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Twitterpated {Drabble}

[Cuphead/Female Reader]

The distant city lights blinked and flickered against the darkness, dancing with wonderful mimicry of the stars above.

Cuphead's cigar smoke rose in the chilly air that played gently with his freshly donned coat, the cigar flame burning and flickering just as the lights were, all as Cuphead rested his arm on the edge of the roof of his apartment block and allowed for his eyes to drift close, hoping to further bustle the speed of relaxation to dispatch his awful thoughts from depths of his mind. Another nightmare had struck. Far harder this time. And once again, he'd concealed its contents and horrific happenings from Mugs, hoping to smuggle the fact his nervousness was making itself known, bubbling inside his chest the deeper they got into the investigation of Calix Animi and The Legendary Chalice, the more jeopardous it felt. He usually wouldn't mind the concept of danger, but this felt far, even by his standards. Then again, he usually never minded the nightmares until the recent nights had started up. The bag of crisps he clutched in his hand was hardly touched, as he found himself indulging in the bottle of moonshine and the cigar more into the night. He sighed, if he were honest feeling a small bit addled from the affects of the alcohol. He put the cigar in between his lips and drew in, puffing the smoke from his mouth and into the air when a soft, somnolent voice interrupted his own cure for the night terrors.

"Nightmare again?"

He turned around, only to be met with half-lidded, heavy (Eye color) eyes that gazed at him, awaiting his response. Cuphead nodded, clandestinely happy her presence had arrived, appreciating her worry. The woman ambled up to Cuphead, pulling the cigar from his lips and staring into his own eyes with her's, making his cheeks (unbeknownst to him) dust a mantle red at the two's distance from each other, which wasn't very far. Her fingers roughly gripped the collar of his trench coat, her thumbs rubbed circles into the material before she suddenly tugged him into her. Her lips pressed against his elegantly, making his lips tingle and his cheeks glow an even brighter crimson, not that he minded it at all. Immediately intoxicating him with an affect far stronger than alcohol, nicotine, or anything else could ever give him. He softly groaned when they separated, completely stunned and bothered.

"Wha-...Wh.." He stuttered, fumbling for his words that the sudden action from the girl had completely robbed him of. "This-I..I'm..h-huh?" He acted out of his usual character, flustered and struggling. "W-what was that for?" He finally asked when he'd finished his little moment. Something bubbled in his chest once again, but it wasn't nervousness, it was something...else. Something that sent a yearning shiver down his spine. The girl stepped towards him, making Cuphead's gaze snap back to her, unable to look away and unable to shake the sudden feeling, which he decided to rebuke from the affect of the moonshine. "For you being so strong these days. I can't possibly imagine what you're going through with your brother right now, but I admire it." Suddenly, her smirk turned into a cocky variation as she lifted up her hand, revealing Cuphead's cigar in between her front fingers.

She let out a soft chuckle with a twinge of mischievousness before taking a seat on the railing that Cuphead was previously resting on, placing the cigar in between her own lips and taking a puff for herself. Cuphead quickly snapped out of his love struck ecstasy or foreign spell that she put him under. "Sure, sure, you cigar-thief." Cuphead smiled. "(Your name), why are you up here anyway?" "Couldn't sleep." She answered simply, gently swaying her legs. "Why are you here? Don't you have work tomorrow?" Cuphead rolled his eyes. "Yeahhhh." He groaned. "But you're not my brother, are you? So you can't tell me what to do." "But I am your significant other. And as that, I feel the need to inform you that I'm always here if you want to talk, doesn't have to be about anything serious. I don't think staying up late to smoke and drink your nightmares and worries away is healthy. Mugman would agree." The woman crossed her arms with a perturbed look at Cuphead. "Oh leave me be! I'm completely fine! See?" He gestured to himself, his usual confident and laid back style had rebounded, taking no notice of his erstwhile solemn or flustered attitude.

"Mhm." (Your name) grunted, obviously not convinced one bit.

The younger Cuphead would be laughing hysterically at the image of himself now, all flustered and hot at this girl's contact, her simple touches that made him melt. The heated, pleasant feeling in his chest every time she smiled had a lasting affect in his recollection. His previous beliefs that love didn't exist flew out of his head whenever she urged herself on his lips. And to make things even worse, she knew. She knew how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew how to make him thaw and soften, and how to take his breath away. And she knew how to make the butterflies in his stomach sail even higher.

Needless to say, he knew that he was helplessly twitterpated.