Y/n, please listen”. But before I could get another word in, the other man, who had also now pulled down his hood, Cuphead his brother, had heard the shouting and had grabbed his gun and was again pointing it at me. “I thought we were doing this the easy way, guess not!” I heard him cock the gun and get ready to fire but before he could pull the trigger Mugman ran in front of me and shouted for Cuphead to not fire. Everything went silent for a few seconds, the only sound being breathing. Cuphead looked at Mugman and slowly lowered the gun almost like in their staring battle they had telepathically just spoken a thousand words and caught each other up on what was going on. Cuphead turned back around towards the first aid kit again leaving me and Mugs alone. He again tried to speak but I again cut him off. “You left me alone, you weren’t hurt like I thought you were, you weren’t kidnapped but you just left..you could have left me a note at least …you could have told me”. Mugs took a step towards me and I didn’t react. “Y/n we got ourselves into shady business, we’re still in shady business clearly, I didn’t want you to have to know about that type of stuff. I thought that if I just left, I wouldn’t be hurting you or scaring you and you would just forget about me..and you would go on and have a good life, like you deserved…deserve, you always said you wanted to become a famous singer, I couldn’t give you that life”

I took a step towards him and pressed one of my fingers into his chest. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t act like you were being a hero. You know that I would have been there for you. You were my everything, you don’t get to be the one to tell me what life I deserve. If you had come up on any of those days and told me that you had done something bad and you needed me to run away with you, I would have! Because you were my good life! I wanted to live my life with you! I loved you..I still fucking love you” Before I could say anything else he quickly took my face into his hands and kissed me. I almost pushed him off of me but the moment I realised what was happening, what was really happening I let myself relax into the kiss. It didn’t last long and as we parted for air I couldn’t help myself from giving him a stupid cheesy smile. “Sorry but, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” I was about to respond but the banging on my dressing room door ruined the moment. For just a second panic crossed Mug's eyes but just as fast as it appeared it disappeared and he became deadly serious. “Y/n I’m a killer, me and Cuphead kill people, we are bounty hunters. It's a horrible, horrible job but we do it. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the police and we’ve been found. We are practically always on the run and our faces are printed almost everywhere. But will you run away with me?” I couldn’t help the shock expression that appeared on my face. I wasn’t expecting that.

Out of boredom (mainly bendy) while they walk/travel for the pieces both of them agree to who can flirt better (more pushed on by bendy) and use the reader as the victim, as Mugman is a little hesitant at first he agrees, throughout this competition both through their interactions with the reader are more romantically pulled in by them, this leads to them having a conversation on them figuring out that they both want them.By the end of it all it turns into them confessing to the reader they both want them (the reader wants them to they just don’t admit it until then) I hope it’s not too much 😭👍

N/N = nickname

Bendy’s pov

Walking with these idiots was getting boring. The tension was still heavy and no one really wanted to speak to each other. We knew that those stupid twins couldn’t actually hurt us now because we were all going to have to work together but that didn’t mean that we were enjoying it. I was mostly walking next to Boris the whole time and sure we would make a random joke and make stupid comments but it wasn’t enough to cure my boredom, but I saw something that could. In front of us was one of my close friends Y/n she is amazing and beautiful and just an amazing human being. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t have feelings for her but I also noticed that one of the cup brothers had been giving her the lovey dovey eyes for almost the whole trip and had practically been tripping over his words every time he spoke to her. so I decided that a little game wouldn’t harm anyone. So the first moment that I saw the Mug was walking by himself I immediately took my chance.

“A bit of a boring walk isn’t it?” The mug gave me a glimpse of a look but didn’t really say anything back, he just continued walking. “Well I think it’s been quite boring, buttt I think I’ve found a really good game that both of us would love to play”. He rolled his eyes but finally actually looked at me. “I’m not playing a stupid little travel game with you, thanks but no thank you” I smirked as I continued walking beside him “Nah see its not a kiddy game see I’ve noticed you looking at Y/n..” before I could finish my sentence the Mug stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me like he wanted to kill me “Shut up, she could hear you say that…which is just not true, by the way” he said as the blush crawled onto his cheeks double tacking and making sure that Y/n was no where near us. “Sure whatever you say bud, but my game would maybe possibly get you and me obviously, close to her. And could help one of us again most likely me, have a chance with her”. The mug again rolled his eyes but he mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. “What have you got in mind?” I grinned and pulled him closer to me, meaning he had to hunch his back a little to get to my height. “Alright listen, my plan is one by one, me and you take turns saying our best pick up lines to Y/n and then whoever swoons her gets her love and gets the honour of being able to call himself her boyfriend, deal?” He straightened his back and glared at me a little “Im not treating Y/n like she is something to win, and I’m also not embarrassing myself by saying stupid little pickup lines, I am a gentleman and also have dignity” Shrugging I turned my back towards him, “Oh well makes no difference to me, if you aren’t fighting me for her then I guess that just means that I’ll be able to swoon her faster and easier and she will fall in love with me and we will live happily ever after, and here I thought I was being a pal by at least letting you compete against me, but thanks pal for the easy win”.

Before I walked away I heard him take a step towards me. “Wait..fuck it im in, and I’m going first” I spun quickly on my heel and shook his hand “Deal, now let the best man win”. I watched as he made his way towards Y/n and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. I obviously had the upper hand in this stupid little game. I have known Y/n since we were little and I knew everything she liked and disliked which also meant I would know which pickup lines she would find cringy and the ones she would think are sweet but that idiot was going up blind. I was definitely winning.

Mugman’s Pov

I could feel myself start to sweat as I made my way towards Y/n. I quickly tried to wipe the sweat off my forehead so that I didn’t look unclean or disgusting to Y/n. Cups gave me a puzzled look as I passed him but I just ignored the look and tried to keep hyping myself up. I was a gentleman, I knew what ladies liked…right? I tried to shake the negative thoughts away as I made my way right next to Y/n. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve really introduced myself properly, my name is Mugman” Y/n turned to face me and she gave me a sweet polite smile as she introduced herself. We ended up having a little bit of a conversation as I decided what pick up line I wanted to try. I didn’t want to ruin this moment by saying something too cheesy but I didn’t want to come off vulgar with a weird pick up line either. So after a few more minutes I decided on one and built up the imaginary courage I had, and shoot my shot. “I um” I coughed and tried to make my voice sound a little deeper, “can I borrow your heart because you’ve stolen mine”. Y/n was silent for a few seconds then she started giggling “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before, that’s not too bad”. I felt my face heat up and I just let out a very awkward and loud fake laugh “HA, yeah, I.. um, I, You know what ,I think Cuphead is calling me!, I should probably see what he’s wanting umm bye! Lovely speaking to you!” Cool mugs…real cool, I walked away with my face practically red walking straight past an again confused cuphead, god I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me alive. I walked past that stupid demon. “You’re turn”

Bendy’s Pov

That was amazing. I couldn’t have imagined a better scenario, but just like the mugs had said. It was my turn, and I wasn’t going to muck it up. I confidently walked up to Y/n and made myself known “heyy N/n, how ya doing” unlike that idiot I knew the type of stuff that ladies like Y/n liked and wanted. Talking to Y/n was easy, she was practically already my other half, in my eyes we were made for each other, soulmates even. Another reason I wasn’t scared or nervous to say my pick up line, because I made sure it was suitable just for Y/n, my Y/n. And unlike the Mug my game plan didn’t just consist of one mere pick up line. “Hey N/n, Is your hand getting heavy? Because I can hold it for you”, “And I know we aren’t socks but honestly, I think we make a great pair” As Y/n looked at me I could see the little tiny blush that had appeared on her face. Bullseye! But knowing my luck, before she could respond to my amazing pickup lines and tell me that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Boris called her name and she politely excused herself to go see what he was shouting about. Worst wingman ever Boris…

This would be at the time where there dating and (I don’t know if this is too forward but there making out) and during the make out session the reader is progressively getting more drunk due too what’s in mugman’s head (let’s say he poured some gin or something) which he starts to panic a little but realise why they are acting that way and it’s just a funny little thing which ends up with him sending her to bed and getting some water to flush it out i got this from one of the main creators (flygutzz) saying:

“First, this is adorable and i need 50000 more.

Second, I wanna info dump about unimportant details in myth.

The liquid inside Cuphead and Mugman tastes and has the same effect as very powerful Moonshine. So if someone WERE to make out with them and they could taste the liquid in their head, they'd literally get drunk off of their kisses.”

(If you go wanna find it to check it’s on there tumblr with a bendystraw drawing the post is a bit faded but there)

Y/n’s pov

Getting home from work was the best part of my day. I was exhausted, I had barely eaten and I was so done with dealing with the stupid public. So when I finally made it to the house I immediately chucked my shoes off at the door and practically threw myself on the couch. Just letting myself relax and take in the comfort of the soft pillows and blanket. I let out a sigh I didn’t even realise I had been holding in and let an actual genuine smile appear on my face as I got comfortable. However the silence I had grown comfortable in for the past few minutes was broken by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I slowly lifted my head up from the couch and I saw Mugs walking down the stairs. He was in his comfy clothes clearly ready for bed and the moment that he noticed me on the couch his face practically lit up and he started making his way to the couch next to me.

“Hello darling, you okay? I didn’t even hear you come in” he said as he sat down next to my lying frame. “Just work, honestly I don’t get why people have to act like such dicks”. Mugs let out a mumble that sounded like he was agreeing with me while he started messaging my legs. “You’re stronger than me love honestly, I couldn’t do what you do” I rolled my eyes and sat up now facing him and he was looking at me with a smirk clearly being a bit sarcastic. I gave him a little playful smack on the arm as I smiled a little. “Alright, yeah shut up” He let out a laugh while rubbing his arm like I had actually punched him hard. “Hey!, I was just trying to be supportive over here”. I let out a tired small laugh, “Yeah whatever, you can’t be calling me “Brave” when I come home from work when you are a literal hitman”

He gave me a small smile and put his arm around me softly, and I let myself relax into his side. “So what, even though I do maybe a bit more of a dangerous job doesn’t mean that you aren't going through shit with your job.” I let my head fall back on the couch as I groaned “It’s not even that, I don’t know I just feel shit coming home complaining to you about my job when you literally see so much shit that would probably make me throw up, then put me in a coma for forever”. He let out a chuckle as he put his arm around my shoulders and shrugged. “Oh come on you know I love listening to you, even though you do exaggerate almost all your stories, I still love listening to you yap about your day”. I let out a little gasp as I looked him dead in the eyes “how dare you! I do not exaggerate anything, all my stories are told exact, I honestly thought more of you mugs”. He rolled his eyes but put his hand on his heart “Well how dare I accuse you of such a thing, is there any way I could apologise that would make you forgive me for my heinous actions”. I let a giggle slip through my lips as I pulled him closer to me “actually there is” before he could respond my lips were already on his. I felt him tense for a second before his whole body relaxed and he melted into the kiss.

