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Cuphead x abused reader

(Requested by; AgentNegative14

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Cuphead pov

I was talking to one of my closests friends, (y/n). We were in her living room, teasing each other and joking around. I have honestly had a huge crush on her for years now, but have never had the chance to tell her. Especially ever since she got in a relationship with her current boyfriend. I get bad vibes from him. Something about him just doesn't set right with me and I hate it. I hate him.
Maybe its just the fact that he's dating the girl I have loved for the longest time, but I feel like its something else.
He doesn't seem to like me at all, which I couldn't care less about, but I'm kind of scared at the thought of what he does to (y/n) when I leave. Maybe he doesn't do anything and I'm just being jealous and paranoid, but you can never be too cautious.
I just want her safe. It would hurt me to know she's going through something and she wouldn't tell me about it.
But she trusts me, doesn't she?

I was pulled from my thoughts by the front door opening, and in stepped her boyfriend. He scowled once he noticed me, but quickly changed his expression to a welcoming one, "hello Cuphead! Nice to see you....again". I narrow my eyes, my voice bitter and filled with hate as I said "same to you, (r/n)". (Y/n) stands up, gently pulling me up aswell, as if she was reluctant to do so. Before I could even question what she was doing, she ushered me out the door, "sorry to cut this short, Cuppy! But I hope to talk to you again, soon!". I couldn't even respond before the door was slammed in my face. Not by her, but her boyfriend. A small but audible growl escaped past my lips, clenching my fists in pure hatred as my blood boiled. I lightly slap myself to gather my thoughts, ridding of any murderous intentions I had for that pathetic slob of a man, and reluctantly walked away from the humble home, walking down the streets and letting my thoughts wonder.
I just hope she's okay. The thought of her being hurt makes my heart ache and any hope I have left in humanity leave.
Maybe Mugs can give me some advice.

(Y/n) pov

I yelp as (r/n) slammed the door and locked it, sending me a hatefilled glare. He waited a moment, looking out the window and waiting until Cuphead was out of sight. And once he was, (r/n) grabbed me by the shirt collar and brought my face up to his, "why the fuck is he in my house again?!". I felt my body quivering with fear, but I manged to utter out "h..he's a childhood friend, a...and I like spending time with him. I..its nothing else!". "You know I hate him! The bastard is trying to seperate us, don't you see!?!" He snarls, feeding off of my fear. Honestly, would that be so bad? I gulp down the words I really wanted to say, as he would do more if I ever disrespected him, and muttered "h...he doesn't mean anything. H..he just worries. I'm sorry". "You should be fucking sorry" he pauses and throws me against the wall, harshly, causing my elbow to break a hole in the wall, "if I ever see him in my house again I will kill you! And him! Got that?". I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I fought them off and nodded, trying to stand straight. Before I could succeed in that, I felt his hand scrape across my face at full force, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek and draw blood. "I said, got that?!" He barks, shaking his fist as a threat. "Yes! Yes, I do!" I cry, recoiling back and sheilding myself. He scoffs, muttering "pathetic" under his breath as he walked away, leaving me alone.
My breathing was unstable and shaky as my wobbly hand gently rests on my cheek, feeling the numbness from his hit. No doubt that there would be a mark for awhile. I sigh shakily, slowly slouching down to the floor and hugging my legs, burrying my face into my knees, holding back th temptation to sob to my hearts delight. I question why I still stay with him. After everything he's done to me I'm still by his side and obeying him like an obedient dog. I could just leave.
But maybe its just the fear of what he'll do holding me back. He could track me and do lord knows what, and I honestly don't want to think about it.

3rd pov

Cuphead was waiting in a cafe, his worried growing wilder as time went by. (Y/n) was late to their meet up. He was scared for her, tempted to go to her himself.
But before he could think into that plan too much, the door opened, the bell ringing to alarm him. The cupheaded man looks over, seeing the girl who had stolen his heart. (Y/n) smiled and approuched Cups, sitting opposite him, "sorry for being late. I wasn't keeping track of time". Cuphead smiled slightly, opening his mouth to say something until he noticed the bright red mark dawning on the poor females cheek. His smile faded into a frown as his eyes filed with concern, "what happened? How did you get this?". (Y/n)'s eyes wide slightly, but she waves it off, keeping her cheery smile, "oh, its nothing! Just an accident, that's all!". Cuphead furrows his brow, "don't lie to me. What really happened?". (Y/n) looked away from Cups' red eyes, focusing on the table, her smile fading. Cuphead sighs, gently placing his hand ontop of hers, "it was him, right?". The (h/c) haired female shyly nods, looking back up to Cuphead, "he does it from time to time. B..but its fine...r..really". "No it isn't!" Cups growls, startling (y/n). "He doesn't understand what he has, and he is taking you for granted! You deserve better, (y/n)". A few tears pricked at (y/n)'s eyes, but she blinked them away, mumbling "w..what am I supposed to do?". Cuphead grips onto the her hand desperately, "leave him. Please. I can't stand to think of you stuck in a relationship like this. I love you too much for that". A soft blush dusts over (y/n)'s cheeks, but she smiles, gripping Cuphead's hand just as tightly as he was hers, "maybe you're right". "Whatcha mean, maybe?" Cups sasses, building up the courage to plant a small and light kiss on the back of (y/n)'s hand, causing her blush to grow stronger. She giggles it off, "okay, big shot. But if I'm going to be leaving (r/n) I need to get my stuff. He shouldn't be home now". Cuphead nods and the two got up, heading to (y/n)'s 'home'.

"Is that everything?" Cups asks, placing a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder. "Should be..." she paused and smiled towards Cups, lightly pecking a kiss onto his lips, "thank you for helping me. I don't deserve you". Cuphead's face glows as red as his nose, but a smile pulls at his lips. He wraps her in a hug, mumbling "you deserve nothing but the best. So I'm here". (Y/n) giggles, but before another word could be said the door opened. An angry (r/n) bursts in, yelling "why the fuck are you in here again!?!". Cups narrows his eyes and breaks away from (y/n), crossing his arms, "whatever the fuck I want, asshole". (R/n) snarled and opened his mouth to yell some more, but Cuphead said "we'll be going now. Don't bother trying to get her back. You failed gravely already". He proceeded to usher (y/n) out, but turned and punched the agressive man in the face, causing his nose to bleed. "Don't ever come near her again! Or I'll fucking blow your brains out! If you had one, that is" Cups barks, storming out.
Hand in hand, (y/n) and Cuphead left. Ready to continue life happily together.