Bipolar! Cupid x reader.
Meaning, Cupid has personality changes. Thx for the request hun!
Yeah I changed it, hope you don't mind. Lots of people like it when CC has random changes.
I'd love to write more of these :3
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Cupid had invited you to the Christmas party he and the others were throwing.
When you stood on the front porch, which was covered in multicolored lights, you had seen Asher running in the snow happily.
Snow covered him, making him look like an arctic fox instead of a wolf.
He sent you a smile before jumping in to shoveled pile of snow.
You giggle to yourself and knock on the door, putting your gloved hands back in your pockets. Scarf covering your face snugly.
Surprisingly, Coby had answered the door. Dressed in a thick sweater, fuzzy pajama pants, he looked miserable. Even the snakes had bags under their eyes.
"Are you okay?" You ask him, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him from falling over.
He slowly nodded, and turned his head to sneeze. "Sssorry... Winter always sssemed to hate me.." He coughs and shuts the door behind you.
He sends you one last weak wave, before Creator runs down the stairs and grabs him. "Coby! You're not supposed to leave you room! Its far too cold for you! Get your scale shedding butt upstairs!"
Coby sneezes again. "I'm on my way momma..." He coughs and slowly walks up the stairs.
Creator rolls her eyes and sends you a smile then chases after the sick gorgon.
You shake your head and put your coat on the wooden coat rack, with the others.
Afterwards, you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find the pixie.
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Cupid stood by the dining table, his scarf tied around his head and she scrubbed the surface of the table.
His tongue hung out a little, as he focused on the stain on the table. He was clearly irritated.
You sneakily walk up to him and hug him from behind. "Heya poofball. What cha doin'?"
He jumps from the sudden embrace but relaxes at your voice. "Y/n. Don't scare me!" He gently pats your hands off his waist.
He turns to you, removing his scarf tiring it back around his neck, in a perfect swaying bow.
"The gingerbread cookies are in the stove at the moment. So, it'll be a little while before we can decorate them! Please, make yourself at home!" He smiles, giving you a hug, making sure not to get flour on you.
The hug was a little longer than his usual hugs, and his arms were a little lower, but before you could comment on it, he pulled away and innocently smiled.
You smiled back with a faint blush, did..did Cupid secretly like you? He couldn't could he?
You shook in your head and left to join the others in the living room.
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Asher was asleep, curled up in a ball in front of the fireplace, Hallow sat in a blanket burrito, Coby was up in his room, And Fear was on the couch a few couch cushions away from the vampire.
"Hello there y/n. Care to join us, we're watching some Christmas classics." Fear asks, peeking over the couch at you.
You nod and take a seat next to him, being careful of his legs, which each had fuzzy, Christmas themed, socks on them.
Fear passed the popcorn bowl into your lap, then grabbed his glass of wine off the table to take a sip or two.
Now that you got a good look at them all, they each had ugly Christmas sweaters on.
A few of them made you laugh silently to yourself.
Fear's said: Bah humbug.
Asher's said: Santa's little helper.
Hallow's said: Wake me when its halloween.
Jasper's said: Spook-mas.
Cyrus' had a pixelated, decorated tree on it.
Cupid was wearing an apron when you last saw him, so you had no idea what his said.
Speaking of the pixie, where was he?
Actually, he was behind the couch, glaring daggers at Fear for sitting so close next to you.
But, before his hands could twitch and grab the nearest sharpest object, he shook his head and sat on the other side of you.
"Hey Cupid, are the cookies done?" You ask, your stomach growling at the thought of the cookies.
Cupid nodded. "Yes, they're cooling now. I say we wait a little while before we decorate them, as to not burn ourselves." He smiles, pink blush visible.
You smile back, blushing a little to. Why were you getting butterflies? You shake your head and blame his aura for that.
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After a few more movies, the fire had gotten dim, which made Asher whine and wake up from his little nap.
Fear frowns as well, shivering a bit, even though he was wearing a sweater.
In the corner of his eye, Cupid saw you shiver a little too, rubbing your arms. Was it really that cold in here? Why? Chris wasn't even here, he was shopping.