I smiled into the kiss and he laughed quietly, but stealing another kiss before I could tease him for being cheesy. I fit against him easily and everytime we kissed it always felt like we had been made for each other. I felt my hands go to his top and I held onto the fabric keeping him in place making sure that he wasn’t going anywhere, and as I held onto his top I felt his thumb make its way to my cheek. After a few seconds we pulled away just slightly so that we could sneak in a few breaths, and as we did I felt my head start to feel lighter but I just told myself it was because I was that tired from work so I didn’t think anything of it and went back to kissing. But the next time we pulled apart I felt like my eyes were getting a bit blurry and I was feeling more giddy and relaxed and I was giggling way more than I really should have been.

“Love you alright?” Mugs asked while letting out a soft chuckle. I nodded my head and gave him a stupid love sick smile “I’m more than okay Mugsy, this sounds so silly and stupid but it actually feels like I'm tipsy I’m that okay!” Mugs let out a laugh but then sat up straight and looked at me dead serious then let out a curse. “Shit! Oh my god my love I’m so sorry, I changed my liquid this morning I put bloody Moonshine in, Oh god you feel tipsy because you are oh my god I’m so sorry!” I just started laughing as I watched him internally panic “Oh it's fine, I'm feeling great! Now come here I wanna kiss ya again! Mugs groaned into his hands and shook his head. “Nope no way, oh god how could I forget something like that, you’re already a lightweight and that stuff is strong” I just rolled my eyes as I crawled over to him again “I already said I’m fine now come on kissy kissy!” Mugs looked at me through his hands and gave me a small smile. “I can’t love, I already feel bad enough and you’re drunk enough” I put my head on his lap as I stuck my tongue out “Boo Mr party pooper, come on we’re just getting started, nights still young” Mugs pushed the hair out of my face and shook his head again.

This is during the travel the group has to get the items, as a little fun/silly moment maybe either bendy/shelly/cuphead (because they wanna tease) could ask the group “hey to lighten up the mood it could be I’m thinking maybe a question like this:

-‘so any one got a lover/crush or someone that makes them happy they wanna go back to after this?’

And as everyone is messing around and talking the reader is asked about it which she/they say that ‘I do I’m just not going to tell y’all’ which makes them groan about it a bit but next mugman is asked next and (I kinda see him to be easily flustered most of the time) stutter on his wording about not telling them which leads to cup head teasing him about it (he ABSOLUTELY has an idea on who) but leaving it alone after a bit. After a little while the rest are a little ahead on the walk, out of curiosity Mugman asks her who it could be and a little hint and as a confession the reader says (while slowly stepping closer to him bit by bit):

“Sure, he’s cute ,sweet, amazing aim, he’s blue and his names mugman there ya go”

While he’s trying to process what she said she’s walking off with a red face but a smile none the less

(This is all I got 😭😭😭 but I give full rain on the ending i don’t mind)

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy reading and I’ve written it just like how you imagined!

Y/n’s pov

Having to join up with those brothers. Boris and Bendy was honestly one of the worst and exhausting decisions we have ever made. We made our little truce because we all realised if we all kept properly fighting and trying to hurt each other while trying to find the items, we weren’t going to get anywhere. But that didn’t mean that the stupid little petty fights didn’t continue. It was almost every bloody day Bendy and Cuphead were either having a fight or just winding each other up. Of course it was always Cuphead aggravating bendy but he always clapped back. Always.

And that meant that tonight was any different. We had ended up in the woods and it was starting to get a tiny bit dark. We were all clearly starving and grumpy as no one was really talking as much as we normally do but without missing a beat Cuphead broke the beautiful silence. “Can you not breathe so loud you're ruining my peace”. I rolled my eyes as I knew exactly where this was going. Bendy turned around to glare at Cuphead “Can you just not be silent for a minute? Is that just so hard for you?” Cuphead stopped walking and was now smirking, clearly happy he had been able to get under Bendy’s skin. “Well It’s difficult to keep my mouth shut while you’re over there sounding like you’re hoovering up all the air around us”. Before Bendy could respond with something Shelly got in between the both and pointed to a patch of grass. “Come on guys we are all clearly a little tired and grumpy so why don’t we set up a little fire and have something to eat before we start walking again”. We all agreed immediately as none of us had, had anything to eat for a while and just a minute to sit down and relax sounded like heaven.

Me and Boris got some wood for the fire while everyone else started searching for some things we could eat. I started setting up the fire wood and started rubbing them together and just my luck it wasn’t catching on fire no matter how hard I was rubbing. But before I could ask for help Mugman kneeled down next to me and used his finger to light the fire. “Sorry, looked like you were struggling, thought that would be a bit easier”. I smiled at him as he helped me off the ground, “thanks, that was a pathetic attempt on my part”. Before we could say anything our moment was ruined by Cuphead complaining about not having food in his mouth. Mugs and I went over near cups as the others sat down a little further than us but still close enough they could reach the fire and talk to us. Me, cuphead and mugman found some food in Mugman’s bag that he had been saving just in case he had got hungry but he had been nice enough to share with us. And Shelly, Boris and Bendy found some berries they started eating. I was so glad that Mugman had normal food in his bag that he had packed because knowing us if we had to go out and find wild berries to eat Cuphead would be devouring poisonous ones and be dead by now. Again we sat in silence until Shelly broke the silence.

“Hey, why not for some fun while we eat, we share our crushes!” I looked at her a little unimpressed but kept a small smile on my face. “What are we, school children?” She let out a laugh but shook her head. “Oh come on, it will be fun and it might bring some of us closer together”. Cuphead leaned back a little and let out a fake cough wanting the attention of the group to be on him. “Well if I’m going to be honest, back home almost all the ladies are waiting on me, what can I say I’m like crack to the ladies.” Mugman rolled his eyes “Yeah that’s not true at all and you know it”. But Cuphead was not backing down still “You just don’t see it but trust me Mugsy, I’m a stud, a sex symbol some might say”. I could feel the whole group judging Cuphead for being absolutely delusional but the confidence and ego on this man was just that high you couldn’t help but kinda love it. Shelly locked eyes with me “What about you y/n, you got a crush or someone who’s waiting for ya back home”. I looked around the group and noticed they were all looking at me. Clearly all waiting and wanting an answer, but then I noticed Mugman. He was looking at me but I could also see he was quite tense, he was sat up straight acting like he was about to hear the most important and crucial information of his life. His eyes were intensely on me. And I won’t lie I had a massive crush on mugs for ages, what can I say a smarty, sweet boy that loses his shit sometimes. I had been instantly hooked, but I definitely was not about to tell him that in front of the whole group, so I bit into some of my food and just told them I had a crush but I wasn’t telling.

I heard groans from the group and a big Boo from Cuphead who was now back from his ego trip and was now sitting normal again. Shelly, a bit disappointed I didn’t share, turned her attention to Mugman who had now slumped a little. “What about you Mugs you got a little crush on anybody?” Mugman sat up straight but shook his head but then nodded. “No, I mean I like someone, but um I’m not really ready to share publicly you know” Shelly deflated clearly not happy that no one was actually exposing their crushes but Cuphead slapped Mugman’s back proudly “Aww look at my brother having a little crush! He’s growing up so fast, but don’t worry bro I won’t spill the beans, yet” Mugman grabbed him by the shirt threatening him to shut his mouth and that he would actually kill him if he said anything, but Cuphead just laughed and was waving him off trying to get him to calm down. We soon were all finished with our food and sat and spoke for a while, just enjoying some well deserved relax time. But the more the sun went down we realised that we all needed to start moving again so that we could make progress. So we put the fire out, put away our mess and started walking again. Cuphead, Boris, bendy and shelly were in front and somehow me and Mugman had ended up in the back walking together.

(apologies if this description is a little vague I tried to think of the ideas best as I could with a little detail but it’s not really the best)

He sees the reader in the place him and Cuphead are acting as if they are working in and during this as a little shenanigan Cuphead teases mugman and encourages him to make a move on the reader after a lot of mental peptalk, he finally decides to go up to them which ends up in a positive outcome with their number and maybe a flirt on there end that he can’t get out of his head till he sees them next time👀👀👀

Thank you so much for your request!! I had so much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it. And I hope I’ve written it as good as you imagined!

Mugman’s Pov

The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She is the prettiest girl I’ve had the privilege to lay my eyes on, and the most amazing thing was she was practically next to me. Me and Cups were having to pretend to be bartenders in some overpriced rundown shit show club, which for some reason was popular and full most nights. Meaning I had to do more “Work”, But what I hadn’t expected was to see a practical goddess in this place. She shouldn’t be here; she should be in the top of the top places the better clubs. The places you need to be a celebrity to get into. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was a model. If I had the luxury of going out with someone that beautiful I would make sure that she didn’t end up in a shit show like this. I would book us into the most romantic and expensive restaurants and clubs. Sure I would probably have to steal some shit to be able to afford anything like that. But for her I wouldn’t give a shit how much I would have to steal. I would do anything in my power to put a smile on that girl's face.

“You want me to go over and tell her your name, or are you still practising telepathy?” Cuphead appeared next to me and I immediately stood up right trying to convince him and myself that I hadn’t been gawking at a girl for the past half hour. “I have no clue what you are talking about” I turned around and started cleaning glasses making sure he couldn’t see the blush that was forming on my face by being caught staring at the girl. “Oh come on Mugsy! you were practically drooling over here. Your eyes were about to turn into cartoon hearts if it weren’t for me coming over and snapping you out of it”. I just ignored him, keeping my back turned trying to get rid of the blush that was consuming my face. “I think you were imagining things again cup, how many drinks have you snuck tonight? ". He let out a loud laugh and I felt him slap my back “Hey, hey no need to get touchy with me bro, I think it's sweet that you have a little crush. Come on, why don’t you say something you might get lucky”. Finally I set the glasses down and turned to face him. Which he thought was the appropriate time to start pretending to make out with himself. The blush that had finally gone away sprung back on my face as I hit him on the shoulder.

“Cut that out! Even if I did go over there. Which I won’t by the way, I wouldn’t be a sex pest like you and only want a one night stand. I would want an actual romantic connection. A relationship where we both like each other for who we are as individuals”. Cuphead let out a comically large yawn while leaning on the bar. “Boring! Come on just go over she might like you as an individual”. I just rolled my eyes “No, I would probably just embarrass myself, I mean look at her, she’s gorgeous and she looks like she comes from money. And look at me..” I let out a sigh, but stood up straighter looking my brother in the eyes “I’m me and lets be real, I’ve got nothing to offer her”. It was silent between us for a few seconds before Cuphead joined me standing straight and put his hand on my shoulder, smiling softly “Come on Mugsy don’t put yourself down, any broad would be lucky to go out with you. I mean you’re better looking than me! And I don’t just throw that statement around”. I felt him spin me around and push me towards the dance floor. “Now go on, get your girl! And remember to blink twice if you need me to wingman you, blink once if you’re just being weird!”

