#cupid jim

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A record player has been moved into the kitchen. A hand moves to set he needle on the spinning record and slowly the music begins to play.

‘Stupid Cupid your a real mean guy.

I’ve got to clip your wings so you can’t fly.

I’m in love and it’s a crying shame!’

Cupid is dancing around the kitchen with his hair up in a messy bun and a pink apron around his waist. Bacon is on the stove and pancake batter is being mixed.

‘And I know that your the one to blame!’

He starts to sing along.

“Hey! Hey! Set me free!”

He spins on his toes as he moves to pour the batter out.

“Oh! Stupid Cupid, stop pickin’ on me.”

He has large bags under his eyes despite the large smile on his face. Like he didn’t sleep at all the night before. His clothes are rumpled and still the same outfit from yesterday.

“I can’t do my homework and I can’t think straight!

I need him every moment ‘bout a half past eight.

I’m acting like a love sick fool.”

He moves the batter into a heart shape and sighs happily.

‘You even got me carrying his books to school.

Hey! Hey! Set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop pickin’ on me.’

He moves his head to he beat happily.

‘You mixed me up for good right from the very start!

Hey! Go play Robin Hood with somebody else’s heart!’

He spins away to get some toast as the next verses begin. Only joining in as the chorus starts again.

“Hey! Hey! Set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop pickin’ on me!

Hey! Hey! Set me free!

Stupid Cupid, stop pickin’ on me!”

The record slowly fades out as the breakfast is being plates. The man smiling down at it.now to bring it to his dearly beloved~.

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Event:Poison Arrow! Part 1

Cupid’s hands moved easily as he worked to carve the names into the shaft of his arrows, sharpen the colorful heart shaped tips. Carefully place the feathers in for balance. His fingers worked with practice yet his mind wandered to the wedding he had yet to fully plan.

What flowers should they get? White suit? Black? How much for a garden venue?

His thoughts gone somewhere beyond the room his hands got clumsy. A gasp of pain brought him back as he was frozen. The wound fading into just a heart shape on his palm.

Cupid went from still to smiling. The familiar rush to the magic he could not allow in his system. The feeling of affection to the one that was written on the arrow.

He dropped the drained arrow as he headed out the door. The name shining in the evening.

‘Engineer’

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Cupid has been struck! The magic of his own arrows making him ‘love’ Engi. Not so bad seeing how they fight, right?

What could go wrong? -Mod A

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From Bunker aka Engi’s Basement

Hello ladies, gentleman and all other configuration of being,

Most Jims have stowed away in a bunker to keep safe from the attack. We don’t know what it happening, it smells like shit right now, and we do not have any good food.

I hope you all are safe. Also Weather is making it rain down here and it is TERRIBLE.

This has been the special report, Hera do I hate being a reporter.

-Cupid

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Dysfunctional

I got bored and did a prompt. - Mod A

Cupid gasped in slight pain as the back of his head hit the basement wall. The current fight leaving his mind as his nails scratched at the other man’s face before one was pinned over his head roughly. A heeled shoe came down on Engi’s foot just as rough lips covered his.

The taste of oil and grease mixing with the cherry and wine taste. Teeth pulling harshly at the bottom lips; the metallic taste of blood coming when cracked lips split.

Metal fingers dug into slim hips as the shorter Jim was stuck between the man and the wall. Painted nails raked down the back of a t-shirt harshly. A button was lost on a vest; bruises were being made.

The raging anger that had started this slowly began to fade. The kiss became less teeth and pain and more lips. The grip on Cupid’s wrist loosened until it broke. The hand moving around Engi’s neck to keep him close.

The hold on the hips was less bruising and more caring, still holding the other close but not so demanding. The kiss broke slow, both panting heavily into the other’s mouth as their lips brushed.

Engi hid his face in Cu’s shoulder while the other let his fingers rake through the dirty hair. An unheard apology between them. The silent question of if this was the end or the start of something more real then just a casual fling.

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First Kiss

I got bored and did some prompts. - Mod A

Many thoughts ran through his head as they sat in Soft’s room. The things that had happened in the past month were confusing to say the least.

The dying crush and a dead relationship. Days of just being a comfort to one another. Guilt for a wayward arrow that caused damage and now here.

In this place.

Fingers not touching but close enough to.

The conversation had died, and things had become heavy between them. It seemed it was time for him to leave.

“Well,” Cupid tried to pretend that his voice had not cracked out of nerves as he stood, “I think this is my cue to leave. It was a pleasure to spend time with you today.”

A hand on his wrist stopped him.

“Cupid…”

The touch sent an electric shock through the shorter Jim. He turned and looked back at Soft; wide-eyed behind tinted glasses.

“Yes?”

Another long pause as Soft stood up, the free hand gently brushing the red bangs from Cupid’s face. They were so close they could feel each other’s breaths.

“Is this…alright?”

“Yes.”

Lips touched, slow and hesitant that showed neither was sure what they were doing. It was over in a second, but it felt like fireworks had time to explode in the sky outside the room. A smile lit up both their faces to pair with the bright blush on their cheeks.

“That…”

“Yeah…”

Soft smiled and glanced away embarrassed. Just the gentle touch of their hands was making him flush.

They did not need to ask what this means. They already knew.

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CALL OUT POST FOR DADJIM

WHEN YOU GET BACK OUT INTO THE REAL WORLD I AM GONNA FIGHT YOU! I AM TWO BOTTLES OF WINE DRUNK AND I AM READY TO GO! ~Cupid 💖

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Petition to Get Rid of Poet-Jim

The benefits of getting rid of him are that he will stop writing really mean poems to try and one up me like he is in some kind of battle. Also that I can live in my lovesick world without the darkness that surrounds him bothering me. 

So just reblog to sign this. Thanks ~Cupid 💖

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Jim-tastic trivia!

Did you know that Cupid Jim was created out of a joke in the server? He was created at the jest of a Jim that tries to create pairings and spread gossip. His first apppearence was full on sassy diva that stayed to the sides and watched the others.

Cupid has changed since then hit deep down inside he will always be the Jims resident shipping fanatic.