Cuphead Oneshots (ON HOLD SORT OF)

aCHOO // Cuphead x Reader // Casino Cups

Another Casino Cups, although this one isn't at the Casino itself.

Third Person
As Y/N was walking to Cuphead's house in the snow, she thought about how much of a mistake this was.
But remember how troubled and sad Mugman looked when he realized that, by missing a day to watch Cups while he had a fever, he wouldn't get that anticipated paycheck?

The Angel side of Y/N tried to convince her.

Why couldn't the Devil just use magic to heal him up? He IS the Devil, after all, The Demon side of Y/N tried to convince her.

When she arrived at the house, the windows were open and freezing cold wind was blowing in. This was a snowstorm, after all.

"Odd." Y/N said aloud. She didn't get sick often, but had enough brains to know that people don't like to be frozen cold when they're sick.

She unlocked the door with the spare key Mugs gave her, to find Cuphead on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, his teeth chattering and making all sorts of noises.

"Hey, there, bud. Want me to close these windows?" Y/N asked.

Cuphead nodded and wrapped himself tighter in the woolen blanket. Y/N felt a little bad for him, probably all miserable and cold.

Y/N lit the fire with the lighter she had brought. She made her way into the kitchen and pulled out a kettle, and then poured hot water into it from the sink.

She put (tealeaves/teabag) in and then sat down on the couch next to Cuphead.

He groaned.
"Being sick sucks! Well, I mean, I don't have to go to work, so I guess that's a pro."

Y/N laughed. She had always loved Cuphead for his fun, determined, daredevil self, and she had just recently developed a crush on him.

Y/N took the blanket draped on the couch and wrapped it around Cuphead. He buried into the furry hole and did not come out until he heard the wailing of the kettle.

Y/N went to turn it off, and she poured tea into two cups and added honey to one and (whatever you like in your tea) to another. She brought it out to Cuphead and gave him the mug, of which he instantly began to drink.

He nearly spit it all over her face.
"It's burning! Bloody hell, Y/N! Just the way I like it," He winked and Y/N felt her face flushing. He cringed.
"You look terrible when you blush." She sighed. He was perfect for her.

When he was done with the tea, he once again began shivering. Y/N put one of her hands on his back. Finally, he moved closer.
"Y/N! Get over here, you're so warm!" Unable to restrain your excitement, you flew into his arms and snuggled yourself. After a while, he leaned in to kiss you. You shoved him away.
"Ew, no, you're sick, don't get your germs all over me!" He sighed.

"Aw, okay." He quickly pecked you on the cheek.
"You know, I think I'm starting to like being sick."