I was about to tell him to let go of me but he had pushed me way father than I thought making me stumble and when I looked I was practically on the dance floor. Every part of me was telling me to just go back to the bar. Do the job, finish the mission and murder cuphead later. But..another part of me was telling me that this might be the last time I ever see this girl. What if I do go and speak to her and we do hit it off? What if I dance with her and I enjoy my night before I have to go and finish my mission? What if for once I put my happiness over something for a change? I didn’t want to leave this bar tonight wondering if something magical could have happened. I didn’t want to constantly be regretting my choices later in life so I took a deep breath and started walking onto the dance floor. I was getting pushed, shoved, sweated on and that’s when I remembered why I don’t normally do and participate in stuff like this. I was definitely out of my depth. But I pushed that all aside and kept walking deeper onto the floor hoping that I would be able to find her in this sea of people.

I could feel some people giving me side eyes as I tried making my way through the crowd, as I did stand out like a sore thumb. As I wasn’t dressed like everyone else and I definitely didn’t look like the type of person to be clubbing but I honestly didn’t care. I just kept desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of the only girl that mattered to me at that moment. But after what felt like several sweaty hours and not having any luck I decided to give up. My hope had gone and I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t here anymore. She was definitely too good for a place like this and of course she had left. I felt my shoulders slump and I let out a sigh as I turned around to go back to the bar preparing myself for the pity talk I was about to receive from Cuphead, where he would try and make me feel better but I knew It was just going to make me feel like more of a sad loner loser. But while I was feeling sorry for myself and not paying attention I felt something no, someone hit my chest and fell over. As I looked at the girl who was now on her bottom, her hair covering her face. I knelt down apologising profoundly, putting my hand out so I could help her up.

But when she pushed her hair out of her face I realised who I had just knocked over. It was her. The gorgeous, pretty girl I thought was gone, the girl I had now just knocked over! I felt like such an idiot. I felt my face heat up as I started apologising more which I didn’t think was even possible. She looked up at me and then looked at my hand and took it with a smile on her face. I immediately pulled her back up on her feet and when we were both standing looking at each other I felt like a statue. I felt awkward and tense and I knew she could probably tell, and I wouldn’t blame her if she just walked away. But she didn’t, she kept the smile on her face as she started talking. She told me that it was okay and that she should have been looking where she was going. She kept talking, telling me about how she had been trying to look for her friends as they had been split up as she had gone up to grab another drink from the bar, and then she started telling me about the type of drink she had ordered. And I couldn’t have been happier. I was nodding along and adding some comments now and again but I was happy just listening to this girl talk.

“Jesus sorry, I’m literally talking your ear off you probably just want to get back to your friends huh”. She was giving me a sympathetic smile but I couldn’t have shook my head any faster. “Oh umm no I actually.. Umm I’m here alone and I’m enjoying your company…sorry was that weird of me to say”. She laughed but smiled at me again. I wanted her to look at me like that all the time. “No, of course not, I’m loving your company as well” But before she could finish her sentence a song came on and she practically jumped “Oh my god I love this song! Come on get up and dance with me!” She grabbed my hand and I panicked internally hoping that she couldn’t feel how sweaty they were, and started walking with me close to the middle of the dance floor. “Ha, actually funny thing, umm I don’t really dance, I’m not a great dancer”. Still pulling me she just shook her head still smiling “Oh come on don’t be silly everyone can dance!” We made it to the middle of the dance floor so many people were dancing. Alone and couples, they all looked like they knew what they were doing. I turned to look at the girl and she had started doing a little dance “Come on join in!” Standing awkwardly next to her I kept feeling myself rubbing the back of my neck. “I told you I don’t know how! I’m not a dancer”

“Neither am I!”She stopped doing her own dance and grabbed both my hands and started making them go back and forth at the same time as hers. “Now just have fun! Who cares if you're a dancer or not just let loose!” I felt awkward for the first few seconds but as we kept dancing together I finally started listening to what she had said and decided to let loose. I started listening to the music and started timing our moves. I felt a bit brave so I let go of one of her hands and I spun her. She looked like she loved it everytime I would spin her she would let out a giggle, I loved it. We danced to a couple more songs until we both decided that we were a bit too tired for another one so we made our way to the seated area near the side. We sat down and just started chatting again. This time I also contributed instead of just listening the whole time. A few minutes into the conversation I felt brave and tried “flirting” the best I could think of at the time had been “Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see” The moment I said it I wanted to slam my face on the table, That was the worst thing I could have possibly said but even though I was mortified in myself she laughed. “Oh that was so bad, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide”. I was about to try and save myself but before I could two other girls ran up to the table and started talking to her, telling her it was time to leave.

She looked at me and smiled. “Well looks like I’m getting stolen from you, here” She grabbed one of the napkins from the table and started writing something. “There you go, till next time” She got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt my face heat up again and before I could even say a goodbye she pushed the napkin in my hand, winked and walked away. I couldn’t believe my luck. The amazing, funny, beautiful girl I had been memorised by had let me dance and talk to her and she has now just kissed me on the cheek. I was literally the happiest man in the world. I couldn't stop the humongous smile that was appearing on my face. A loud song snapped me out of my happy trance and I finally remembered that I still had the napkin in my hand. I looked down in my hand at the napkin and opened it up. She had written her phone number and her name. Y/n. “Y/n” It was perfect. A perfect name for a perfect girl.

MOTM Mugman x Reader

I want to say thank you so much for the request! I love receiving requests so thank you so much for asking for one! Sorry I couldn’t answer the request directly but I do hope that you enjoy it and hopefully I’ve wrote it as good as you imagined it!

Everything when you're a child is simple. Easy, some would say but not really for me. My family was always on the poorer side. My parents tried so hard for me and I could always see just how much they cared for me and each other, especially with all the jobs my father had to keep getting so we could have a roof over our heads. So yes life was a little harder than others but my parents would still find ways to make sure that no matter what we were happy. I was happy. I had friends from school who I loved but I had two best friends who I would almost always play with every single day, they were different. Mugs and Cuphead. I had met them while I was outside in the forest near my house trying to catch some butterflies. I had heard them coming forward near me but I had been way too shy to approach them first. Thankfully it was them that made conversation first, by asking what I was doing in the forest alone, I can't remember what we had spoken about in great detail but what I do remember is that we got very close very fast. Especially me and Mugs. Cuphead was energetic and loud but Mugs was more on the calmer side which made me feel like I could approach him more, we were more alike. While Cuphead would be off running around in the grass me and Mugs would be sitting down on a blanket I would bring out. We would either be eating some sandwiches that Mugs had made for us or we would be sitting next to each other reading whatever book he had grabbed from his house.

Those little picnics would be the highlight of my days. I would run straight home from school so that I would be able to head out and play with the brothers until I got called back in by my father. I would hate having to go back in the house for the night because if I was being honest I didn't want to leave mugs. I had a sweet spot for him and deep down I truly believed that he had a sweet spot for me as well. He would always bring me little trinkets and sweets he had been able to bring out and every time he would hand me them I would get red in the face. He was so sweet and kind. He reminded me a lot of my father. And that was perfect. In my eyes my mother and father had the most romantic and perfect marriage ever. They were made for each other and they loved each other so much. Every time I saw Mugman I would think, that's going to be us one day. We were going to live together and have that perfect relationship. And then the picnics would never have to end. But life is cruel. And I found that out the hard way.

To me the day had just been a normal day. I got woken up by my father, got ready for school, had breakfast with my mother and father and then my mother walked me to school while my father went to earn some money. School had gone by fast as normal and just like any other day I ran straight home but something was wrong. It was silent. Way too silent and I started getting a strange feeling in my stomach. I slowly made it to my front door and for a second I just stood there, looking at the door. Feeling like I shouldn't open it, but I pushed the door open despite my gut feelings and it was the worst thing I could have done. The smell hit me before I could even make out anything. It was horrible. It made my face scrunch up but I noticed the darkness slightly after. The house wasn't pitch black but dimmer than it normally would be, it felt off, out of character. I stepped into the house slowly and called out. "Father...Mother, I'm home from school!" but I got nothing back.

I walked farther into my house and finally found my father. In the living room there was my fathers body. Blood was all over the carpet, the walls and the couch. I couldn't decide where to look until I found his face. There, in my living room standing straight like a cardboard cut out next to my father's lifeless body was Mugman. There was blood all over him so my first instinct was to run over to him, for comfort, for reassurance, I thought he was hurt. I thought something had hurt him and my father. But when I went over to him, tears streaming down my face and I noticed there was not a single cut nor bruise on him, it hit me. He had been the attacker. He took my father from me. He's ruined my family...are family.

"Y/n.. please" Before he could say anything I ran to my fathers body. I shook as hard as possible but I wasn't stupid. The moment I saw his body I knew my father was dead and not coming back. "Y/n please listen to me..I" He tried to move closer to me but I flinched back tears still streaming down my face. "Don't..don't come near me.!..don't look at me like that...how..how could you do this to me" I tried wiping away the tears but they just continued to fall. "You were special to me, I thought...you thought I was special too, but how could you take away my dad..how could you do that to me!" He looked at me with his pitiful eyes and I could sense he was about to say something else to try and make this whole situation better but Cuphead popped out from my parents room. He looked at me and Mugman and without saying him grabbed him by the arm and bolted out of my house. Leaving me with my fathers corpse. My mother came home a few minutes later. She had been at the market, buying new ingredients for what was supposed to be our dinner that night. But the moment she saw me, hugging my fathers dead body in the living room she let out the most blood curtailing scream I have ever heard. She phoned the police and they soon arrived at the house. My mother couldn't stop crying and hugging me, and I wasn't sure what to do. I had lost so much in the span of one day. I was heartbroken. A part of me looked at my mother and wished that it had been me that had been killed that day. Seeing my mother crying and grieving over the loss of her one true love was too much for me to bear. And knowing that I might have been the one who had brought the danger in, was killing me on the inside.

A few weeks after the incident my mother sat me down and explained to me that my Father had been involved with some shady people and that he had owed a lot of people money. And the police believe that was the cause for his death and they were now looking for the people who had killed him. At that moment I should have shouted and told my mother I knew who had killed him!, I knew who had killed my father! But I didn't. I sat at the table silent, weak and just plain scared. I got worse after my fathers passing, I stopped going to school, I stopped going out in general and I refused to leave my room most days. Everything just felt wrong. It felt wrong being woken up in the morning by the sun and not my father. It felt wrong eating at the table with just me and my mother without my father telling a really crappy dad joke every second. Life didn't feel the same and I didn't want to be a part of the change. I could tell that my mother was getting worried for my mental and physical health. And even though I really didn't want to upset or scare her, I just felt like no matter how hard I tried to get myself up and get better, I was constantly getting dragged back into my bed by my body every time. And I couldn't and didn't want to fight it at the time.

