Archive of Our Own

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Headcanons

Boris (may be subject to projecting):
(he/him)
-obviously very lazy and laidback.
-transmasc.
-selective mutism.
-works as a mechanic.
-has a tooth-gap but it's barely noticeable (most people focus on the sharper teeth first).
-most observant.
-the strongest in terms of blunt strength, though he wouldn't hurt anyone unless it was absolutely needed.

Mugman:
(he/they/any)
-very paranoid.
-works at the library.
-very good at reading people (but wouldn't understand flirting for the life of him).
-writes every plan and form down.
-TERRIBLE poker face. cannot lie for shit.
-wears glasses.
-the fastest, uses built-in skates from his boots to get around even quicker.

(bonus)

Cuphead
(he/any)
-least likely to his chores (/hj).
-sharpest shot on the team, can hit any target as long as he can see it.
-best liar ever. Can create the fastest fake storyline.
-can't handle spicy food (was bullied by Bendy for it).

Bendy
(he/any)
-enjoys androgony
-used to be a master pickpocket, but quit because Boris was worried he'd get caught.
-smartest, in terms of ethereal knowledge and inventing. -can speak another language (some sort of demonic/angelic one I haven't thought of a name for yet) and it confuses people a lot.

basically that one meme
"the common language doesn't have enough curse words!" (starts chanting something)
"Bendy please don't yell at me in a language I can't understand- (ᵕó_ò)" - Cuphead probably

I know its from an anime but I'm not sure which one (sorry I dont watch anime often)

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Boris and Mugman were rarely seen without their corresponding companions. Mugman and Cuphead did everything together respectively, and Boris stuck around Bendy, even if it was from a distance since he hated crowds or people expecting him to talk to them.

Well, Bendy and Cuphead wanted some time alone. Without their seconds. Mugman was respectful of it, and so was Boris, though he was more confused on why.

But it gave him the perfect opportunity to work on the old car Joey had left behind. Something he was meaning to get to, but never got around to motivating himself.

Mugman insisted on going with. He hated the thought of Boris being alone (or himself, for that matter).

Besides, he would never admit that he loved seeing Boris work on stuff. He saw a few times when he would fix stuff throughout the day, like the TV in their house when it crapped out, or certain appliances. But this was a whole car, and required more work. Mugs was excited to see how different it would be.

He eventually spaced out, talking about some book he was reading, forgetting his original plan to watch how the work on the car went. Boris didn't cut in, he wasn't too keen on books. That was okay with Mugman, though, because it meant he could spoil any twists without worrying about the way people would get mad about it.

Boris rarely ever got mad.

In fact, he had a blank face most of the time.

Had Mugman even seen him *smiling*?

He tried to think back. Surely he had, right? It was hard to remember, especially since he didn't usually look Mugman in the eye, or even remotely near his face.

After a long moment, he realized Boris standing back up, and trying to wipe the excess of whatever oil off of his gloves with a rag, and then glancing at Mugman.

Mugs raised an eyebrow. "What's that side-eye for?" he asked.

Boris didn't answer, just squinting his eyes and stepping slightly closer.

"Don't." Mugs said. "No. Your shirt is covered in dirt."

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Cuphead and Bendy were playing cards with the radio drowning through the house, while the other two were in the garage.

"Uno." Bendy snickered.

"Ughhh.. again? You gotta be cheating!" Cuphead groaned.

"I am not. It's called knowing the game."

"But I always win at cards 'n stuff." Cuphead frowned.

"You win at poker. This is a completely different type of game." Bendy pointed out, but he paused. "You hear that?"

"No. You're trying to trick me aren't you? You wanna make me get up and check, and while I'm gone you're gonna swap your card!"

"No!" he grumbled, standing up and flicking the radio off with his tail as he passed, waving for Cups to follow as they looked out the window.

"Huh." Cuphead hummed, looking out to see Boris practically chasing Mugman with his arms out. "Looks like they're havin' fun."

"I don't remember the last time I saw Boris laughing that much." Bendy said, the two turning to look at each other almost simultaneously.

---

"Ew, ew, ew!" Mugs ran. He was fast, Boris knew that. But he also noticed how he wasn't fast as usual. Or using his skates.

Thank god for being observant.

After a bit, Boris jumped. The most soft lunge he could do, considering he didn't want to knock Mugs down so hard he chipped something.

"Oh, gross!" Mugman complained. "You're getting grease on me!"

Boris sat up, shuffling off of him and sighing.

The air was quiet for a moment, though not uncomfortable. It rarely ever was. They just sat in the grass and focused on something else.

The sky, the sun setting. The grass and the way it seemed to grow nicer around this time of month.

For some reason, everything seemed nicer for both of them the last few months.

Mugs knew why, of course, but he wouldn't say it outright. He would probably fumble his words and stutter and say something dumb. He had been thinking for a while, trying to formulate a plan to actually ask how Boris felt about him, but it wasn't working how he wanted.

Boris was oblivious, even to his own feelings. He was sure it was just comfortability, even if he knew that he was more than just comfortable. He didn't know the first thing about relationships, and acknowledging the fact that he might actually want one felt worse than hell (metaphorically, of course).

Mugman eventually sat up, too, fixing his glasses from the crooked angle they had rested at after the topple. "We should get inside. I'm sure the other two haven't even thought about making food."

Boris snorted at the thought. He was a good cook, to a certain degree. Nothing too over-the-top, just small recipes. He was always too tired to make anything that took a long while, but no one else was willing to cook.

Bendy was a terrible chef, usually resorting to microwaved meals, Mugman preferred baking (and was much better at it), and Cuphead wasn't allowed near the stove anymore, after he had somehow broken one of the grills off *while* cooking.

Once the two got inside, they immediately noticed the others of their team at the window.

"Were you spying on us?" Mugman accused, crossing his arms.

"No!" Cuphead scoffed.

"It's not spying if you're running around the lawn screaming. We were just checkin' to make sure you didn't die or somethin'." Bendy shrugged. It was a lie, but nobody called the bluff.

It was seemingly forgotten by most of them, Mugman dusting the grass off of his clothes and changing into clean ones (and making Boris do the same despite his idle complaints), and they ate.

Cuphead rambled on about something while they ate, while Mugman had a book in one hand, his fork in the other. Boris just stared off at the wall, a usual thing. Bendy, however, was squinting his eyes at Mugman, who didn't even notice.

They were both so obvious with it, so why didn't they just say it? Bendy couldn't get the question out of his mind.