"stay" - cuphead x reader

☆ winter ☆

(i'm working on restarting this series. i came back to it a few hours ago, reread it, and couldn't help but cringe. so here, i'll be fixing all my chapters, now, it'll be revolving around a different premise. i hope you all still enjoy nonetheless!)

My name is (Y/n) (L/n).

I'm pretty normal. What else can I say about myself? I live in Inkwell Isle. It's a place where everyone looks all cartoony, has pacman eyes, and has rubbery arms and legs.

I have only two friends in the whole of Inkwell Isle.

Their names are Cuphead and Mugman, they're very nice and were the only ones who welcomed me when I moved in last month.

Ever since then, I've lived with them. They insisted anyways, considering I lived alone after my parents left to follow their jobs and make more money. My parents told me that when they make enough money, they'll take me with them and we'll "travel around the world".

If they see I'm more happy in Inkwell, they'll leave me alone.

And I'm pretty happy. Especially now that I got myself two neat friends that I can trust and hangout with!

It's only been a month since we met, but we're similar to best best friends!

Even though I would maybe want to be more than best friends with Cuphead-

"(Y/n), think fast!" I heard Mugman shout as he threw a butterfly net at me. I caught it in my hands and stared at Cuphead.

"We're going to try and catch some butterflies." Cuphead says.

I nod and run towards the forest, where we always catch butterflies every afternoon.

I was so focused on finding butterflies that I didn't even notice Cuphead and Mugman shouting my name.

It was only when Cuphead found me that he ran to me and grabbed my arm. I blushed at the contact and looked at Cuphead in the eye. I shivered. It was strangely cold. . .

All of a sudden, a snowflake fell on my nose.

"Yeah. . ." Cuphead muttered, "about that. It's snowing, (N/n)!"

I grew redder at the fact he made a nickname for me. It was strange of Cuphead to do that. He only made one nickname in existence, he told me a while back. He said it was a nickname for his brother, Mugman.

Cuphead was comfortable with me calling him Cup, and Mugman was comfortable with me calling him Mugs. Mugs has called me (N/n) maybe twice or thrice, but this was Cuphead's first time.

"Oh," I say. "What do we do now?"

Mugman jogged to me and Cuphead, holding two nets. He's probably carrying Cuphead's net, since he was too lazy. I giggle.

Mugman then suggests, "maybe we should play in the snow for a little while. I'm pretty sure Elder Kettle wouldn't mind!"

I smile as Cuphead compliments Mugman's suggestion. It didn't take long for the snow to cover the green grass of the forest.

I grabbed a ball of snow and threw it at Cuphead. Cuphead caught the snowball with his hands and threw it at me. I screamed in joy and laughter as I fell on the ground to avoid the snowball.

Cuphead laughed at my instinct and bent down beside me. I stayed on the ground, paralyzed. Only now did I realize how cold it really was, and the three of us weren't even wearing jackets or anything!

"Are you o-okay?" Cuphead shuddered.

I looked at him and laughed. I held onto his arm as I pulled myself up. "Yeah, I'm all good. We should go back home though, we might get a cold, and Elder Kettle's probably worried sick!"

I grab Cuphead's arm and dash to where our house was. Cuphead was really warm, which was surprising considering I wore more clothing than he.

But, now, I was burning up as well.

All the physical contact that me and Cuphead exchanged today was excessive. We normally just shoulder-touch, and that would be it, but me and Cuphead had a strong bond either way.

Me, Cuphead, and Mugman finally reached home and we instantly got ourselves into blankets that Elder Kettle gave us as we sat down near the fireplace.

Althroughout the calming silence, I was staring at Cuphead. He stared back and smiled. I couldn't help but feel my lips curve into a smile. . .