But after a few months my mother came into my room with my dinner on a plate and she sat down on my bed next to me. "I know that losing your father was hard on us, but baby I don't want you shutting yourself out anymore. I want you to go out and get your life back. Losing your father was the worst thing that could have happened to our family and you seeing as much as you did, I don't blame you for wanting to be alone. But I don't want that life for you, Please for me just..try and keep trying okay. That would be enough" She gave me a soft and loving tap on my shoulder before leaving me with the dinner she made me. My favourite. From that day on I decided that I would keep trying. I was going to get my life back on track for my mother and for my father. I wasn't going to let them down again and I was going to make them both proud.

That night I started doing some searching for maybe some hobbies I could pick up so that I could start getting out again and that's when I saw an ad for a boxing club. I wasn't sure at the start, as I wasn't sure if that was something I would be interested in or good at. But I decided not to second guess myself and put the tryout date on my calendar. The day of the tryouts came and I was shitting myself. Everyone around me looked like they knew what they were doing already and even though we were still kids some of them looked like they would be able to take down a grown adult. I tried to not look nervous because I didn't want people to be able to look at me and know I was totally new at this but I am pretty sure I failed miserably. We split into two groups and in my group I had been the only girl. I tried to have some conversation with the boys in my group but they weren't very chatty. During the tryouts they made us do some fitness assessments which included stuff like shadow boxing and heavy bag work, personally I quite liked doing the sparring and I got complimented on it as well by the leader. I started feeling way more confident at the tryouts and I was starting to get very serious about wanting to perform well.

The end came way too fast and the guy rounded us all up and told us that if we had earned a place at the group we would hear word in about a week's time. And when it comes to stuff like that I can't wait. Every day I would be running downstairs so I asked my mother if she had heard any news from the boxing group, and every time she would shake her head and say "Maybe we'll hear something tomorrow" I was starting to lose a little hope but I wanted to remain positive. And thankfully all my hard-work at the tryouts had paid off because on the Friday of that week, my mother came bursting through my bedroom door telling me that I got in. I had earned a place. I was ecstatic.

Boxing had become my favourite thing. And I got good at it as well. Every fight that I was doing I was mostly coming out on top. My first few fights I hadn't done well in, and I was losing badly. But my couch was great with me. He always knew what to say to get me back on my feet and back in the ring. I trained almost every night and begged my mother to buy me a boxing bag for the house so that I could train outside of the club as well. I got so good that my coach decided to sign me up for actual fights, which meant if I won I would get a prize, sometimes it was a trophy and sometimes it was money, but really I just cared about the smile on my mothers face when I would win. I did really well with my boxing and I started getting a name for myself and people started to like and know me. I have so many trophies in my house now because of all the matches I have won. The more I grew the more I got better the more I got better the more I started winning. Now as an adult I still do boxing but I do it professionally and I like to say I'm well liked. However my last and latest match didn't go as planned.

I had been told that this match was special. That the prize that I would receive if I won was huge and apparently to some it could be life changing. Again my main priority in my career wasn't the prize money, but a life changing amount of something did sound great. I had just been sitting in my room getting prepared for the match trying to amp myself up because I was feeling a little tense. The place the match was being held didn't look the greatest. It looked a little run down and shady but my coach had told me that it was legit so I trusted him, but the look of the place and the rooms still made me feel uneasy. But while sitting telling myself that I was going to win and that everything was going to be fine. I heard the room's door open. Thinking it was my couch or my mother I looked up expecting to see someone, I was surprised when I was met with no one. I stood up from the seat and I walked towards the door seeing if I was maybe imagining things and that maybe my unease was making me hear things, but while walking I felt someone kick my right leg making me fall to the ground due to the surprise. But before they could grab me from behind my survival instincts kicked in and I immediately grabbed the arm which was behind me, swinging it forward and making the person land on their back in front of me, while I quickly stood up. And then when I fully looked there was his face.

It hadn't changed. Sure he was grown now but nothing had changed. He had the same face, the same features, the same eyes. those stupid, pitiful, beautiful eyes. we stared at each other for what felt like fifteen seconds both looking and recognising each other before I gained my common sense and I jumped back and started shouting. "Help! Someone help me!" Realising what I was doing she scrambled up and he tried coming towards me with his hands up to his chest. "No Y/n, shut up, come on, shut up". Noticing that he was way too close to me for my liking I started swinging punches hoping that I could maybe get a hit on him and I would wound him enough for me to get out of the room but every swing I threw at him he was easily dodging them. "Christ, listen we need to be quiet", "Stop trying to hit me and let me explain for a second!". Of course I wasn't listening to him. Why would I, why would I let a murderer explain anything to me. But before I could take another swing he had grabbed my leg making me fall on my butt. He came down with me and covered my mouth with his hand. "Don't bite my hand I can see that's what you're wanting to do. But listen there is a gang here that would love to blow your head off if they knew you knew about their existence, so if you don't want to die today let's keep quiet, okay?". He looked at me waiting for a response and with what I had just heard I just nodded my head. Which made him take his hand away from my mouth. So now here we were, sat on the floor of the room I was getting ready in practically hiding from a gang that I wasn't even sure existed.

I moved away from him. I didn't want to be near him, I didn't want to even look at him. "thanks for the drop in but I think you should hide away from blood thirsty gang members in someone else's room. But then again isn't that the group you fit in with?" Mugman turned his head to look at me, looking pissed off. "Excuse me? believe it or not but I wasn't aware that this was your room, hell I didn't even know you became a boxer, didn't know that was your thing". I got farther away from him and he noticed me wanting to be as far away as possible. "I said what I said, get out. I don't want you here, I was hoping I would never see you again after what you did to me and my family". Mugman who was checking the room with his eyes, acting like the gang members would be camouflaged to the walls, finally looked me in the eyes. "You don't understand I had to, it was a job Y/n I had to do it, but believe me when I'm telling you I regretted it. Every second of it I regretted". His words even though he wanted them to be comforting just filled me with more rage. "A job? That was it then, was I just a job to you then? was that the plan the entire time to trick me so that you could sneak in and kill my father?" Mugman turned his full body towards me which let me get a proper look at him. "No, none of that was a part of the job, when we met and hung out none of that was fake, I did care..I care..d about you Y/n, but I had no other choice".

The way he was speaking reminded me so much of younger us, innocent us. When we would sit outside in the forest and read or just cuddle up next to each other on that shitty picnic blanket. I turned away from him not wanting him to see me get emotional, but also because I couldn't trust myself to not give into him. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Him checking his gear and his clothes, probably checking if there were any rips he would have to take care of later. As much as I wanted to just turn around and ignore him I knew I couldn't. Even when I would be walking outside and I saw his wanted poster it would make me stop, because even though everything that happened there was still that tiny part of me that missed that little boy that told me that he loved me more than anything in the world. The science was broken by my sniffing and I hated myself. I wanted to be strong and unbothered but seeing him after all these years was bringing up memories that I had promised myself I didn't care about anymore. "Y/n?" I felt him softly place a hand on my shoulder but I didn't turn around. "You've been in my head for years when I know you aren't supposed to be. It shouldn't have been so hard to let go".

I felt Mugman's hand fall from my shoulder. "I know nothing that I can say will change what I did that night, and I wish I could go back and change what happened that night, but the sad truth is, that is my life now. I can't change it but I wish I could. I never wanted to hurt you Y/n fuck it I loved you..I know that sounds so stupid since we had been so young but.." Before he could finish what he was saying I turned around again to face him. "Say that again". He looked a bit puzzled. "Say you loved me again". "I loved you Y/n, fuck I still do.." While looking at him I couldn't help a small smile and chuckle fall from my lips. I put my hand over my eyes and I leaned back a little as my lips forced a smile on my face. "Jesus, I swear the universe has something against me". Mugs smiled a little as well, finally letting himself relax "If we had never met, It would have saved us both some grief" Taking my hands of my eyes I let out a sigh I wasn't even aware I had been keeping in. "Yeah but that's the most fucked up thing isn't it, I wouldn't have had it any other way...I just wish it had played out differently".

Y/n's POV

Would I say I'm famous. Yes, definitely. For the right reasons and causes. No. But does that really matter? Ever since I was just a tiny little kid I wanted to be famous and spoken about and now I'm living my dream. Okay yeah sure, I didn't plan on becoming a bounty hunter and start killing people, but hey that's just life. If you really want something really badly then you don't mind the small things you have to do to make that dream come true. Yes sure people are terrified of me and a huge part of me loves that. It's the power and the control, who wouldn't love that. Knowing that almost everyone knows who I am and are talking about me. But of course there is that tiny part of me which wishes that my fame wasn't built on such horrendous acts I've committed. But you eventually start to push those feelings down and away. Cause what can I say, a job is a job and money is money. We do what we need to do. Fame is just a perk of the job. It's me and my best friend Riella. Me and her got into this shit young. Got into shady business and started making deals and speaking to shady people. We eventually got ourselves into trouble. It wasn't like we could easily escape or just disappear, we were too deep. And it had been all my fault. We both came from really poor families. She wanted to help her family out. Riella just wanted to be a good daughter. However on the other hand all I thought about was the money for myself and becoming rich. I was selfish and proud. I didn't even think twice before agreeing to something because all I thought about was the money I would be getting and what I could purchase. I fucked it for both of us when I went to far. My eyes were bigger than my stomach some would say. I said I would do a job. I wanted to do it myself so I would get all the money for myself. But I messed up. I failed and these men we had been talking to and running around for didn't take kindly to failures. I held my head low and I had been accepting punishment, hell I thought that I would be dead that night. Until she stepped in. I hadn't even been aware she had been out that night but she stopped any harm coming towards me by telling the men that we would work for them and do any job they needed doing until we "paid back" how much I had lost them. I begged her to fuck off and let me take the punishment myself but she refused. She stood tall, she looked so brave even though we were children talking to these shady men that would most likely kill us if they really wanted to but they agreed. We were no longer just kids that would get to say no, we were now practically their new shiny play toys.

