![]() ![]() They don't want to put Cuphead through potential heart break and overwhelming emotions- just imaging him in tears, breaking down and shutting off from everything and everyone, it broke their heart and made tears spring to their eyes. On the other hand Cuphead could feel the same way and they could live happily loving each other- but it wouldn't last as long as it should, or as long as (y/n) would want. On one hand Cuphead could reject their feelings- they could stay friends, or if things turn for the worst Cuphead would despise them and never want to see them again. They knew their time was limiting gradually, they knew they couldn't accomplish everything they wanted- but they were conflicted on whether or not telling Cuphead about their feelings is a good idea or not. (Y/n) sat on their bed, head in their hands, groaning to themselves. (Y/n) smiles sadly and exits the establishment, leaving Cuphead with worried thoughts. "Y- yeah" (y/n) coughs, regaining themselves, "I- I should be going though.I'll see you around". "Shit, you okay?" Cups asks, worry in his voice. (Y/n) choked a little on their drink, coughing into their sleeve, heart thumping and heat rushing to their cheeks why is he so fucking cute!?! "Yeah.fine" (y/n) sighs silently, hiding their frown with their glass.Ĭuphead didn't pick up on the tone of their voice, due to the other patrons of the bar, giving a closed eyed smile. "Don't worry about that!" Cuphead assures, leaning on his hand, smiling adoringly at (y/n), "as long as you're here and doing fine, its all good". (Y/n) giggles nervously, unsure if he was being serious or not, "I- I'll have to repay you some day". But, that's a small price to see you smile" Cuphead flirts, winking at the other. I mean, I appreciate it and all, but doesn't your boss get mad?" The (h/c) haired person tilts their head, bringing their drink up to their lips, sipping the cool liquid. "You know.you don't have to do this constantly. "Here you go, lovely.on the house for you" Cuphead smirked, chuckling quietly when (y/n) blushed softly. ![]() After many months of coming to this bar and speaking to the cupheaded bartender, (y/n) had realised they were growing feelings for him. ![]() They took in every detail of the male infront of them, cheeks heating up, a grin spreading across their lips. (Y/n) nodded, watching as Cuphead went to fullfil their order. "The usual?" Cuphead raised an eyebrow, hand resting on his hip as he admired the deep beauty of the (e/c) eyes set infront of him. They sat down on one of the bar stools, smiling as the cupheaded male walked up to them. The blonde shakes his head when his boss yelled at him for daydreaming on the job, apologizing half heartedly and focusing on his work.Ī few hours later, Cuphead heard the door swing open, red eyes flickering up, smiling as the familair figure approached. He really adored this person- considered them one of his closest friends, maybe even more. Just thinking of their smile and cute little laugh made him smile, imaging the care in their eyes as he ranted about his day sent butterflies to his stomach. Most of the time they only came to check on Cuphead- to see how life was treating him. Sometimes they didn't ask for anything, but Cuphead always got them their regular order, most of the time paying for it himself- which the other was always grateful for. They would come in twice a week- sometimes three times if he was luckily- and sit at the bar and spoke to Cuphead. But, by far, his favourite customer had to be this wonderful person who was a regular at the bar. He also enjoyed the friendly faces he'd meet every now an then- people he could possibly be friends with if he tried harder, but he didn't. His favourites being sad low lives who boast about how 'well' they can pick up dates, then try to show off and get rejected- sometimes even a drink tossed at them. Sometimes he hated his job, but then he remembers he gets payed relatively well and gets to meet some interesting people. *requests will be closed from now on- I have others to get to*Ī small sigh pushed past the young males lips as he wiped down the wooden counter with a cloth- dirty from overuse- clearing away the alcohol a previous customer had poured all over, didn't tell anyone and now it was his problem. ![]()
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