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mugman x broken male reader

(Requested by; Fluffyhusky123

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Mugman pov

You ever get the feeling you're not good enough for someone? That, no matter how hard you try, you can't make them smile? I do....all the time. My dear friend, (y/n), has been acting different and distant from me. He doesn't smile unless it's fake.....he doesn't do anything unless its fake. It hurts me to see him like this. And the bad thing is...I can't build up enough courage to ask him what's wrong! Whenever I think I'm prepared, my mind will wonder into the thoughts of 'what if he doesn't want to talk about it?', 'what if you annoy him?', 'what if you can't help?' or 'what if you're not good enough for him?'. I am really concerned, but what can I do? If I don't act it may get worst.

I have asked Cuphead about it. All he said was to man up and ask him. To his credit, he's kind of right. I need to stop being scared and ask (y/n) and help him. But Cuphead could've gave me better advice. What a great big brother he is....

I also have....deep feelings for the (h/c) haired male. Something more than friendship....its a deep burning sensation in my heart I call LOVE!! It's hard for me to contain, and I've almost blurted my feelings out one too many times. I know I won't be able to keep these feelings locked away forever, but I can't tell him until I know he's ok.

All my pondering and thoughts are put aside as I heard soft knocking on the front door. I jump to my feet and step towards the door, swinging it open and revealing the (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed male I have fallen head over heels for. (Y/n). I smile at him, "hi, (y/n)!!". He waves, answering in a monotoned voice, "hey muggy". I take a deep breath, trying to suppress the numerous amount of questions that were rushing over me. "S..so, uh, w..what brings you here?" I ask, fighting my urge to blush as I look deeper into his glistening (e/c) eyes. He rubs the back of his neck, "I thought....maybe we could...hang out?". I nod eagerly, "i'd love too, (n/n)!!". (Y/n) looks at me with a straight face, but his eyes sparkled with what I assume is joy? Bypassing that, I follow (y/n) out and we wonder to the park.

(Y/n) pov

I feel as if I'm giving mugs the wrong impression. I feel as though I'm expressing I don't like him. But it's not like that! Infact, I love him dearly! I just.....lack the way to show it properly. I can't help it. I'm almost emotionless, but not exactly. I do feel human emotions, I just don't express them. I can't express them. It hurts whenever mugs is trying to be meaningful and I just don't respond the right way. It's painful to see the joyous spark in his eyes slowly dim at my lack of expression. I wish I could explain to him....but how would I?

We were sat on the grass under the cooling shade of a tree. Silence warped around us as we stared up at the clouds. The silence wasn't so bad....atleast I know mugman is near me. I then heard him sigh, hearing the scuffle of cloth moving as he burried his face into his knees. "Mugs? Are you....ok?" I ask, hesitantly placing my hand on his shoulder. He looks up, resting his chin on his knees and looking straight forward, "am I a bad friend?". "Of course not!" I try and express just a little emotion, but it didn't really work. Mugman sighs again, looking at me. His blue eyes gleaming sadly. "If I'm not a bad friend then why can't I figure out what's wrong with you?" He asks, his voice shaky as if he was going to cry, even though he wasn't. "Mugs....its....its not an easy thing to figure out....or understand" I shake my head, looking at my feet. Mugman grasps my hand, pleading "(y/n), please tell me!". I go silent for a moment, then squeeze Mugman's hand softly. "You're lucky you're adorable...." I sigh quietly, looking to mugman, "I can't express emotions in the way you, or virtually anyone else, can". Mugs looked confused for a moment, then said "so....its not me?". I shake my head, gently releasing his hand and holding his cheek, making sure our eyes are locked, and said "mugs...you make everything better.....I hate the way my problem makes you feel". A small pink hue dusts over Mugman's face, as if he was embarresed. "(Y...y/n)....-" I cut him off with "I'm sorry, Mugs.....Please don't worry about me...". Mugman grasps my shoulders, looking at me with a serious glance. And, without hesitation, he presses his lips against mine. The sudden move shocked me, but I soon fell into the temptation to kiss back. It felt so comforting and so right for us to be here in the basking glow of the sunlight, our lips connected in a ray of pure and utter love, warming our bodies and hearts. It....makes everything ok.

Eventually, we brake apart for oxygen. Mugman rubbed the back of his neck, "I..I'm sorry.....I..I couldn't hold back any longer. You mean so much to me and....seeing you broken hurts me. I-" I cut him off by honking his nose, "Oh, muggy!! You're the most cutest thing I've every been graced with!! Its so sweet of you to stand by me". Mugman blushes brightly, "(y/n)....you're one of the sweetest, most kindest guys I've ever met....." he pauses, grabbing my hand, "I love you....". My heart fluttered at his shy and embarresed expression, and I smiled. I tackle him to the ground in a hug, loudly proclaiming "I love you too!!" as I plant kisses all over his face.

(Sorry if its not good! Sorry if its short! Sorry for my bad writing! School is a bitch and I can't really think straight at the moment, but I will try and update way more!! Anyway, see yah in the next one!!)