Riella had to stop staying with her parents because it was too dangerous living there with our new lifestyle and I never really had anyone anyway. That night while we were getting "comfy" in our new house and room I heard her start to sniffle. I remember I begged for her forgiveness that night. I got on my knees in front of her "bed" which was just a really old shitty mattress and begged. I told her she could shout at me she could hit me, hell I told her that she was allowed to do anything to me so that she could get her anger out, but she didn't. She smiled at me softly running a hand through her hair. She told me that she wouldn't have let me get hurt and that we knew what we were getting ourselves into when we were doing the odd little jobs for these men. She made it clear she wasn't mad or holding a grudge but I refused to believe it. If it had been me in her shoes I would be calling her "weak", "selfish" and a "coward". But that's when it hit me, she wasn't doing any of that because she was better than me. And of course she was. Who wasn't?

We grew fast. We were wobbly at the start while fighting but we soon got the hang of it, fast. Soon after we got the hang of fighting we started getting sent on to dangerous jobs. While living with the Shady ass men we had seen horrible things especially what they did to people that crossed or pissed them off. So we knew exactly what they wanted us to do to these people when we caught them. While being young it was easy for us to catch people out, because who would think two little girls on the streets would be wanting to hurt and kill people. Little to no one. So that worked for a while but when we started to grow up we had to get sneakier and just all around better. And we did, of course we did. We were that good we got our faces on wanted posters. Riella hated seeing herself on the wanted posters always tearing them down not wanting to see them but I was different. I loved seeing myself up there. This to me was my fame. People were looking at my face and talking about me. I saw the posters as something to be proud of, and trust me I was. But that's when I noticed another pair of bounty hunters. The little cup brothers. I of course had seen their posters around town as well as ours but I thought nothing of it. Until I noticed that there were more posters of them than us. Their posters were even put on top of ours! and that pissed me off. Riella could have cared less about them as she just wanted to focus on our work so I agreed and decided that I would just forget the whole situation but that got harder when we got older.

Almost every job we were given, those stupid brothers would be somewhere near, also pulling a job. Now I wouldn't mind that at all, but of course they would feel the need to show off. They had something we didn't and that was their magic. Me and Riella only had our proper weapons and are natural fighting skills, which I think made us stronger and better than those two but when it comes down to looks when they are jumping around the place with their red and blue magic powers you don't really care or think about anyone else around them. Meaning that me and Riella started to slip away in the public's eye. And even in this period of time Riella was liking the public view on us and how we had been known. But now because of these two idiots they were the only Bounty hunters that were getting spoken about and feared by the public. Which pissed me and Riella off. So of course that meant we tried everything to outshine them, being more ruthless with our targets,giving ourselves new dangerous looks, but nothing we did seemed to be as good as them. Their posters were everywhere and under about ten of their were one of ours. And even then our posters looked old as hell, while their's were new and pristine looking. But what pissed us off most was the smug look on their faces whenever they finished a job faster than us or when they did their cool little magic tricks during a fight. We both agreed. We did not like each other.

Which wasn't the greatest when we both ended up in an old broken down warehouse. Me and Riella had been close to the place because we had been told that some gang was supposed to be carrying or trying to trade with another gang a very expensive object that our guys wanted for themselves, so it was supposed to be an easy in and out job. Well that was until we heard their voices. God knows what they were there for, maybe they were just having a stroll or they were going to go somewhere for a job but the red one spotted me and Riella and shouted across grabbing our attention. I didn't want to talk to the imbeciles but he just kept shouting random shit, clearly wanting to get a reaction out of one of us but it wasn't happening, I was refusing to give him what he wanted, So me and Riella just stood trying to concentrate on our job. Seeing that he wasn't getting what he wanted from just standing and shouting he decided to move towards us. His brother or whatever tried to get him to forget it and get back to moving forward away from the warehouse and us but the moment he started moving we all heard it. A twig snap. Me and Riella moved slightly just with our heads and made eye contact with the boys but before we could properly react people jumped out of hiding and started shooting at us. Me and Riella started dodging immediately as we had been shot at before meaning we knew what to do in situations like these. I saw an opening in the abandoned ware house window that I could jump in and get a little protection from the bullets so while making sure that no one that was shooting me was watching I jumped through the window and ducked gaining a little bit of safety for the moment.

I wasn't sure where Riella had gone. In the chaos of it all I wasn't able to clearly see the direction she had jumped to. But I knew that wherever she was she was fine because I knew she could handle herself so I wasn't stressing. I had my back to the brick wall and was trying to steady my breathing when I heard breathing from inside the building. I wasn't alone, great. I grabbed the knife that I always kept in my boot and got it prepared in case I had to sneak attack someone, But I slowly crawled forward making sure I wasn't making too much noise but making sure I wasn't harming my knees with the rubble on the floor. But when I slowly peeked around the corner I didn't see danger, I saw the red cup sitting on the ground with a gun shot wound in his arm. While I was looking he must have felt my gaze because he looked up and met my gaze. We looked at each other for a second before he gave me a goofy smile "Hey seems we had the same idea, huh". I looked behind me out the window checking to see if any of the guys who were shooting would be able to see if I moved closer to him and thankfully from where we were sitting and ducking no one was around or able to see us, we were lucky. I quickly crawled closer to him and the closer I got the more I noticed that he was trying to stop the bleeding on his arm. "I'm surprised someone like you who has magic was shot, thought you guys were practically invincible" I said as I rolled my eyes and sat close to him, still making sure our surroundings were safe and not dangerous.

He shrugged his shoulders still giving me that stupid goofy grin. "Meh guess we're not all that great then, but don't worry it's fine, I've been shot loads of times, I know what a serious bullet wound feels like, this is more of a scratch". I can't lie I did feel for him when he said that he had been shot a lot because it had been the same for me and Riella, the amount of times we had to pluck a bullet out of each other was alarming. But he could clearly see that I was just a tiny bit worried for his safety because he kept talking. "that sounded more reassuring in my head, thought It would make me sound hardcore". Again I felt my eyes roll but I was able to spot a really old dusty first aid kit near us. "Whatever Mr magic just sit down, I've spotted a first aid kit". I again slowly crawled forward and grabbed the first aid kit and hoped that it wasn't empty or half used. Thankfully there was still some stuff in the first aid kit, I grabbed the conforming bandages and the alcohol wipes. Getting the bullet out of his arm was the toughest part, I only had my knife from my boot which would be useful in this scenario so I had to use that to scoop the bullet out. Which is very painful and the sounds he was making while I was trying to grab it confirmed it was hurting him, every grunt he made I would whisper an apology but again as he said we weren't new to having to do all of this. After that bloody mess I was able to finally get it out of his arm, I started wiping his arm with the wipes so I could get the bandages on and I would be done helping him and I could get back to finding Riella and killing these bastards who thought it was funny sneaking up on us.

I could tell the cup was getting bored of sitting in silence and I was proven right when he started talking again. "By the way the names Cuphead not Mr Magic or whatever you called me". He looked at me like he was expecting an answer back but I just continued cleaning his wound and getting the bandage ready. "Aw come on why you being all silent now, I know you aren't mute as you were speaking before". I took a deep breath in and got ready to tightly bandage his arm. "We are playing the quiet game". "The quiet game?" "Yes, now we both lost. thanks". He looked at me confused for a split second but he again gave me a stupid smile. "You know there is no need to be a grump once you bandage my arm, I'm going to get back out there and get rid of those guys out there and that means you won't have to worry your pretty little head about them anymore, hell I'll practically be your saviour". I felt my eye twitch and I tightened the bandage on his arm making him give out a little yelp as he turned to look at me. "Yeah I am bandaging up your arm, which really you should be doing yourself but whatever, I can take care of myself thank you, meaning I'm going to go out there and take care of those guys myself". He rolled his eyes and turned a little away from me still letting me treat his arm but he was acting like a toddler. We sat in silence again until we heard gunshots. Which made us both turn frantically and almost at the same time we let out little yelps "Mugs!", "Riella!".

We caught each other's eyes and of course, how could I forget his brother or whoever he is always with. He was the same as me he was split just like I was split from Riella. I tried to get a look out of the window when the gun shots stopped but I couldn't see anything and that got me a little panicked. I had every faith in Riella but not knowing where she was or what she was doing was making me think non happy thoughts. But while I had my back to Cuphead, or whatever he had called himself I felt a hand on my back and I turned around. Meeting his face which also looked a bit panicked and now serious. "Listen I know we've never really...got on, sure me and mugs are way cooler than you and your friend like wayyy cooler". I gave him a cold glare not liking where this little "pep talk" was heading. He noticed and shook his head a little and got back on track "Never mind, but what I'm trying to say is that those fuckers have attacked both of us today, which is not cool, so what do you say truce?" He held his hand out to me while waiting. On one hand I would be joining up with a flashy bastard who for ages I could not stand but on the other hand..maybe he wasn't that bad. With a simple nod I grabbed his hand and gave it a little shake, agreeing. "You're the last person I want to rely on, but right now. You're all I've got".

He stands up quickly which makes him stumble a little but he caught himself quick and gave me a thumbs up while smiling. "God save me" I muttered as I also stood up. I grabbed my knife getting ready to fight but I felt something drop in my hands and I saw it was one of Cupheads guns. "What are you doing, why are you giving me this?". He shrugged and just smirked "Don't know guess I just thought you would look good shooting that gun, Now come on lets go kill these fuckers!" Before I could even agree he ran straight out of the doors of the ware house straight into the fight. Of course I ran right after him but wow, just wow. The way he jumped into the battle was crazy the way he was able to take out people so fast was scary but amazing. I felt like I was glued just watching him but I saw out of the corner of my eye that Riella was also out fighting some of the guys and that made me run straight towards the fight as well. I wasn't going to look like the weak link of the group. The moment that I joined I felt powerful with Cupheads gun it felt so natural in my hands and it was easy to operate. I was definitely stealing this after all this was done. While fighting I felt a gush of wind pass me and I noticed it was him jumping and flying around with his smoke bombs. "I never thought I'd be fighting alongside you. Feels weird doesn't it". He shouts as he laughs smiling at me. And when he smiles at me I feel my face start to burn up and turn red.

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel Adam x fallen angel reader

Summary: Y/n see's someone she never wanted to see again but while seeing him all the feelings she wanted to keep bottled away end up showing up at the worst possible time.

WARNING: mention of a toxic relationship

Y/n Pov

I used to be an exorcist when I lived in heaven. I was a great one always getting a high number of kills every time we went down always trying my best. But I didn't care about the killings I didn't find them fun or rewarding the only reason that I had joined and wanted to be an exorcist was so I could be close to the commander Adam. For some odd reason, I had grown to want to be near him and want his attention I would perform well in training hoping that he would see and notice me. My day would only be good if Adam looked or even better said anything to me I had grown too long for his attention and when he started coming up to me and telling me how good I was doing in battle training and how I was one of the best that he had seen and how well my number of kills had been and that I should keep it up and I had a lot of potential. I couldn't have been happier and if he was in a very good mood he would sometimes even put his hand on my shoulder or back congratulating me and he would give me one of his smiles that sometimes I believed where only meant for me to see. I felt like everything in my life was perfect and nothing could ruin it I had never felt more alive and useful.

