BABTQFTIM x Reader (Female)

Part 9: Do it for the Cookie

I'm sorry if this is a cringe chapter ,_, but if u like it then OK

F/c = fav color

Y/n POV

It had been three days since our little 'Play date ' with Beppi. but in a total it had been three weeks on our little 'quest'. I was still badly hurt and my scratches weren't getting any better. I was also struggling mentally with what I did. I mean- kissing Cups on the cheek? Sure, he was worried as fuck and it would maybe calm him down... but it didn't seem to do that- by the looks of it, it maybe even made him even more worried or riled up.

Even though Cups was a total jackass to me, push me around, and SWEAR EXCESSIVELY at me, we would usually come back with a smile or just not talk to me.

I thought maybe I was just delusional and he was just happy I was alive. Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was used to. I was used to bad things from Cuphead... but now, I was guessing this was the good side- in his world anyway...

I figured to talk to Mugs about it. He was Cuphead's brother after all. He would know what was going on, or at least have an idea.

I grabbed my crutch and slowly stood up. It was a little challenging to bend my leg at the moment, but I did it eventually. Once I stood up I looked around for Mugs. When I spotted him, he was sitting in front of his tent with a little pile of sticks and two rocks. I figured he was working of his campfire skills.

I limped over slowly, and sat beside him when I got there. "Hey Mugs..."

"Hey Y/n! What's up?" He replied, still focused on the pile of twigs and sticks.

"Well, I have some questions about Cups that's I thought maybe you could answer..."

Mugs threw the two rocks away, and shot the campfire with his pinkie, slowly it started to light up. He chuckled. "Alrighty, have at me."

"So to start off." I cleared my throat. "WHY THE FUCK IS CUPHEAD BEING NICE TO ME?" I yelled in a whisper.

"Well, there are three things I can think of... He's either super happy that you're alive and ok, or likes you. The third I think is only for family, he really only is nice to relatives aka me... hm but then again after the hospital he was still kind of the same... I'm thinking option two."

The second one had gotten to me hard. I gagged a little bit. "Has he even ever had a crush?"

"Nah."

"O-Oh..." my cheeks were a little flushed. Saving your heart for your one love (if Cuphead could ever get one...), now that's commitment before it even starts. I was shocked to hear that.

"Y/n, are your cheeks ok?" Mugs asked, looking a tiny but concerned.

"OH! Sure, the bruises are just a little irritated by the fire." I lied.

I looked at my cut up hands, and sighed. "Mugs... do you think..." I paused. "Do you think you could talk to him tonight...? F-For me...?"

"Well Y/n, if I do can I have a cookie?" His eyes lit up and he was beaming brightly, his fingers crossed too.

I eyed him with a half smile. "How do you know I have cookies."

"I have my ways- now can I have one if I do?!"

I nodded and smiled fully at Mugs. "I'll give you a triple chocolate cookie if you do good."

He started to do a little sitting down dance. It was pretty funny.

"Also Y/n." He said while he danced. "You gotta pitch your tent right beside ours, or at least a few feet away. It's gonna rain tonight by the looks of those dark grey clouds."