Cupid pat your thigh then stood up and faced the fireplace, stepping over the grumpy pup on the floor.
"Can someone please make me mad?" He asks politely, hands cupped behind him.
Hallow perks up. "Sure thing, pinkie. Vwhat? Does the little baby want to warm up the house? Don't you tink that the adults should do that?"
Cupid's eye twitched. He always hated being called a child, when he was far older than anyone in the room.
Centuries older even.
And being called small, was another tick off as well.
Cupid growled and stomped his foot, horns sprouted on his head as he took a deep breath in, then blew out a large flame in the fireplace.
Hallow's eyes widen and he quickly retreats to his blanket cocoon.
You were in awe to say the least, you had no idea he could do that. Must be an emotional thing.
He calmed down from his little fit and plopped angrily next to you, his arms crossed as he huffed.
You quickly side hugged him, and rubbed his back, which seemed to help seeing that the horns faded away, and his color was back.
He relaxed into your touch and sighed, laying his head in your shoulder, as you rubbed his back, between the wings.
As you comforted him, you swore he took a whiff of your neck, and you swore you felt a dull fang run across the nape of your neck.
But, he quickly pulled away, with a raspberry blush. "I- I'm gonna decorate the cookies now.. Y-yeah." He dashed into the kitchen.
"What was that all about?" You ask, crossing your arms.
Fear, who didn't seemed fazed one bit, side glanced at you. "He likes you. You make him nervous. That's just what happened, dear."
"What?" You felt your heart flutter, so he did like you back? Who knew. The god of love liked you? It seemed a little too good to be true.
Fear nods. "He likes you. A lot. Go to him, or he'll be up all night talking to himself again. That was very irritating.." He sighs eyes turning back to the flat screen.
You stand with new found courage and run after the bipolar pixie.
"Since when were you Mr.Matchmaker?" Asher asks, sitting up from the floor.
"Since I stole a couple of Cupid's arrows." Fear replies, a smirk on his face.
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Meanwhile, while in the kitchen, you spotted Cupid sitting at the table, clutching the sides of his head as if he had a headache.
You walk up to him and sit across from him. "Hey, CC. Is everything's alright?"
Cupid snaps out of his weird trance and looks at you, his eyes were swirled with many different shades of red, pink, gold, and even purple.
"Y-yeah. I'm okay! J-just feeling a little under the whether." He smiles nervously.
You take his hand in yours across the table. "Cupid, you know you can tell me anything."
He sighs. Taking a deep breath before sighing. "Y/n.. I really really like you... And I'm sorry for acting weird around you, my mind turns to mush with you around.. I guess this is what I do to people? Seems a little cruel.." He rambles.
You poke his nose to stop him, a smile widening on your face as well as a bright blush. "I like you too you sparkly dork."
He gasps and smiles far wider than you've seen him smile, his wings fluttered uncontrollably as dust went every where. "Really!?"
You laugh at his childishness. "Yes nerd." You poke his glasses.
He just kept fan boying while you giggled to yourself, failing the notice the phantom with the mistletoe.
Cupid seemed to notice it, because he quickly grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a quick kiss.
You quickly melted into the kiss, enjoying his vanilla taste.
(Thats not weird at all.)
Jasper squealed and flew into the wall, the mistletoe falling on the floor.
Inside Cupid's mind,
A horned angel snickered to himself while a demon frowned, and a blood covered angel smirked.. Playing with his knife in the corner.
"Why doesn't he add more spice to the kiss? A little tongue at least!"
The horned angel gagged. "No. Gross. Not everyone wants to make out like you do!"
"Why not! She seems like she'd be perfectly fine wi---
A knife gets thrown at his head, barely missing his throat.
"Both of you shut up.. Just enjoy the moment." He hisses and summons another knife to toss around in his hands.
Lockheart and Romeo nervously kept quiet and kept their eyes straight ahead.
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"Can I stab Fear now?"
"No!"
End. Sorry for the late update I've gotten distracted with making moodboard/aesthetics. :3
Sorry if this one was bad. Its been a while and I have no idea what to write.