But then the dreaded day came when everything changed. I had grown close to another exorcist by the name of Vaggie she was very similar to me which made us connect better I thought of her as my best friend. While we were killing sinners I noticed that Vaggie had stopped and let a child slip away. I was just going to ignore the whole situation thinking everyone else would as well but that was before Lute Adam's second in command started attacking Vaggie making her lose one of her eyes. I couldn't stand and watch as my best friend was getting punished for something that I believed had been morally correct so I jumped in and tried to protect Vaggie but because I wasn't as strong as Lute she had easily overpowered me just like she had done with Vaggie. She ripped my wings off my back and I couldn't help but let out a blood curtailing scream as I hit the floor. When I looked back up barely conscious I noticed Adam was now standing next to Lute as she explained that we had both betrayed heaven and that we were traitors for letting a sinner escape and we should be left here to die. I wanted to scream and tell her she was wrong and Vaggie had only been doing what was right and that I was only standing up for her but no matter how hard I tried nothing came out of my mouth. Adam then looked me in my eyes I was pleading begging that he would see that we were in the right and that she should be the one left here to rot but that didn't happen he looked at me like I was nothing I was the gum that got stuck to his shoe I had never experienced that look from him before and I felt betrayed. He turned away with Lute and left me and Vaggie in hell we both became fallen angels and I was heartbroken.

But now here I was fighting against people who I used to fight with and call friends. I was now on the sinner's side and I couldn't have been happier now I knew that I was fighting for the right cause. I had killed a few angels by the time I saw Adam up in the sky shooting every sinner he could see it looked like he wasn't even aiming at this point just trying to harm as many people as he could not caring about the damage that he was causing. However, I kept on fighting just trying to do as much damage to the angels as I could wanting Charlie's plan to succeed and all my friends to get the chance to be redeemed like they deserved. While I was fighting I hadn't noticed that I had ended up moving to a spot that was nowhere near any of my friends I was shielded from everyone's view but before I could move and get back to the others I suddenly got pushed back by the force of wind making me fall over. I looked up and Adam was right in front of me smiling his wings extended but his smile was not the smile that I used to receive from him this one was more cold and eerie. "Well, Well, Well I wondered where you were you know I was trying to find ya this whole fight but fuck where you good at hiding almost like you didn't want to see me".

I stood up quickly and brushed myself off holding my angelic spear out and pointing it directly at him. "That's because I didn't want to see you and why would I". Adam stared laughing and then pointed at me "You are really trying to make me believe that you would use that on me sorry doll but you don't have the guts". I just continued to stand my ground "I've changed since the last time you saw me I'm not the little exorcist who used to hang onto your every word anymore". Adam just smirked and walked closer to me but I refused to move I didn't want to seem weak by moving back I wasn't going to let him view me as weak. "you mean you're actually going to kill me" Again he moved forward I just nodded gripping my spear harder "I mean just that". Adam then positioned himself right in front of my spear I could move forward by an inch and the spear would go straight through his chest killing him. "Well go ahead" he stood looking confident just staring into my eyes not even blinking. "I'll do this my own way".

Pairings: Hazbin Hotel Adam x Angel reader, a Little bit of Lucifer x Angel Y/n at the start

Summary: Angel Y/n realizes that she and the first man Adam might have a little more in common than she thought.

Y/n's Pov (Before Lucifer fell)

(FLASHBACK)

I believed that when I had met him I had met the one. Me and Lucifer had met when I had bumped into him while we were both flying around. I was immediately charmed by his laugh his smile his way with words it was like speaking to someone who you knew was going to stick around and love you forever. Everything felt like it was going my way and I couldn't be happier he had told me that he loved me and that we were made to be together. I had never felt like I belonged more than I did at that moment believing every word that Lucifer had said like it was holy text but everything started turning sour when Lucifer started going down to the Garden of Eden. He had told me that he wanted to go down and just see how the humans were getting along and how different they were from us. And at the start, it was okay he would come back and tell me all about the humans and how fascinating they were and how much they looked like us just without wings, and how at this stage they were so pure and innocent.

But the more he went down the more I suddenly felt him drift away from me. He would come back and refuse to talk to me or just tell me he was too tired to talk it was hurting me and I started believing that I had done something to push him away. So one night after he had come back from Eden I decided that I wasn't going to leave him alone until I got an answer on what was going on. "Have I done something to anger you, Luci?" He just looked at me then he looked at the ground "No why would you think that" He tried to move past me but I stood my ground "Because you've changed we used to do stuff me and you but now we barely see each other your always down at Eden looking at those humans and when you come back you refuse to talk or look at me". He again looked at the floor but this time he took a deep breath and finally looked me in the eyes. "I can't lie to you anymore Y/n I've fallen for the human Lilith she just...completes me and I truly believe that we are soulmates". I didn't know what I was expecting to hear but that wasn't it. I felt tears well up in my eyes "But...you said we were soulmates, you said you loved me. you... you can't just leave me for this...other woman Lucifer we are supposed to be the ones truly in love".

Lucifer again took a deep breath clearly trying to stay as calm and collected as possible. "Y/n why can't you understand you are the other woman... I don't love you anymore please forgive me Y/n I... I never meant to hurt you but..." I let my tears fall down my cheeks out of anyone that he could have fallen for it had to be the human. "So what all the I love yous before you left every morning just meant nothing to you they were just empty lies and every morning after saying you loved me you would go see her and love her!". He again looked at the ground not saying anything I had loved this man more than anything and I thought he had loved me back. "Just go Lucifer please just...go". He tried to again apologize but I shut him down just telling him to leave I didn't even want to see him anymore I was too hurt. After a few seconds, he flew off and the minute that he had left my view I fell to my knees and sobbed I couldn't believe that in his eyes I had just been the woman that he needed to escape so he could be with the one he really wanted. I felt nothing but complete heartbreak.

(PRESENT DAY)

It had been a couple of months since Lucifer had left me for Lilith and to say I wasn't still heartbroken would be a lie but I had tried my best to move on. But I had heard through some Angels that Lucifer and Lilith had both been thrown down to a place called hell because they had convinced a human named Eve to eat a forbidden apple or something like that giving humans free will. I knew that the human Adam had recently passed away and had joined us up here in heaven but I hadn't seen him. But I wasn't sure what had happened to Eve lots of angels believed because she took the forbidden apple she was to be sent to hell but we were never really sure.

I had been sitting on a ledge in heaven that I normally sit on when I want to be alone and watch the sunset because not many people knew about it but that peace and quiet when I heard someone behind me clearly having some sort of trouble by the number of curse words they were using so I turned around to see what was happening and that's when I saw him. It was the first man who was clearly having trouble getting used to his wings but then I didn't blame him all of this stuff must be very new and confusing to him.

"Are you okay over there?". He jumped a little clearly he hadn't noticed me but he then put on an overconfident smile. "Yup I'm a natural at this babe so I'm completely fine just a little wind you know completely threw me off so technically wind fault that I mucked up". I couldn't help but smile at his explanation clearly trying to show off but I didn't mind. "Hmm yeah, I guess you're right the wind has been a little heavier recently" We both knew I was lying heaven has the perfect weather every day but he must have liked that I had played along because he started walking closer to me. "Yeah sucks but hey my name is Adam I'm actually the.." before he could continue I finished off his sentence for him "The first man yes I know I've heard lots of angels talk about you and how you got into heaven". He looked at me a little shocked but then sat down next to me. "It's so weird having people already know me before they've met me I feel like everyone is talking about me right now and it's kinda making me nervous you know like I just got here and people are bombarding me with questions and stuff".

"Well to be fair Adam you were the first man ever created you are special God created you so no wonder everyone is talking about you and until now we hadn't realized that human souls can get into heaven so now you are also the first human soul to enter heaven". He just sat there looking forward at the sunset muttering the words "Special" and "First man" but then he suddenly looked at me and gave me a small smile. "So what's your deal why are you sitting here all alone would think angels would be hanging out with each other and all that crap". I just shrugged my shoulder "I normally do but I come out here when I want to think and reminisce". He looked at me a little confused "reminisce about what?" I looked forward to the sunset not wanting to make eye contact with him "I had a love I believed that he was the one you know perfect fit but I soon found out that he loved a human and left me for her they got what they deserved but what can I say it hurt Lucifer his name was". Then that's when I remembered who I was talking to another human who knew Lilith and was also her husband but before I could turn around and apologize he stared talking.

"Yeah, she hurt me too I loved her I really did but yeah she left me for that fucker said that I wasn't good enough anymore and that she loved him more than I got Eve and then she cheated on me with him...it was like I couldn't win you know". For the first time, I had never really thought that Lilith would have had to leave Adam to be with Lucifer so I never had thought about how he would have felt about the whole thing but now seeing his face and the pain that was written on it I knew he was going through the exact thing I was going through. "It does hurt and I'm so sorry that happened to you, you never deserved that" We were now both looking at each other and I grabbed his hand wanting in some way to comfort him. "Meh well like you said they got what they deserved they are now both in a horrible place and it should stay that way what they both get for hurting us". I nodded agreeing with everything that he was saying. Continuing to hold each other's hand we sat and watched the sunset again in silence until I started talking. "You know if you would like I can help you get better at flying it will take a bit of practice but once you get the hang of it it's one of the best things to do". Adam nodded and smiled "Yeah I would like that just as long as you don't tell anyone because I don't want them to think that I can't fly". I put my hand on my heart and swore "I promise I won't tell a soul it stays between me and you"

Adam smiled "You know I think I get what you mean by sitting here by yourself it's nice and calming we should totally make it our special place". I just looked at him "Our special place?" He then sat up a bit straighter "Yeah you know only me and you can come here and we can tell each other stuff and if we feel shit we can talk to each other about it and look at the sunset with each other like our little getaway it would be so cool so what do you say me and you from now on no more sitting by yourself!" I just nodded while smiling he was definitely different but I liked that and it was nice to have someone who understood and wanted to spend time with me...I wasn't alone anymore and I felt happy.

Pairing: Billy loomis x reader

Summary: Y/n knows of Billy Loomis always seeing him in the halls or seeing him sit with his friends at lunch but she has never spoken to him. That is until she is walking home at night by herself and bumps into Prince charming himself.

Y/n’s pov

Of course, it's just my luck that I have to walk home in the dark by myself. I had been at my friend's house and we both had completely forgotten about the time and again just my luck my friend's parents hadn't been in so they couldn’t even give me a lift. So here I was scared out of my mind practically jumping at any noise that I heard. But I just kept telling myself that I was being paranoid and that everything would be fine but I still knew how long a walk I had to my house and this new killer on the loose didn't settle my nerves at all.

So I just kept my head up and tried to walk as fast as I could but suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me making my head immediately turn but there was nothing there no little small animal or just a person so I took a breath in and just told myself that I was imagining things. But when I turned around to again start walking I was now face-to-face with someone and I let out a little scream which made the boy jump a little problem not expecting it. The more I looked at the boy I realised just who it was.

Billy Loomis, I had never spoken to the boy but I had seen him in the halls or sitting with his friends at the water fountain but I had never actually spoken to him. “Oh my god I'm sorry for screaming but that's kind of what you get for sneaking up on someone” Billy chucked himself slightly and rubbed the back of his neck “Sorry didn't mean to scare you that bad but I just thought I'd come up to you, you know it is dangerous walking by yourself at night”. I gave him a quick smile “Yes well sadly I have no choice I was with my friends and her parents weren't home to give me a lift”. Billy just nodded and we stood for a second in silence just looking at each other until he started speaking again.

“Well if you want I could always walk you back home you know make sure you are safe” I couldn't tell if he was serious or not but I did like the idea of walking with someone rather than walking by myself so I nodded “well if you don't mind I would like that I've never been a fan of the dark I always feel like someone is getting ready to attack you”. I started walking and Billy started walking beside me “So why were you walking by yourself at this time if you know it's dangerous”. He just shrugged “I kinda like the dark I think it's peaceful and relaxing with everyone away and the silence except for the odd animal or something like that but you don't need to worry about me if anyone did try to attack me or something I am very capable of fighting back”. I just giggled “Well thank you so much for giving up on your peaceful and relaxing walk to make sure I get home okay your like my very own Prince Charming”.

Now that made him laugh and I don’t think I had ever heard Billy laugh until now “Prince charming that's a first do you treat every guy that saves you from walking home at night or does he have to be as charming as me to get a label like that” that in return made me laugh “Oh yes because it's just a normal thing for me to have guys sneak up on me at night and then offer to walk me home because I guess I'm just that popular” I playfully roll my eyes and I see Billy make a fake shocked face “Wow I didn't realise I was walking with such a big time celebrity we better be careful in case your fans get too possessive” he gives me a wry smile and I can't help the stupid big smile that's appeared on my face while talking to him “oh well then you better watch out my fans might not like that you were the lucky one to walk me home tonight they might get jealous”

“Jealous of me come on y/n don't make me laugh” he chuckled softly but then turned his attention back on me “But don't you worry if a jealous boy were to show up I would handle him easily quick and simple” I just playfully rolled my eyes again “ I would love to see that, that would make this night even better” Billy then let out a little laugh “well who knows maybe one day and I'll be fighting in your honour because of how much of a gentleman I am”. I again laugh “ I would love to see that just call me up and I'll be running” Billy then looked at me with a smirk on his face “And what makes you think that I would actually call?” he raised an eyebrow and waited for me to answer.

“Well, I would like to think you would call after all you are my prince charming”. His smile got even wider and he got a little bit closer to me as we continued to walk “Well if I did become your Prince charming I suppose you would have to give me a kiss goodnight, right?” I felt a small blush come on my face I thought “I guess it would” I noticed that we were not at my house and we both stopped “So, y/n we are at your house, aren't we, I don't suppose you could spare me a little goodnight kiss, could you”. I could still feel the blush on my face and I knew that I probably looked like an idiot but I tried my best to play it cool “Well I can't say no to my prince charming now can I” I kissed him on the cheek “thank you so much for walking me home you are such a gentleman Billy Loomis”.

Billy had a soft smile on his face as my lips touched his cheek and he winked before he responded “I'm just doing my job y/n but I suppose I should take my leave now…the Princess must rest after such a hard night out”. I walked to my door and Billy followed me “Of course, I am so tired from the long walk and you know how princesses are we are all very weak and fragile” I smirked at him and he returned it “How could I forget I suppose I'll take my leave now… unless you wanted to invite me in because you are so fragile and weak and you need some help from your Prince charming”. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I wasn't going to stop him and even better my parents were out so we wouldn't be interrupted it was like this was just meant to happen.

“Well if Prince Charming would like to come in I am just too weak and fragile and tired to fight him on it” I opened my door and me and Billy walked in “Well if you're offering I guess I could come inside” his tone then turned into a teasing one “It might be dangerous for me to walk home by myself now you know since there are just so many monsters in the shadows” I led him to the living room and he started making himself comfortable on the couch “ see now you have to stay I wouldn't want my protector to get hurt now would I and anyway it is the least I could do”. I sat down next to him on the couch turning the TV on so we could watch something. “I hope I'm not disturbing you y/n I don't want to be intruding you know” I just shook my head “Now how could you be disturbing me if anything you've made my night so much better”.

While I was looking at the stuff to watch on the TV I felt Billy’s fingers on my face and he turned my face so that I was looking right at him. “I'm glad you feel that way because I can think of something that can make this night way more enjoyable” Again I felt my face flush and Billy started leaning closer to me and before I knew it he started kissing me and of course, I kissed him back my hands making there way up to his hair but before anything else could happen Billy stopped kissing me and I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around and saw the Ghost face killer I tried to scream or run but before I could do any of that the masked killer plunged their knife into my chest so fast I couldn't even count how many times they had done it. I felt myself fall off the couch and I saw Billy still just sitting there his face blank of expression I wanted to tell him to run or fight or do something but he smiled at the masked killer and then got off the couch and kneeled next to me and I saw the horrible and evil smirk he had on his face and I put two and two together and realised he was with the killer “Ya know y/n you shouldn't let strangers in your house they might just want to kill you no matter how nice they act but thanks for the kiss appreciate it”.

hope you have a good day x

A/N hello! thank you so much for the request I read it and immediately loved it and I also love the idea of Stu in a suit it just had to be written so I really hope you enjoy it!

My Plus one

Pairing: Stu Macher x reader

I have known Stu Macher all my life we have been best friends for as long as I can remember and he has always been my rock. So I wasn't surprised when Stu asked if I would be his plus one to a wedding he was invited to. I didn't know the couple personally but I knew that the groom and Stu knew each other because their parents were friends and when they were young they would hang out a little.

I was overjoyed I had never gone to a wedding before so when Stu asked if I would accompany him I jumped for joy thanking him for ages. But because this was my first wedding I was going to I was taking this very seriously I wanted to make sure I looked good and wouldn't ruin any of the pictures by looking dreadful.

Knowing Stu I knew If I didn't drag him to get something fancy to wear he would end up just wearing his jumper and just a pair of jeans and I wasn't having that so when I went out to go pick a dress I took him to get a nice suit. I picked a lovely black dress that showed my curves amazingly and it made me feel so confident in myself which was exactly what I needed. And because Stu wanted to match with me he got himself a black suit that looked great it really showed off his body in all the right places. And I can't lie when he came out and modelled it for me I couldn't stop the blush that suddenly started appearing on my face.

On the day of the wedding, I couldn't have been more excited. We found where to sit and everything was lovely and emotional the bride and groom looked amazing and the vows were honestly so beautiful I couldn't help the tears that slipped out Stu of course started teasing me about it calling me a crybaby but I just playfully slapped his arm. So after they officially got married, the best man's speech, and stuff like that it was finally time for dinner and then the big party at the end of the night.

Me and Stu found where we were sitting and Jesus I couldn't stop talking about how great the venue looked everything was gold. It was like we had just walked into a fucking Palace I started wondering about how much this all must have cost. We also found out that sitting with us at our table was the bride's aunt and uncle and they were lovely. We were all just chatting away eating then the bride's aunt looked at me and Stu.

“So how long have you been going out and may I say you both are a very cute couple”. I felt like I was turning into a tomato I looked over at Stu and he was the same I didn't know what to say because I'm not going to lie I did have feelings for Stu but I knew he only saw me as a friend so even though it hurt I just laughed the comment off. “Haha, actually we’re best friends we've known each other for ages”. The couple just looked at each other and then started having their own separate conversation. My face was still red and when I was about to make a joke about it to Stu I completely froze when I saw that he was actually looking a little upset so I just continued eating.

We had all eaten our dinner and had our lovely desserts. Stu ended up getting the chocolate cake all over his face I swear he eats worse than a toddler sometimes and I had to quickly try to get it off with my napkin which sort of worked we went through a lot of napkins. But It was finally time for the big finally party the lights changed colours and everyone started joining the bride and groom on the dance floor.

I wasn't the biggest dancer to be straight up I don't think I can dance very well but Stu on the other hand can take over the dance floor and become the centre of attention in a second. Stu got up and asked if I was coming but I just said that I would wait until I was a little less full he smiled at me nodded and ran straight to the dance floor.

I genuinely think that this was the happiest Stu had been the whole day because I hadn't seen him this hyper and Happy. I found I couldn't pull my eyes away from him while he was on the dance floor the way he looked so happy the way his suit made him look stunning and the lights made him look so handsome and that's the exact moment me watching him dance that I realised that I had fallen hard for my fucking best friend. But what was I supposed to do I couldn't act on it could I? he thought of me as a best friend and I didn't want to ruin our friendship just because of something stupid like this.

But while I was dying on the inside kicking myself for falling for Stu he came up to me put his hand out and asked me if I wanted to dance with him. And of course, the dance had to be a slow dance I of course, said yes and I took his hand as we both made our way to the dance floor. I put my hand on his shoulder already holding his other hand and I felt him put his hand on my lower back the song started and we started dancing.

“You know I don't think I told you this tonight but you look really nice tonight y/n like really nice”. I giggled but then started feeling the blush come back to my face “You look great as well Stu you really suit a suit” he laughed at that and we continued dancing. I was listening to the song lyrics and I couldn't help but notice that the more me and Stu danced the smaller the gap between our lips appeared and the way we were both looking at each other it was like everything around us had stopped and the only people that mattered were me and Stu. So I decided to be brave for once in my life and I took a deep breath and closed the gap between us kissing him.

I thought that the moment I kissed him he would pull away and I would be devastated but I was wrong Stu kissed back. After a few seconds, we both pulled away for air and both our faces were red and we both looked like we wanted to say something to each other but to escape having to have that awkward conversation right now about what had just happened I put my head on his shoulder and we continued dancing I felt Stu relax when I put my head on his shoulder making me feel a tiny bit better about the whole situation.

At the end of the night, everyone went home we said goodbye to the bride and groom and me and Stu were left alone waiting for the cab that he had called I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole we hadn't spoken about the kiss at all and I was to scared too. But that was until I heard Stu clear his throat and I turned around to face him ready for him to tell me that he doesn’t like me like that and that I’ve just ruined our whole friendship just like I thought I would.

“I need to know…do you like, like me” I looked at this boy astonished “Stu I just kissed you I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t like, like you”. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out an awkward laugh “Okay yeah you’re right I’m sorry it’s just I didn’t think you would like me like that”. Before he could finish his sentence I put my hands on my face and as quickly as I could I ushered out the best apology I could.

“Listen Stu I’m so sorry okay I know you don’t like me like that and you think of us as only friends and really I’m okay with that but tonight I just don’t know what got over me and I guess I’ve just liked you for ages and tonight I was brave enough to try and act on it and…it’s okay if you don’t want to be friends anymore”. I took a deep breath trying to get ready for whatever you would say knowing that it would possibly break my heart but instead, he took my hands away from my face and gave me one of his stupid heartfelt smiles that he knew always made me feel better.

“Hey, hey that’s not it at all I was going to say I didn’t think you would like me like that because I thought you were way too good for me. Y/n I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and tonight when we kissed I thought that I had drank too much and started hallucinating”. I could feel tiny little tears start to collect in my eyes “Wait so are you saying you like, like me too” Stu put his hand on my face and without missing a beat he kissed me again.

Billy Loomis

Billy has just fallen in love with you all over again. This boy thinks that your tattoos are the coolest things he has ever seen and is obsessed with every single one of them. He also thinks you are tough for having so many.

He will want to know the story of all your tattoos and while you are explaining he will be sitting and listening intensely. He finds all your tattoo stories interesting and he wants you to know that he cares.

If you have any horror-related tattoos this man will lose his mind. He loves that you enjoy horror movies so much that you would get a quote from a movie or character permanently on you. He thinks that's real devotion.

He will ask if you would want to get a matching tattoo with him and knowing him it would be a cute little horror thing that both of you could put on your arms. I don't think he would want anything huge on him.

He wants to come to every appointment because let's face it this boy is the jealous type. He comes along for your support but also because he is ready to punch the tattoo artist if they start getting too handsy with you.

When you have a freshly done tattoo Billy loves staring at it. He loves the ink sack and will ask if he can touch it every 3 minutes. He just loves seeing all the ink move around. (and he loves seeing the leftover blood)

Stu Macher

Love, love, loves your tattoos he finds them so cool and beautiful and he thinks you look so badass with them. And he loves that when he's bored he can literally just outline your tattoos with his fingers he finds it so relaxing.

Every second would be asking if you could get matching tattoos and coming up with silly little ideas. But he wouldn't care what the tattoo is he just wants to match with you.

Stu loves listening to the stories of your tattoos he thinks that the stories make them more special. Sure he loves the tattoos that you got because you thought they looked good but listening to you go into detail about why you got your tattoos and the way your face shows so much emotion and love towards them when you tell the stories makes it easier for him to also love your tattoos as much as you do.

This man will draw you tattoos. He will come running up to you with a random drawing and just place it on a part of your body and say that's where you should get it. He is very determined to have you get one of his drawings tattooed on you and he takes so much time and effort on the drawings as well.

Will be coming to all your appointments he loves watching. He will also have many snacks for you and will have water he is very prepared. When you are finished you better believe this man will be going on about how great the tattoo looks on you.

Billy Loomis

Don’t get me wrong Billy thought you were a great artist but honestly, at the start of your relationship, he didn’t really care much and wasn’t that interested because he wasn't the greatest fan of drawings and paintings However, everything changed the moment he saw your sketchbook.

Seeing all the sketches that you had done of him made this boys ego grow like crazy. He was so honoured that you had decided to sketch him because he won’t tell anyone but the boy is definitely a little self-conscious so seeing that you thought he was good enough to get drawn definitely helped him a lot.

He now always looks over your shoulder when you’re sketching or painting to see what you’re doing and will keep you company while you working he loves watching the progress of your art. And he finds watching you paint is strangely relaxing.

If you ever ask this boy if he can pose and be your model so you can sketch him he will act like it’s not a big deal but on the inside, he is squealing because he loves feeling like he is contributing to your art.

You are definitely getting asked to draw all his favourite characters from his favourite horror movies and he would probably also ask you to draw him in his ghost face costume.

Under his bed, Billy has a box where he keeps all the drawings that you give him but the ghost face drawing is always kept in his pocket and he calls it his lucky charm.

Stu Macher

Stu loves and I mean loves your art. He will always ask you to draw him something and he doesn’t care if you draw him a stick man he would still get it hung and put it on his bedroom wall and call it the best thing he has ever seen.

He always goes through your sketchbooks (always asks you first though) and will constantly give you compliments and shower you with praise. And if he sees that you’ve sketched him he will be over the moon he will spend hours just looking at the sketch’s saying that he hadn’t realised how attractive he was ;)

Constantly goes around and tells everyone how great you are at art he wants everyone to know how great his S/O is and how lucky he is to have them. This boy is not shy and will practically shout about how talented you are so be prepared.

Stu isn’t the greatest at drawing or painting or anything artsy but he likes to feel included so he bought himself a sketchbook and while you are drawing he will sit next to you and draw his own little creation that he will very proudly show you when he is finished.

Pairings: Stu Macher x reader

(N/n means nickname)

Summary: Y/n is a great student but that's because she doesn't want to disappoint her parents and let's just say they definitely start getting more pushy when they realise that their town isn't as safe as they thought it was. Stu sees how stressed and tired Y/n is and decides that the best thing to do is skip the rest of the school day and just chill out.

Y/n’s pov 

I rushed into my class not caring about all the stares I was getting I needed to be on time. I had always made sure that I was early or correctly on time for classes and that I was always in school way before everyone else either in the library reading or just sitting outside on the grass studying. Everyone in school would call me a teacher’s pet but what they didn’t know was how much this meant to me. I wanted my parents to have a reason to be proud of me so I would get the best grades I would make all the teachers like me and I would sign up for things like school president which I did win. My parents would always tell me how proud they were of me and how well I was doing but that stopped the moment the killings started. My parents had never had lots of money and they both didn’t have great jobs so they started pushing me telling me that since we couldn’t live here because it’s now a dangerous and unpeaceful town I needed to start getting better grades than I am and I have to push myself 10x more so I can get a good job getting good money and we can move far away and live happily ever after. But let's just say putting all that on your child when there already super stressed and scared about the new killer is not a great mix. 

I sat down in my chair and I put my head in my hands desperately wanting to go home so I could just sleep but like clockwork, I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around and made direct eye contact with Stu Macher like I did every time he would hit me in the head with a small ball of paper. Stu was the complete opposite of me all he cared about was throwing parties and having fun I couldn't even count how many times he had skipped school and how many times he had tried to get me to help him cheat on tests he was the class clown but I couldn't lie sometimes I wish I could just be like that carefree but I would never admit that to anyone. But for some reason, Stu thought that it was the most hilarious thing ever to throw shit at me every time we had this class together and I would normally tell him off and tell him how immature he was being but I was just too tired to do anything. So after he gave me his signature grin and a little wave I just turned around and tried my best to survive the class the best I physically could. 

When the school bell rang to let us know it was lunch I immediately started packing my things up so I could bolt right out of the classroom. But sadly Stu Macher had different plans. “Heyy N/n I see you didn’t lecture me like you normally do you know that kinda hurt my feelings”. He was about to say something else but he got a look at my face and cringed “Woah N/n you know you're not looking so great if I knew any better I would say you aren’t getting any sleep”. I just continued packing my stuff away trying not to show that he was annoying me. “Yes, Stu I’ve not had that much sleep but can you really blame me there is a killer on the loose I doubt anyone is getting a good night's rest”. He just stood next to me not saying anything until he quickly grabbed my hand and we started quickly walking out of the classroom together. 

“Hey! Stu what the hell where are we going”. He just kept dragging me along with him with that stupid big smile he’d always have on his face. “We’re going to skip school and have some relax time it’ll be so much fun”. I immediately stopped making Stu stop with me. “Yeah no you see I would love to do that but I can’t and I mean can’t skip school my parents would kill me”. Instead of walking away and admitting defeat like I wanted Stu just again grabbed my hand and started walking “You know that’s probably why you don’t have any fun you keep thinking about your parents live a little N/n and if your parents do moan just blame me I’ll easily take the blame for you”. I stopped complaining after that not really sure what else there was to say I just let him lead the way. 

We finally made it to his house which was massive I hadn’t realized it but his parents must be super rich to be able to afford something like this. But from the look of Stu, I wasn’t expecting this to be his house I wasn’t very sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. We made our way to his door and he opened it for me bowing slightly “Lady’s first” I couldn’t lie I felt a tiny bit of a smile start to form but I didn’t want Stu to notice so I quickly walked in. And to say that the inside was just as nice as the inside it was like I was dreaming and had gone to my dream house. I started walking around looking at all the nice furniture “Ya like what you see” I turned around and saw Stu grinning obviously liking that I was gawking so much at his house. “Of course, it’s so nice I’d kill for a place like this”. I closed my mouth quickly realizing what I had just said was not the best thing to say when a killer is on the loose. 

But before I could apologize or say how insensitive that sounded Stu just laughed. “Don’t look so scared N/n don’t know if you could tell but I also make dark-humoured jokes”. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding in and I felt my shoulders instantly relax but a part of me kinda knew that he wouldn’t be offended because not to sound mean but it’s Stu. “You can just make yourself at home and the living rooms over there I’ll go get us some drinks”. He left and I made my way to the living room just like the rest of his house it was really nice. I sat down on his couch and tried to force myself to relax that was the whole point I was here anyway. I looked over at the clock to see what time it was and I noticed that if I was still at school I would just be heading to my next class. 

While I was thinking about that Stu came in with some drinks. “Here you go my lady only the best for the best”. I took the drink and started taking sips but no matter how hard I was trying to relax I just couldn’t help but think about how disappointed my parents would be when they found out I skipped. And Stu must have realized that I was still a bit stressed because he playfully rolled his eyes. “You know this is supposed to be your getaway from school but I can tell you keep thinking about it you know your a teenager you would be a dork if you never skipped at least once”. I looked down I didn’t want people to think that I was a dork “Well I’m not a dork I unlike everyone else care about their education and want to be able to get a good job so I support my parents”. 

“Gez you know you talk about your parents a lot like my parents will be so disappointed or my parents won’t like that”. I just took a sip of my drink and shrugged my shoulders. “Well yeah I mean they are the ones pushing me to be my best and to stick in at school and to..” Before I could finish my sentence Stu jumped in and finished it for me “To be a bore”. I looked up and gave him an angry glare “Shut up I’m not a bore just because I don’t do all the type of things you do”. Stu grinned “Yeah but if you keep living your life thinking about what your parents would like you to do or not to do then you’ll end up sad and boring”. I didn’t really know how to respond he was right Stu Macher was right now I was sure I was in a dream. “Listen I’m throwing a party soon and I think It would be totally cool if you would come show people that you can be cool”. I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my mouth out of anyone that got through to me it was him.